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mrscarmenbearzatto · 3 months

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exes with benefits | lip gallagher

inspired by: olivia rodrigo's "bad idea, right?" (2023)

wc: 1.83k | nav post mae note: okay i hate the ending of this so if anyone else hates it please lmk and i will adjust it because ugh i changed it like three times and it still feels... meh? idk i feel like i need to make a part two (if people even like this??)

rating: 18+ post, minors dni. :-) content warnings: fem!reader / afab!reader, unwrapped p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), kinda public sex??, exes hooking up, plot with little plot, unsettled ending lmfao, fem!fingering, oral (f recieving) bc lets be honest lip is a munch, brief mention of reader wearing panties/a bra

House parties were never really your "scene".

The chaos and uncertaintiy of whose house you're even in, the smell of colognes and perfumes and sweat, the alcohol being mixed together in plastic cups that are discarded on the floor later that smell like Disneyland if it wasn't cleaned in a month-. Every part of a house party sounds awful. So, why are you standing in one now?

Well, your friend Lauren would be the reason why. Work had been a bitch for her recently - her words not yours - and you had gone through a breakup recently, prompting her to suggest a girl's night out. How you ended up at a house party from the crappy bar she dragged you to in downtown Chicago was beyond you.

"C'mon! This is totally gonna distract you from Lippy and all the drama he brought. To being single!" Lauren drunkingly cheers as she holds up her plastic cup of (you're sure) three different kinds of alcohol. You hold up your glass of water barely, running a hand over your face. "Yeah, can we not announce that?" You ask.

Two seconds later, she's giggling with a guy leading her up the stairs. You sigh, turning to go get some fresh air when there he stands. Lip Gallagher. Your freshly appointed ex-boyfriend. Or Lippy, as Lauren refers to him.

You and Lip had dated for two years, but you'd known him since you were kids. Your relationship was perfect, until one night. When he called you clingy, a bitch - this was of course after not talking to you for almost a whole week. You told him that night you were done with him. That he could call when he figured himself out.

He didn't call. It'd been a month.

It doesn't feel real that time has passed that quickly, because part of you is still stuck in his bedroom. Right where he left you. A lesson well learned.

"Hi." He says, as he stares at you. You stare right back.

"Hi." You manage to get out, clearing your throat. "I have to go-"

"Wait. Can we talk, please?" He asks, walking over to you, a hand on your arm as he whispers to you. The world stops for a pause before you nod. "Fine." You agree.

You let him lead you upstairs into an empty room, taking it in. It looks to be a guest bedroom, few decorations other then picture frames with the "welcome to our home" and flower vases on the nightstands.

"Welcome to my hell" would be a better fit.

"Why are we avoiding each other like this? You've been my best friend since I was fucking ten years old, I don't want us to lose each other like this." He says as you sit on the edge of the bed, taking note of the floral bedspread. "We already lost each other, Lip. A long time ago." You point out.

"Don't do this shit, don't be all cryptic." He rolls his eyes as you stand right back up, almost giving yourself whiplash. But that's disregarded when every memory floods back to you.

"Oh my God! What the hell do you want from me, Lip, huh? You want me to just forget every single thing you said to me? Or maybe you want me to just forget how you avoided me like the damn plague for a week before you finally did call me just to blow up at me and tell me you didn't want to be with me anymore. You can't go from telling me I was your favorite person to telling me you think I'm a bitch. And I can’t even look at my favorite person anymore, so what the fuck do you expect me to do?" You burst out, turning away from him, staring out the window.

It's silent for what feels like an eternity before you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind. "I don't want to lose you. I- I haven't been me since you left. Please." He isn't sure what he's even begging for from you, but his voice is soft enough where you feel yourself wanting to give in.

This was a bad idea, right? After all, he was your ex. But you're both mature adults, can't two people reconnect? You'd only see him as a friend this time, it wasn't like he had to be something more.

You sigh as you push his arms off, walking for the door, waiting for a moment before locking it. You turn back around to face him, walking over to him and barely grazing his lips with your own to tease him before he kisses you. His hands find themselves on your waist like how he used to put them there when he kissed you like this.

Used. It still doesn't feel real to use parts of your relationship in the past tense. How you used to kiss him, how he used to hold you, how he used to be yours.

You kick your shoes off, and he does the same.

He pushes you back onto the bed, deepening the kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth easily, one hand on your back, the other sliding up your thigh. He knows your body so well, it's almost a science to him. He knows how your body reacts to certain touches. Certain places to kiss to make you giggle. Parts of your body that if he touches them, your back arches or you naturally move closer to them.

Like right now. His hand teasing around your sex, not quite touching where you so desperately want him.

His mouth only parts from yours to begin kissing down your jaw, then onto your neck. Finding solace there, he makes a mark on your pulse point, low moans erupting from you. Hands running through disheveled curls.

His hand finally reaches your cunt, and you hear him groan at the wetness growing on your panties. He looks at you for confirmation, and you nod desperately in return, not sure what he’s planning in that genius brain of his.

He removes your shirt so he can kiss your chest. Then your bottoms, leaving you in only your bra and panties. A finger slides those panties to the side, and he lets out another groan as he slides the digit past your slick folds, and you let out a gasp in return. You give a little tug to his hair and he almost moans at it, which you make a mental note of.

He thrusts his finger out, at a torturously slow pace, all while kissing down your body. You quickly realize when he grins up at you what he wants to do. What he feels he needs to do. You give him a nod of your approval, moans still flooding out.

He stops thrusting and removes his finger, only to replace it with his tongue. Sucking and kissing your clit, sliding his tongue in you while his hands run over skin on your thighs. You bite on your hand just to muffle your moans from the still active party outside, just as his nose bumps your clit.

“Shit, Lip. I'm close- fuck..” You whine as he laps desperately at your sex, and you can feel his smirk. "Language. Let go for me, baby, please." He requests softly, rubbing tiny circles on your clit.

You don't last long after that.

He lets your climax drip down your thighs, grinning to himself as he watches, feeling some of it on his jaw. "Need to feel you, please, Lip." You beg, and he frees himself from his boxers. Giving himself a few strokes before he lines himself up with his enterance. "You ready, sweet angel?" He asks, pressing his forehead against yours and lightly trailing slobbery kisses down your cheek before connecting to your lips. You pull away only after a second, whispering a soft "yes, please" before you're kissing his jaw in anticipation.

He groans, inserting himself past your now damp folds, thrusting gently in and out. He watches as his dick is swallowed by your cunt, your walls fluttering around him like it’s a familiar friend coming back.

Truth be told, he wasn’t sure why he pushed you away. Maybe he let the negative thoughts that you were too good for him take over. Maybe it was just the Gallagher thing to do.

But he’d regret it for the rest of his life.

Your moan brings him back to reality, hands on his shoulders as he finds a new position to fuck deeper into you, and he finds himself groaning as your nails dig into his skin. You quickly learn by the way his dick twitches he enjoys that.

And he learns by the way your walls squeeze around him you like it when he hits that spot in you. The spot that makes your head feel blurry, the spot that replaces every thought with his name. The spot that makes moans come out of you, the spot that makes the familiar heat in your belly grow.

“Fuck, Lip, I’m gonna-” Your words are cut off when he hits that spot again, even with a new angle. His forehead pressed against yours, sweat connecting with sweat. “Shit angel, you were just made for me. Pretty pussy just missed me, huh?” His words slur from the pleasure clouding his senses.

Your moans and mixtures of his name are more of an answer for him. The room smelled like sex, sound of skin slapping against skin filled it. He pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he rubbed small circles on your aching clit, and he feels the familiar white heat pouring out of your cunt.

He doesn’t last long, burying his seed deep in you. Swallowing your whines and moans as he pulls out, only breaking the kiss to stare at you, both of your chests heaving as you catch your breath. Watch your eyes having a silent conversation with his.

He lays down beside you. He watches as you run a hand over your face, and he decides to wash you both up. Returning with a damp washcloth, he helps get you cleaned up and setting your clothes on the end of the bed.

“So, uhm..” He tries to think of a conversation starter, and you shake your head, holding a hand up. “We shouldn’t have done this.” You whisper, frowning as you grab your clothes, slowly redressing yourself.

“You don’t have to go. We can go back to your place or mine and we can just talk.” You don’t realize he’s begging rather than requesting. This can’t be how you and him say goodbye after seeing each other again for the first time.

"I can't do this, Lip." You point out as you fight to get your shoes on.

You’d only see him as a friend.. biggest lie you ever said.

"I love you." He says. "I was an idiot for not saying it before so I'm saying it now. I'm in love with you and I always will be."

Definetly a lie now.

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 5 months

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We Never Changed

Please don't take this feeling, I have found at last

Warnings: mentions of death

A/N: cleaning out my drafts

"Can I have this dance, Mrs. Harlow?" Jack extended an arm, his blue eyes glistening in the fluorescent light as he watched you cross the dance floor, your white dress dragging along the tile. You took his hand, falling into his body as you interlaced your fingers, feeling his other hand against your waist.

"I've always loved you in a bow tie." You grazed your fingers across the knot of his simple black accent.

"I didn't wear a tie, remember? Urban couldn't find my bow tie in time, so we had to improvise." You looked up at your husband's face, your gaze returning to his bare neck. You chuckled as you placed your hand on his chest.

"That's right. You tried to borrow the tie from the concierge of the hotel, but it was navy blue, and totally didn't match my color scheme, so I made you go without." The memories came flooding back to you; how angry you were that they were so careless the day of the wedding, and how you forgot all about it when you saw him waiting for you at the end of the aisle.

Jack glided you across the dance floor, taking the lead while you effortlessly followed, as if you had done the dance hundreds of times before. You leaned your head against his shoulder, Jack resting his cheek against your forehead.

"I think you're forgetting something", he whispered. You closed your eyes, the sound of your wedding song flooding the room, the melody of "At Last" by Etta James beginning to play. For a second you felt at peace, like the world had stopped just for a bit so you could have this moment.

"Wait, that's not right. That's not our wedding song." You mumbled, stopping in your tracks. Your eyes shot open at the sound of hardwood creaking beneath your feet. You were no longer at your wedding reception but in the living room of your first apartment, one of Jack's old Louisville shirts falling off your shoulder. "At Last" played from the record player Jack had gifted you for your first anniversary when you were dating.

"Its okay. That's not the memory you were trying to remember anyway." Jack swayed you back and forth in his arms, and you could feel his hums vibrating through your body. You distinctly remembered this feeling, like nothing could harm you as long as you were together.

"Do you remember this night?" He asked, and you nodded, willing yourself to remember, but you just couldn't. They were all running together. You pulled away, tears beginning to brim in your lashes.

"I'm sorry, I'm really trying to, but I can't." You felt your chest tighten, like there was a crushing force restricting your breathing. Jack cupped your face in his hands, wiping away any tears that threatened to fall with his thumbs. "It's okay, its not your fault."

You pulled away from his hold. "It's not okay!" You weren't even trying to hold back your devastation at this point. "If I'm forgetting memories, things I know are important, that means I'm forgetting you!"

"It's just details, baby, just details." He rubbed his thumb along your jawline, his words an ill-attempt to soothe you. "The only thing you need to remember is how much I love you. That is the only important thing. Everything else is just silly details."

Your eyes shot open to the sound of your alarm going off; you caught your phone just before it vibrated off the nightstand. You hit the snooze button on your screen, throwing your phone on the bed. You blinked, trying to adjust your eyesight to the darkness. You looked over to Jack's side of the bed. It was perfectly made; no one had slept there in days.

"I can't do this without you." You whispered, bunching Jack's pillow underneath your head, the scent of his body wash and deodorant still present. You wiped the single tear that rolled down along the line of your nose.

The tapping of knuckles against your bedroom door startled you, but you didn't move, hoping whoever was on the other side of the door would eventually leave. You weren't getting out of bed today.

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

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swap-meetog · 2 years

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Three days ago my fiance Javier and I were out to dinner and got into a argument. He claimed I spent too much time at work and I was upset that the household chores hadn't been done yet again, even though ever since his student Visa expired he has been without a job and just stays home all day waiting for me to come home and dominate him in the bedroom.

Our argument disturbed the table next to us. One woman walked up to our table and said some words in a language I couldn't even identify, and in the next second I was seated on the opposite side of the table looking at myself! She told us that we needed to understand each other better, and that after one week all we had to do tobreverse the swap was to have set with each other.

I did my best to make it through the rest of the meal without totally freaking out- I was in the body of my Puerto Rican fiance/house boy. My speech came out with his heavy accent, my arms were darker than they have ever been. Javier however... I kept seeing him smiling to himself, and I swear I saw him rubbing his hands along his upper legs.

Since Javier didn't have a license I couldn't drive us home. It felt so weird to be sitting in the passenger seat.

"When we got home that first night, Javier led me into the bedroom and sat me down on the bed. "The witch said we have to act like each other while we are swapped," he said. He grabbed a pair of his super skimpy thongs and held it out to me. "I'd like my bottom boy to change into this. And actually, thongs are the only underwear you'll be permitted to wear this week."

My jaw dropped, but he pulled me to my feet and pinned me against the wall. I felt so weak next to my old body. "Now." He demanded, my voice booming.

Seeing that I had no other choice I quickly undressed and squeezed into the thong. "Good boy," he said, taking a seat in a large chair. "Now let's get your punishment out of the way."

"Punishment?! For what?"

"The chores aren't complete. That's Javier's job, after all. Here."

I got within arms reach of him and he roughly pulled me over his lap and spanked me. My ass sore, my face red, I was too stunned to do much of anything.

That night he slept with me in his arms. I have never been the little spoon before, and it made me feel so small sleeping next to my muscled body.

We went to the gym on Sunday and I mostly watched him work out my body. He went to the treadmill and I went to the locker room to freshen myself up. I still couldn't get over seeing his face in the mirror.

A couple guys walked in and I heard them talking about "that little queen over there", me. They weren't as big as my old body but they were bigger than me. They blocked the door as I tried to leave.

"Excuse me."

"You gotta pay the toll," the guy on the right said, pulling the waistband of his shorts down to reveal an already hard member. "Suck it, and we'll let you go."

I was humiliated. Does Javier really have to deal with this kind stuff?

Javier entered the room just as I was getting on my knees and scared them away.

I apologized, feeling totally degraded, but he laughed it off! "Sucks when everyone is bigger than you, right?" He then pushed me into the showers and stripped me down, then told me to get back on my knees while he stripped. "They do have a point though, bottom boys like you do give excellent head. So get to it."

There was no way I was going to give myself a blow job. When I resisted he used a small fraction of his strength to force me to my knees. "You are the sub now, hear me? You will do what I say!"

Javier's body was super attracted to mine, and especially it seemed when my body acted like an alpha. My dick was rock hard, but I didn't look at it. I knew his was at least three inches shorter than my former one.

On Monday I woke up to an empty bed. He had actually taken our car to his office! On the nightstand he left me my list of daily chores to do. It still freaks me out everytime I see his face in a mirror, and I can't get over how smooth his chest feels in the shower.

When he returned from work that night I was exhausted from doing all my chores. So tired actually that I forgot to fix any dinner and have it waiting for him when he walked in the door. That earned me another spanking, and then he flung me on the bed and tied my wrists to the headboard before fucking me as hard as he could. He then left me tied to the bed while he went and ordered pizza for the night. "You might get some once it goes cold, but tomorrow you'll know better," he said as he left me vulnerable and exposed on the bed.

That brings us to today, Tuesday. I was busy tending to my duties around the house when the doorbell rang, followed by three loud, solid knocks.

We weren't expecting anyone, at least not that I knew of, so I peeked out a window before opening the door. Two policemen were outside.

I opened the door, doing my best impersonation of Javier hoping I just looked like an innocent Latino. They asked me my name and I gave it. They then proceeded to put me in cuffs and started walking me towards the car, saying they were delivering me to immigration due to my expired Visa status. I blurted out that I was American, but they laughed it off due to my heavy accent. I wanted to say I had swapped bodies with my fiance, but who knows how that would have gone down.

On the ride to the station I asked them how they found me. "A man named Duncan Collins stepped forward with your status and home address."

I went numb. My own BROTHER called immigration on my fiance? The longer the ride went on the more scared I became. They only saw Javier when they looked at me, and I had 4 days left before we could swap back. But if I'm in a detaining cell, or if they ship me back to Puerto Rico, what would I do? I know none of his family, and I don't even speak Spanish! I had to get into contact with Javier in my body, but how?

Someone tell him what has happened, I need help! I don't know the first thing about living in a foreign country, and who knows what will happen to me without a big strong man like my fiance to protect me!

#bodyswap #male body swap #body switch #body swap

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slafkovskys · 1 year

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Being friends at Michigan with Adam but dating Luca

“luca, have you seen my-” you can’t even finish your sentence before your boyfriend appears in the doorway, dangling your necklace between his fingers, “where did you find it?”

“you put it on the nightstand before we went to sleep last night because you were too tired to go and put it in your little jewelry case,” he has a playful smile on his lips as he crosses the short distance and comes to stand behind you. he drapes the dainty golden heart that he had gotten you for your six month anniversary in between your collarbones and struggles with the clasp momentarily before he makes a noise of satisfaction. the matching heart that he wore on his wrist glimmers in the light as he wraps his arms loosely around your waist and rests his chin atop your head, “y’know, we could just hide in here today. say the food from last night made us sick or something.”

“after we were both raving about it and convinced everyone to go again tonight?” you quirk an eyebrow and he hums, “nice try, buddy. besides, we already showed our very healthy faces at breakfast and adam would give us so much shit if we miraculously came down with something that quickly.”

he huffs as you unwrap his arms from your waist so that you could walk back out into your shared bedroom, “why did you have to be my brother’s best friend?”

“to ask me that question, i would have to counter with why you wanted to date your brother’s best friend?”

that was the thing, when you had first started looking at colleges, your parents had sat you down and pretty much laid down the law:

1. you’re going to get your education, not to party

2. pick one that’s reasonably close to home, for their sake

3. don’t go to college with a boyfriend, that never lasts

and you, as an eighteen-year-old, decided to enroll in a college with a semi-notable party history, that was almost five hours away from home (but in another country! your mother stressed with a hand on her forehead), and lastly you were following your best friend in his path.

though in both the fantilli boys’ defense and your own, when you had committed to michigan, luca wasn’t part of the plan. he had quite literally fallen into your lap in the middle of a darty four days into the fall semester and ever since then, the two of you had been all but attached at the hip.

and that’s how you found yourself in italy as the summer began to wind down with your two favorite boys and their parents.

you start to dig through your suitcase in search of a swimsuit having already decided to utilize the pool for the day. you feel luca’s eyes on you as you change and you point to the towel that rested on the sink behind him, “hand me that please.”

“i seriously think that we should stay in here today,” he hands you the towel, but pulls you in close, pressing his lips to your neck. “you look too good to share with anybody.”

“why invite me to come on vacation if you’re not going to share me- oh absolutely not,” you slap his arm when his teeth get involved. you send him a look, “not with your family here.”

“i can be quiet if you can be quiet,” he waged, making grabby hands at you.

you roll your eyes, “if you can be on your best behavior for the rest of today we’ll see, but until then i’m going to be at the pool.”

you leave him pouting and maybe if you swing your hips a little more when you walk out of the room, well that’s your business. when you get downstairs, you pull open the sliding doors to find adam splashing around by himself, “that’s kind of sad, actually.”

he whips his head around, “shut up. you’re supposed to be my entertainment but luca keeps stealing you from me.”

you make your way over to a lounge chair and lay out your towel, “remember when i agreed to come, you promised me that you would be nice about it and share me?”

“i had you first,” adam whines, wading over to where you had set up shop. you open your mouth to say something, but before you could, you hear the sliding door open and adam makes a noise of disapproval, “oh my god, you’re matching. can this get any worse?”

“what?” you turn your head to find luca walking towards you, a smug smile on his face and swim trunks the same color as your swimsuit on his bottom half. you cover your mouth with your hand, “you did that on purpose.”

“i knew it that it would piss mr. ‘i had her first’ off,” he sits down on your lounger and makes himself comfortable between your legs, resting his head on your stomach. you push his sunglasses down to cover his eyes before running a hand through his hair, “thank you, baby.”

“oh i’m going to be sick,” adam shakes his head as he pushes away from the side of the pool, “and i’m not pissed. i’m just embarrassed that she’s got you that wrapped around her finger.”

“don’t act like you didn’t make me do a couple’s costume with you one year because your girlfriend broke up with you and it was too late for you to get your money back, fantilli,” you raise an eyebrow at your best friend and he shoots you a glare as luca laughs. “keep talking shit and i can keep spilling secrets. i’ve got fifteen years worth.”

adam splashes both of you with water before ducking under the surface. with a satisfied smirk on your lips, you pat luca’s chest, “remind me to tell you about the time that he thought your mom’s car got stolen when he wasn’t supposed to be driving it and reported it to the police and everything, only to find out he just forgot where he had parked it.”

“oh, i absolutely will.”

#luca fantilli #blurb weekend

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simping4villains · 1 year

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I got a request for more Phinks content, so here y'all go! Hope you like it!

Warning: Sexual content

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Our original plan had failed.

As soon as we got to the special event island, we were stopped by one of the game's creators and beamed to one of the main cities. Shalnark decided that it would be best for us to find somewhere to rest tonight and regroup in the morning.

"Come on," he said to us. "There's a place up the road where we can rent lodging for the night."

"So, now what?" I asked while we walked. "Can we still go through with the rest of the mission? We don't have the boat anymore."

He rubbed his chin as he thought. "I guess for now we'll just play the game until we can find another way off of the island."

"What he means," Phinks clarified, "Is that we'll steal whatever cards we need in order to get the treasure. That's what Fei and I did before."

"Right," Shal agreed as he pushed through the front door of one of the city's brick buildings.

The decor inside was very old and rustic-looking. I noticed that there were cobwebs wrapping around the chandelier that hung in the center of the room. There was a small cat-like man sitting in one of the lobby's plush chairs, reading a book. He smiled at us as we came in, hopping up to run behind the counter.

"Hello! What can I do for you folks?"

"We'd like to rent six rooms, please," Shalnark answered.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I've only got three left."

"Should we go somewhere else?" Franklin asked Shal.

"No, no, we can just pair off—you and Kortopi, Phinks and y/n, and me and Feitan."

I had a feeling that since I always paired up with Phinks and Feitan for missions, Shalnark would probably have me room with one of them. I guess I should have been relieved that it was Phinks he'd picked. I was still pretty sure that Feitan hated me.

We grabbed our keys from the man behind the counter and climbed the stairs to our shared room. It was simple and rustic, just as the lobby had been. The only furniture we had was a beat-up writing desk, a nightstand with a dusty lamp, and a bed just big enough for two.

"God, I'm fucking beat," Phinks said, throwing his bag down and flopping onto the mattress.

"One bed," I said. "Guess we're sharing?"

"It's either that or one of us sleeps on the floor, and it sure as shit ain't gonna be me."

"Alright. I think I'm gonna run down the hall to the bathroom to change."

"Yeah, I guess I should probably change too," He said, standing up and pulling his shirt off.

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head with how shocked I was. This man clearly didn't care if I saw him half-naked. And honestly, he had nothing to be ashamed of. Sure, his incredible strength came from his nen, but he still had the rippling muscles to match it. I hadn't meant to stare, but. . .

"What, see something you like?" He smirked.

Shit.

"Fuck off," I snapped and left the room as quickly as possible.

I could tell by the heat in my cheeks that I was blushing at being caught and I didn't want to give him a reason to keep teasing me. It wasn't even like I was really attracted to Phinks or anything, I was just caught off guard. That was what I kept telling myself as I regained my composure.

When I came back to the room, he was already in bed with the covers pulled up to his chest—which was still bare. He turned when I entered.

"Jeez. Took ya long enough."

I frowned. "You don't always have to be such an ass. I mean, would it kill you to relax for once?"

"I'm trying, but I had to wait all night for you to put on your massive tshirt."

I lifted the bottom of it to reveal my shorts. "These, too."

He threw his arms up. "Christ, forgive me. Those must've taken forever on their own."

"You're a real dick, you know that?"

"Yeah, whatever. Get your ass in bed. I'm fucking tired."

"Fine."

I climbed under the covers with my back to him and he turned out the light. After an exhausting day, it didn't take long for us to fall asleep.

*****

I was jolted awake by a sharp kick.

I sat up, ready to defend against whatever intruder had attacked me, but it was only Phinks and I in the room, and he was still asleep.

He must've moved a lot in his sleep because he was sprawled out over the majority of the bed, his elbow was digging into my back, and he had taken most of the blanket as well. I tried to take the blanket back, but the force shifted his body a bit and he ended up kicking me again.

I yelped and kicked him back, giving him a massive shove to move him back onto his side of the bed. He woke up and was immediately pissed.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"You're taking up too much of the bed!"

"Well, you don't need to get physical!"

"You kicked me first!" I yelled, going to shove him again.

He caught my wrists. "No I didn't!"

"Yes you did!"

"Well, I didn't mean to!"

"Whatever," I said, breaking out of his grasp. "Give me the blanket!"

I enhanced my aura as I went to yank the blanket back from him and ended up pulling him along with it. He caught himself with one arm on each side of my head. We both froze.

I looked down at the way our bodies were now pressed together. My face suddenly felt hot again, but I couldn't run this time.

Phinks chuckled. "Well, damn. If you wanted me so bad you could've just said so."

"Shut up! This was an accident!"

"Oh, really? Cause I don't see you shoving me away."

"I could say the same for you," I pointed out.

His cocky grin dropped. "Well—I just—that's because I. . . shut up."

As if my comment made him fully realize the position we were in, he moved to get off of me. Without thinking, I reached out to stop him, wrapping a hand around his arm.

He looked back at me. "What are you doing?"

"I don't know," I answered.

It was the truth. It was like my brain and body had stop communicating. I was moving without any control. I hadn't even had the idea to snake my hand up his chest and into his hair, but it happened anyway.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, tugging lightly at his golden locks.

His lashes fluttered ever so lightly at the sensation. "No," he breathed.

I guided him into a kiss. Our mouths moved together, tentatively at first, but before long we both melted into it. He slid an arm beneath me and held me tighter so that my body arched against him. I couldn't help but let out a small gasp at the action. Phinks used the opportunity to catch my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling a moan from my throat.

"Oh, you like that?" He teased.

"Shut up."

"You can admit it if i'm turning you on."

I enhanced my aura and flipped us so that I was straddling him. Before he had a chance to recover, I dipped down and bit his neck.

"Fuck," he hissed, tilting his head back to give me better access.

I laughed against his skin. "I'll admit it when you do."

"Well, don't hold your breath. There's nothing for me to admit."

I sat back up to cock an eyebrow at him. "Really?"

"Really."

He was a fucking liar. I could feel how hard he was beneath me. If he was going to play hard-to-get then I'd just have to drag a confession out of him.

"What's this, then?" I asked, rolling my hips against him.

He sucked in a breath, trying to keep his composure. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"This." I repeated the same action.

He couldn't stop himself from groaning that time, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment. "Alright, fine. You're turning me on. You're a fucking smokeshow. Is that what you wanted to hear?"

I affectionately swiped my thumb over his cheek. "It was. Thank you."

"Don't you have something to say to me?"

"I said 'thank you.'"

"You aren't going to tell me how bad you want it?"

I shrugged. "Meh."

"Oh, fuck off." He laughed. "You're such a brat."

He grabbed my hips and started rolling them so that I moved back and forth on his length. With only a few thin layers of fabric between the two of us I could feel every inch—and god, he was right, I did fucking want it.

He changed the angle of my hips, shifting all of the friction to my clit. My hands shot to his chest when I felt a jolt of pleasure run through my body. I gave him a warning look, but he just flashed me a cocky smile in return.

"What's wrong?" He slid one of his hands between us, stopping where I was most sensitive. "Is it this?"

He started rubbing circles over my shorts. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan. I didn't want to give Phinks anything else to feed his already inflated ego.

He laughed again, shaking his head. "Aw, come on, you don't have to hold back for me. It's all yours as soon as you tell me how bad you want it."

I didn't say anything—hell, I couldn't have opened my mouth without moaning.

"Fine, if you're gonna be stubborn. . ." He pushed my shorts and panties aside to run his fingers through my folds. "Fuck, you're soaked."

He found his way to my clit again, sending another shock of pleasure through me. I couldn't hold back my moans this time.

He smirked. "Yeah? Does that feel good?"

"You're such an ass," I said, but it did feel good. He'd barely touched me and I could already sense a coil of pleasure beginning to tighten in the pit of my stomach.

He chuckled. "And you've got a terrible poker face."

He dipped a finger inside of me, then another, slowly scissoring them. He forced another moan out of me when he curled them over an especially sensitive spot. I tightened my grip on his chest, digging my nails into his skin.

He drew in a sharp breath, pulling his hand away. "Fuck, are you trying to make me bleed?"

"Don't stop," I whined.

I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. I hadn't wanted to seem so needy—so desperate for his touch. I thought he'd end up teasing me for it, so I was surprised when he flipped us back over and gave me exactly what I wanted, ripping my shorts and panties off in one move before thrusting his fingers into me at an even faster rate. I threw my head back, arching my back and curling my toes. Phinks took the opportunity to give attention to my neck, planting kisses along my jaw before he made his way up to my ear and nibbled on the lobe.

"Are you getting close?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"I'll let you cum," he murmured, "if you admit that you want it."

"Want what?" I asked, feeling the coil in my stomach continuing to tighten—the tension threatening to explode at any minute. I thought if I stalled then maybe I wouldn't have to say it.

He quickly proved to me that that strategy wouldn't work as he moved to pull his hand away again. I grabbed his wrist.

"Wait! Alright, fine. I do."

"Do what?"

"Want it."

He pressed his thumb to my clit, moving it in slow circles. "Want what?"

"Y-Ah-You."

His fingers curled over that same sensitive spot again. "What do you want from me?"

I was so close. I needed it. I just had to say it.

"I want you to f-nngh fuck-I want you to fuck me."

"Oh, that's what you want?"

"Yes."

He stopped teasing me with such a slow pace, pumping his fingers faster and making quicker circles over my clit. I could feel the coil of pleasure tightening again. Every movement was working me closer and closer to the edge.

And then Phinks murmured, "Then you'd better hurry up and cum for me already."

If my mind weren't completely numbed by the intense pleasure I felt, I would have been pissed that THAT was what pushed me over the edge. But as my orgasm washed over me, I was too dizzied by a blissful fog to be upset, unable to focus on anything but melting into the mattress. I was so distracted by my high that I failed to notice that Phinks had gotten undressed. I didn't realize it until we were making out again and his erection brushed against the inside of my thigh.

His hands moved under my shirt, pushing it up to guide it over my head. While I was sat up, he reached around to unhook my bra, using our proximity as an opportunity to suck on my neck. I thought he'd lay me back down once my bra was off, but instead he pulled me into his lap so that my legs were wrapped around his waist.

"Damn," he said as his eyes raked over my body. "You're a fucking dime, you know that?"

"And you have such a way with words." I moved my hand between us to wrap around his length, moving it up and down at a torturously slow pace.

He groaned as he let his head fall to my shoulder, pressing his hand into the small of my back so that I was forced closer to him.

I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of my mouth. "Something wrong?"

"Yeah. Quit teasing me like that."

"Like what?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Don't act cute. You know what you're doing."

"What do you mean?"

He laughed and pulled back to look at me. "You're really gonna do this? After you were practically begging for me to fuck you? Now you're gonna just sit here and play your little games with me? You're really asking for it."

"I think you're all talk. And besides," I leaned in so our lips were nearly touching. "Who said I didn't still want it?"

It was like my words had lit a fire inside of him, calling him to action. He grabbed my thighs and lifted me up, lining himself up with my entrance. I slowly sank down on his length until I was resting on his hips.

"You okay?" He asked, rubbing my thighs.

"I'm good," I answered. "How are you doing?"

"Oh, i'm fucking fantastic." He said before catching my lips in a kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck so they rested on his shoulders, giving me the extra bit of leverage I needed to lift myself off of him, just to sink back down again. He groaned against my lips, grabbing my ass. I repeated the motion, building a faster pace. It didn't take long for Phinks to take over. With his grip on my ass he started rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. The whole thing felt incredibly intimate—our arms wrapped around each other, our lips exploring every inch of skin they could find, and our small gasps and moans that filled the air with each movement.

"Phinks," I breathed when the sting of him stretching me out was gone, replaced by the feeling of pure pleasure.

"What is it, babe?"

"Harder."

"Harder? Shit, I don't wanna break you."

"Please. I need it," I begged.

"Fuck, alright. Anything you want. Hold me tighter."

I braced against his shoulders and hooked my ankles together around his back just in time for him to lift me off of the bed. He carried me to the other side of the room and pinned me up against the wall.

"You'd better hang on," he said before pulling his hips back and thrusting into me harder than before.

I threw my head back and moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders. It only encouraged him to go faster. He was ramming into me with so much speed and force that I worried we might break through the wall.

"You like that?" He asked, gripping my thighs so tight I was sure he'd leave bruises. "You like it when I'm rough like this?"

"Yes," I whined.

"You like it when I fuck you nice and deep?" He rolled his hips on an especially hard thrust so that his strokes rubbed over my g-spot.

The sensation made my back arch off of the wall so that I pressed my body into him. My hands shot to his head, tugging at his hair as I nearly screamed in pleasure.

"God, yes! Don't fucking stop!"

He nipped at my neck, repeating the same movement. "That's it. Just like that, baby. That's my good fucking girl."

He kept fucking me like that, relentlessly abusing my g-spot until he forced another orgasm out of me. I screamed out his name, desperately clawing at his skin. He gave a few more erratic thrusts before spilling inside of me, burying his face in my neck and panting next to my ear.

Once we'd both recovered a bit, he unhooked my thighs from his hips and set me down. When my feet hit the floor, my legs wobbled beneath me and I nearly fell over before he caught me in his arms.

"Whoa there, easy."

"I'm fine," I told him.

"See, I knew I'd end up breaking you if I gave you what you wanted."

I rolled my eyes. "Fuck you."

He smirked. "Again? I'm not sure you could handle another round so soon."

"God, I hate how cocky you are."

He just smirked and pressed a kiss to my forehead before moving to my ear. He dropped his voice to a low, teasing tone. "If that were true then you wouldn't be full of my cum right now."

"Fuck off," I snapped. I could already feel it running down my leg.

He laughed, knowing he'd won. "Come on, I'm tired as hell after all that."

We both cleaned up and got dressed before climbing back in bed. As soon as I was under the covers, Phinks scooted up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me against him.

"What are you doing?" I asked, inching away a bit.

"Trying to spoon you. Will you just quit fighting and let it happen?"

I gave in and tried to relax in his arms. Before too long his breathing became slow and deep, telling me he'd fallen asleep. I closed my eyes and focused on the comforting warmth of his embrace, falling asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

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sunjaesol · 2 years

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rosaline x dario | rosaline (2022) | fluffy one-shot

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He woke up to the sound of a scratching quill on thick paper. Dario sighed. It was the middle of the night with a single burning candle slowly losing its wax right by the desk. And behind it was his beautiful though stubborn wife, Rosaline. Of course, she didn't listen when he told her to go to bed. Did she ever?

"Rosaline," he sighed.

She hummed something.

"Come to bed."

"Sri Lanka isn't gonna draw itself, Dario," she uttered. Her long auburn hair appeared as fire in the lowlight and its sight made his stomach warm. He would never get used to seeing her in any hour of the day.

Looking over her shoulder, she raised her brows at him. "No reaction?"

He shrugged and stretched his arms behind his head. "Will it change your mind?"

"Probably not."

"Hm."

She placed her quill down and turned fully towards him, her inked hands in her lap. He wanted to reach out, lure her from the desk into bed and his arms. He loved their daily squabble, but he adored holding her, kissing her. But from the look on her face, he knew she wasn't done.

"Do you think we'll ever go there?" she asked.

"If we can get our hands on a caravel, sure," he replied casually. "Though I must say, my love, it's not in our budget."

Her lips tutted. "Damn. Shouldn't have given Romeo and Juliet your boat."

Dario smirked. "I regret that decision every day."

"Really?" she asked. Her eyes widened, wondering, and his sardonic smile melted to a gentle one.

"No," he whispered. "I don't. Come to bed, Rosaline. Please."

Something shifted in her posture. Her shoulders slackened and she nodded, grabbing the candlestick and moving it to the nightstand.

The inn was nicer than most they've stayed at, Dario noted. Thick wooden flooring and walls that kept the cold of the British Isles at bay. A firm mattress and plush pillows. A perfect mahogany desk for his love. She'd steal it if it weren't so heavy, she told him earlier today.

In a couple of hours, they would explore the Connemara of Ireland; a mountainous beauty with many lakes and coves. He would fish and attempt to learn the dialect, she would paint and draw and, eventually, add it to her map of Western Europe. It was a lot different to little Verona.

Rosaline laid beside him. "You're patient," she whispered.

"One of us has to be," he teased, soft, a gentle hand caressing her cheek.

Her head tilted to kiss him, capturing his lips as a hand clutched his neck.

This is what he had always wanted: discovering the world with the love of his life, his equal, one day at a time and not rushing through milestones. His father has been badgering him about an heir through countless letters, but he ignored them. What Rosaline and him wanted would always triumph his parents' wishes and expectations.

"I love you," she exhaled.

It was maybe the hundredth time she told him, but it never got old. Digging his nose in the crook of her neck, he let out a content sigh and closed his eyes. "I love you, too, Rosaline."

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midwestmade29 · 8 months

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‼️UPDATED 10/7/23 🙂‼️

🔥PART 1🔥

Well, a *slight* change in plans about my spicy little number I wrote. I'm still needing to edit a few parts towards the end of it, and I'll take care of that as soon as I can. BUT the good news is I can share what I do have ready! Please keep in mind that I am not a professional writer and that I am in no way perfect. Be kind and gentle with me as I dive in head first…

*Constructive criticism and advice is always welcome! Please let me know if there’s something I should add to the following disclaimers (to make my post more informative or reader friendly) or about anything else that comes to mind*

If you are not at least 18 years old or older, I implore you to keep scrolling.

There is sexual content so it is NSFW or minors.

It is written from the POV of a female and has dialogue between her and Christian Cage.

Dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), sexual intercourse, dominant male, unprotected sex.

Word count for Part 1: 965

“They say all good boys go to Heaven, but bad boys bring Heaven to you…”

I peeled myself off the couch and made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water before heading upstairs to get ready for bed. Christian still wasn’t home yet from his late-night workout that some of the AEW guys had invited him to join last minute. I tried my best to stay up to see him, but my eyelids felt so heavy. We both knew today was going to be a busy day for each of us and I hated not being able to see him, but I just couldn’t stay up any longer. We were able to talk sporadically throughout the day and FaceTimed each other when there was a free moment during the afternoon. The sound of his sexy voice and the sight of his bright smile always lit me up inside.

I made it to our bedroom and flipped on the light switch. I undressed myself down to my panties and grabbed one of Christian’s wrestling shirts out of the dresser, pulled it down over my head and let it slide down my body before resting on my thighs. Once my teeth were brushed, I grabbed my phone off the nightstand to check the time, and 10:48pm lit up on the screen. I set my alarm and started to clear notifications when suddenly I felt a pair of strong, muscular arms wrap around me from behind.

I jumped from being startled but relaxed instantly when I inhaled a familiar scent. “Hey baby.” Christian spoke softly. I lifted my arm up and placed it behind his neck, brushing my fingers through the base of his hairline, causing Christian to groan in approval. Our bodies were flush against one another as we reveled in our embrace. Christian nuzzled his face into my neck while his hands began roaming over my midsection. “Mmm, I missed you today. I'm sorry I'm home so late, I hate it when our schedules clash like this. My shirt looks good on you by the way…”

The back of my head rested on his chest as Christian’s hands were toying with the bottom hem of my shirt, occasionally slipping a finger or two beneath the top of my panty line, tracing along the lace. Goosebumps spread across my skin like wildfire, letting Christian know how easily and quickly my body was responding to him. He released me from his arms, and I turned around. His hand instantly gripped my jaw and held my head in place. He tilted my head up so we made eye contact, and I could see the lust blazing in his beautiful blue eyes. His gaze was intense, so I tried to turn my head, but that only caused him to grip my jaw more firmly. A whimper escaped my lips and a cheeky smile spread across Christian’s face. He had me right where he wanted me. With his free arm, he wrapped it around my waist and pulled me closer, so our bodies were flush once again. I could feel his arousal through his sweats pressing against my core and fuck did it feel good. “I’ve been thinking about those pretty pink lips of yours all day and that sweet little mouth wrapped around my cock.”

My eyes widened and my cheeks were on fire from his boldness as he continued. “Are you going to be my good girl tonight? Let me fuck you however I please? I want to hear you scream my name as I pound your tight pussy into the mattress.” I swallowed hard but nodded “yes.” Suddenly I was no longer tired but felt so hungry. Hungry for something other than food to satisfy my appetite. I wanted whatever he was about to feed me.

Christian released my jaw and lifted me into his arms and took a few steps until my back hit the wall. He pinned me there with his hips, and my legs wrapped around his waist, causing me to gasp at the pressure of his hard length against my panties. Our lips crashed against each other, and it was game on from there. Christian parted my lips with his tongue, and I happily granted him access. My hands tugged his hair causing him to curse under his breath. I took his bottom lip in-between my teeth and bit down, just hard enough to feel his cock twitch against me. His trail of kisses left a path of fire in their wake as he bit, sucked, licked, and kissed his way around my jawline to the nape of my neck. The roughness of his beard against my soft skin created the most delicious sensation that was driving me wild. I couldn’t help but moan as my core began to ache for this man. I was beyond ready to give him whatever the fuck he wanted.

“Christian…please…” I begged softly. My plea caused him to pull himself back from me, allowing me to slide down the wall until my feet touched the floor. Still keeping me pinned in place, he lowered his head and looked deeply into my darkened eyes . “What is it baby? What do you want?” he whispered seductively. My breathing started to accelerate, and my brain scrambled to find the right words to say. He knew exactly what I wanted, but he was enjoying making me squirm. “Say it baby. I need to hear you say how much you want my hard cock in your wet pussy.” My tongue glided over my bottom lip at the thought of Christian thrusting himself inside of me. Somehow the wires in my brain finally connected and I was able to tell him what he wanted to hear. “I want you. Every single inch. Please, fuck me Christian. I need you inside of me.” He let out a growl from deep down inside of him. “That’s what I thought.”

(To be continued...)

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cantforgetaboutmunson · 2 years

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While my guitar gently weeps ~ Max Mayfield

Song: While my guitar gently weeps - The Beatles

Summary: Max finds solace with you one night, after a particularly rough nightmare. While sitting in your room, she asks you play a song for her.

Pairing: Max Mayfield x gn!Reader

Warnings: Angsty, swearing, mentions of death/grieving, mentions of Billy, fluffy moments here and there.

Notes: This is a bit of a long one, sorry. I haven’t written anything like this in 5 years, so please bear with me. The idea popped into my head earlier this week and I just have a soft spot for Max. Plus the song just seemed fitting in my mind, especially since it came out in 1968. I also made the reader like 1-2 years older than the younger kids. Just so them having a job made more sense. Reader and Max aren’t together in this one, but they both know of the others feelings. You can listen to the song throughout this one if you want :)

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Coming home from the late shift at the Arcade was not something I was thrilled about. The smell of sweat along with an overwhelming stench of old pizza made me feel slightly sick, but hey, it pays well and I couldn’t complain too much. My parents were out of town visiting one of my relatives so it was just me at home. Not that I minded too much. Placing my keys down on the coffee table, I headed towards my room, passing the kitchen on the way.

I wasn’t all that hungry. I had eaten a late dinner with Steve and Robin after they were done with their shifts at Family Video. It was nice working next to them. During breaks, I would go next door and poke fun at Steve for another one of his failed attempts at keeping a girls attention. Robin would join in occasionally and the both of us found enjoyment through Steve’s deflated expression. It was all in good fun. All of us teasing each other on our love lives, or lack there of. Steve and I would tease Robin about Vickie, the Robin and I would tease Steve, and they would tease me about my feelings for Max.

It’s not like I haven’t told her how I feel. I have, I swear, it’s just that neither one of us has really spoken on where this goes for our relationship. At least, not anymore than we already have. She wants to take things slow, she’s still processing things after the whole Starcourt fiasco, which I completely understand. Even if her and Billy weren’t on the best of terms, he was still her brother. She’d talk to me about him from time to time, only when she was ready to speak on it though. I’ve never wanted to pressure her to talk to me, so I just let her come to me when she feels comfortable. I care about Max, more than I originally thought I would, and I only want the best for her.

I was finishing changing out of my work clothes and into a pair of shorts and a hoodie, when I heard a series of knocking at my front door. I wasn’t really expecting anyone. I looked at the clock on my nightstand, it read 10:37. Maybe it was Dustin? He did have a tendency to bike over to my house when he had nothing better to do.

Upon opening the door, I don’t see Dustin. Instead I’m met with Max, who looked like she had ridden her skateboard all the way over here. She was breathing heavily and it looked like she had some tear tracks on her face that were slightly dried. From the wind blowing in her face you think.

I looked at her concerned, “Max? What’re you doing here? It’s kinda late.”

She rolled her eyes at me slightly and was rolling on the balls of her feet. She was avoiding looking at me in the eyes and it made me feel more worried.

“Mom’s not at home tonight and I didn’t feel like being by myself. Are you going to let me in or what?”, she said while looking at the wind chimes my mom hung up by the door.

Upon realizing that I haven’t given her space to come in, I frantically open the door a bit more, “Oh yeah! Yeah, yeah, come in. I’m sorry for not letting you in sooner.”

She brushes off my apologies and walks right past me to my room. I locked the door and walked behind her. She got there before me and was laying on my bed, her back towards me. It was quiet for a moment. I didn’t want to accidentally set her off by asking her what was wrong when I knew she probably wouldn’t want me asking that. I leaned against the door frame to my room and just played with the loose string on my shorts.

“You don’t have to stand by the door like a creep, you know. Especially in your own home”, Max said with her back still turned. “Come over here”, she paused, “Please?”

Immediately I started walking over to my bed and sat up, leaning on my headboard. Her back was close to my thigh and all I wanted to do was touch her. Just so she knows that I’m here and she’s not alone.

She turns over suddenly and I can see the furrow in her brows as she’s thinking. Of what, I don’t know. I reach over and rub my thumb between her brows and her face contorts back to one of neutrality.

“You’re going to get premature wrinkles if you keep thinking so hard like that.”

She fixes her gaze on me and flicks my thigh, “Shut up asshole.”, as she then looks away from me, hiding a small smile. I count that as a personal victory.

A minute passes, neither of us talking. Just the sound of us breathing and Max leaning into the hand that was playing with her hair. She seemed content for now, and so was I. As long as she was no longer crying.

“I miss him, you know?”, she says quietly. I look down at her to see that her eyes were flicking between looking up at me and looking at something in my room, that I couldn’t pinpoint.

“I miss him sometimes. The smell of his cologne mixed with cigarettes. Him blaring his music in his room when Neil wasn’t home. I even miss him getting annoyed at me for being late to his car.” The hand that was playing with her hair was now being held in her hand. My thumb as rubbing back and fourth on top of her hand. She sniffed and looked at our hands, “I had a nightmare. That’s why I came here. I couldn’t go back to sleep and the more I tried, the more pathetic I felt. Pathetic at the fact that I can’t be by myself anymore without feeling so alone. Pathetic at the fact that even though he was a shitty brother, he was still my brother and one of the only pieces of family I had left. Pathetic at the fact that I’m rambling about this to you when I know you probably have better things to do but the think is, I don’t feel safe with anyone but you.”

I’m stunned by her words. She’s never said that much in a short amount of time. A warm feeling blossoms in my chest at the fact that she feels safe with me. Out of all of our friends, it’s me she wants to be around.

“I don’t think it’s pathetic honey. You’ve never been pathetic to me. Never ever. You’re one of the strongest girls I’ve ever met. I’m always going to be here for you. No matter the time of day, you can come to me and I’ll be here with open arms. I care about you Max. I always have and I always will.”

She looks up to me and a small smile breaks out onto her face. She squeezes my hand and starts to sit up. Leaning on the headboard with me, she looks to the other side of the room, “Can you play the song? For me?”, she says quietly.

I knew what song she was talking about. It was one of the songs that I learned early on in our friendship, thanks to Eddie’s guitar lessons, and she would ask me to play it for her when she comes over. I walk over to my guitar and make my way back to her.

I pluck the first couple of chords until eventually the soft tune starts filling the room.

“I look at you all

See the love there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps”

I feel a weight against my shoulder as I continue strumming along with the words. I wasn’t the best singer, in my opinion, but that never stopped me from playing it for Max. All she had to do was look at me with her beautiful eyes and I would do absolutely anything to keep the sparkle of wonder that remained in them.

“I don't know why nobody told you

How to unfold your love

I don't know how someone controlled you

They bought and sold you”

My head slowly lowered down to lean against hers on my shoulder. This had become second nature to me. Max and me, sitting on my bed, with her close to me, and listening to the same song every time she comes over. This was our new normal now. Away from the Upside Down, away from demodogs and demogorgons. With or without the use of labels between Max and I, it doesn’t matter to me at the moment. She matters to me. Right here, right now.

“With every mistake

We must surely be learning

Still my guitar gently weeps”

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I hope y’all enjoyed that one! I tried my hardest to make it all flow together and hopefully y’all could understand where I was going with it. I’m also hoping I didn’t make too many errors. Maybe I’ll write more like this in the future but for now, thank you for reading :)

Nic <3

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sylvieserene · 9 months

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A Solemn Day [A Teen Titans One-Shot Fic]

Silence.

The first thing which greeted him every morning was silence itself.

He appreciated it's presence every day at the early hours he woke up yet…

Today it felt heavy, unbearable and lonely-

March 28th.

A day which changed the trajectory of his life forever.

Made him into what he was today.

Gentle yet pale light of dawn entered into the room through the window as Robin swung his leg over the side of his bed listlessly. He tapped the alarm button out of habit and made his way to the washroom.

He felt no energy or even slight optimism; there was a heavy sensation in his heart, a feeling he was too accustomed to over the years.

The very essence of air he breathed in felt heavy yet still; almost as if the universe acknowledged the weight of this day.

He knew today was going to be hard. He knew today would reopen the pain of some wounds which never truly disappeared and probably never will but…he didn't expect it to be so-....hard and lonely.

It was the first time he was dealing with the Death Anniversary of his parents outside Wayne House.

It had been a year since he left Gotham already.

He moved through the motions of his daily routine, facing the basin he splashed his face with the cold water which almost felt like baptism, cleansing his maelstrom of emotions even if for a few seconds.

Wiping off the water from his features, he took deliberate steps back to his room as if trying to maintain some semblance of balance over the day which had it's own plans for him.

Walking through the hallway, he faced the clean glass panel which let in the beauty of the natural light blossom throughout the space.

Subconsciously, Robin touched the glass as the sun slowly ascended into the heavens emitting a sweet yellow glow aloft the cotton candy like white clouds which were slowly being scattered all across the sky.

He could tell the day was going to be long, gloomy and cloudy as he noticed the clouds slowly consume up the sun fully out of sight.

As he entered his room and donned upon the uniform, his fingers ran over the Robin insignia decorated over his chest.

"Is there a reason for this costume to be so….colourful?"

Mary Grayson sat gracefully in front of Richard adjusting her posture to match his height. "Because when I see you up there Richard"

She smiles as she affectionately puts her hand on the 'R' insignia on his dress. "-you make me think of a little Robin!" Her eyes twinkle in motherly amusement.

A soft smile brushes his face followed by him squeezing his eyes tightly as he inhales sharply, turning himself away from the mirror.

He opened one of the drawers of his nightstand, pulling out a small old picture encased in a wooden frame. He rubs his thumbs across the photo which had a couple smiling brightly at the camera with their hands on the son's shoulder who smiled naively. Robin's eyes soften.

"Ugh a Robin? Like the bird? You know kids my age get beat up for nicknames like that"

John Grayson puts a hand over his shoulder as he teases, "How about we call you our flying squirrel? Better?"

Dick smirks "You know Dad? I'm not the only one who looks like a loser"

"A loser?!" His dad tries his best to look hurt only to give up the effort within seconds, succumbing to laughter "Ahhh I'll teach you!" He gives a bear hug to his wife and son who giggled.

Strolling down the hallway, as Robin made his way to the gym, he yet again looked through the transparent glass panel. The sky was grayish now and fully cloudy. It looked dull and almost lifeless, soul less mirroring his current being.

"Looks like the circus is in town!" A man with a burning cigarette at his fingertips said confidently, his face was shrouded in shadows due to poor lighting.

"What do you want, Zucco?" Mr. Haley narrowed his eyes.

"Oh I'd like to think I'm here to help you, Mr. Haley…" He took a few steps forward, his face now revealed. He had mostly grey hair, a crooked face with a smirk on his lips.

"...for a small fee." He said with a smug face as he gestured his hand to the side, revealing a guy with rugged appearance accompanied by a well built muscle physique and a shaved head; the man cracked his knuckles instantly.

"My brothers and I shall provide your circus with…protection. You don't pay us-" Two other men wearing suits walked up from behind Haley, making the old man stiffen up in alert.

"You deal with strong men. Protection money and no accidents happen" The man sneered maliciously.

"Well I'm not gonna pay you a single cent, Zucco. Get out" The old man scowled.

"You are making a big mistake, Haley" The man hissed in a low voice.

Dick looked at the scene, hiding behind the large red curtain of the circus, a feeling of apprehension and fear blossoming in his chest. These men…they didn't seem like good people.

"Oh? Looks like we might have a new guest here" The strange man named 'Zucco' pointed towards the little boy, slowly walking towards him.

Richard's eyes went wide as he froze in shock for a second. He quickly made haste and ran away to where his parents were.

Robin punches the punching bag with all his strength for the umpteenth time. He silently pants as he sees the damage he has done to the poor equipment which had bits of sand rolling down from the cracks on it's surface.

He stays silent as he slowly breathes in and out; regulating his breath to ease the maelstrom of emotions threatening to overcome him.

He stood there in complete silence for a few more minutes till he moved towards the bench where he took a sip out of his water bottle and wiped sweat off him with the towel he decided to keep around his neck, holding both of it's end by his hands.

He wasn't sure how much time has passed but the training session didn't really do him much favors. His gaze distant and downcast, a silent sigh escapes his lips.

It's truly been a whole year outside Gotham. Yet so many crazy adventures, finding great friends…building a team…bonding with them…them becoming his second family…the build of trust…encounter with Slade…being nearly killed by his hallucinogen- the list goes on and on.

Life breezed by yet just like every year he felt a pang of longing for his parents, their absence haunting his very soul.

Every step he took since the beginning of the day felt mechanical, a series of motions which he can do with his eyes closed. He couldn't escape the memories nor the dam of emotions which threatened to break at any moment. Everything seemed to remind him of them-

The automated door of the common room opened with a swish as Robin descended the three stepped stairs, greeted by the sight of a certain sorceress resting by the counter of the kitchen with what seemed like a cup of tea emitting slight steam along with a book and a familiar Cyborg who was very absorbed preparing something.

"Mornin' Rob" The man greeted with a smile.

"Morning" He greets back in a tone slightly subdued and energy-less as he trots into the kitchen area, taking out his favorite cup of choice and the coffee powder.

Raven raises her eyes off the book she was reading to look at the Titan's leader concernedly. She could feel negative emotions originate from his being…She could feel the waves of hurt and pain washing over his soul. Something she'd felt when she saw through his-

Her eyes widen as the gears in her head turn.

Could it be…?

Noticing the tone of his usually energetic friend, Cyborg asked softly, "Hey, everything all right man?"

"Yeah, everything's fine" Robin glanced back with a small smile as he poured his beverage in a cup.

Cyborg didn't look very convinced but chose not to say anything on the matter, he didn't fail to notice how slow or deliberate his steps are or how his shoulders are slightly slumped. He looks at Raven as if asking for an answer who matches his gaze with an concerned yet unreadable expression.

"Robin, if there's something-" The sorceress hovered over to him.

The Boy Wonder took a few steps back. "I'm fine, really- There's nothing to worry about"

Before the conversation could continue any further, the door opened up to reveal an enthusiastic Tamaranean flying towards her allies.

"A Glorious Morning to you all, my friends!" She greeted in her usual cheerful way.

"Hey there, Star" Cyborg smiled.

"Morning" Raven monotoned.

Meanwhile, Robin settled down on a kitchen bar stool on the other side of the counter as he took a sip out of his cup; two seats away from Raven which didn't escape her observation.

Starfire sat right beside Robin in one of the empty tools.

"Good Morning, Robin!" Starfire smiled.

"Morning to you too, Star" Robin replies back with a small smile as he removes his gaze from her, taking another sip of the beverage at hand, slowly getting lost in his thoughts.

Her eyebrows furrowed. She couldn't help but feel something was wrong with him. He's usual energetic aura seemed almost… muted. Normally he'd at least attempt for a small talk with her but today…he seemed quieter than ever.

"Is something troubling your heart today, friend? You seem-" Starfire asks gently.

He held a brief pause.

"No, It's nothing really- Just a little tired" He replied back with a soft smile.

"Are you sure…? You donot seem to be your usual …self this morning-" Starfire asks in concern.

The Boy Wonder's smile wavers ever so slightly as he shifts uncomfortably unable to fully maintain his facade.

"It's nothing to worry about, Star." Robin responded.

Starfire didn't look convinced at the least as she continued to look at him. Her gaze fell to her other two friends who shook their head; exchanging a knowing yet concerned glance with her.

The kitchen area fell in silence as the atmosphere became somber, a silent worry for their friend filling up the air.

Trying to lighten up the mood, Cyborg chimed in with a grin, "Yo Robin, bet your tiredness would go away by today's special!"

He pulls out three big plates with a huge stack of waffles on each plate which were lavishly covered in maple syrup with the toppings of whipped cream, blueberries and strawberries arranged in such a way to create a smiling face.

"Cyborg's Breakfast Explosion Special: WAFFLES!" Cyborg declared excitedly as he laid the three plates to each of his friends. Starfire's eyes lit up brightly almost instantly as Raven failed to hide the smile forming on her face. "You know you want it~" He gestures his hand over his mouth as if he were whispering while he wiggled his eyebrows.

Robin blinks at his friend's sudden enthusiasm. His lips curl up in a faint smile. "Waffles, huh?"

"Thanks Cy" He remarks in a soft voice with a slight touch of sadness yet managing a small, appreciative smile on his face.

"The waffles are delectable!" Starfire cheered.

"I have to admit these waffles aren't bad. I might even finish the plate….if I don't die off the sugar overdose first" Raven remarked dryly as she took one more bite off the food with the syrup dripping from her fork.

Cyborg snorted. "Whatever suits you, little lady"

He dragged his own plate of waffles out and dug in.

Looking at others and gaining enough courage, Robin picks up his fork and takes a small bite but as he eats he realizes he really isn't that hungry. He took another bite of the waffle but with each bite, it started to become increasingly difficult for him to eat.

Normally, he'd wholeheartedly enjoy his friend's delicious meal but today…the lump in his throat seems to grow and the food becomes almost tasteless as he chews it slowly.

And that's when the automated door slid open again revealing a certain green changeling.

"Well guess who decided to show up early!" Cyborg smirked.

"Hey! I'm not that late!" Beast Boy argues back.

"Never said you were" Cyborg grins as he takes another big bite.

"Touché" BB remarks as he sits right next to their leader who silently fiddled with his food using the fork.

"Yoo! You made waffles?!" Beast Boy exclaimed. "Aw man, where'd my part go?!"

"Maybe they turned into a waffle-shaped chameleon and escaped. Better keep an eye out for the foot prints" Raven deadpanned.

Cyborg bursts out in laughter as tears come to his eyes. "Oh man that was a good one" He remarks as he wipes away the said tear. Starfire could be heard giggling in the background.

A soft, small smile makes it's way into Robin's face as he watches the banter and laughter, appreciating the camaraderie of his friends. He wanted to laugh along with them yet he felt so…distant. The smile on his face comes to a halt as his lips curl into a straight line, his mind delving into deeper thoughts.

"As for your waffles, here you go 'B" Cyborg smiles as he slides the changeling's portion to him.

Beast Boy grins as he scoops his fork down. "Thanks big guy! You are the best you know that"

As he takes a big bite, Beast Boy notices Robin not eating, instead fiddling with the food using his fork.

"Dude you gotta try these out! They are like a party in your mouth!" BB commented, munching on his waffles as he took notice of his friend's quieter than usual demeanor as well.

Cracking a small smile, Robin stood up as he replied back "Maybe a bit later, Beast Boy."

"I have a few paperworks left in my office that I need to take care of. Enjoy them for me, though"

Before anyone else could say anything, Beast Boy asked out worriedly "B- But you haven't even eaten properly! You've barely touched those waffles, man!"

The Titan's leader, already by the exit; eyes downcast in the mist of sorrow as the door swished open, paused for a moment but then he replied softly "I'm really not that hungry…if you need me though, you know where to look"

As he leaves, the others share a look of concern amongst themselves, the worry for their leader ever increasing.

"He's really not himself today…" Cyborg sighed.

"I feel worried about his well being…" Starfire's eyes soften as she continued to look at the now empty seat. "Is there truly nothing we can do to help him from whatever might be troubling him?"

Beast Boy looked at his friend's faces as he puts his fork down, feeling upset. His eyes suddenly widen as he looks at Raven.

"The Bond! Rae, you and Robin, you've got that whole mind-link thing right? You should know what's wrong with him! Please tell us" He pleads earnestly.

Starfire's eyes widen at the same realization. "Yes friend Raven! Please tell us what is wrong with him…for you have the ability to shed some light in the situation! If I recall correctly, you did once mention that you vaguely saw through his memories when the bond was established-" She asks in concern, a slight tone of desperation leaking into her tone

"Raven, they're right. If something is hurting him…we should support him in whatever we can…He is a family to us." Cyborg added in, his tone carrying a sense of anxiety.

Raven looks at all of them as she thinks about the situation deeply herself. "Even if I do…Robin deserves his own privacy, I can't just invade his thoughts without his consent. That's a breach of privacy even if it's for a good reason. Robin values his privacy and I respect that"

The other exchange looks at each other.

"I understand where you are coming from Rae but…think about it. If he's hurting badly inside and won't open up what's wrong then isn't knowing what's wrong the first step to help him?" Cyborg silently asks.

Raven opens her mouth to say anything but Starfire speaks up as she clasps her own hands "Raven please…if there is something we can do to ease his pain, we must at least try"

"Raven, there's gotta be something you know that we don't…" Beast Boy says hesitantly as his ears droop down in sadness.

The sorceress pauses as she regards their words. Her mind torn between her concerns for Robin and his wish for respecting privacy.

From the shared experience they had which led to her unintentionally seeing glimpses of his whole life's memories, she did know the day carries significant emotional weight for him although the actual reason was a mystery, even to her. She did have her own theory; something she pieced together as she analyzed the fragments of memories she did end up remembering.

"I…" Raven hesitated as she looked down and clenched her fists.

"I get your point but… I won't do anything invasive of his privacy for it is not my place to share. If he wants to talk then he would." She says with determination.

The others lower their heads and gazes down in sadness as their eyes soften.

"But I do have a sense of what he might be going through today and my own theory" Raven added in hesitantly.

This made the others turn their heads and full attention towards her.

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Finishing his paperwork much sooner than he, himself, anticipated; Robin sat at the edge of the rooftop of the Titans Tower, his legs dangling off at the side as he gazes at the city skyline. A cool breeze rustles his hair as he continues to watch the metropolis, lost in thought.

He doesn't notice the rain beginning to fall.

The soft raindrops pattered gently against the rooftop, creating a soothing rhythm. The city lights shimmered through the mist causing a soft, ethereal glow over everything.

The rain provided a comforting backdrop to Robin's thoughts as if the heavens themselves were offering him a respite.

He closed his eyes, letting the cool rain drops touch his face. In this quiet moment, he allowed himself to remember his parents…their laughter, their smiles, their time together, their unwavering support…the day of their-

Robin flinches as his downcasted eyes glistened. He still remembers the scene of his parent's death vividly. Shivers still run down his spine even today. It torments him to this day. The gasps of the audience, the horrified screams, the sickening thud which followed as the trapeze wire snapped. It was so vivid that it was as if he were reliving it all over again. The helplessness he felt…the overwhelming grief he felt….it was all there…etched into his mind.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles going white as he fought to suppress the pain that threatened to consume him.

The rooftop which provided a quiet sanctuary and solace to him, had become a battleground of emotions and memories…he couldn't escape it no matter how hard he tried…It was a part of him, something which made him into what he is today.

Tears welled up into his eyes, threatening to pour out of his mask. He couldn't break down now.

He took a deep, shuddering breath as he forced himself to look at the skyline once more, determined to push the memories back into the depths of his mind.

He can't let them see him like this…

He trusts them with his life, he loves them like his own family and yet… his heart becomes heavy in guilt and sorrow. He can't tell them. He is their leader…he can't let them see his vulnerability to his team-mates…it wasn't…ethical…

He is supposed to be the pillar of strength to his friends, the one who holds them together through their darkest hours; a leader had to be strong, unyielding, unbreakable, a one who would shield them from harm both emotional and physical……To reveal his vulnerability felt like a betrayal of that duty.

If they saw him falter…it would shake their confidence…sowing the seeds of doubt, disrupting the unity of the team.

What good of a leader would he be if he can't even do his job right?

More tears threatened to spill as he grips the edge. He couldn't afford to break down now. He needs to be the leader they needed him to be even if it means burying his own pain deep inside.

He took in another steadying breath, determined to regain his composure with a resolve as he pushed back his memories back to the recesses of his mind. He was the leader, he cannot afford to be weak.

Slowly, he stood up from the perch of the roof's edge. As he was about to head back inside, he heard the faint sound of the rooftop's door creaking open. He turned to see his fellow Titans standing at it's opening, their faces etched with concern and worry.

Unbeknownst to him, his teammates had grown increasingly concerned and worried when they couldn't find him anywhere in the tower. His subdued demeanor from earlier, Raven's revelation and later her feeling immensely intense emotions originating from him didn't help at all.

Without a word, they rushed towards him, their footsteps splashing through the rain-soaked roof-top.

Before he could even react, they enveloped into a group hug. Raven reaching him first, her empathetic gaze meeting his troubled one. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight yet comforting hug. Cyborg, Starfire and Beast Boy joining in the endeavor as they formed a protective circle around him.

The embrace was warm and comfortable. There were no words, just the soothing embrace of his friends and the pattering of rain around them. Rain poured upon them, drenching them to the bone but no one seemed to care.

Robin felt his defenses crumble in the face of their unwavering support and love.

In that moment, he let himself be vulnerable as he buried his face in Raven's shoulder, tears mixing with the raindrops as he finally allowed himself to grieve.

In that moment, still embraced by his friends, he felt a mixture of relief and gratitude wash over him. He had tried to hide his pain but his team had seen through that facade.

In that moment, he realised he didn't have to be an unyielding pillar of strength all the time, his friends were there for him, ready to provide him the unyielding support and love he needed.

The rain washed away his pain, cleansing his wounded soul.

As it continued to fall, the titans held their friend close, offering him comfort and understanding that he was never alone, he always had them.

It was a silent acknowledgement that they were a team bound not only by their powers and missions but also by the deep roots of friendship, love and compassion that united them. In their unity, they found strength and in Robin's vulnerability, they found a deeper connection that would carry them through even at the darkest of days.

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joy-of-life88 · 1 year

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Inked Temptation [a Damian Priest story] 28 I found something

Damian POV

I quietly opened the door and entered our house. It was already pretty late. Therefore, I tried not to make any unnecessary noise. The last thing I wanted to do was to wake Ellie or even the baby.

By now our little man was almost four weeks old and a little sunshine. Although my wife kept insisting that Hudson took after me, I disagreed. I saw so much of her in our son. The shape of his lips or his dimples, for example. Or his sweet smile.

I put my bag aside and tiptoed through the bedroom to the adjoining bathroom. It was dark, but I could still see Ellie lying in bed, sound asleep. Her hand was reaching out to touch Hudson lightly as he slumbered in his bassinet.

With a smile on my face, I quickly showered and brushed my teeth before I went to snuggle up to my Ellie-Bell in bed. But on my first steps out of the bathroom, I stubbed my big toe.

With difficulty, I suppressed a curse while half standing, half hopping on one leg.

"D? Are you okay?" asked Ellie quietly after turning on the bedside lamp.

"I'm great. Just my big toe isn't." I said quietly, a little breathless as I finally joined her in bed.

"My poor baby... Are you going to survive?" she asked worriedly, but I knew she had to stifle a laugh at the same time.

"Probably. Hey, my gorgeous wife. How are you and Hudson doing? Everything okay?" I asked as I pulled her into my arms.

Ellie rested her head against my chest and sighed contentedly. I felt her relax.

"We're perfectly fine. We've missed you, though. It's good to have you home. It will make Hudson very happy." she replied softly and then pressed a kiss to my pec, just above my heart.

"I've missed you guys just as much. I wish I could pack you in my pocket and take you with me." I sighed as I stroked her back.

"We can come with you when Hudson is a little older. I promise." said Ellie then.

"Wait a minute!" she then suddenly said, raising her head.

She looked at the nightstand.

"Oh it's just past midnight! Happy Birthday, my love!" she continued before pulling me into her arms to give me a loving birthday kiss.

"Thank you, baby girl. I love you, you know?" I replied while looking into her eyes.

The eyes that had captivated me from the first moment.

Ellie just opened her mouth to say something when the baby started to fuss. Hudson whimpered a little. His mom reached over and carefully lifted him out of his bassinet. Then she placed him in my arms.

"Looks like Wombat wants to wish you a happy birthday too, D." she said softly.

"Well thank you, son. I love you too, champ." I said to him before giving him a little kiss on the forehead.

"And we love you." whispered Ellie and then laid her head against my shoulder.

As we sat there like that, as a family, I realized once again how lucky I was. I had the love of my life by my side and our son in my arms.

I never thought that this simple favor, a spontaneous idea, would be the best thing that could happen to me. I found something that changed me quickly and yet permanently. And I would not have it any other way.

~END~

#damian priest #wwe #Wattpad #My writing #inked temptation

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geocait0815 · 2 years

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The Heist - Part 12

This is a fanfiction game which starts here.

You can find the previous chapters here: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

Or you can refer to the dedicated hashtag #duskwood the heist

As we move towards the living room, the source of the commotion becomes obvious: The chair we had tied Tim to is toppled over and broken. Pieces of duct tape litter the floor towards the back entrance like breadcrumbs.

“Fuck...” I say while Jake turns around to face me. “We have to get out of here, immediately!”

I nod. “Can you grab a few provisions while I pack a change of clothes?“ Judging from the look on his face, Jake is about to argue that there is time to pack anything. “It'll be just a minute. There is durable food and bottled water in the pantry. And some camping gear that might be useful. Have a look.” I gesture towards a door in the corner of my kitchen.

Then I rush into my bedroom. Years of last minute business trips have prepared me for this moment. Within a few minutes I have everything I need in a duffle including a bag with all bathroom necesities, that I always have ready to go. Before I leave the room I stuff my laptop and tablet, both currently turned off, into the duffle, as well as a few items from my nightstand and the trusty first-aid kit.

Getting back to the living room I notice that Jake is still rummaging through the panrty, stuffing things into one of my old backpacks. I use the time to take out my phone and shoot a text to my work bestie Debbie. No words, just three emojis: Two trees and a bomb. Questionmark. The response follows just seconds later. Thumbs up.

Debbies husband, now ex, had the bad habit of being overly curious about her private conversations and a bad temper over their contents. So we developed our own little code over the years. I had just asked her to borrow her vacation home, a remote cottage about an hour away in the woods.

Jake comes over, carrying the backpack. “What is going on?” While grabbing my keys and locking the back door again, I say: “I know where we can go. Not quite as good as our remote island but at least it also has wifi.”

We leave the house through the front door. Jake walks out first, carefully observing the surroundings. I point towards my car and we swiftly cross the lawn towards it. We get in, me behind the wheel and Jake on the passengers seat.

A few minutes of silent driving go by. We are both tense and constantly check the traffic behind us if there is anyone following us. But as we reach the highway, we both relax a little.

We should probably talk about our situation and make a plan. But we are also both exhausted and I need to concentrate on my driving. I can sense that Jake tries hard to not doze off. I move my hand from the gear shift to his knee, which makes him flinch. But he immediately settles back into his seat. “Hey, try to close your eyes for a while. I've got this. We'll arrive in about an hour.”

“I'd prefer to know where we're going”, he responds. Rolling my eyes, I say: “I'll draw you a map.”

Despite his efforts, he is out within five minutes.

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The last few hundreds of meters to the house take us over a forest path. It is a rough ride and rattles Jake awake. “Good morning, sunshine”, I chirp. “Sorry about that.” I park the car around the small wooden house so it won't be immediately visible if someone happens to pass by.

We get out of the car and Jake grabs our bags. “So, where are we?”, he asks. “This is my friends week-end getaway, “ I explain. “The next town is about 20 minutes that way” I gesture towards what I think is East. “There is not much to show here. We came via the only access road. Around the back of the house there is a path that leads to the lake. There are a few boats. No motors.” I lead the way towards the door. “There is no key but a number pad.” I show him the code and we enter. The cottage is clearly not bigger on the inside. There is just one room. The main space is occupied by a cozy living room with fireplace and an open kitchen. The only other door leads to a tiny but fully equipped bathroom. A ladder leads to a platform with a bed just under the roof.

I kick off my shoes and collapse onto the couch. Jake immediately joins me. “We need to talk strategy,” he states. I nod and shift my weight to lean against his shoulder.

A thought crosses my mind: “How did they get to us this quick? Do you think they have an informant in the FBI?” I look up and meet his gaze. There is an expression in his eyes I can't quite read. “Good thought”, he sighs. “This is definitively a possibility that also crossed my mind.”

“I find the entire behaviour of these ... 'Agents' ” - I put the last word in air quotes - “really strange. First they recruit us to do their dirty work. Then, no follow up, no detailed information. And don't get me started on what happened to your eye last night...” He looks away. Okay, still no elaboration, I think.

After a moment of silence, Jake speaks up again. “Let's discuss what we know so far.” I nod, and smile. This feels familiar. “Yep. I'll make us some coffee in the meantime.” While I get up and grab some capsules that fit into the fancy coffee maker, Jake starts to summarize: “We are tasked to retrieve evidence from the private residence of Master.”

“One question”; I interrupt. “What's up with this Master business?” “Oh, well. This is an old habit, I think”, Jake responds. He seems a bit flustered. “Master is Marks screen name.” “I see. Go on.”

“The nature or exact location of said evidence is unknown to us so far.” “I guess we will know it when we see it.” I place two cups of coffee on the table in fron of the couch and reclaim my spot beside Jake.

“I remember Agent Michaels saying that we need to infiltrate the 'residence'.” More airquotes. “This sounded to me like we are not looking for any digital files. What do you think, Jake?” “Maybe the data is on an air-gapped system, which would mean...” “...that we likely won't be able to get to it by hacking it from the outside”, I finish his sentence. This time I can read the expression in his eyes like an open book: Surprise mixed with pride. I flash him a grin and a wink over my coffee mug.

“So. What now?”, I ask.

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@renneiscent you're up!

Also, I noticed that we are having a wild mix of writing in present and past tense. I took the liberty of returning to writing in the present :D

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klarex · 2 years

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If you ever ask me: "why do you write so many fics with cuddles and hugs in them?" Here's your answer: I need them and I need someone like ⬇️. And since writing is one of the things that can help me with my suffering, I write them and I do what feels right for me.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: hot neck kisses💋, really cuddly reader, a bit of flustred Obi-wan.

Summary: Obi-wan is always busy working.

Paring: Obi-wan x reader

Holding on to you

Not my gif

Pov. (Y/n)

I walked to an empty Jedi Council room only to see my boyfriend, sitting in his chair, filling some documents on his datapad.

- Babe.....

I whinned and jumped on him. He looked up from his datapad, putting it away and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

- What is it, darling?

He asked, giving me a little kiss on my cheek. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck, nuzzling my nose to his cheek. I hummed quietly, feeling his warm body close to mine.

- You are so warm...

I breathed out and brought myself closer to him, putting my head in the crook of his neck. I breathed in his warm and comforting cologne. He chuckled, putting his one hand on the back of my head.

- I see, you are really cuddly today.

He said and kissed the top of my head. I nodded, smiling and he sighed.

- Do you mind if we go back to my headquarters and I will finish my work there?

He asked and I tilted my head up to look at him, deeply in his eyes.

- As long as you give me cuddles and kisses.

I said, smiling widely and he smiled back. I slowly got off of him and took his datapad. I looked at the document he was eariler filling and saw a text from Chancellor Palpatine and groaned.

- What does this old man want from you again?

I looked at him, handing him his datapad back. He took it and grabbed my hand in his.

- Dear.. he needed some information from earlier mission.. and he is not an old man..

He said and we walked out of the Council room. I snorted and we continued our walk back to his headquarters.

••

His door opened and we went straight to the living room. I quickly ran to his room for my favourite blanket. I heard him chuckle behind me.

When I ran inside his room I immediately looked in the box where his extra blankets and pillows were in. I looked through the whole box, but couldn't find it. I stood up and looked around his room. There was a big wardrobe next to me, two nightstands next to the big bed that was standing in the middle of the room. But there was something on his bed that caught my attention. I saw my big, (favorite color) blanket, wrapped in a roll. I smiled widely and grabbed it quickly.

When I ran to the living room, I saw Obi-wan sitting on the sofa with datapad already in his hands, eyes still on the screen as I walked in. I lay down my head on his lap and looked into his eyes. I pull my blanket over us to keep us warm in his a bit colder than corridor, headquarters. I cupped his cheeks and made him look at me. Our eyes met and his mouth changed into a big smile. I gently placed my lips to his and heard him hum. He put his hand behind my head. His lips capturing mine in deep movements.

After a minute or so we finally pulled away for a breath. I giggled and put my head back on his lap. He rolled his eyes and went back to work.

He was writing and reading a lot of massages that I don't even think were only from Chancellor Palpatine. I was cuddling close to him while he was working. He sometimes gave me little kisses on the top of my head and sqeezes my hand when his hand wasn't busy typing. But after half an hour I had enough.

- Babe...

I whispered, poking his cheek. He sighed.

- What?

He asked with a little annoyance in his voice.

- Can you leave it for tomorrow? I really wanted to spend time with you differently..

I asked, sitting on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. He looked into my eyes.

- I know, dear. But you know I can't..

He said and looked back on his datapad. I sighed and then an idea popped inside my head.

I placed my head on his shoulder and kissed his neck. He stiffened and I continued, adding my hands to roam his back. He let out a shaky breath.

- (Y- Y/n)..

He suttered and I hummed in response, stopping my actions.

- I- I can't focus..

He said and turned his head to look at me.

- Good..

I answered and I lightly bit his neck. He jumped a little and placed his datapad next to him.

- Okey, okey.. Now stop that. We are going to bed.

He said, standing up. I stood up behind him and walked into his room.

I throw myself on his bed and climbed under the covers. I didn't care about my robes, they were comfortable enough to sleep in. The mattress lowered and I saw Obi-wan laying down next to me. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

- I looooooove you...

I said, nuzzling my nose with his, his beard lightly ticking my cheek. I chucked and he wrapped his arms around my hips.

- I love you too, my dear.

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sargentpotato-probably · 2 years

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Sunny couldn't believe himself. He wasn't proud of what he was doing, but he felt he had to.

He clung to the sliding and finally reached the window.

He climbed in and helped Aubrey up.

"Grab whatever you need and then we never have to come back here." Sunny said, quietly.

"That's the plan, yeah." Aubrey said sifting through a pile of clothes.

She grabbed a handful of items and threw them in the bin.

They started to hear sirens approaching.

"You don't think that's because of us, right Aubrey?" Sunny thought aloud.

"I don't want to find out." She said, throwing the bin out the window.

They climbed out the window and hung preparing to drop.

Sunny's heart dropped. His heart started racing.

He looked to the left and saw somebody staring at them while talking into the phone.

"Shit! I think those cops were called for us!" Sunny panicked.

"Damnit!" Aubrey replied.

They dropped to the ground, grabbed the bin and hopped the back fence.

They ran through a bunch of trees and landed in front of Kel's house.

"Oh, our house is just right there!" Aubrey exclaimed.

They went inside of Sunny's house and locked the door.

"Let's hope they don't come to check us here." Sunny said.

"Quickly, just in case they come over, change your clothes that way it'll be harder to identify us." Aubrey instructed.

They walked upstairs to change.

"Oh, uh. I'll change in the bathroom, you change in there." Aubrey said.

"Got it." He replied.

Aubrey changed in the bathroom and Sunny in his room.

While changing Sunny felt the adrenaline that was coursing through him die down. He caught his breath and calmed down a little bit.

"I refuse to ever do that again Aubrey." He said, stepping out of his room.

"I don't plan to do it again anyway." She said.

"Well, what now?" Sunny asked.

"It's like almost midnight. I don't wanna sleep in tomorrow anyway, so I'm going to bed." She said.

"Best idea I've heard today." Sunny replied.

They both crawled into their beds and closed their eyes.

*click* *click* *clack*

"I have always hated this door…" Mari struggled unlocking the door.

She unlocked and opened the door quietly so as not to disturb the sleeping Aubrey.

She checked the couch and there was no Aubrey to be seen.

"Huh? Where is she?" Mari thought to herself.

She crept up the stairs and into Sunny and her old shared room.

"Awww, found her." Mari thought to herself seeing the two sleeping next to each other one their own respective beds.

She grabbed a wallet off the nightstand and put it in her pocket.

"I have to tell Hero this!" She thought to herself while giddy.

She looked at the two with a smile on her face for a little longer, then she crept out of the house.

Hero heard the door swing open.

He looked behind him and saw Mari with the biggest grin ever.

"What's got you smiling like that? I can't even put that big of a smile on your face." He remarked, jokingly.

"I have a feeling you're going to owe me $100 soon!" She said as her normal smirk returned.

"What." he said blankly.

"Remember the bet we made?" She asked.

"Uhhh, which one?" He said, failing to remember.

"THE bet." She said.

"Ohhhhh, that one… uh, what did we bet on again?" He asked defeated.

"Remember like 3 years ago? When I bet $100 on Sunny and Aubrey getting together?" She reminded him.

"OHHHH, that one." He said.

"Wait, how are you about to get $100 out of me though, what did they do?" He asked.

"Aubrey was supposed to sleep on the couch, when I went to grab my wallet I saw her sleeping on my old bed next to Sunny." She said getting giddy again.

"We'll see, this could mean absolutely nothing. If they were sleeping in the same bed on the other hand, I would hand you the money right here and now." He mentioned.

"Ok, deal!" She replied.

Sunny woke up to a weird feeling. Almost like an earthquake.

He opened his eyes and saw Aubrey above him shaking him vigorously.

"JESUS, IM UP, IM UP!" He shouted.

"Someone was in this room last night!" Aubrey yelled.

"Huh?" He asked, confused.

"There was a wallet on this table here, and now it's gone! also the door was opened last night, now it's closed!" She shrieked.

"What? That could mean anything, check the ground for the wallet… wait whose wallet was it?" He asked.

"It wasn't mine, and it wasn't yours either." She said.

Sunny thought for a minute. Then it hit him.

"Oh, Mari probably left her wallet in here. Probably came in and got it last night while we were sleeping." He gathered.

"Oh… ok." Aubrey said, calming down.

They sat in silence looking at each other and both of their ears started to burn.

Aubrey broke the silence.

"Oh, speaking of which, do you wanna eat breakfast and then head over to their house?" Aubrey asked.

"Yeah sure sounds like a plan… also, uh… you're sitting on my legs." He said.

"Oh, uh sorry…" she said nervously.

They got up and went to the kitchen downstairs.

"So how do you feel, Sunny?" Aubrey asked.

"I feel a lot better now, I still ache and hurt though." He answered.

"So, what do you want for breakfast?" He asked, looking through the pantries.

"Would pancakes be fine?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure… I could go for some pancakes." He replied.

He grabbed everything needed and started to get to work.

"So, how are you feeling about your new living situation?" Sunny asked, while pouring the batter.

"I'm happy, happier than I've ever been. I live with people who care about me, and when I wake up I don't get hit or yelled at so my mom can get a drink." She remembered all the bad memories.

"I'm glad you're making the most of it." He said smiling.

He glanced at her and saw her face.

She was tearing up, but she still was wearing the purest of smiles.

He walked over to her and hugged her.

"I-I just hope i'm not too much of a b-burden. She said, trying to hold back tears.

He hugged her tightly, she hugged back.

"You could never be a burden… you're out friend." Sunny said softly

Neither of them wanted to let go, but If they didn't they would be scraping burnt blobs into the trash can.

He let go of her and she wiped her face

He walked back to the stove and continued to cook.

"Here you go." He handed pancakes to her.

She stared at the fluffiest pancakes she had ever seen. It even put Hero's to shame.

"Wow, these are amazing Sunny!" She said lost in the pancakey goodness.

"Thanks! Mari taught me." He replied.

"Speaking of Mari, we need to head over there after this." She reminded him.

"Yup, you got it." He answered.

Aubrey eats the pancakes like her life depends on it.

After cleaning her plate they make their way out the door

They walk up to Kel's house and knock

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Kel runs over to the door and opens it

"Oh hey there! You guys are just in time!" Kel said.

They walk into the house.

"Just in time for what?" Sunny asked Kel.

"Me and Hero are about to check our height" he replied excitedly.

They walk into the living room and see Hero holding a measuring tape.

They are about to get ready when they hear a knock on the door.

"I'll get it." Sunny says.

He walked to the door and opened it.

"Basil?" He says.

"Oh! There you are Sunny! You weren't at your house." Basil said.

Basil looks at Sunny.

"Woah, you look like a wreck." He mentioned.

"The past 2 days have been a bit rough…" Sunny remarked.

"Anyway, sorry for not being able to invite you over yesterday." He apologized.

"O-oh it's fine." Basil stuttered.

They invited him inside and informed him of what was happening.

"Ok fellas. Moment of truth." Mari said with the usual smirk.

She grabbed the tape measure and she stretched it against them.

"Ok, Hero… you're 6'2." Mari said.

"And Kel…you're…6…3." Mari said grinning.

"YES, FINALLY… AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!!!" Kel screeched.

Hero smirked and grabbed Kel and put him in a headlock.

"Congratulations Kel, you are officially the tallest person in this house." Hero knighted Kel as the tallest member of the family.

Everybody congratulated Kel on his new role.

"As a reward for finally dethroning me, how does Gino's sound everybody?" Hero announced.

"YEAH!" Everybody yelled in unison.

Everybody left the house and spilled into Hero's car.

"There were almost enough seats for everybody." Hero said.

"Here's an idea, what if I ran to Gino's, and try to keep up with the car?"

"You're sure you want to do this?" Hero asked him.

"You bet!" He replied.

"Ok… get ready then!" Hero said!

He pressed the gas and Kel did too.

He kept a pretty good pace with the car for a little while, but that didn't last long.

"Poor Kel, he almost kept up with us." Basil said.

Hero had a look of fear in his face.

"I hope I never have to run from him…" He said aloud.

They parked in the plaza parking lot.

They waited to see Kel running from the horizon, and sure enough, there he was.

He sprinted over there only a minute or two behind them.

Kel ran over and slid right to them.

It looked as if Kel didn't break a sweat.

"Pizza time!" Kel exclaimed.

They walked in and placed their orders.

For the time remaining they stepped outside to Hero's car and had a chat. They left off where they were yesterday telling college stories.

"She forgot to turn the burner off and he melted the spoon in the pot… we had to throw the whole thing away because of it." Hero finished.

"I suppose this is only fine because of yesterday." Mari said with an upset expression.

Hero chuckled.

"I'll be right back, I need some groceries from the store." Mari said, walking towards Othermart.

As soon as Mari was out of sight, Sunny asked Hero a question.

"So, Hero… March 11th." Sunny said conspicuously.

Hero let out a laugh.

"Heh, ok so…" Hero began.

"We have this college buddy with a bunch of animals right, so he needed our help moving some stuff to his dorm. He had this pet snake that Mari didn't know about. He and I hatched a plan." Hero said mischievously.

Everybody looked dead at Hero.

"We went to help move stuff in, he went and grabbed the snake and put it on the couch, Mari went to sit on it and he and I fake screamed and pointed at it. She jumped up and screamed. We had to grab the snake so she didn't beat it." Hero burst into tears laughing, but nobody else did.

He felt something grab his ears.

"ahhHHH!" Hero yelped.

"I didn't have a lot to grab his time." Mari said with a smile.

"You're lucky we're staying at your house, or else you would be in for a bad night." She said, smiling harder.

Sunny looked at them almost disgusted.

They went inside after that to grab their pizza.

"Nice to see you fellas again." The manager said.

They grabbed and put the pizza in the trunk.

"Hey Kel, because I've been training for better stamina, how about you and I run to the house?" Hero asked.

"A little brotherly competition never hurt anyone." Kel said with a grin.

"I'll drive then." Mari said.

Hero threw the keys over the car and Mari caught them.

Everybody got in the car to watch them.

"I'm gonna feed you my dust." Kel insulted Hero.

"We'll see about that." Hero replied.

Mari rolled the window down.

"3"

"2"

"1"

"Go!!!"

Kel started to sprint, Hero ran almost just as fast.

The car followed them slowly.

Kel kept ahead with Hero just behind him.

Kel stumbled a little but regained his balance after a second, but it wasn't quick enough to keep Hero behind him.

They were now side by side. It was anybody's game. They both had good stamina and good speed.

People stared at them like they were crazy.

They had just made the turn into their street when they saw a police patrol car in front of Sunny's house.

"You two continue with your race, we're gonna check out what's happening." Mari said through the window.

She pulled up in front of their house.

They all got out of the car and watched Hero just barely get ahead of Kel and win.

Mari and Sunny walked over towards the officer knocking at the door.

"Hello, we're the residents of this property, is there a problem sir?" Mari said to the officer.

"Oh, hello there Mari." The officer said.

"I've been sent to look for witnesses from a break in from a residence on the street right there from last night." He informed her.

"Did you see or hear anything?" He asked.

"No sir, I was at my boyfriend's parents house next door last night." She answered.

"Whose house had a break in if I may ask?" Mari asked.

"The William residence, the one with the dead beat mother." He said.

"In fact, we don't know where her daughter is, but the mother just signed documents stating she doesn't want custody…" He stated with a frown.

"What! Aubrey isn't legally binded to her anymore?" She asked.

"Nope, she doesn't have any place to go now." He said.

"Well that's wrong, she has us!" Mari said with a smile.

"I mean if you find her and she wants to live with you she can." He said.

The officer walked to his patrol car and drove off.

Mari looked at Sunny.

"D-did you by any chance… happen to be related to the break in?" Mari asked Sunny.

Sunny walked towards Kel and Hero's house.

"Woooow…" Mari thought to herself.

They both joined the rest of the group.

When they walked in Basil was preparing his camera for pictures.

"Everybody! Get together for a picture! Basil said.

Everybody looked towards basil and stopped what they were doing.

"Wait! I'll take it, you get in there with your friends Basil." Kel's dad said.

"Oh, ok thanks!" Basil replied.

They heard the same little click they heard at least a thousand times already.

Basil rushed over to it

"This one looks great!" Basil said excitedly.

Everyone took a look at it.

Sunny took a look at it and was suddenly rushed with nostalgia.

He grinned harder than ever. He knew that he was in good company.

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26 - Honeymoon as a Bryan

Everything Changed At 21

Part 27

Tag list @abaker74 @bvbwestfall

Chloe hugs me as best as she can with her growing pregnant belly as we were about to get on the airplane. According to the doctors she was seven months pregnant so in two months they would have their little baby. "Have fun you know but not too much fun." I blushed punching her in the arm smiling. "I promise we will be there for when the baby comes. You're my best friend after all." We hugged one last time before heading onto the plane. Luke hadn't told me where we are going he just said it was a suprise. He gave me the window seat and I slept with my head in his lap for most of the flight. It's crazy to think that we're only not on tour for a week. Granted we've been on break for a few weeks to plan the wedding. So after this week we're on tour again plus I have my book signing all at the same time. Thankfully Luke's manager and my publisher are working together so we didn't have to be apart too much. "Baby, we're landing now." Luke gently shakes me awake so I rubbed the sleep from eyes looking out the window to see the Eiffel Tower so small on the ground below this high up.

"Paris, you choose Paris. I can't believe this!" Flinging my arms around his neck I kissed him quickly. He wrapped his arms around my waist kissing me back until we had to get off the airplane. Sitting our stuff down in the room I run over kissing him quickly where he responded back immediately wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me closer. "Let's finish that song then we do..." He smirked at my words grabbing his guitar that he brought on the plane since in case we came up with another new song. "Find me a place in the sand. Clean these old shades off. Damn, y'all don't understand. All she wants to do is dance." He strummed the guitar strings sitting beside me on the bed. "She get me high. She get me low. She got the key to this old bronco. In her bare feet, or in her high heels. No matter how she moving. It's all the same thrill. On top of my Yeti. On an old boat dock. Standing in the river on an old flint rock. Clouds roll by. She get me high." Clapping my hands together we sang together grinning ear to ear that we were actually getting to thr finish the song we started writing a week ago.

"Don't nobody block my view. Hell you can find a spot and watch too. Watch how she makes this beach. Light up like the sky on New Year's Eve. Love it when she's locked on me." Luke sang slowly laying the guitar on the floor rolling over and tackling me backwards onto the bed in a fit of laughter. Wrapping my arms around his neck I smiled kissing him slowly. He kisses back running one hand through my hair then resting his forehead against mine. There have been moments where I pray I wasn't just dreaming that we were together and I would wake up shortly after. But that hasn't happened so I forever grateful for that. "Y/n, I love you so much. If you want me to stop at anytime tell me and I will." He whispered searching for hesitation. I was terrified he wouldn't like that I hadn't slept with anyone but he was okay with it. "I love you too Luke. I want you." He leans down kissing me deeply so I wrapped my arms around his neck kissing him deeply.

The few days we're the best of my life until we got a phone call on Friday morning from Carter. Blinking my eyes opened I rolled over seeing my husband asleep with his hair a tousled mess. He peaked one eye open tugging me forward and kissing me slowly. "Morning Mrs. Bryan." Kissing him back I ran a hand up his bare chest that ending up in his hair during the kiss. "Same to you Mr. Bryan. So what is our plan for today?" He smirked hovering above me making me smile bringing him in for another kiss. "Today we aren't going to do anything but this. Because when we get back the boys are coming on tour with us for two weeks." He broke the kiss leaving kisses down my neck until the phone started ringing on the nightstand. Running a hand through my hair I picked up the phone seeing Chloe's picture coming up. Luke flopped on his back groaning at her call so I put it on speaker before snuggling into his chest. "Hey Chlo what's up?" But the person who replied wasn't my best friend. "Hey guys I'm sorry to interpret your honeymoon and I get if you don't come here immediately but-" Sitting up a little I could hear the concern in Carter's voice clearly. "Carter what's going on. Where's Chloe?" He blurted out finally through the phone. "Something's wrong with the baby. It's trying to come out too early. We're at the hospital right now. Oh crap I've gotta go."

Luke and I shared the same terrified look making me jump out of the bed throwing clothes and into the suitcases without a thought. Luke threw on a shirt and shorts grabbing his phone and calling his manager since she was the one who had control of our figures home to Nashville. "Lisen I know it's short notice but can you get us a private plane out of Paris and back home today. My wife's friend is in labor and we're supposed to be the godparents." He frantically told her through the phone finally getting an answer that we had to be at the airport in an hour. Luke grabs my hand once we're on the flight seeing I keep tapping my foot on floor completely nervous for her. "Hey baby it's going to okay. From what I know about Chloe she's strong." Laying my head on his chest I sighed squeezing his hand. "Yeah...I'm just sorry we have to cut our trip short..." He tilts my chin up to his smiling down at me softly pushing hair behind my ear for me. "Don't apologize for that. Chloe is a close friend to me now. Wherever you go I'll follow. We're in this together..." He smirked leaning forward kissing me suddenly. "Plus we're the only people on this plane so if we wanted too..I don't think they'd mind." Burying my face in his chest he chuckled making me blush lightly at the idea. He wrapped his arms around my waist laying my head back down on his chest. "You're the best husband ever Lukey." I mumbled into his chest hoping my friend was alright.

What's happening to the baby and Chloe????

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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I’m usually a Feitan girlie, but here’s a little Shalnark one shot that I wrote recently! It’s posted on ao3 and wattpad along with my ongoing Feitan fic (all under the same username).

Please give me some requests bc I love writing little scenarios like these!

Anyway:

Our original plan had failed.

As soon as we got to the special event island, we were stopped by one of the game’s creators and beamed to one of the main cities. Shalnark decided that it would be best for us to find somewhere to rest tonight and regroup in the morning.

“Come on,” he said to us. “There’s a place up the road where we can rent lodging for the night.”

"So, now what?" I asked while we walked. "Can we still go through with the rest of the mission? We don't have the boat anymore."

He rubbed his chin as he thought. "I guess for now we'll just play the game until we can find another way off of the island."

"What he means," Phinks clarified, "Is that we'll steal whatever cards we need in order to get the treasure. That's what Fei and I did before."

"Right," Shal agreed as he pushed through the front door of one of the city's brick buildings.

"Hello! What can I do for you folks?"

"We'd like to rent six rooms, please," Shalnark answered.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I've only got three left."

"Should we go somewhere else?" Franklin asked Shal.

"No, no, we can just pair off—you and Kortopi, Phinks and Feitan, and me and y/n.” He gave me a warm smile as he said my name.

I appreciated Shalnark’s offer to room with me, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised by it. I didn’t think we were necessarily the closest. Then again, who was I really close with out of these guys—Phinks and Feitan? Definitely not, the three of us just teamed up for missions sometimes. Maybe he figured that out of everyone in this group I’d feel least threatened rooming with him. He did have a very welcoming presence after all.

We grabbed our keys from the man behind the counter and climbed the stairs to our shared room.

“I’m excited for our sleepover,” he beamed as he unlocked the door. “I’ve been dying to get to know you better, it’s just that we’ve both been so busy—you with your training and me trying to plan this mission—but what a perfect opportunity this is!”

“Yeah,” I agreed, returning his grin.

It was true that the two of us hadn’t really spent a ton of time together—just a few card games here and there, and that one time he looked after me when I’d passed out during the Yorknew auction mission—but I’d always thought of him as being very kind. Plus, he was pretty close with Machi and Shizuku, and they were probably my best friends in the troupe. So, logically, it made sense that Shalnark and I would get along pretty well, too.

Our room was simple and rustic, just as the lobby had been. The only furniture we had was a beat-up writing desk, a nightstand with a dusty lamp, and a bed just big enough for two.

“Oh no,” he said when he saw it. “Are you okay with sharing? If not I completely understand. I’ll let you have the bed and I can just sleep on the floor or—“

I waved my hands. “No, Shalnark, you don’t have to do that. We can share.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. “It’s fine. Really!”

“Okay, as long as you’re comfortable with it!” He flashed me another one of his charming smiles.

He went down the hall to the shared bathroom so we could both have some privacy while changing into our pajamas. I climbed under the covers once I was done and waited for him to get back so I could shut the lights off.

He came back into the room in a pair of purple shorts and a white t-shirt with some video game logo on the front of it, locking the door behind him before rushing and jumping onto the bed. He laughed to himself as he collided with the mattress, then turned to his side and propped his head up on his elbow.

“What, you aren’t tired already, are you?”

“Oh, I mean, were you wanting to stay up?”

“Yeah, I thought maybe we could play a game or something.”

“Like what?”

“Hmm,” He tapped his finger against his lips as he thought. “Oh, I’ve got it! We could play Truth!”

“Truth?” I echoed, not recognizing the game.

“It’s like Truth or Dare, but without the dare part.”

“So, we’d just be asking each other questions?”

He chuckled. “Uh, yeah, I guess that’s all it really is, but you get one chicken card to use if there’s something you don’t want to answer. Is that lame?”

“No, not at all!” I moved onto my side so that I was facing him, too. “You go first so I can think of one.”

“Alright. What’s your favorite color?”

“That’s it?” I laughed. “I was expecting some much deeper questions!”

“Oh, we’ll get to those. I just figured we should start small.” He was smiling again, not that he ever seemed to stop. He really made hanging out with him feel so natural and easy.

“It’s green.”

“What kind? Like a lime green, or an olive green, or a forest green. . .?”

“Mmm probably a deeper green, almost like, well, like your eyes.”

He blinked in surprise at my response, but quickly snapped back to his usual happy demeanor. “I’m flattered. So, did you think of a question for me yet?”

“Who’s your best friend in the troupe?”

“Oh, that’s a tough one!” He weighed his response. “I get along with everyone, but I’d have to say that I’m probably closest with Phinks or Feitan.”

“Really?”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

Honestly, yeah. Phinks and Feitan had regarded me with suspicion when I first joined the troupe, treating me like an enemy, but Shal had always been warm and welcome. It was odd that the three of them would be such great friends. “You’re just pretty different is all.”

“I can see how you’d think that, but they’re good people once you get to know them.” He paused, his expression changing. “Speaking of, is there something going on between you and Feitan?”

My stomach flipped. “What? Why would you think that?”

“Downstairs when I paired people up he didn’t seem to like that I chose to room with you. I guess you must not have noticed the look he was giving me.”

I hadn’t. “Well, I don’t know what that was all about. We can barely stand each other. It’s been that way since I joined.”

It wasn’t technically a lie. There wasn’t anything between Feitan and I—just this stupid attraction that I couldn’t kick, but I knew nothing would ever come of it.

“Okay,” he grinned. “You can count that as my question.”

Fuck, I hadn’t been thinking of what to ask next.

“Do you have anyone?”

It was all I could think of. We were on the subject of romance, so it was the first thing that popped into my mind.

He shook his head. “Nope. I wouldn’t be against it though if I met the right person.”

“What does your ‘right person’ look like?”

He wagged his finger at me. “It’s my turn.”

“Right. Sorry,” I laughed.

“And just for that, I’m stealing your question.”

“No fair!”

He shrugged. “Shouldn’t have tried to skip me, then.”

I jokingly rolled my eyes at him. “Alright, fine. I haven’t really thought about it much, but I guess my perfect person would be. . . someone I could trust, who I can be myself around and who makes me feel safe.”

“Aww that’s sweet.”

“Well, what about you?”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry. Repeat questions aren’t allowed.”

I frowned. “But it was my question.”

“I don’t make the rules.”

He literally did, but I wasn’t going to argue. “Alright, then, um, where’s your spider tattoo?”

“Right here,” he tapped the right side of his chest. “Wanna see?”

I nodded.

He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. I had already figured by his arms that Shalnark was fit, but that knowledge didn’t keep me from staring at his toned abs. I didn’t mean to, but I couldn’t look away.

Shalnark noticed my wandering gaze. His cheeks lightly flushed as he laid back down again, still shirtless.

“Do you have a question for me now?” I asked.

“I do,” he murmured. “If I tried to kissed you right now. . . would you let me?”

My heart skipped. Was this a joke? No, he wasn’t laughing. He didn’t even have that trademark smile plastered on his face. I searched his eyes—innocent, pleading, sincere. Shalnark wasn’t someone who would hurt me.

Maybe he was exactly what I needed.

I nodded, breathless.

He traced his fingers along my jaw until he reached the back of my neck, where he wove them into my hair. Using this grip, he pulled me closer to him, and our lips met in sparks.

Kissing Shalnark was everything you’d expect: soft, gentle, and sweet. I felt like I was melting against him, turning to putty under his touch. I think he must have known what he was doing to me, because I felt him smiling again.

He broke the kiss, smirking as he brushed his thumb across my lips. “You enjoying yourself?”

“I don’t think it’s your turn to ask a question,” I joked. “And for that, i’m stealing yours.”

He laughed. “Alright, I see how it is. I guess I deserved that.” He moved his hand down my neck and along my side, until it came to rest at my waist. “But yes, I am.”

“Me too,” I smiled.

He rested his forehead on mine, our noses barely brushing. “Do you want to stop?”

“No.”

Our lips connected once more, but nothing about this kiss was the same. We were both driven by a wild passion coursing through our veins, unable to hold back. It was like our bodies burned for each other. No matter how closely he held me to him, it wasn’t enough.

His hands slid under the fabric of my shirt and he helped to guide it over my head. He paused, his lips parting when he saw the way my stomach was littered in scars.

“Y/n. . .” he carefully ran the tips of his fingers over my raised skin.

“Battle scars,” I chuckled awkwardly. “I’m fine, really.”

He wrapped his arms around me again and held me close to his chest, stroking my hair. “I’m sorry. Whatever it was, I’m sorry.”

“Will you just. . . help me forget?”

He tilted my head up so that I was looking into his eyes. “Anything you need, I’ll do it.”

I kissed him again, biting down on his bottom lip before rolling him on top of me. He took the hint and started biting, kissing, and sucking further down my body until he reached my waistband. He hooked his fingers into the top of my shorts and glanced up at me, waiting for confirmation that this was what I wanted. I nodded and he pulled them down along with my panties.

I suppose I should have felt self conscious, being so exposed in front a man I admittedly didn’t know all too well, but Shalnark didn’t give me any reason to feel insecure.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as I lay sprawled out before him.

He pressed a soft kiss to my knee before pushing my legs apart, then another on the inside of my thigh, and finally his lips covered my clit, causing my hips to buck upward as if they had a mind of their own. He started slowly, teasing me with long, drawn-out strokes in an effort to drive me wild.

“Shal.”

He hummed a question in response, sending vibrations rippling through my core. I threw my head back at the sensation.

“Faster,” I begged. “Please.”

He did as I’d asked, hitting the small bundle of nerves with quick, patterned flicks of his tongue. I moaned as I began to feel the tension building under his skilled movements, my back arching off of the mattress.

He barred an arm across my hips, holding them down as he brought me closer and closer to my release. With his other hand, he traced his fingers around my entrance, testing my wetness with one before sliding two in, curling them over my g-spot and stretching me out.

My hands shot to his head, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as I practically screamed at the amount of stimulation he was giving me. Galaxies exploded behind my eyes as I finally came undone. He moved up to kiss me as I caught my breath, coming down from my high.

“I love the sounds you make for me,” He said, pulling his pants down to release his already-erect cock. “Don’t hold back, okay? I want to know that you’re enjoying it too.”

The rest of our clothes were torn off and thrown into a pile on the floor. We pounced on each other with an animalistic hunger, leaving love bites on every inch of skin we came into contact with.

He sunk into me slowly, giving my body time to adjust to his size, but once I wrapped my legs around his waist he started moving, torturing me with the same drawn out pace as before—the only benefit of this being that I could feel every inch of him rubbing inside of me.

“God, you feel amazing,” he said, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “It’s making it so hard for me to hold back.”

The broken rhythm of his breathing, the brush of his lips against my ear, the strokes that left me wanting more—it was all driving me crazy, making my body feel electric.

“Don’t,” I said.

That was all the convincing he needed.

He fucked into me at a reckless pace, bringing one of my legs up to rest on his shoulder to give him a better angle. He buried himself deeper and deeper, hitting the same, sensitive spot each time he snapped his hips. I arched against him, throwing my head back into a moan. I could already feel another orgasm building.

“There you go, sweet girl. Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”

“Shal, God, just like that.”

My right hand reached to clutch the bedsheets, but he grabbed it and pinned it over my head, lacing his fingers with mine. My left hand wrapped behind his neck, holding him closer as he dipped down and caught me in a kiss. His tongue ran across my bottom lip and I granted him access, letting him explore my mouth as he pushed me closer to my second release.

His hand came between us, moving to work my clit with his thumb. I gasped at his touch. I was so close now, any second I’d—

“You got it, let it go for me.”

His words sent me over the edge. I pulled at his hair as he rode me through my orgasm, my walls clenching tightly around him. Every sensation was amplified, yet at the same time it felt as though I were experiencing the world in a warm haze. I had never felt so content.

He gave me a moment to come back down to earth before dropping my leg from his shoulder and pressing my knees to my chest. I dragged my nails down his back as he snapped his hips even faster than before, chasing his orgasm. I could tell he was getting close when his thrusts became erratic, not following any particular rhythm. Shortly after, I felt the twitch of his cock inside of me followed by a rush of warmth as he filled me with his cum.

He rested his forehead on mine, shutting his eyes tight as his chest rose and fell with exasperation. After a few final strokes, he pressed a passion-filled kiss to my lips and pulled out of me, letting his seed seep onto the bedsheets.

He laid on his back, smiling to himself as he caught his breath. “That’s not how I imagined our first sleepover would go,” he said, pulling me into his chest, “but I still had fun.”

I nodded in agreement.

He helped me clean up and we got dressed in our pajamas again before settling back into bed. I fell asleep in Shal’s arms, listening to the retro sounds of his video game.

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