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elliesfireflys · 5 months

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Its Always Been You.

Abby Anderson x Reader

you’ve always hated each other. Always trying to be the number one W.L.F member, until one night you get locked in a room together and words start to spill.

proofread?: no

a/n: first abby fic everyone clap🙏 literally got writers block for like 2 months but I somehow finished this (i re-wrote it like 3 times) (endings rushed sorry)

Abby Anderson. The woman who was always somehow arguing with you. Didn’t matter what the argument was about, every time you saw each other. It never ended up well.

Take it as for right now, It was late at night as you and Abby were sent off to grab last minute supplies for tomorrows patrol. Guns, ammo, food. And of course, Abby said some sly remark, and it didn’t go so well with you.

“I can’t believe you just said that! You know you’re real inconsiderate Anderson.” You Sternly said, still walking towards the supply cabin, not daring to look at her as you were fuming.

“Oh wow, used my last name huh? Am I supposed to be scared? If so i’m shaking in my boots. Really shook me up there.”

And her lovely sarcasm, it’s just apart of her personality.

As you both reach the supply cabin, Abby reached for the door and opens it swiftly, but not bothering to hold it for you. A quick ‘bitch’ is muttered underneath your breath.

“I heard that.”

Obviously not quiet enough.

You let out a breathy sigh. “What do we even need in here.”

“Supplies.” She blankly replies, starting to look around for god knows whatever you need. “Well yeah, no shit. But did they request any specifics?”

“Just some health packs, ammo, snacks,” she sighs before continuing “Shit like that.”

“Great.”

As you were both finishing up getting supplies in silence, you hear a guard starting to walk towards the door of the building where you and Abby stood. Keys start to jingle as the lock that was on the door gave a click sound.

“Hey Jack! I just locked up the supply cabin for the night.”

Abby turns to look at you, pale in the face. You run to the door, starting to knock loudly trying to get the guards attention.

“Hey! We’re in here you know!”

“Abby. He’s already gone.” Looking out the unfortunately small window seeing nothing but a dark sky filled with stars.

“Fuck.” Abby mumbles under her breath, closing her eyes so she can really take in what’s happening. “I cannot believe this is happening right now.” She runs a hand across her forehead.

“Well,” you sigh “Let’s just, try and find a way out I guess.” Groaning, you start to pull at the door. Trying to get something out of it. Of course with your luck, nothing happens.

“Dude, it’s not gonna budge.” You turn to face the blonde rolling your eyes

“Mhm, and how do you know?”

“Maybe if you had eyes you’d see it’s because it’s not fucking moving when you pull.” There was no hope with the door, leaving you to slide down the wall dramatically, Abby following, sitting on the cold floor with a semi comfortable silence. You take this time to look at the blonde across from you. Taking in her features, the freckles going from scattered across her face, down to the ones on her shoulder that can be seen through her grey muscle shirt she has on. Speaking of muscles, her arms take your attention long enough for her to notice.

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer.” She snaps you out of your trance, your eyes darting up to her blue ones. “What?” You pretend to not know why she said it, but it’s obvious both of you know.

She chuckles, her voice a low rasp. “You were staring.”

A low “Sorry.” comes out of your mouth.

“Don’t apologize, i’d look at myself too if I were you.”

Tilting your head, “That’s kind of cocky of you, don’t you think?” But who were you to say that. Abby knew she was cocky. it was probably her middle name. Abby cocky Anderson. Sounds right.

“There’s a difference between being cocky, and being confident. You just happen to be neither.” Abby sighs looking at you with a sad look.

“What’s the sad face for Anderson?”

“Just sucks you don’t have confidence.”

You cock your head in confusion. Not knowing what she meant. “I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“It’s just,” She sighs before speaking, “If I looked like you I would be a lot more confident than how you are now.”

Wow.

You smirk, cheeks growing red. “Did you just compliment me?”

Abby perks up, “Don’t get to ahead of yourself now, but yeah. As much as I dislike you, there’s no denying that you’re very pretty in everyone’s eyes.” It comes out soft from her mouth, like she meant every word she said. And she did. Your mouth is slightly open in awe, leaving you both staring into each other. It feels like her stare is looking into your soul, able to read every thought in your head. “Jeez, you don’t know how to take a compliment?” she huffs out.

“No I do, it’s just, coming from you it sounds different. But thank you, Abby.” She shrugs her shoulders as a ‘Don’t mention it.’ “Your not to bad yourself.”

“Aw, that’s cute.” She sarcastically says. “But thanks.” A silence fills the room once again. This time, it’s less hostile. Abby’s mouth opens before closing quickly, as if she was going to speak, but had changed her mind.

“What?” You question the blonde.

“You know, it’s hard to hate you.” She breathes out.

“I need more context than that Abby.”

“You’re hard to hate. I like you too much if im being honest with myself.”

Abby sets her head down, looking at the floor. At this point, she’s looking anywhere but your eyes. She’s to scared to see how you’re reacting to this information. But, if she looked up she would see that your cheeks are red and there’s a slight smirk on your face.

“Abs. Can you look at me?”

Abby has a pink tint on her cheeks from the new nickname from you. She picks her head up to see your expression is not what she was expecting.

“Oh.”

“Well, what do you mean by ‘I like you too much’” You somehow find yourself unconsciously moving closer to her, Abby didn’t seem to take notice until you were next to her.

“Um, well. I guess I was jealous of you, in a way. And sooner or later I realized, that the jealousy, was just attraction towards you. But I just played it off as me not liking you. Then you didn’t like me back, so we just went back and forth with each other. And as much as I try to find something bad in you, I can’t find anything negative about you. And I cant say that about many people.” She breathes and it feels like her first breath in ages. “That’s what I mean by that.”

It’s quiet. Once again it’s quiet. This seems to happen a lot here.

“Abby.”

She hums in response.

Feeling a sudden burst of confidence, you grab her face and bring it towards yours until your lips are against each other. Sighing into the kiss, Abby starts to move her lips in a slow paced rhythm.

Finally parting lips, Abby looking into your eyes with a new look.

“I think I like you too much too.” You giggle at the end of your sentence. Just as she was pulling you in for another kiss, the lock on the door is heard unlocking. The door swings open with a W.L.F member, Luke, standing there.

“Jesus. You guys been in here long?”

Abby looks at you, then back at Luke.

“Maybe a little too long.”

#tlou2 #abby x reader #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby the last of us #abby x fem!reader #abby x you

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kellyinverse · 5 months

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High Tea

He was a sophisticated

Producer

I'd met at a party

for Jims, with Dewy,

He'd also done

The House of No,

(a personal favorite)

And coming soon;

Slap her, she’s Italian

back then I was easily

seduced by the idea

of a role I could play,

pretentious airs or future heirs

but really it was the accent

that lured me in...

"Meet me at the Beverly Wilshire

"Have you been to a high tea? We can discuss your future?"

(I wasn't a fool but ever game for new experiences, I agreed to meet him the following week.)

The morning of

my boyfriend of 2.5 years,

Henry, said, "be home late."

through the bathroom door...

"K"

he didn't even wait for my reply.

the late nights at the tattoo shop

were beginning to add up

but there was no time for tears,

(pause for hopeful ingenue moment)

I had an audition

for Toyota Japan

"High Tea" to think about…

So I painted on my cupid's bow

and unpinned my curls,

Freshly coiffed

donning my favorite floral chiffon

Bonnie Parker

inspired dress,

The nude lace trim

of my slip

the edge of my bare breast

Peeking out under

the petals of a daisy

Those

Dreamy wolford stockings

My new

Art deco garter belt,

I gave myself another once over on the way out

"Not too bad kid."

In the waiting area, I could feel their

eyes on me,

the stockings I'd spent too much on,

I was nervous, and in the fiddling

popped one of my garters

it was in the fixing

that I felt the air shift

eyes fixating on my pale

skin...

Awash with confidence

& pheromones

I booked the job-

Feeling sexy,

Pulling up to the

Hotel that made Julia famous

in my old dodge coronet

Primer gray

No headliner

The valet startled me

In thought,

“I booked it.”

(Play it cool dammit)

Handing him

My keys,

I finger gun,

“take it easy on her, she's a .383”

Feeling my fire,

I Enter the hotel

Its opulence

the scent of greed

Chanel no. 5

Bentley leathered asses

Faces that don't smile anymore

or can't

The floor's mirror shine

reflected the me under the dress,

Well done ;-)

Making myself blush

ripe for the offering

Following the subtle arrows along the wall

I arrive;

The tea room was vast,

a gold trimmed

Austere version of Versaille,

How splendid!

In my 20s drop waist

dress, I feel like I'm gliding

despite my repainted Mary Janes

and their peeling edges...

I try to breeze by the maitre de

lest i lose my nerve...

But he taps me on the shoulder

this way please,

My escort in tow

My gaze shifts

the 1% tippling $20 earl gray

nibbling on crustless fare

their eyes

in awe of my audaciousness

& lack of diamonds

(when was the last time any of them had sex they

didn't have to pay for?)

(Oh to be 23 again)

There he was

With his arrogant nose

curly lips, that one eyebrow that sits a little higher

in judgement...

his zegna

Pink Custom button down

shirt so crisp & open one button too far

A little Chubby

for his pristine broken in jeans

and Gucci Belt

but he'll do

The waiter comes by,

"tea for two, please"

He looks into my eyes, with a cunning

confidence

“How charming, you are.”

(That’s rich speak for pretty fuckable pauper)

We banter over cucumber sandwiches

and

jammy cookies

I linger over the clotted cream a little too long...

and he touches my thigh under the table,

tracing the edge of my garters

"Let's go for a walk"

"But my car is here"

"it's not far..”

"What's not far..?"

He grabs my hand

....

Henry’s late nights slide by my conscience,

It's only fair right...

Finding myself

a drift in

The pristine alley ways

of Beverly Hills,

I realize there’s no friend’s place

he kisses me suddenly,

deeply, not bad for a snob

His eyes locking into mine

No, I shouldn't but I don't resist

We’re up against a pink wall

by a dumpster

Am I into this?

As he bites my neck

his breath warm with the faint scent of bergamot

"I have a boyfriend."

"And I'm married..."

"wait, what?"

but I'm wet, fuck...

he slides my dress up

over my ass

the cold chiffon gives me goosebumps

and

Spy my thighs tensing

stretching the belt straps across my

Muscles

The stockings strain

as my legs widen

and my foot finds the edge of the dumpster

my calves curved up around his waist,

High on my own design

My eyes drift inward

but my ears

...a distinct sound of unbuckling

catching him tripping over the button of his trousers,

Giving me the look.

you know the one

just before they find the top of your head,

I giggle

stroking his cheeks gently,

before guiding his head,

I give him a kiss,

"How charming you are..."

and down he went

for

a closer look

At my new garter belt...

to be continued

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Tips welcome.

#teatime #high tea #beverlyhills

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landosgirl97 · 2 years

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Big Energy - Chase Stokes Smut

A/N: So if you're looking where I'M looking in this photo, you'll notice a (not so) little something.. hence this fic ;)

I stood at the bar, eyeing him up and down. I knew exactly who he was, his reputation tends to precede him, especially on weekends. I told the bartender to send him a drink about 5 minutes ago and I watched as the bartender dropped it off at his table and pointed me out. I gave him a smirk and a sexy wave before turning back around and facing the bar, ordering another drink for myself. I felt a presence behind me but I refuse to turn around until I hear his voice. "How did you know what I drink?" he asked, leaning onto the bar beside me. "You think everyone around here doesn't know what you drink?" I smirk at him. "Oh, so my reputation precedes me I see" he sighs. I nudge his shoulder, "Not in a bad way, I promise. I've only heard good things." Suddenly, a song came on that I recognized and I asked him if he wants to dance. He agreed, letting me drag him to the dance floor. As the song played, I felt the confidence boost as I grinded against him face to face, singing along to the lyrics. Chase had his hands on my hips and swayed with me to the music. "I like what I see, A boss like you need a boss like me, Daddy from the streets, So he move low-key, Tryna rock that mic like karaoke." I smirk up at him as I feel his grip tighten on me and he pulls me closer. "Someone's in a good mood.." he whispers in my ear. I just smirk at him, looking him directly in the eye as I continue, "Blindfold, Tie me to the bed while we role-play, Can't skip foreplay, Kill the pussy cold case, I'm a boss bitch, But tonight we do it your way." His eyes go wide as he looks down at me. "Bad bitch I could be your fantasy, I can tell you got big dick energy, It ain't too many (people) that can handle me."

After the song was over, we continued to dance until he leaned down to whispered in my ear. "Want to go get some air?" I just nod, grabbing his hand to follow him through the crowd and out the door. The bouncer saw him, walking with us to his vehicle as we both got in. We drove around for a bit, finally deciding to park and talk on the top level of a parking garage. Nobody else was parked up there and we had security on standby. He laid his hand on my thigh as we decided to just enjoy the skyline. I snuggled up closer to him, due to the chilly breeze off the water and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "You cold?" I nod. He pats his lap for me to come sit, playing into exactly what i wanted. I moved myself over the center console in the Bronco, straddling his lap and laying my head on his chest. We laid like that for about 20 minutes before I got uncomfortable and started to readjust. Chase grabbed my hips, holding me in place. "Stop moving.. unless you want to pay the consequences." I smirk up at him, slowly grinding my hips into his. Chase lets out a low growl, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me down for a kiss. I kiss him roughly while he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me as close as possible. I reach my hand down beside his seat, pulling the lever to lay his seat back completely. Chase's eyes went wide but he smirks when my hands trail up his abs under his shirt, eventually pulling it off of him. I kissed down his neck, sucking hickeys onto him. I was surprised he didn't stop me, but he grabbed my hair, pulling my up to kiss him again before hiking my dress up and over my head. He let out a groan at the realization that I am not wearing a bra or panties. "Jesus.. are you trying to kill me?" I giggle as I reach down, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling those and his boxers just below his hard cock. My eyes widen as his cock slaps up against his stomach, precum dripping from the tip. "Holy shit.." He smirks, "like what you see?" I just nod, grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times. His head fell back against the seat as he let out a soft whimper. "Fuck.. c'mon, please? You've had me worked up since the club." I rub my slick folds against his cock a few times before lining him up with my entrance. I finally sunk down on his cock, moaning out loudly as I could feel him all the way in my stomach. I could've sworn he was going to tear me in half. When our hips finally met, I let my head fall onto his shoulder and he massaged my hips softly. "You ok?" he asked, concerned that I reacted the way that I did. I nodded my head and whispered, "you can move now." He slowly started to thrust up into me. I winced as he did so, getting used to the feeling of him inside of me. Eventually, I sat up on top of him, hands resting on his chest, and bounced up and down, meeting his thrusts. "Holy shit baby.. you feel fucking amazing." Chase murmured. I let out a loud moan as I feel myself clench around him. "Chase.. i'm close" he nods, bringing one hand down to rub my clit harshly. I rolled my hips against him as I came hard around his cock. Chase followed soon after, groaning as he came hard inside me. "Well, everyone else was correct.. you are incredible" I tell him. "Hopefully we can do that again soon?" he asks, and I smirk back at him. "Round two at my place?" He quickly agrees and we drive toward my place.

Tagged: @adventuresinobx @wannabestarkeysgirl @maybankforlife

@samxslaughter

#chase stokes fic #chase stokes #chase stokes smut #john b #john b routledge #outer banks #obx #outer banks smut #outer banks imagine #obx fic

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pedropascalsmanicpixydreamgirl · 1 year

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Americano [Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader] (pt. 1 of ?)

{I've been listening to lady gaga for the past 5 hours and this is the result <3}

I've been a screenwriter for about 3 years after me and my ex-husband, Rafael, divorced. Rafael was holding me back from my passions and I was happy as soon as I found a reason to leave him. He had been having an affair behind my back for 2 years and started a family with another woman.

At first, I blamed myself, then I realized I didn't need his sorry ass anymore. I signed the papers, left them on the counter, and packed all my things and left. I emptied my bank account and moved across the country to live with my sister in New York after the divorce finalized. I stayed until I was able to find an apartment of my own. I was able to land a few decent jobs and built up a hefty savings so I bought a one bedroom apartment in town.

As a screenwriter, I get a lot of invites to parties to interact with the people you've written characters for. I never considered going to one until my best friend, Anna, convinced me to go to this one with her. I decided to give it a shot.

It was a semi formal cocktail party. I went with a black, tea length, tulle dress with gold glitter on the skirt. I decided to pair this with gold, glittery, open-toed, 6 inch heels and a dainty gold bracelet. I'm not very tall but I certainly don't wanna be over looked by some of the people in attendance. Anna didn't let me in on exactly who was coming but I do know that there are some very influential stars who happened to be on that guest list. Now, I'm not looking for a relationship but a date with someone who is a household name for many, isn't an opportunity someone should just ignore.

'Anna is supposed to be here in 20 minutes. She better not be late'.', I thought to myself. Anna is almost always 5 minutes late to everything but she swore up and down that she wouldn't be late as a condition of you coming with her. I decided to curl my past-the-shoulder y/h/c hair while waiting for her to come. As I'm setting my hair with some hairspray and adding bobby pins with gold pearls to my hair, Anna rings my doorbell. I make a mad-dash to my door and swing it open to reveal Anna in a navy blue bodycon dress with silver strappy sandals and silver jewelry.

I answer the door and let Anna in as I grab my clutch with my phone, keys, wallet, and mints. I always kept a container with me when going to a bar because I hated the taste of alcohol in my mouth after a long night of partying. "Ready to go?", Anna asks. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be for this. If I get stuck in some awkward conversation, you better be there to save my ass. You know these type of things aren't my forte.", I admitted. "Oh I know. I just figured you may need to get out for a night and enjoy life before you can't anymore. You need some socialization.", Anna states. I knew she was right but deep down, I was aware I wasn't the prettiest girl in the bunch. I have issues with my thyroid that make me a bit heavier than I should be. I manage my weight but I am a mid-sized person. I think that's why Rafael had an affair but I can't let him tear me down anymore. I shook those thoughts from my head as I climbed inside Anna's black BMW 3 series. Anna is a drop dead gorgeous model that I met a year ago while at the gym. She is a solid 5'7 and 120 lbs. She's covered head to toe in freckles, has hip length honey blonde hair, and brown eyes to match.

We were driving for about 30 minutes until we got to a gated neighborhood just outside of town. I got out of the car by the front steps of this gorgeous modern mansion and waited for Anna to find a place to park. After she caught up to me on the front steps, we headed inside. I was glued to her hip until she approached a guy who I saw in commercials on TV all the time. I ended up sticking with her for about 5 minutes before getting bored and left to go find said cocktails at this party.

I found the bar and had a few shots of liquid confidence before running into this random guy. I fell over onto my ass. Its been a while since I've wore these heels and the combination of adding 6 inches between me and the floor and alcohol didn't help my balance. This man reaches his hand out to me and I immediately feel embarrassed as this extremely handsome guy pulls me up. "I'm so sorry sir, I didn't see you there." I apologize. He smiles at me and says, "Oh don't worry about it, sweetheart. If anything, I should be apologizing for tripping a woman such as yourself. Can I buy you a drink?". I blush and smile back, "That would be lovely, sir.". He still has a firm grip on my hand as he shakes it gently, "My name is Pedro. And yours?". "Y/n", I respond. I give the bartender my order and wait patiently while chatting it up with Pedro.

I start taking in his features, his chestnut hair, his lively chocolate eyes. He had such unique features and it really drew me in. As we are handed our drinks, I ask him ,"So Pedro, what do you do for work?". He takes a small sip of his drink and grins, "I'm glad you don't recognize me. I'm an actor.". "Oh really?", I say as I set my drink down on the bar as he takes another big swig. "I'm a screen writer. I don't think I recognize you from anything I've ever written. I suppose that's for the better, I probably would act weird if I was some ultimate fangirl." I explain and giggle. "So are you here with anyone?" He asks me. I turn red, "Yeah, she's over..." I say searching for Anna, which I don't see at all. "Well I guess she's wandered off.", I shrug.

"Well I'd love to keep you company," He winks and smiles, looking you up and down. I bite my lip, holding back an idiotically large smile. "I wouldn't mind," I say, gazing down toward my feet. He grabs my chin and tilts it back up toward him. "Hey now, I wasn't done looking into those beautiful eyes.", he says. I laugh a little at this and take another drink.

Part 2

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #x yn #x pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut

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justinmitchellfan · 9 months

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Ariana grande x mercedes varnado love story smut warning ⚠️ the cop love story

Chapter 1

My recent 4 days have spent working the night shifts for the Los Angeles police department, not that I hate the job but it's just physically exhausting , imagine going to work at 6 pm when everybody else is coming home from work but at least the pay is good and I've always wanted to 'catch bad guys' and by that I mean like in the action like how you see in movies but because I'm assigned to Beverly hills area in Los Angeles, it's quite quiet, not much action going around, just small things and as soon as I got up from my bed, I got my clothes ready and took a warm shower, hoping that would ease my muscles and once I got out, I got dressed and slicked my hair into a military bun

I hated doing my hair, I swore to myself I was gonna cut it off sooner or later but I never have the guts to do it and I made sure I put food and water out for my dog, he's a brown and white Beatle, his name is kobe, he's a whole ass goofball but so am I, so therefore we were made for each other and I looked down to see his eyes staring at me grabbing my keys as if he already knows I'm leaving and is pleading me to stay "I know kobe, I'm sorry I'll be back soon, I promise as I bent down to give him a little rub and in return he wagged his tail ,I chuckled and got up and started to walk out the door and I made sure I locked it and I walked down to the parking lot and unlocked my car(a 1950 Shelby mustang)

I started to blast music as soon as I started the engine and drove ,I hated LA traffic but the city itself made up for it, I love the city life and I pulled up to the building and parked my car, I got out and made my way inside and towards the locker rooms and I grabbed my bulletproof vest and put it on under my uniform long sleeve shirt. My first days working as a cop, the vest was a drag because it's just extra weight, I was sore from my shoulders for a few days but now I'm used to it but I hated wearing a long sleeve police shirt uniform because it gets so hot sometimes bit I have to wear it because of my sleeve tattoos on my arms

"Yo mercedes what's up as I heard a voice boom into the locker room, I look over and see my partner, Brian Lewis, the dude is the typical fuckboy ,life of the party, takes nothing seriously but he made the night shifts bearable with his high energy "you ready for this night shift as I ask putting on my holster around my waist "I was born ready says Brian Lewis confidently, I just laughed and I really just really need a coffee or something "let's get going as I say as I locked up my locker and started walking with Brian towards the parking lot with the police cars and I chose to drive because I'm the better driver

"I still don't get why you say my driving sucks, I think I'm a good ass driver as he shrugs as he started to set the computer up and I started driving "bro, you literally make me feel like I'm going to die every time you drive says mercedes as she laughs and he just laughs as he continues to look through the computer to see if we had any calls or tasks "I could use a coffee, you want Starbucks as I ask already Makiing my way to Starbucks, not like he had a choice, I really need a coffee "yeah sure says Brian ad he shrugs and I made my way to the nearest Starbucks which was in Beverly hills

It was the more secluded one out of all of them and it was the closest to our assigned area and we drove into the parking lot and we saw some people with cameras, trying to take pictures inside the cafe and I raised my eyebrow at this because who is in there that they're trying to take a picture of and as soon as they turned to see a cop car pull up, they somewhat held themselves back from taking so many pictures and we decided to get out of the car and order it inside, I have all night to be sitting in a car so going in won't hurt "alright you guys, I think you've got enough pictures of whoever is in there as I grab the door to get in, Brian follows behind me

The Starbucks is somewhat empty, it was around 7:30 pm so not too late and I looked around and wondered who they were trying to take a picture of and I turned and looked at a petite girl with a high ponytail and a face that looked familiar but I couldn't put a name to it and I saw that she was sitting with another girl and I just shrugged, I just wanted to get my coffee and go and I ordered a cold brew coffee, it was deeply needed and Brian ordered after me and me being the good person that I am, I paid for him "aw what, officer varnado paying for my coffee, thank you so much says Brian as he smiled with his hand placed on his heart and I just laugh and shook my head "yeah don't get used to it, you got the next one says mercedes

His face became a sarcastic hurt expression and I just laughed, we walked towards the area where you wait for your drink ,closer to the girl with the high ponytail and familiar face and Brian was on his phone checking whatever he did, I was looking around and was met with brown eyes and me being the polite person that I am ,I decided to start a conversation "good afternoon ladies as I smile as I shifted sight to both women, the girl with the familiar face smiled kindly "hello says Ariana and so did the other girl

"Iced cold brew says the barista out loud as he placed the cup of iced coffee on the counter, I turned and started walking towards the cup but so dis the petite girl and when u say petite, the girl was shorter than I expected, I was probably a good 7 inches taller than her and we both reached for the cup "oh im- as sge started "no no, it's my fault, you were here longer, it's yours as I smiled kindly looking down at her "thanks as she smiled shyly looking at the ground which was cute "I hope you have a good rest of your night miss as I raised my eyebrows hoping she'd give me a name "Ariana and you too says Ariana as she copied my gesture which made me laugh "mercedes, I'm mercedes as I smiled making her giggle

"Stay safe Ariana as I winked as sge made her way back with her friend so they could leave and she smiled again "thank you as I just nodded my head as a you're welcome gesture "order for mercedes says the barista, I nudged Brian to let him know our drinks are ready and he looked up confused then saw the drinks and smiled and we walked out of Starbucks then the people with the cameras were gone and I sighed out in relief then got in the car and we started to do our routine rounds of driving around, it was now in the middle of the night and as I said before nothing was happening, our shift ends at 6 am and it was currently 2:00 am which means there are still 4 hours to go

I wish I could just sleep but I'm still on duty so I can't "Man there's got to be some action or something cause I'm about to fall asleep just driving around as Brian commented "and I'm hungry as he whined and did I mention that Brian whines a lot, there is not a night where I don't hear it but now he mentions it, I'm hungry too so we go and grab something to eat from one of the few restaurants that are open 24/7 and since there weren't any calls ,we decided to go back into the station and chill until we get call or anything

Then the sheriff came and called me into his office, not that I was nervous or anything but I just wanted to go home now and I didn't want any trouble "officer varnado I have an opportunity for you, it's just a small job and I feel like you'd like it plus it's extra money too, easy job says the sheriff and can he just say it already, he always drags it ,like just spill it out man "what's up says mercedes "well there's this festival and numerous artists will be performing for it and they need officers to be there for safety purposes of course, it's a small job, it'll be one of the days you're scheduled to work so on Saturday night and you'll only have to work 3 days instead of the 4 you usually do says the sheriff as she shrugged

So i just stand there and I get a day off, he'll yeah "oh yeah, I'll do it says mercedes as she smiles "okay awesome, Saturday will be the festival, it starts at 4:30 and ends at midnight but you'll have to get there around 3:30 as I just nod at his words it seems like an easy job plus there's gonna be music perfect and my shift has ended and now I'm one my way back home and I finally get to rest for a couple days I'm off and then it's back to work for 3 days straight instead of 4 and I finally get to go home to my kobe, I have to maje a mental note to take him to a dog park or out for a run

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seldomscilence16 · 2 years

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Whumptober day 20: It's Been a Long Day

Fandom: Barbie Cinematic Universe

Prompts;

Going into shock

Fetal position

Prisoner trade

Writing BCU is so funny to me. Like angsty Barbie fanfic is such a small niche, and here I am, BCU, the angst edition. Gawsh hope I don't let y'all down with this one, at least It'll be fun.

Anneliese hadn't thought this would happen again, Trapped with no obvious escape. It just doesn't seem like something that happens twice in a small Kingdom life. Though she's connected to Dulcinea now, so it's not too strange, how they managed to do it at a party with multiple kingdoms and guards is a mystery though.

Whoever it was, managed to grab seven other guests from the party as well, a bold move, which meant they obviously wanted something. And with several high profile captives, it was likely they'd get it too.

"Is everyone okay?" She asks the room, a small dungeon cell, old and abandoned.

"I can't believe they got the drop on me…" The Musketeer from France, representative of King Louie.

She gets other mumbles of 'fine' from the other girls, with how everyone is slowly rising she can only assume it's true. King Fredrick's long lost daughter, recently married to Prince Stefan Wilhelm, has a cut on her forehead. Princess Anika is favoring her left arm. Princess Rosella- another long lost daughter ironically- is holding her head. And three daughters from King Randolph's kingdom, the younger of the three looking pretty shaken up, the older two sporting a few bruises.

"Anyone have any enemies we should know about?" The Musketeer- Corinne?- asks, a resigned tone to her voice.

"I don't think any of us don't." Annika replies, hissing as she clutches her arm to her chest.

"Mines trapped in a tower, so I dont think it was her…" Rapunzel adds hesitantly, touching her forehead and wincing.

"Well, last I saw mine they were dancing forever into the sunrise." Delia says, her arm around Fallon's shoulder.

"Who said Princesses don't have adventures?" Corinne mumbles, eyebrows raising a bit in bewilderment.

"We shouldnt rule anyone out, if anything it could have been a team, it explains how they were able to get so many of us." Anneliese says, eyes scanning the room for ways out.

"Wait, but what could they want that nabbing all of us would do them any good?" Rosella asks, "I mean, mine tried to kill us all, kidnapping doesn't seem like her idea of revenge…"

"Whoever says you guys just have tea times and parties is a liar." Corinne looks at them all worriedly, "we should get out of here before they decide to off us."

"Maybe don't eat or drink anything." Rosella adds solemnly.

"Obviously who isn't gonna help then, so let's work on the; 'how to get out', any ideas? I'm good at tricking Giants, but that's probably not gonna help here."

Anneliese has made it to the lock of the cell, examining the hallway for a key or something to use as one. She didn't remember how they got here, the ballroom had gone dark and then Erikas hand had slipped from hers and well, here she was. Goodness, those three were gonna be so worried…

"Fallon! It's going to be okay, just breathe!" Said Princess has curled into a ball by the wall, her sisters kneeled by her.

"Don't worry Fallon, from the sounds of it, this is a tough group of Princesses. And I had a sword fight on the roof, so I'd like to think I'm not too bad myself." Corinne sooths,

"It sounds like we've all had quite a past, but we'll make it through this." Rosella adds, voice quiet like one talking to a wounded animal.

"Why cant my life be like my books? A dashing love interest, a peaceful life, happy family." She mutters, rocking, eyes shut tight and knuckles white where they squeeze around her knees.

"Your storys not finished yet, but we have to get out of here first, I don't recommend picking up love interests in the dungeon…" Anneliese says, injecting as much confidence into her voice as she can muster. "unless their wrongfully imprisoned seamstresses…" She adds under her breath, mostly to herself.

"You're not alone, we'll get through this together." Rapunzel says, her own confidence raising.

"Yeah, we have people looking for us, and we'll meet them halfway." Annika offers the girl a kind smile.

She looks up at everyone, eyes teary, before she nods,

"Alright."

…

"Almost got it… almost…"

"Someones coming!"

The two whispering girls are quick to move away from the lock, Corinne hiding her makeshift tool as Anneliese stands in the center of the cell. As a Queen, she should take charge, save the captives as best she can.

Shes not expecting to see Nick and Nack.

"You two were arrested, how did you escape?" She tries to hide how shaken she is by the knews, hands clasped together to hide how they shake.

"Well your majesty, we didnt need a ghost, just an Aunt with a plan." Nack says smugly.

"Yeah." Nick agrees with a dumb smile.

"And she came up with a plan."

Anneliese doesnt like where this is going, doesnt know who this Aunt is, or why she needed so many hostages.

"Then it sounds like this is between me and her, release everyone else and I'll talk to her."

"Okay!" Nick steps forward, but Nack smacks him over the head.

"You idiot." He says simply

"Sorry."

"She has other plans for you, and a few friends who arent so happy with the rest of you princesses. We're just here to make sure sure youre not dead. Yet."

They both laugh as they walk away, and Anneliese is beginning to see why they worked for Preminger.

"We better get out of here quick. I dont like the sound of any of that."

"If theyre out of jail, I wouldnt doubt others are too. We need to be careful." Corinne says grimly.

"Lets try the lock again, one step at a time."

…

"Im really not comfortable holding this." Fallon whispers, speaking of the small knife they'd found. They each hold a weapon of some kind, old weapons, but they'll have to do.

"Only use it if you have to." Corinne warns, the only one with real experience in weapons fighting.

"I miss my paintbrush." Rapunzel mutters, though no one knows why that matters now, nor do they have the time to ask.

"The exchange happens at dawn, don't fail this time."

The voice is familiar, and Anneliese hates it.

"Are you sure we can trust them?" Another asks, and Ro tenses up.

"You trusted rats dear."

"And they came through!"

"Keep going, quietly." Anne breathes, watching the door of the room they conspire in as the others cross the larger hallway.

Their in the ruins of an old castle, only a few places left standing- the dungeon and that room mostly in tact- so their hiding places were few. But it also made their exit easier, since many of the walls were already down. Anne stops Annika and Rapunzel from crossing as the door opens. She waves the others on, at the very least, if they escaped, rescue was more of an option. At least theyd be safe.

"Granger here is more than capable of wrangling those two anyway. Theres nothing to worry about." Madame Carp is wearing simplier clothes, though still bright, at the very least theyre functional. Arianas red hair is in a bun, wearing simular clothing to Carp in red. Pants, with a bumped knee length skirt, and blouses with puffy sleeves under corsets. They got smarter running clothes at least, while the girls had rid themselves of some of their layers and shortened the skirts a bit, the party outfits were nowhere near as functional as Corinnes pull away skirt.

Behind the two women, a tall severe looking man with a snarl pulling at his lips, tutts.

"Now now Granger, shes not questioning you, just their stupidity." Carp placates, patting his arm.

"Quite right. We just need this to go off without a hitch."

"I'm going to distract them, you go after the others." Anneliese murmers to her compainions.

"No way, we cant leave you!" Annika hisses back, eyes wide.

"I'll be fine, I've survived a kidnapping before. You girls need to go for safety, and help."

"This is a terrible plan." Rapunzel states, "you could get hurt.'

"Its just Granger now. I'll let him chase me to the dungeons, and trap him, then be right behind you guys." Anneliese assures, if anything theyd use her in the exchange tomorrow, they wouldnt kill her.

"If you die, I'll never forgive you." Annika warns.

"You'll see me again. In better circumstances, so our frienships can grow." She assures, peeping around the corner, "now run."

She waits for them to disappear, but Granger turns, having heard something, so its her turn. She turns, her skirt fanning out past the corner, and prepares to run. She hears his running steps, and takes off, Granger hot on her tail. The growl he releases sends shivers down her spine and fear gripping her heart. 'You'll see them again. Youllseethemagaintheyrewaitingforyou

you'llseethemagainjustkeepgoing.

His hand grips her upper arm in a bruising grip, flipping her around as he stops her momentum. His other hand reaches for her throat and she fight him, stomping on his foot with her heel and ripping her arm from his loosend grip. She starts to run again but he grasps at her hair, she flips around again, something squelches nauseatingly, and she stares with wide eyes as Granger looks down. In his gut, the hilt of the short sword she'd claimed, is buried. Her hand trembles where it grips the thing, watching as Granger falls back, the blade sliding out and making her stomach churn at the red that gushes forth. He stumbles into a crumbling wall, sliding down it and smearing blood, tears well in her eyes as she stares into his own.

Her palms feel clammy as she drops the blade, full body tremors making her unsteady, as sweat starts to seep into her gown, her breath stutters and each step is off balance and the hallway spins. Red, why is there so much red? Why…

"Hey, hey look at me, Anne look at me, we gotta go. Breathe with me, we gotta go." The voice is echoey, but familiar, she lets the pull on her hands lead her down the hallway. Red, there's red on her hands, and her dress, dots of it bleeding into the fabric, etching into the dry dirty lines of her skin. Why is it red? It's not Dominick's red, it's not rose red, it's… rusty red.

"It's gonna be okay, you're safe now, we all are, we're going home." Corinne… when did she get here? "Take her, we need to get out of here, talk to her, try to get her back to us."

"It's alright Anne, we're all safe."

"The exchange…" her own voice sounds foreign, uttered past her lips in slurred together gaspy sounds. Why can't she breathe?

"There won't be one, we're going home."

Home… home sounded nice, Erika will be so upset about the dress… but maybe they can all cuddle anyway… she's so cold…

"Don't worry Anne, you kept us safe. We'll do the same."

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Time Trial Chapter 3-In desperate cases...

Chapter 2

The sun was beginning to peek through my curtains, with light rays of sunlight touching the walls filled with movie posters. I have been staring at the computer screen ever since I have been trying to do everything I can to get that web page back. I have not been able to sleep all night because I have been eating my head trying to figure out where it came from. I know my abilities and this surpasses mine.

I keep my hands under my chin, waiting for maybe that email to come out again. Mail that I have not managed to recover either. Clearly there cannot be an address called invisible, I know them all, so what I imagine it to be, perhaps it is some kind of code to remain invisible on the Internet once the message has been deleted. I have also been looking for the name of "The Master of Ceremonies", but I have only come to find descriptions and other things that have nothing to do with what I was looking for. I have memorized every comment I have seen in my head, it was like a circus. A circus of torturing humans. I swallow hard at the thought of what they are doing to Katherine without me checking to see if she is okay or if they are doing something terrible to her. Damn, there were also comments in several languages. “ ‘The corner of the poor souls’ “ I pronounce the name of the page, it is not on the internet either, no matter how much I have searched for it. What if I imagined it because I am worried about her? But the voice of her desperate and scared of hers was too real. I push myself back in the chair, putting my hands behind my head. If that website exists, how will I find it?

I hear a rattle of keys and I get up from my chair, running towards the entrance. It seems that Albert has already returned from his parents' house. “I'm back— Jake?! And that face?!” He exclaims when he sees me, even dropping his backpack. "Something happened, Al, something I do not know how to explain." I answer as I raise a hand calmly, although from my voice, I sound like I sound crazy. "Okay… how much coffee did you have tonight?" "I lost count after the fourth" I reply and shake my head trying to stay clear, freeing myself for a moment from what I have seen to be able to explain it well “. Listen, I have seen Katherine.” Al blinks and his expression changes to surprised. “Oh really? Has she already appeared?” He says excitedly, placing his hands on my arms “That's great!” "No Al, she..." I rub my chin, trying to think of how to explain it to him properly “Last night I received a strange email from a certain 'The Master of Ceremonies', along with a link” while I speak, we go to the living room and Al sits on the sofa, listening to me carefully “and in that link there was a live stream that showed Katherine alive and scared.” “Perfect! Then tell the police.” "Wait, because it does not end here" I stop his emotion with my hand, so that he lets me continue “, the website was impossible to capture, there was no method, not even the link and by the time I wanted to take a photo with my cell phone, it disappeared.” “Fuck…” I see how he tenses, crossing his arms “And you could not do anything with the email address?” “I have tried to do everything possible to recover it, but it has disappeared and there is no trace of it” I sit on the little table, putting my hands to my head, grabbing my hair tightly, as if I wanted to tear it out because of my nerves “. If you would seen the kind of comments they made about her, Al… they all wanted to pay for hurting her… they wanted to torture her…” "Jake, hey" Al places his hands on my shoulders and looks at me confidently ", they'll find her, I know it." “I have already tried and it is impossible, there is nothing I can do, and believe me, I have done everything I know.” We stayed silent, with nothing more to say. I feel my body exhausted, I have not even managed to sleep five minutes. My brain is about to explode, as if my head were being hammered for not having rested and leaving all my energy searching for something... invisible. Just like the mail. It is like it is camouflaged all over the internet, but that does not mean it does not exist, you can somehow access that page, right? “You should tell the police” my friend looks at me worried “, they will know what to do.” “And what do I tell them? The only thing I will do is make myself look more suspicious by giving them a false lead, they will charge me with police obstruction, Officer Connors will think I have been lying all this time—“ I speak quickly and get up, pacing around the room nervously. "Well, I'm the angry state and you're paranoid" he stops me by grabbing my arm “. I got it Jake, you're screwed if you tell them you've seen something that's not supposed to exist.” Yes, it is true that I am paranoid, because I do not want people to point out to me how things have happened these days. And Agent Connors has been too nice to me, he might be in trouble too if they think he let a potential killer get away.

I have never felt scared this way in my entire life. “Hey, what time do you have the next class?” Al's question reminds me that I should be getting ready to go out right now. I look at the clock on my cell phone and run to the room to change. "Shit, shit, shit" I say through clenched teeth, ", I am going to be late!" “Thank me that I have arrived.” I probably would have continued in front of the screen if Al had not returned. At least I have gotten around to telling someone to relieve myself of the burden, but that does not mean I am still not worried.

I try to focus on classes, but the teacher's voice sounds distant because I am immersed in my own thoughts. I continue to hear Katherine's voice in my head, a constant loop repeating every second, even the teacher's written words are transformed into the comments I read. I hear the sound of my heart in my ears and I notice that it is difficult for me to breathe. I close my book and put my notes in my backpack and get up. Everyone whispers and looks at me when I do it, starting to suspect me. They do not know what I am going through, they do not know what I have seen and I do not blame them. But I hate when everyone talks about me. Not even the teacher says anything, they simply do not care what we do, we are adults to decide whether to stay or not, then the results of our efforts will be seen in the grades. And the truth is, right now that does not matter to him.

Once I get out of class, I go in search of a vending machine to get a bottle of water. I lean against the wall while I let the liquid soothe my dry throat a little from nerves. I release a big breath of air when I finish drinking, squeezing my eyes shut. What can I do? I am someone who always manages to fix things, but this is impossible for me. As much as I have tried, I have not found anything. I drop the bottle to the floor and slide down the wall, resting my elbows on my knees. I should have stayed at her house that night, if only to watch a movie and sleep on the couch. Keep her company after what happened at the bar. "The water bottle has not done anything to you for you to throw it like that, Mr. Miller" I look up and see Professor Begum, with several newspapers in her arm. I am surprised that she came today when her daughter's funeral was yesterday, but I can tell by her eyes that she has been crying “. And please stop looking at me like a lost puppy, I don't need your pity.” She turns around and I stand up, picking up the bottle. I cannot let her leave without telling her the truth about my friend. "Albert has not killed her daughter, Professor Begum" I say harshly, defending Al ", he is not a bad person, he would never hurt anyone. He respected your daughter the last day he saw her.” Begum and her cold eyes stare at me. She takes a breath and tilts her head, looking at me ignorantly. “Mr. Miller, if I have learned anything in these twenty years in journalism, it is that people know how to manipulate you well to appear what is not—“ "But Al is not like that!" “Mr. Fisher was the last one with my daughter” she does not yell, but from the tone of her voice it sounds like she is yelling at me, “and I'll do everything I can to get him kicked out of this college. Do not make me do the same with you, Jacob, because you're also on my list of suspects and I'm sure the dean doesn't want to lose a gem like you.” I keep my gaze, trying not to get upset. Begum turns around again and leaves quickly. Her heels echo down the hallway. I bow my head and also turn around, putting the bottle in my backpack, walking away from there. They can kick me out if they want, but not Al. He has made an effort to get here, they offered me to like a dog that gives its paw to its owner because they asks for it. I wonder if I let myself be sold just because they had a genius at their university. One of the classrooms opens and Jeremy leaves there. When he sees me he is surprised. “What's wrong with your face?” He asks me, approaching me “It doesn't look like you slept well.” “Rather, I have not slept, I have spent the whole night—“ I remain silent looking at all the people around me. It would not be a good idea to tell him here in the middle. I bite my lip hard. Jeremy is also my friend, maybe I should not leave him out on this. "I have to tell you something." I whisper so no one will hear us. My friend nods as he adjusts his glasses, looking at me with concern. We go to the stands and I start to tell him everything I saw. He pays attention to me without interrupting me, making an interested face. “And what are you going to do?” he asks me and I see that he is paler than he already is. My story seems to have affected him “Will you go to the police?” "No, I cannot go without proof." I answer with a sigh. Jeremy begins to move his leg quickly and then stands up, nervous. He paces up and down the stands, mumbling things again. “Jake, I think I know where you can get information.” he says suddenly. I frown, quite confused. How does he know that?

I decide to go find Albert so that he can also accompany me to Jeremy's explanation. He agrees to skip the next class with me, also tired of all his classmates talking about him. Unlike Albert and me, Jeremy lives with his parents. He does not like us going, because his mother always offers us cookies that she baked. We love it, her cookies are the best we have ever tried, but for Jeremy, it is as if she did it to buy our friendship, something that is not true. We sit on the bed, leaving the tray of cookies on the desk, while Jeremy sits in the desk chair, looking at us. “First of all, I want to tell you that don’t laugh at me-“ “Jer, Jake has posters of '80s movies along with a playlist of soundtracks and I collect anime and video game figures... Luckily those are at my mother's house, but I think that what you are going to tell us is not going to seem funny to us.” Al smiles at him, returning to his natural state. I watch as Jeremy blushes and I roll my eyes at Albert's words. I guess if Jeremy also has some fanaticism like us, I would understand why he fits well in this group. “I do not have a soundtrack playlist.” I lie, although it can be seen from my face. “Dude, don't lie, you have a whole list downloaded illegally on your computer, I saw it when I needed your program to work.” <<Do he know my password? I must change it to one that is not a movie reference.>> Jeremy takes a breath and turns around, starting to type. “There is… There is a web page that talks about various topics such as occultism, criminology, legends—“ “Do those things suit you? “ "Well, let's say it's like a hobby to relax after studying" he answers Al, with a laugh “. Here it is.” He moves away, indicating that we should come closer. We get out of bed and see a black forum with red letters. It has skulls on the sides that vines with thorns come out of the hollow of their eyes and mouths. A little tacky in my opinion. Although legends have never been something real to me, more as a simply reading. “Dark Mystery forum.” I read the words aloud in a gothic-style font. “So our Jeremy is a fan of the dark world.” Al jokes. "Hey, I said no laughing at me." Jeremy defends himself. “Alright.” I sigh, scratching my eyebrow, even more confused “And what about this?” “In the criminology section, there is a person who seems to be dedicated to investigations” he move the mouse searching and hit the topic, many of them with conversations asking a certain Miss Skellington about theories or they ask for help on some topics that do not even have to do with criminology “. Well, actually this person is all over the forum, but here she shows off quite a bit, it's not that she's an expert, but some of the times she has been right when a case has appeared in the news in which someone asked about her.” “ ‘She’?” I see how Al raises an eyebrow “Do you mean that she is a woman?” “Is there a problem with that or are you sexist?” Jeremy counterattacks. "It's not just…I didn't think girls liked being on this forum." he replies awkwardly. “You would be quite surprised.” Al nods and I am inclined to read some posts. The truth is that the way she writes is quite direct. Nothing seems to be left unanalyzed and she gets angry when the topic they asks does not fit into that section. She take the forum too seriously.

I keep my eyes on the screen, reading that girl's words. If it is true that many times her theories are not correct when the motive for some crimes is revealed, but others do, and I see that the ones he gets right are the ones Agent Connors. "Wow, he's already making that face." I hear Al say. “What?” I quickly turned my head, looking at him confused. “The face that interests you” a mocking smile appears on his face “and quite a bit.” "I do not look like I am interested." I defend myself, crossing my arms. “Actually, yes, you're putting it” Jeremy agrees with a nod and Al agrees too, making a sound in his throat. I sigh, returning to look at the screen, continuing to read. “Is there a topic that talks about what happened to me?” I ask trying to change the subject. “Surely there is, I mean, there are many topics and, a web page that appears and disappears without a trace, it is surely an interesting topic on this page” I hear Jeremy say “. Although if you want to ask Miss Skellington, I wish you the best of luck, she hasn't logged into the page for thirteen days and she's not on Facebook either, apparently she has said that he will take a break.” “And do you know why?” Al asks curiously. "No one knows, but who knows? Maybe she'll show up if Jake texts her that he needs her help, she's always willing to help.” I tap the mouse thinking about his idea. I don't think she is of any use, I mean, what could she do? Nothing. If I have tried everything to return to that page, neither has she.

After spending a while at Jeremy's house, we decided to return to school, at least for the next classes. I wish I could say that being with my friends calmed me down a little, but now it was the awareness of not wanting to ask for help from a complete stranger. What if I was wasting her time? Or maybe she was already tired of all those topics and she did not want to be bothered. But it is someone who had a high level on the forum, which meant that maybe she could know something and I do not deny it, I am desperate to find Katherine before they hurt her. And if Miss Skellington can help me, why not try? It costs nothing to try. Except that…. For that, I would have to create a Facebook account to contact her, because I do not have any social network. Do online role-playing games count? The thing is that as long as I have the chat, I do not need another way of communicating with other people. So, as soon as I finish my last class, I go straight to the apartment to create one for myself.

I sit in the chair, watching the computer. The main page of Facebook is asking me for my information, are I sure that is a good idea? Maybe I make it worse if I use my real name, maybe she does not help me knowing that I am a suspect, it is quite common that no one trusts me. They almost kicked me out of the store when I went to buy something for a quick dinner and a couple of energy drinks. I look around the room, looking for help finding a pseudonym. That is when I fix my gaze on the 'Labyrinth' poster and notice Davie Bowie. Okay, maybe I can use the character's name, I can get rid of that maybe if Hannah has an account, I will stop her from looking for me. I put any last name and the only real thing I put is my date of birth. I am looking for the famous Miss Skellington. It does not take me long to see that her photo is the same as in the forum. Her account is not private, so I can read her posts. She does not seem like someone who talks about her private life, quite the opposite: She is reserved, she answers people directly and without detours. Her way of telling things is in great detail, even in the photos she has in abandoned places. She describes them as if they were people who have been abandoned by human warmth. I try to calm down by taking a breath and reading her latest post. Jeremy was right, she has not been online for thirteen days and everyone wishes her luck. If I write in this post, will it reach her? I hesitate for a long time about doing it, the people here seem to already trust each other and I will be an intruder in the community they form. I go for a drink to calm the nerves of my parched throat. I take a deep breath and write to her urgently asking for help, maybe then I can convince her. I wait and wait for her to speak to me, but there is no answer. I guess it is true, that she has left the social network. I will remove the page when I receive a chat message. My heart races with nerves. It has taken longer than I expected. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Miss Skellington Hello Jareth, what do you need? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I smile when I see that I have caught her attention. Alright, now what? What do I tell her? Shall I get straight to the point? I introduce myself? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Miss Skellington You know I can see that you’re online, right? You are new on Facebook? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I look at the chat tab that the page has minimized. Indeed, it appears that I am connected. I dry my hands sweaty from nerves. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth Yes. Noticeable?

Miss Skellington Well you have nothing on your page So I guess someone told you about me

Jareth A friend told me that you are good at research and theories.

Miss Skellington How do he know?!

Jareth Through the forum.

Miss Skellington Ah okay… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A rather strange reaction. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Miss Skellington Well, what do you want? I was busy

Jareth Sorry if I bother you.

Miss Skellington No, I’m sorry I’m a little stressed about homework

Jareth I guess university is very stressful.

Miss Skellington Rather the high school ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I threw myself back almost in a jump. What do she mean high school? But was not this girl older? “Shit, this is not good.” I pull out my cell phone and text Jeremy, seeking an explanation. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Why did not you tell me the girl was a teenager?

-----Jeremy has connected-----

Jeremy She is? I didn’t know

Jake How could you not know?

Jeremy Because I've never spoken to her in private

Jake And you tell me now?

Jeremy So she’s a teenager? Yes, she must be interested in that world

Jake Focus Jeremy! I cannot talk to her.

Jeremy Don’t do it Just ask her if she know anything about your topic and investigate until you find something You also don't have to act like her friend or anything, just ask what you're interested in knowing ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I clench my jaw tightly. Maybe if I think of her as if I were talking to Hannah, it would be easy for me. And like Jeremy said, I do not have to be friends with her. Perhaps it is also the desperation of wanting to find Katherine who I am going to agree to continue our conversation. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Miss Skellington Heeeello All good?

Jareth Yes, my apologies. It is just that I was surprised.

Miss Skellington Why? Were you expecting someone older?

Miss Skellington Well, Facebook has a block option if someone bothers you So if you just want to be a pervert to me or waste my precious time, then I'll block you ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I open and close my mouth, reading her words, it really surprises me, but I suppose it must not be the first time that a stranger speaks to her in private. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth I promise I will not waste your time. And that I am not a pervert either. I am just desperate to seek help. It is about my friend Katherine Beinh, I do not know if it sounds familiar to you.

Miss Skellington Yes, it sounds familiar… The police can perfectly do that

Jareth If I could ask them for help, I would. But I have no evidence to prove what I saw.

Miss Skellington And what did you see?

Jareth I received an email from a website where my friend was going live in a kind of live snuff.

Miss Skellington What? A live snuff?

Jareth Do you know what a snuff movie is?

Miss Skellington Yeah… But I prefer not to think about that…

Jareth Sorry. Well, the fact is that it was a page called ‘The corner of the poor souls’, does that sound familiar to you?

Miss Skellington Yes, I have read it on the forum It’s supposed to be an email sent to you by the “Master of Ceremonies” It's totally random, but so far it hasn't reached the police Which makes me suspect that they must have a database of thousands of users on who it can reach and who it can't

Jareth Really? I am not saying it is not possible, but something very serious.

Miss Skellington But I'm sorry to tell you, no one has ever been able to reach the owner of that page or its users, it is well protected So your friend may be lost forever... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I close the chat avoiding reading those words again. I rub my face nervously. In the end, what I have done has been wasting time talking to this girl. Katherine is lost forever. I will not be able to get her back. That feeling again that I am short of breath, that this is going to drag me down for life. I hear the chat notification sound and look up a bit, I had a message from her. I click on the chat and read her words. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Miss Skellington Wait Jareth, can you tell me more about what you saw? It's not every day someone talks about that mysterious website

Jareth It is not a game, you know?

Miss Skellington Do you think I don’t take it seriously? I am worried about the people who have visited that page I don't even want to imagine how many disappearances have occurred because of it

Jareth Okay, I will tell you what I remember. Although I remember everything, it has been etched in my mind.

Miss Skellington I imagine, sorry...

Jareth In that direct, Katherine asked the person who would not say anything and many people wanted to pay for something to be done to her. One of them asked why it took them so long to kill her, who was in charge. And the master of ceremonies told them that it took days to decide the highest bidder.

Miss Skellington Are you sure of what you're saying?

Jareth Yes, why do you ask?

Miss Skellington Hmm… I want to look at something Jareth, I’m going to help you But I need more information to understand it

Jareth Information?

Miss Skellington I want you to write about Katherine and her disappearance, all the information you know, the people involved, I need to know everything

Jareth Alright…

Miss Skellington Well then wait for my news

Jareth Wait.

Miss Skellington ?

Jareth Do you have a name? I mean, calling you Miss Skellington is a bit long. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I read that it says that she writes, but she stops doing it. I wait a little longer until she finally writes. I let out a small laugh when I read the name. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Miss Skellington Sally

Jareth Is it your real name or is it because of your 'Nightmare Before Christmas' profile picture?

Miss Skellington Is your real name Jareth or is your profile picture of the king of the goblins? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I look at the photo I have in profile. It was indeed him, but because Facebook asked me to post a photo and I did not want to post one of mine in case I was pointed out. I blush seeing that she is imitating me. I could not be possible to be humiliated like this. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth It is my real name, the photo is because I am a fan of the movie.

Miss Skellington Uhu... And it’s clearly not because you’re embarrassed to use your real name because you’re asking a teenager for help 😊

Jareth You laugh at me?

Miss Skellington Not at all! Everyone is free to ask for help from who they know can do it Although it will cost you dearly

Jareth Wait, you have not told me that before.

Miss Skellington I kid you Jareth 😉 Wait for my news, you take care of what I have asked of you The more information, the better

Jareth Alright.

Miss Skellington Goodbye old man

Jareth I am not old. I am only twenty years old.

Miss Skellington Thanks for the information, now I know something more about you ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

And she disconnects. She has made me tell her something about myself without realizing it. I rub my chin thinking about who that girl really is. How did she manage to entangle me? Anyway, it does not matter, now I just need to make those notes for her, tell her everything from the beginning. From Bianca's disappearance, to Katherine's. And that she can also help Al and me clear our names, which means I have to tell her about my real relationship with Katherine. "But I already told her that I am Jareth..." I murmur, thinking of how to avoid telling her about myself. I guess I will have to talk to her about myself without her realizing I am talking about myself. “And what bothers me the most is that I am being bossed around by a teenager.” Let’s do the work ordered and wait for her message.

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Chapter 4

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writing-wh0re · 3 years

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Heyyy could I get some virgin!boyfriend!peter and virgin!girlfriend!reader, going down on each other for the first time and kinda discovering each other kinks like the reader likes being called a good girl and Peter loves having his hair pulled 🤪😩 sorry this is very specific lmaooo I trust u bby do whatever you want !!💜

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Peter Parker x Female Reader

Words: 1,563.

Warnings: Smut18+, Vaginal Intercourse, Loss of Virginity, Unprotected Sex, Male and Female Performing Oral, Praise Kink, Hair Pulling, Handjob, Soft Peter.

A/n: I hope you enjoy this!

*I think I'm slowly finding it hard to write for Peter because yes, I love him but just not as excited when writing* - But I'll figure this out.

Spending the weekend with Peter was something I was looking forward to this whole week. Finally time to ourselves, time alone that I hope we will both take advantage of and take our love to the next step.

I reach Peter’s apartment, using my key to let myself in as a peaceful silence hits my ears. I sigh in relief, thankful that Ned and Betty were away for the weekend and had already left. I rush to Peter’s room, dumping my overnight bag on the hardwood floor before making my way into the ensuite bathroom, wanting to get out of my work clothes.

The lukewarm water hits my skin, allowing my eyes to flutter closed in pure bliss at the feeling of relaxation. My day washes off my skin, happy to be taking it slow for the first time in nine hours. I don’t hear Peter call my name or his footsteps as I wash my body, the smell of my mango soap filling the air.

“Ah, baby there you are.”

I jump at the sound of his voice, a small yelp escaping my lips causing the tall brunette to chuckle at me.

“Jesus.”

“Sorry, did I ruin your peace and quiet.” Peter opens the shower door, the cool gush of air causing goosebumps to liter my skin. His eyes trail up my body, a proud smirk dancing across his lips.

“As a matter of fact, you did, I was enjoying my ‘me’ time.” I lean against the cool shower wall, showing more of my body to Peter which causes him to bite his lip.

“Mind if I join you?”

My heart skips a beat as I softly nod watching my boyfriend slip out of his clothes, his toned chest and arms causing a flow of arousal to pool between my thighs. I quickly look away from the god-like sight, splashing my face with some water to calm myself down.

Peter’s lips brush against my shoulder, kissing his way up my neck. I giggle at his actions, his lips causing a tingle to rush over me, excitement bubbling inside my stomach.

“I missed you.” His warm breath fans cool air across my wet skin, a love drunk smile present on my lips.

I spin around to face him, droplets of water dripping from his hair onto his nose. “I missed you more, I’ve been counting down.” I instantly blush at the words that leave my lips, knowing I sound like a complete dork.

Peter smiles at me with love and adoration, his lips kissing my nose.

“You’re adorable.”

I stand on my tippy toes, my arms wrapping around his neck allowing for our lips to meet. Peter smiles into the kiss, pushing me against the wall as I gasp, the cool tile coming into contact with my ass. Peter grabs my thigh, encouraging me to wrap my leg around his waist, I use the new angle to pull him closer to me, a soft moan escaping both of us as his cock presses against my pussy.

“Sorry baby.” Peter pulls away from me, his face filling with regret. “You’re fucking addictive.” His eyes trail up my body.

I reach out to grab his hand, pulling me closer to me again.

“Please.” Peter rests his forehead against mine, his eyes searching mine. A wave of confidence takes over me as I trail my fingers down his chest, causing his breath to hitch. Peter’s hand cups my cheek, pulling our lips together before moaning into our kiss as I slowly pump his cock up and down. His hand wraps around mine, helping guide my actions to reach his release.

Peter’s hand leaves my face, cupping my heat earning a gasp from me.

“You’re so wet.”

Butterflies erupt inside of my stomach, excitement and nerves starting to take over my senses. Peter slips his middle finger past my folds, rubbing my clit slowly as all of the nervousness washes away, replaced by pure bliss.

Peter keeps his eyes trained on his fingers, ensuring to take everything slow, both of us moaning at each other's actions. My eyes fixate on his dick, loving the sounds I am pulling from him as I continue to pump up and down, circling my hand from the base to the tip which causes a string of curse words to leave his lips. I fall to my knees, looking up at Peter through my lashes, his face filled with surprise at my sudden actions. I swipe my tongue across the tip of his cock, taking his length into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, his hand falling to the back of my head, guiding my mouth causing his hips to thurst.

“You’re good at that baby.”

“Such a good girl.”

His praise causes my clit to throb with arousal. I use my hand to cup his balls, massaging the skin as my tongue swirls around him, causing his head to tilt back and profanities to fall from his lips. I pull his cock from my lips with a pop, his strong arms pulling me up against his chest, our forehead's resting against eachother again. His finger slips back between my folds, circling my clit, my lips part with soft moans filling the air.

“I want you.”

Peter smiles at me before registering my words, causing his actions to halt.

“Please, I need you.”

Peter’s eyes search mine, looking for any doubt behind my words.

“Fuck me.”

Peter shuts the water off causing a sense of sadness to take over me.

‘Does he not want to have sex with me?’

Peter chuckles, sensing my emotions.

“I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good baby.” His words cause my breath to hitch and my heart to race. “But not in a shower, not for the first time.”

He laces our fingers together, guiding us to his queen bed, not bothering to grab a towel for either of us. I fall back onto Peter’s quilt, his body caging me against the mattress before locking our lips in a heated kiss, tongue and teeth hitting against each other, both of us excited for the next step in our relationship. Peter’s lips trail down my body, kissing and licking in between the valley of my breasts before his lips suck my thighs, littering the skin with his mark.

My fingers instantly grip onto the strands of Peter’s hair, his tongue slipping past my folds as my body tenses.

“Keep doing that.” I look down at Peter watching as his eyes flick to my fingers tangled in his hair.

His tongue goes back to circling my clit, his finger slowly slipping inside of me. A lazy smile fills my face, nothing but pleasure filling my body. Peter’s tongue causes my legs to shake, his fingers curling inside of me.

“Yes, Peter, yes.” I tug on his hair, attempting to pull him closer to my core, grinding my hips against his tongue. Peter moans against my clit, the slight vibration causing my mind to go fuzzy. My heartbeat slows, my breathing starts to become erratic as I feel the coil inside me tighten. Peter senses that I’m close, pulling away from me and earning a soft whimper.

“You’re cumming around me.”

I open and close my mouth, no words forming, another sense of nervousness settling around me.

“Baby, we don’t have to do this.”

I instantly shake my head, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of me.

“No, please, I want you so badly.”

Peter smiles at me, kissing my lips softly before lining himself up with my entrance.

“It will hurt, but only for a little, I need you to breathe for me and I’ll stop whenever you need.” I nod in response to Peter’s words, I hiss as his dick stretches my slick walls. Peter moans at the action, kissing my lips before whispering in my ear.

“You’re doing so well.”

“My gorgeous girl.”

“I love you so much Y/n.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of me, both of us moaning at the deeper angle.

“I love you Peter.” I whisper, rocking my hips up slightly. His hand falls to my hip, holding me still as he slowly thrusts in and out of me, building up a comfortable rhythm.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“So good, god Peter.”

“Such a good girl.” My pussy clenches around him as he praises me, a soft chuckle falling from his lips, knowing what he is doing to me.

“I-I’m cl-close.” Peter rubs my clit, the added pleasure causing my body to flush hot, my body tenses before I feel my release wash over me. Peter’s name falling from my lips, mixed with curse words.

“Fuck, Y/n, so good.”

Peter continues to rock in and out of me, my legs shaking at the sensitivity of my core. I watch his muscles tense, his fingers grip my hips tighter as a warmth fills me. Peter captures my lips in his before he slides out of me, his cum trickling out of my warm core.

“That was amazing.” I smile, my chest rises and falls, Peter’s the same as he pulls me into his side.

“I love you baby.”

“I love you so much Peter.”

It was safe to say, our weekend was spent like no other.

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shingia · 3 years

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hopefullyy this inspires u to write,,, can i request hc's of the boys getting jealous seeing their s/o work well with another person on a team/club? like good chemistry with a dance partner for example! (u can choose who u write but can it include iwa!!) <33

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS SEEING YOU WORK WELL WITH ANOTHER PERSON ✗

a/n : kdjfkdjdkdj i love this request omg ty ! i did half hc/half scenarios bc i thought the request fitted this format <3

-> iwaizumi, osamu, kuroo, suna, tsukishima

-> warnings : kuroo’s a bit suggestive (tbh i don’t know about the rest. it’s just... kinda hot? (tsukki’s only fluff tho<3))

-> reblogs are >>>>

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s jealousy was practically non existent until he actually saw you interact with your partner

• don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves your smile - but he especially loves to be the one who caused it

• he tends to get physically very protective of you, so expect his arm to stay wrapped around your shoulders most of the time. because to him it’s the easiest way to show the world (but especially your partner) that you’re his

• he also not-so-subtly offers you to wear his clothes on days when you have practice. and he secretly hopes that someone will ask you who they belong to...

« it’s cold outside. you should wear this ». iwa’s low and unannounced voice makes you turn around in surprise. leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe, he’s holding your favorite jacket in his hand - the one with his name written on the back, and you suspect that this might not be a coincidence... with a chuckle, you agree to put it on, noticing the proud spark in his eyes. « you know, i’m pretty sure everyone already knows i’m dating you » you tease him with a wink, all while also admiring the way his name takes up the whole width of your back. « oh yeah ? » he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans forward to rest his hands on the sink behind you. trapped between his outstretched arms, you watch his smirk grow just a little bit bigger as he lets out, very quietly, « well this is just a reminder... it better be the last ». his green eyes locked with yours could almost make you forget about his arm snaking around your waist at a painfully slow pace. almost.

— OSAMU

• look, he’s very happy for you. no doubt about it. but he’s so used to see people fawn over his brother that he can’t help but get a little protective from time to time

• since gifts are his #1 love language, he might buy you a workout-friendly piece of jewelry that you can wear during your practice

• he also insists on dropping you off and picking you up as often as his busy schedule allows it. especially since he learned that your partner was willing to give you a ride home...

• it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, obviously. he just doesn’t trust them yet

• and that’s why his kisses - and pda in general - are a bit more « intense » than usual

leg bouncing up and down, osamu is (very) anxiously for your conversation with your teammate to end. because after watching the entirety of your practice, he needs a little reminder that you two also have incredible chemistry together... a better one, even. so as soon as he sees you wave your teammate goodbye, he stands up straight, arms open just wide enough to welcome you against his chest. but instead of the chaste kiss you expected to get, you’re actually greeted by his left hand grabbing your sides while his right meets your lower back. disconcerted, you don’t even have time to say a word that his mouth crashes onto yours so eagerly that you have to lean back a few inches. « wh-what was that for ? » you pant as soon as his warm lips have left yours. « nothing. i love ya, that’s all » he smiles innocently, glad that you didn’t notice the cocky look he just gave your teammate who witnessed everything from afar... exactly as planned.

— KUROO

• passive agressive™️

• he would insist on properly meeting your partner but oh god they better brace themselves,,,

• because kuroo’s the kind of boyfriend that will shake their hand hard enough to make them yelp, all while having an angelic smile plastered on his face

• oh and you can forget being called by your name : he’s going to demonstrate the entire variety of nicknames he has for you. he might even come up with new ones just because he’s feeling « inspired »

• every single thing he says to your partner has to be a reminder that you two are dating. like « oh yeah they told me about this yesterday.. during our date ». just to make sure that there’s no misunderstanding.

« well... speak of the devil », kuroo hears you chuckle, your voice almost drowned out by his heavy breathing. he’s obviously planing on apologizing for being late... but not now. there’s something he wants to do first. still very aware of your partner’s presence right in front of you, he decides to securely yet eagerly wrap his arms around your waist before spinning you around proudly. « so... you guys were talking about me ? » he asks, glad to know that he’s the reason behind your giggles. « we were, actually » you answer a bit more seriously as he finally puts you down, still keeping both his hands on your waist. « well, i am your boyfriend after all... » he starts, interrupting himself to place a loud peck on your jawline. the only thing you can think is about is how awful this situation must be for your partner... kuroo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered at all, as shown by the way one of his hands discreetly makes its way under the fabric of your t-shirt to rest directly on your skin. « hands off, kuroo » you order him with a slap on the back of his hand. an offended gasp leaves his lips, yet he complies reluctantly, thinking that your partner probably already knows everything that needs to be known about him.

— SUNA

• he doesn’t really mind it... as long as you’re willing to cuddle once you get back from practice. if you’re not, then he’s gonna start to worry

• because cuddling is probably his favorite ‘boyfriend privilege’ and he doesn’t want it to be taken away from him

• his schedule is pretty tight so he might not be able to attend any of your practices, but he asks you to record it as much as you possibly can so that he can watch the videos with you afterwards

• and seeing how smoothly you and your partner move together definitely doesn’t help with his worrying

it’s been thirty minutes now, and suna’s still not done watching the videos you took today. he loves to share these moments with you, snuggled up against each other the bed ; but most importantly, he has someone to keep his eye on... « babe- are you 100% sure that this was part of the choreography? » he suddenly speaks up, his eyes leaving the screen for the first time. you quirk a curious eyebrow, more surprised by his unusually suspicious tone rather than by the question itself. « oh, the hand on my waist ? yes, rin. it was ». at your words, his lips press into a thin line, he’s obviously far from being convinced. but you know your boyfriend well and you’re quick to reassure him : « you know, his hand might have been on my waist but you’re the one laying in my bed right now ». the frown on his face disappears almost immediately - much faster than you would’ve thought, replaced by a much more confident expression as his hands start to gently stroke your sides up and down. « mmh, i guess you’re right.... i mean, at the end of the day, only i get to have ‘all of this’ for myself » he smirks, playfully eyeing you up and down until he can’t resist the temptation of your slightly parted lips anymore.

— TSUKISHIMA

• tsukki’s not jealous, he’s just... well.. cautious. or at least that’s what he tells you

• but, deep down, he knows that simple cautiousness wouldn’t make spend his days and nights stressing about this new partner of yours...

• so, after a few weeks, his impassible facade starts to crumble a little bit. nothing too extreme, but just enough to let your partner know that you’re taken.

• and he knows he doesn’t need to do much : one of his signature scornful looks is more than enough. especially when he’s staring at your partner dead in the eyes while you’re greeting him with a hug and a kiss after your practice

« tsukishima kei, i’m waiting for an explanation ». with a sigh, your boyfriend drops his book on the table, turning his chair around to face you. « i don’t have one, i already told you. you told me to introduce myself, and i did. end of story ». you both know that tsukki did not just ‘introduce himself’ like any other human being would have done. and that’s precisely what you’re trying to make him admit - because your partner looked genuinely scared during practice today. « wha- no, i didn’t look down on him. it’s not my fault he’s so short... » he mumbles under his breath, trying his best to avoid any eye contact with you. but you know that only a slight tilt of his chin upwards is enough to make his eyes lock with yours - and that this is enough to have him admit anything. « you’re jealous, kei. and it’s painfully obvious by the way... » you smirk - but this smirk disappears in a split second as he slowly gets up from his chair, towering over you like he usually does. « ok, maybe i am. but i just wanted to make sure that he knew his place. and especially mine » he finally admits, his lips spreading in a scornful smirk that would be terrifying if his eyes weren’t filled with the infinite tenderness he has always felt for you.

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reids-rendering-reality · 3 years

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Guys My Age

Summary: Y/N is the newest addition to the BAU team and Spencer appears to have taken a special liking towards her. The only problem is, he thinks he’s too old for her. However, that’s all about to change when they share a hotel room.

(A/N: I’m such a sucker for the hotel room trope so I combined it with two of my other favourite ideas: Spencer being older than the reader and catching her doing yoga)

Type: fluff + a sexual innuendo or two

Warnings: dirty thoughts, insecurity about age, age gap, anxiety, yoga?

Word Count: 2.1K

Spencer Reid’s POV

I pulled the handle of my satchel over my shoulder as I sighed. It was a very long day in a small rural town somewhere deep in Alabama. Everyone else had gone back to their hotel room, besides Hotch and I. There was just something about this case I couldn’t get out of my mind. The feeling of being so close to the final piece of the puzzle, as if it were on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t grip it. Yet I had to let it go for the night and get some rest. The much needed REM sleep could give me an entirely new perspective on this problem to me tomorrow. At least that’s what I hoped.

On the walk to the hotel room I was getting increasingly nervous, the more rooms I passed in the hallway. This small hotel did not have enough rooms to accommodate the whole team separately. They only had four rooms for the seven of us. JJ and Emily had immediately paired up, just like Rossi and Morgan. And Hotch being the team leader took the single room. Leaving me with our newest and youngest member, Y/N.

It’s not like I didn’t like her. That’s not what it was at all. Just, she made me a little bit nervous. She was so beautiful that sometimes I couldn’t get out any words around her. And that says a lot because I always have something to say. But as cheesy as it sounds, in some moments there is not a single fact that I can recall.

But the elephant in the room demands to be heard. She is younger than I am. And that by a lot. By exactly ten years and three months. That appears to be a lot. I don’t really know why, but that bothers me. We are both adults, but because of social conventions at our age, I feel as though it is inappropriate. Yet if I were 60 and she were 50 or I was 80 and she was 70, no one would even blink at the gap. Yet because we are young it matters. I feel sad when I think about it because I like her a lot. And when we talk I don’t notice the age gap. In fact, I’d even go so far as to say that it wasn’t even there at all.

What surprised me as I was having these thoughts and neared the room was the fact that I actually considered asking her out. Since Maeve I have not been on a single date. And who said she would even be interested in anything beyond a casual friendship or even colleagueship with me? That’s not even considering the amount of courage it would require for me to tell her. But it’s not like that would be a fruitful endeavour.

And that was the last thought I had before I reached the door to room 179. A prime number. Prime numbers would be my lucky numbers if there were such a thing.

As I rummaged around my pockets and satchel for the key card I noticed the sound of music coming through the door.

“Gotta thank him he’s the reason

That I’ll find what I’m looking for.”

I heard a woman sing over the sound of an electric guitar. I still hadn’t found my key card.

“Guys my age don't know how to treat me

Don't know how to treat me.”

My movements stopped when my brain registered the lyrics. Guys my age…?

“Guys my age don't know how to touch me

Don't know how to love me good.”

My breath hitched and I gulped, key card in hand. Did she mean that? Could it be possible that she would be interested in someone ten years older than her? The feeling of hope was beginning to form in my brain, scenarios of what could be clouding my vision. But they were quickly pushed aside by a dark storm of self-doubt. Because most people don’t listen to lyrics as closely. The lyrics to a song don’t mean anything to them. Did they mean anything to her?

I realised I had been standing in front of the door for way too long and gathered all my confidence to go inside. But nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. After closing the door behind me and tucking away the key card into my bag I turned around for the first time.

There she was. In the middle of the room in front of the two twin beds on a yoga mat. Her front leg was bent as she stretched her back. She was only dressed in skin tight pants and a matching bra that complimented the way her body was contorted. The soft light from the night lamp next to one of the beds made her skin glisten just noticeably as if it were glowing. I could feel my eyes widen as I my brain finally added up the pieces of what I was seeing.

“Oh, hi Spence!” she said gleefully turning her head towards mine, “I was feeling a little tense after sitting in that conference room all day. I hope you don’t mind.”

I didn’t even bother to attempt to talk, I could feel how dry my throat was and how my lips would not listen to any command I would’ve given it. So I just shook my head and pulled my eyes away from her as she moved her upper body towards the floor, holding herself up by her ellbows. I walked towards the beds in her general direction trying not to notice how gorgeous her ass looked now that her body was turned away from me. That I even had that thought surprised me and caused a blush to rise to my cheeks. I was thankful that she couldn’t see my face in that moment as I loosened up my tie. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, my attention drifted back to the song.

“Don't know how to love me good

So I'm never going back”

There was nothing in that moment that could keep me sane. My wildest dreams could have not come up with this scenario. It felt utterly unreal.

As the song ended I saw her change positions again from my peripheral vision.

“You’re awfully quiet today,” she said while turning the music down.

I noticed panic begin to fill my brain. She wanted to have a conversation.

“I um- it’s been kind of a long day,” I said and cleared my throat, while deciding whether or not it would be a good idea to turn around towards her.

“Have you been at the station the whole time? You must be exhausted,” she responded and continued when I didn’t answer, “I thought you could show me that show you’ve been gushing about.”

How was this real life? My brain began to lose control of my executive functions as my body turned around to face her. She was now sitting on the floor, legs stretched out in front of her, her hands wrapped around her feet as she looked up at me. The low-cut top she was wearing gave me a perfect sight into the curves of her-

I dared not continue that line of thought, already flustered enough as it is.

“Really? You’d be interested in watching that?” I said and blinked.

Her lips spread into a smile, twinkling her eyes, “Yeah, of course. The way you described it makes me really curious.”

“We could watch an episode or two before going to sleep, if you want.”

I just had to take this chance. Even if I could only begin to have a friendship with her, I wanted to be close to her because for some odd reason, I couldn’t bear to admire her from afar.

So not long after, I was setting up the odd hotel room tv to watch the show. It took me the entirety of her taking a shower so that I was only standing back up when she was walking out of the small bathroom in a white bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head. She smiled up at me as she walked past me, her hand brushing my arm so casually that I questioned whether it actually happened.

I hesitated again before sitting down on the bed. Was she going to get dressed in front of me? Because no matter how much my amygdala wanted me to see that, my frontal cortex wasn’t going to allow it. I forced myself to look through my satchel in an attempt to find a distraction as I waited for her next move. But luckily, she didn’t tempt my brain too much into overdrive.

I felt as if there was a higher power not willing to spare me for the night when she came out of the bathroom a second time, now something someone might call dressed. She was in a loose light coloured satin pyjama set that showed off her legs perfectly. And as if that were not enough to torture me for the night, she joined me on my twin bed with her bag of chips.

“I hope that’s okay with you, then we can share snacks,” she said so innocently that I almost believed it. But I could still hear the song ringing in my ears and I noticed her eyes take a short glance down at my lips as she said it. I was almost convinced that I wasn’t imagining things.

What really sealed the deal was that I noticed her scoot a tiny bit closer to me every once in a while. At first I could only feel the warmth she radiated, but after about 30 minutes I felt the bare skin of her arm against mine. My breath quickened, which I was sure she had noticed.

I knew the episode off by heart. Which was to my advantage because then my brain could run in a speed that I could barely follow. I tried my hardest to calm down a little bit, which was hard when I could feel the movement of her body as a whole-hearted laugh filled her throat.

“Y/N,” I whispered with all my courage. It was so low that I almost thought she wouldn’t hear it, but she turned her head towards me her eyes following a few seconds after.

Her eyes met mine and it was like I could feel my neurons firing electrical signals throughout my entire body. And just like that, in one swift movement she had grabbed my face by the back of my head and pulled me into her lips.

That was the first time that night that my muscles began to relax as I eased into the sensation of her soft lips moving against mine. It was as though I was beginning to lose myself in the kiss, all insecurities about her feelings towards me or my inexperience gone.

When she ultimately pulled away and rested her forehead against mine, we were both panting gently. My whole body felt warm with the feeling of her breath on my skin and her hands still in my hair. I didn’t dare open my eyes, still afraid that I would wake up from this idyllical dream.

We both didn’t know what to say as we pulled away further and looked at each other. I wanted to say something, to let her know how I felt, but once again, my brain did not follow my commands.

“Did you know when you kiss someone for the first time it causes your dopamine levels to increase for a short period of time? It also makes your heart rate and the oxygen supply to your brain to raise,” I heard my voice say in something between a whisper and my normal talking voice.

“For the first time, huh?” she grinned a little at me.

I reached for her hand and gently took it in mine. I moved her palm over my shirt to the centre of my chest. I could feel my heart race through her hands and I know she could feel it too. She looked up into my eyes again with a look on her face that told me all I needed to know.

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sadomas0chist · 3 years

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perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.6k

tags/warnings: penetrative sex, dom jean, fingering, praising kink, slight body worship, dirty talk, sneaky.

synopsis: your recent discovery makes you certain that you won't be able to control yourself around him and neither will he, hence you decide that it was time to make an agreement that was rather spicy.

a.n: hey babies! so i finally decided to turn this into a short series since some of you were intrigued with the idea of having a continuation for the previous part i wrote. i hope you like it, enjoy <3

“How was I supposed to know?!” I yelled as soon as Jean exited our apartment. I had put on a random t-shirt to follow Connie to his room, trying to convince him that I had no idea that I fucked his best friend.

“Y/n he literally told you his name is Jean and he was attending my party. You’re acting as you’ve never seen him before!” he scolded taking off his shirt and throwing it across his room.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Connie. The last time I saw Jean I was 16 and he didn’t look like that. He’s so fucking different now how was I supposed to know. And to be fair, he was studying abroad for I don’t know how many years, how was I supposed to know that he metamorphosed like that.” I motioned my arm out, my other hand resting on my hip.

He groaned, rubbing his temples before he looked back at me. “Look,” he spoke softly. “I don’t want to fight with you over this okay? You’re right, I should’ve told you that he was coming back. He graduated a year ago and was considering coming back to his hometown, here. Let’s just forget it all happened okay? It’s a simple misunderstanding.” I nodded, resting my head on his chest as he embraced me into a tight hug.

“Now go take a shower you reek of sex.” he snickered earning a punch on his arm. He winced rubbing his flesh, a proud smile setting on my face.

***

The week went by smoothly. I told Sasha and Hitch what happened and they both had different reactions. Hitch was gushing over the sex and Sasha on the other hand confessed that she forgot to mention that Jean was coming back to stay here. It’s okay though. We all passed it and I was working my ass off to finally graduate.

Connie was spending his days with Jean, which granted me a lot of peace and tranquility. At least, that’s what I thought.

I hadn’t spoken to Jean ever since we hooked up, figured that Connie already explained the whole situation and moved on.

Three knocks on my door broke my focus, a loud frustrated sigh leaving my lips. “What Connie!”

“Actually,” a voice on the other side of the door caught me off guard. “It’s Kirschtein. Can I come in?” A knot formed in my throat.

“Sure.” he turned the knob, slowly coming in. “Connie knows I’m here by the way.” I nodded, adjusting my seat.

“What’s up?” the tension was awkward. The tension shouldn’t even be present in the first place. But how could I not get aroused when he was wearing a black tank top showing off the tattoos on his sleeves with a pair of sweats. He looked effortlessly attractive.

“- and like I said it will never happen again. Y/n?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Never happen again. I’m very sorry but I need to finish this assignment.” He chuckled and nodded leaving me alone with my thoughts. Did I just make him talk to himself because I was too busy checking him out?

I shook my head, assuming that whatever he said wasn’t worth my time. Time went by rather quickly and the assignment was done earlier than I expected. It was already ten pm, and I had promised the girls I was going to meet up with them for some drinks.

I picked my outfit and applied some makeup. Simple and effective. We were going to spend the night at Sasha’s so I didn’t make much effort to look hot.

The place was empty when I left and I assumed that Connie was helping Jean to rent an apartment for himself.

Sasha’s place wasn’t very far from mine. As a matter of fact, it only took me ten minutes to get there. Once I got there, the girls were already ordering pizza and picking out some movies to watch.

“Hey whores.” I greeted them, earning cheers from Hitch and Sasha. “Oh my god, Mikasa I missed you!” I rushed to the dark-haired girl who was sitting on the couch and engulfed her into a tight hug. I haven’t seen Mikasa since I moved with Connie. We used to live together, but after she and Eren got together, he wouldn’t leave her alone. So I figured it would be best if I left and lived with my brother.

“I missed you too! I looked for you everywhere at that party where were you?” she asked taking a sip of her soda. Hitch began coughing dramatically as Sasha giggled next to her. “Oh quit it.” I teased rolling my eyes.

I ended up telling her everything, her face displaying a plethora of expressions. “I mean, Jean did change I can’t argue with that. But didn’t he recognize you?”

I shrugged. “I changed too. Puberty hit me like a truck.”

“Cheers to that.” Hitch raised her cup. We laughed and talked for hours. I missed going out with them like that. Fortunately, college will be over soon and I’ll have some time for myself.

Movies were playing in the background but we paid them no mind. We ate our food and cleaned the living room, not wanting to bother Sasha with the cleaning since she was having Niccolo over tomorrow.

I glanced at the clock that was hanging above the door. I gathered my stuff and tucked them in my bag, drawing all of their eyes on me.

“Already? Come on stay longer!” Sasha whined. I smiled softly at her and shook my head.

“I can’t, I’ll see you guys soon.” I waved at them and walked out of the door.

***

“Connie! I’m ho- what are you still doing here?” I froze at the entrance, my keys still hanging from my index finger, my eyes fixated on him as he only stood in basketball shorts.

“What do you mean what am I still doing here. I moved in here remember?”

Silence. Nothing but intense and awkward silence. Moved in? Since when?

“I told you when I came into your room. Weren’t you listening to me?” I stared at him blankly, not able to explain how caught in thought I was when he came into my room. I was too busy checking him out to care about what he was trying to tell me.

“Why didn’t Connie tell me?” I closed the door and locked it slowly, my legs feeling weak, the idea of living with him and seeing him walking around like that making me weak. And extremely horny.

“He said he’d rather if I told you. You know, break the ice.” he shrugged and walked forward, his chest now a few inches apart from mine. “You changed a lot from what I remember.” he lowly said tucking my hair behind my ear.

“So did you,” I replied, staring at his lips. He licked his bottom lip and held my chin between his fingers, forcing me to maintain eye contact.

I was a sweating mess. I still couldn’t believe that this was Jean, the horse face. What kind of water did he drink, and how did he get so big? Look at those muscles-

A sudden feeling on my lips interrupted my chain of thoughts. I soon realized that he held my bottom lip between his brown ones. “Kiss me back y/n, I know you want to,” he whispered, his breath brushing up my face.

It didn’t take me long to pull him to me, crashing my lips on his. He was intoxicating in ways I couldn’t understand nor explain. I needed him close to me at the moment and I didn’t care why.

“Yo, Jean where did you my video game?!” Connie’s voice boomed from the hallway, forcing us apart. Realization slapped my face when I looked at him and saw his cocky smirk. I just kissed him, even though I promised myself I’d never do anything with him ever again.

“I’ll get it!” he yelled back, the same expression resting on his face, his back facing the hallway. “I’d apologize, but you pulled me back. Anyway, I’ll see around beautiful.” he winked and began walking towards Connie’s room, his back muscles flexing at his movements.

What am I doing with myself?

***

The atmosphere felt nice. I couldn’t sleep so instead I lied down on my bed and watched the stars from my window. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened hours ago and how I had to sit with them and pretend as nothing happened.

Jean was certainly not the little boy he was years ago. He got more confident and a lot more handsome. He was fucking with me and I thought, why shouldn’t I fuck with him too?

After all, I know for sure he didn’t tell Connie anything. He’s too protective of me and if he knew, well let’s just say Jean would be moving out by tomorrow. He trusts him blindly and I honestly just think he doesn’t want me to hook up with him again because he’s just like him.

He likes to mess around. Not the type to stay in the morning after. But neither was I. I sighed and dragged my legs out of bed, my body following.

“Shit now I gotta pee,” I whined stomping slightly on the wooden floor. I ruffled my hair with my hand and slipped on my slippers. I was wearing Connie’s t-shirt, so it was long enough to hide my thighs.

I walked to the bathroom when suddenly a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me into the guest bedroom. My mouth was quick to be silenced by another hand as I was about to squeal.

My back collided with the wall, my hands pinned on each side of my head.

“Jean let me go.” I struggled to get out of his grasp but he kept grinning at me. “Sure.” He let go of his grasp.

I looked around to notice a towel on his bed. “I was going to take a shower but then I heard your footsteps, couldn’t let you get there before I did.” He walked away, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

“Is that all?” I cocked my eyebrow, crossing my arms. He looked me up and down before saying: “You tell me. Need anything else?”

I looked at him briefly, calculating my next move. “An agreement. Connie can’t know.”

“Fuck yeah.” he dropped his towel and stepped closer to me, holding my face with his hands as he crashed his lips on mine. I kissed him back instantly, my fingers finding their way through his hair.

His tongue slipped in, caressing mine. His hands went down my body to squeeze my ass, pulling me even closer to him. My hands traveled across his bare chest, going over his pecs and then gliding one hand down his abs, while the other sat on his shoulder.

We pulled apart, his arms going under my thighs to pull me up and sit me onto the mattress. He walked to the door, locking it before he looked back at me.

Jean crawled over my body, caging me between his arms. “Divine.” he smiled and sat up, his hands tugging at my top. I helped him take it off and threw it on his chair. I was nude underneath him. It wasn’t the first time, yet he still looked mesmerized.

He licked his lips, his fingers tracing my cunt before dipping into my entrance. I arched my back at the sudden intrusion, trying my best to remain quiet.

“I missed your little cunt.” he chuckled massaging my insides slowly. I gasped, my hand immediately covering my mouth.

He rubbed my bud with his thumb, his pace never changing. It was torturing and slow, but I knew we couldn’t make a lot of noise nor make lots of movements that could awake Connie. We had to go nice and easy.

My legs squirmed, the combination of playing my nipples and watching him touch like he does driving me to the edge. My eyes rolled to the back as he added a third finger, my walls clenching tightly around them as I felt myself orgasm around them. “Good girl.” he praised with a chuckle, removing his fingers from my opening.

“Suck your juices off come on.” he tapped my hand, motioning me to remove it and take his fingers in. I stuck my tongue out, his ling digits finding their way down my throat making me slightly gag. “I didn’t know you were such an obedient girl.” he cooed, as I sucked off my arousal.

Jean sat back up, removing his shorts along with his briefs, his erection slapping on my lower stomach. “As much as I’d love you to suck me,” he paused pumping his cock. “I have to say that I miss being inside you.” And with that, he slid all the way in, his mouth silencing my moans.

He stayed still for a while, his eyes staring into mine intensely, almost as if he was trying to tell me something. I nodded my head, his hips moving at my signal. His thrusts were slow and deep, going over every spot. I wrapped my arms around him, my forehead resting against his, as he breathed heavily.

“I want to fuck you dumb, but he’ll hear your moans.” he taunted rolling his hips, his tip almost hitting my cervix. “So good.” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him, my heels digging into his lower back.

“Jean…” I was close and my legs were a shaking mess. “That’s right baby, say my name.” he breathed in my ear, slightly speeding up his thrusts. I bit onto his shoulder, my orgasm ripping through my body.

I tightened around him, his strokes getting sloppier. It came to my attention that he wasn’t wearing protection, and I wasn’t about to get adventurous like last time. “Jean… pull out…”

“Beg.” was his only reply to which I complied. “Please, anywhere, just not-“ He harshly pulled out, and instead of jerking himself on my stomach, he reached up to straddle my chest and stroked himself. “Open.”

I stuck my tongue out, his hand now replaced with mine as I jerked him off, ropes of cum shooting down my throat. “Such a good girl.” he chuckled, rubbing his hand over his face.

He got off me and pulled his hair back using both hands, his naked body walking around the bed to grab some tissues. He cleaned off my arousal and handed me some to clean the corners of my lips.

“If only you could see how messed up you look,” he smirked and threw me my t-shirt before grabbing his towel and sliding on his shorts.

I put on my top and got off his bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and internally yelled at myself. I looked like a mess. My hair was tangled and my skin was all sweaty. Guess I have to take a shower too.

I looked over at Jean to see him staring at me with an amused look on his face. “What?” I cocked my eyebrow. He shrugged and smiled at me. “Connie and I are going out to get some lunch tomorrow. What’d you say?” he requested.

“I mean yeah sure. But Jean he can-“

“Can’t know alright.” he rolled his eyes. We stared at each other for a minute before I decided to leave his room.

As I made my way past him, his hand flew to cup my swollen cunt. “This belongs to me.”

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kenzies-love-stories · 3 years

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Who’s Gonna Tell Sam pt.2 (Paul Lahote x Reader)

A/n: Finally the much a waited part 2 is here! we dive a bit deeper into the readers past issues at home, Jared has a big mouth and Emily is playing match maker. I cut part 2 off where I did because it was getting long. Fear not though part 3 is going to pick up where this one left off. This is poorly edited and I apologize for that I just couldn’t wait to get this out!~ 🖤Kenzie🖤

Type: Fluff just fluff, reader has issues at home that made her move but it is nothing descriptive.

tag list: @venusdelaroix i know you asked about part 2 let me know if you want to be added or taken off the tag list.

posted: September 7 2021

word count: 3005

Y/n Young is a 17-year-old girl has been sent to live with her Aunt Emily due to some family issues and how her mother was handling them. Y/n tries not to resent her mother for choosing to send her away to La Push Washington instead of dealing with their problems as mother and daughter. Y/n felt as if her mother was giving up on her, it made her feel like she wasn’t worth it. She finds that the cold sandy beach that is in La Push dulls in comparison to the warm sandy beaches back home in California.

y/n Pov

It has been about six months since Paul had imprinted on me, and we are pretty much attached at the hip. The only time we are not around one another is when I am at school and late at night when Paul is on patrol. I am honestly very surprised that Sam still doesn’t know what Paul and I are to one another.

Speaking of Sam, he is currently with the rest of the pack, aside from Jared who is with Kim across from me at the kitchen table. Emily is in the kitchen making her oh so famous muffins and I am crocheting another square for my blanket.

I slightly pause when I hear Kim ask, “has anyone else noticed how calm Paul has been lately? It is honestly kind of strange, but not unwelcome.”

I go back to my work as I hear Emily answer while filling up muffin pans, “Yeah! I also noticed that.”

I freeze dead in my tracks when I hear, “It’s because of the imprint, the more he is around y/n the-”

I cut him off by yelling “JARED, SHUT UP!” but it was already too late, the damage was done.

“Y/n I am so sorry-” Jared starts

I cut him off, “It’s fine.” I put my hook down and make eye contact with Emily

“y/n/n is that true?” she softly asks coming out of the kitchen to sit next to me.

“Yes, it is, but Paul and I are not together in that way, I told him that I could really use a best friend right now. I didn’t completely shut down that idea either though, I just want to get to know him for him before that happens.”

“Does Sam know, why am I just hearing about this now?” she asks in confusion, knowing Sam he would have made a bit of a scene.

“No, Paul and I want to be the ones to tell him. We just don’t quite know how to yet.” I pause, “we made the guys promise not to say or think about it, I am actually surprised that Jared managed to last as long as he did.” I laugh playfully glaring at him.

“Hey! what are you trying to say kid!?!” he questions pointing at me.

“That you have a big mouth.” I joke holding back a laugh, when I hear Kim laugh.

“Oh, you little shit! I’ll give you a five second head start.” he says before standing and kissing Kim on the cheek.

I squeal and take off out the back door where I see a shirtless Paul, Embry and Quill. I sprint towards Paul and dunk behind him grabbing on to the back of his shoulders hiding. He looks over his shoulder at me in concern, “Y/n/n what’s wrong are you okay?”

“Jared may or may not be after me!” I exclaim as Jared comes running out of the house scanning the back yard.

“Where are you, you little shit.” he shouts and looks towards Paul. “Of course, um Yeah. NOPE!” he exclaims then goes back inside to Kim.

I come out from behind Paul to see him smirk down at me, “what was that about.” He asks pointing to the door.

“Jared um he slipped up and I told him he had a big mouth.” I state nervously as I hear Embry and Quill laugh.

Paul worriedly asks, “who was around when this happened?”

I pull Paul into a hug to calm us both down, “Only Emily and Kim, luckily.” I say into his chest savoring the warmth of his body.

He pulls me closer and rests his chin the top of my head, “So, I am assuming Emily wants to have a few words with me?”

“Yeah, she does.” I say while pulling away from his warm body. He sighs nervously and nods before walking inside. I decide to stay outside with Embry and Quill

“So, where’s Sam?” I ask

“Emily’s and his anniversary are coming up soon, so he is out looking for gifts.” Quill states

Paul POV

I walk into Sam and Emily’s with my palms slightly clammy. Emily is far scarier than Sam is when she is angry. “Hey Emily I heard that you wanted to talk to me?” I ask once I reach her kitchen table.

“Yes, I do, Kim can you and Jared please step outside for a few minutes?” She asks after putting something into the oven.

I see Kim start to drag Jared towards the slider, “of course.” She says before closing the slider behind her.

We both sit down at the table, “Paul I heard that you imprinted on Y/n.”

“Yes, I did, Emily, I promise you I didn’t mean too.” I start to defend myself when she cuts me off.

“Paul it is okay, I know you can’t control that stuff. Just know that y/n has been through a lot, I don’t know what she has told you about her mom and that is not my place to tell you those things but just know that she has a hard time letting people in. She has a bit of abandonment issues and if you of all people abandon her too, it would just crush her. I can see that you mean the world to her and I haven’t seen that look in her eye since her dad. I just don’t want to see her hurt.” Emily states while making eye contact with me.

“She has not told me much about what she has gone through but I can assure you with confidence that I have no intention of ever hurting her or leaving her side. Emily just seeing her sad during a movie sends a pang of pain to shoot through my chest. I know that she only sees me as a best friend and by all means that is enough for me but the more, I get to know her beautiful soul the more I start to fall in love with her. Like the only thing I want to do is keep that smile on her face.” I honestly vent to Emily.

“I am really thankful to hear that, I know you will protect her with your life and because I feel that I don’t have anything to worry about I promise I won’t tell Sam.” She states, “That was all, I just wanted to touch base with you.”

“Thank you, Emily,” I say before going outside to spend some one-on-one time with y/n before Sam gets back.

y/n pov about a week later

Emily had of course been true to her word and has not uttered a word to Sam about Paul’s and I connection. Though she has been slyly playing matchmaker and finding ways for Paul and I to be together. Like this morning for example, “y/n come get your lunch!”

I run down the stairs taking them two at a time until I make my way to the kitchen. I grab the brown paper bag from Emily and I noticed she is dressed up, “Thank you Auntie, um why are you so dressed up? Aren’t you just dropping me off at school.”

“For Sam and I anniversary this year I bought us tickets to a music festival a state over, we will be gone for about a week. Paul is coming to get you for school today,” She pulls me into a hug and in a hushed whisper says, “You will have the house to yourself just no funny business.”

“Really!” I exclaim “Have fun Auntie.” I say as Sam makes his way downstairs with two backpacks.

“Y/n are you sure you are going to be okay here alone?” he asks stopping in front of me.

“I’ll be fine Sam I promise. You two go have fun you deserve it.” I muse before pulling him into a tight hug.

I pull away and hug Emily one more time, “Thank you.” I say very quietly into her ear.

“If you need anything, call Jared or Quill.” Sam states with a hint of a smile on his face.

“Will do Sam, I love you guys!” I exclaim as they are walking out, I hear a “We love you too!” in reply.

I watch them pull out of the driveway and then I look down at my current outfit, with a sigh I quickly run up the stairs to change as I was not planning on seeing Paul until way later. I rush back down the stairs when I hear a knock on the door. I quickly fix my hair before I pull open the door with a smile. I am greeted with Paul’s warm presence.

I grin big, “Good morning, Paul.”

“Someone is cheery this morning.” Paul says before opening his strong arms, I happily walk into them allowing his warmth to comfort me for a minute.

All to soon I pull away and grab my backpack before I close the front door. I then put my house key in the lock, then check the door to make sure it is locked. “Can you let the pack know that the back door is open for them. Sam and Emily are in Idaho at a music festival for the next week or so.”

“Really when was this, no one told us anything.” He asks while walking us to his truck.

“Yeah, Emily surprised him, they left this morning. Emily said that I have the house to myself for a week or so.” I reply nodding in thanks as he opens my door for me. My heart swoons and butterflies swarm in my belly as he closes the door then jogs over to his side.

“Really?” He asks as he starts the truck.

“Yeah, would you want to have a sleep over, Emily said that it was okay.” I ask while admiring his side profile as he focuses on the road to get me to school safely.

I see Paul’s cheeks start to slightly flush before he answers, “of course, I would love to as long as Emily said it was okay.”

The ride to school was sadly quicker than I would have liked it to be. I sigh in distain as he pulls up in front of the school. “I am sorry I have to leave you at this hell hole y/n/n.” Paul states

“it’s fine Paul there is only three more months until graduation.” I state before deciding to be a bit bold, I then lean over to press a quick peck to Paul’s warm cheek. “Bye Paul see you after school.”

I see his cheeks deepen in color and he stutters, “k-knock them dead cutie.”

I giggle and open the truck door, shutting it behind me and walking towards what Paul describes as hell. I meet Seth by the front door as always, “Good morning, Seth.”

“Good morning y/n/n, did I just see Paul drop you off?” he asks holding the front door to the school open for me.

“Yeah, Sam and Emily are on their way to Idaho for a music festival.” I state walking with him to our first period of the day.

"Really!?! Why wasn’t I informed about this?” He asks sitting down at his desk next to mine.

“Emily bought the tickets for their anniversary so Sam probably didn’t know until late last night. That would explain why everyone was left in the dark.” I state before getting out my blue notebook for Chemistry.

The rest of my school day drones on uneventfully and much to slow for my liking. However, the final bell finally rings, signaling that it is three o’clock meaning school is out for the weekend. I rush to my locker as fast as my feet would carry me. I place all the things that I do not need for the weekend, slamming my locker shut I check the lock to make sure that no one is breaking into it. Not that I am worried at this school, it is a force of habit for going to school in California for so long.

I pick my backpack up off the floor, swing it over my shoulders before I start to push my way through the bodies all trying to make it to the exit first. I let out a breath of relief as the fresh crisp Washington air hits my face. I quickly glance around the parking lot looking for Paul’s truck which I find in the front row. With excitement I run over to his truck and gently pull open the door, “Hi Paul!”

“Hi there, how was your day love?” he asks.

I start to tell him about my day as I get in his truck, I only briefly stop to gently pull the door closed. After I am all done with my day, I glance over at Paul to already see him looking at me. “So,” he starts before continuing nervously, “I got Quill to cover my shift for patrol tonight, do you want to go to an arcade with me?”

A big smile breaks out on my face, “Paul is that even a question, I love arcades! I honestly can’t wait to see your face when I whoop your ass at Ski Ball.”

“Oh yeah, you think so?” he teases

“I know so hotshot.” I fire back.

“Awe you think I’m hot.”

“That is beside the point.” I squeak embarrassedly

“Yeah you- Wait seriously, you really think I’m hot?” he has surprise laced in his tone

“Yeah, Paul I do, have you seen yourself lately.” I reply with a new found confidence.

“Well, the feeling is mutual, I find you particularly eye catching as well.”

“Thanks Paul,” I giggle as I noticed he entered the freeway, in confusion I ask, “Paul where are we going.”

“We are going to a little hole in the wall arcade in Seattle, I used to go there all the time as a kid.” he replies like it is the most obvious thing in the world.

“Okie cool.” I reply placing my backpack at my feet on the floorboard. I feel my cheeks heat up as the embarrassment sets in finally, Paul found out that I thought he was hot...You are allowed to find your best friend hot...right?

I am brought out of my trance by Paul turns on his radio, “We can listen to whatever you want to y/n/n.” Paul mutters before signaling over.

“Thank you very much but I actually wanted to talk to you a bit about why I am currently living with Emily.” I reply before shakily turning the dial down again so he can clearly hear me.

“y/n/n, you know you can always tell me anything, I am not going to judge you, ever.” I noticed that we entered the exit that is going to take us to Seattle.

“Okay, so after my dad died about six years ago my started to go off the deep end. I started to rebel her rules in hopes that I would get the attention that I needed from her. “I pause to breathe before continuing, “however, nothing seemed to work. She became so wrapped up in drugs and her boyfriends that she couldn’t even remember my birthday the last two years. At sixteen I was crying alone in my bedroom. By my seventeenth I was in my friend's basement getting tattoos hoping my mom would notice that I was growing up without her. The only thing I got when I got home was an ass whooping and a plane ticket to Washington. I am kind of glad that I was sent away in some sick since because it led me to you and at this point, I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.” I state looking at the hands in my lap trying to ignore the sting in my eyes. I was so focused that I didn’t even notice that he parked the truck.

He gently lifts my chin up to look into my misty eyes, “Thank you for trusting me enough to share this with me, y/n you are never going to have to feel that way again. You are surrounded by so many people who love and care about you. We notice you, and we are not going to forget another birthday of yours ever; Babes you are not alone anymore I promise.”

Tears start to slip out of my eyes that I couldn’t notice the tears that are clouding Paul’s eyes. I unbuckle my seat beat and scoot over to Paul’s warm welcoming body. I hug him tightly, “thank you.” I feel his arms tighten around me as I cry into his neck, soaking the shoulder of his tee shirt.

“Hey little love it is okay, no more tears; you said something about tattoos, may I see them?” Paul carefully removes my face from his neck and gently wipes the last of my tears.

With a small smile I pull away to take of my cardigan, “you can see one of them, it is actually kind of ironic.” I take off the ace bandage that covers my forearm when I am at school. “I cover it when I am at school.” After my forearm is free, I gently push it towards Paul.

“Is that...a wolf,” he asks gently tracing it.

“Yes, it is. I let my friend Eric practice on me and I must say it hurt and I am lucky it came out as good as it did.”

“Was this his very first piece.”

“No, the tattoo that is on my hip is the very first one ever.” I state with a nod.

“You let him see you hip.” He asks with a bit of joking jealously

“Paul I was I crop top,” I laugh, “It was not even like that, he has a girlfriend.”

“Oh, well could I see it.” he asks wiggling his eyebrows slightly.”

“Maybe one day,” I tease back, “now let’s go play some Ski Ball!” I exclaim before getting out of the truck.

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what a shame it would be - rodrick heffley

in which rodrick takes a few too many shots...

cw: underage drinking, swearing

word count: 3,228

~~~

Great victories deserve great parties.

That was the way of thinking at Crossland High School when it came to homecoming. After weeks of anticipation from the entire student body, the Crossland football team had defeated their rivals with one touchdown in the last five minutes of the homecoming game. It didn’t matter that half the school didn’t care much about football to begin with - with a victory that big, there were bound to be parties all over town.

As a varsity cheerleader, you weren’t surprised that you were invited to the biggest homecoming party in town. And you weren’t surprised by the atmosphere when you arrived, either.

Music blasted in your ears as you entered through the backdoor of the crowded house. Cheerleaders were laughing so loud you could feel it in your whole body, people were drunkenly dancing and making out with each other on the dance floor, and the football team was taking a celebratory round of shots for their biggest win. Hell, you even saw the student body council and academic decathlon team on the dance floor. Bottles upon bottles of all kinds of alcohol were being pulled out at the bar - kegs of beer, bottles of tequila and vodka, and a giant bowl of punch that was being spiked with a frothing drink. Still, the abundance of alcohol wouldn’t last long at a party this big. But before you could get to the bar to get your pick, you heard your name being called from across the room.

“Y/N!”

There were too many people covering your view to see who called you when you turned around, but you knew exactly who it was coming from. It wasn’t too hard to weave your way through the drunken couples and football players to find him.

Rodrick was leaning against the basement’s doorframe, wearing his favorite Converse, a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, and his Loded Diper t-shirt with a cargo jacket. He ruffled his unkempt, raven hair and took a long swig from his solo cup.

“Give me your keys.”

You raised your eyebrows, stifling a laugh. “Well, hello to you, too.”

After taking another sip of his drink, he held out his hand. Rolling your eyes, you took your lanyard and dropped your keys in his hand, which he put in the pocket of his jacket.

“There we go.” His mouth quirked up into a smirk. “I thought you said you’d never go to another homecoming party again after last year. You still owe me for that, you know.”

Memories of Rodrick holding you steady as you stumbled to his van and slurred your words resurfaced in your mind. You couldn’t hide the tinge of embarrassment that crept up on your cheeks.

“I wasn’t that drunk.”

“Do you or do you not remember me having to brush your teeth because you forgot how to do it yourself?”

Your once pink cheeks now turned scarlet. Still, you couldn’t help but laugh at the memory.

“Fine. But I definitely don’t owe you anymore after being the only reason you didn’t fail physics last year.”

He paused, taking another drink from his cup. You could tell the alcohol was beginning to slow his thoughts already.

“I guess I stand corrected.”

You cursed yourself for being sober, wishing you had more confidence to flirt with him. You swallowed the forming lump in your throat and attempted a compliment.

“Look at you, making yourself look nice for homecoming. You even got the new converse and eyeliner and everything.”

God, that couldn’t have been worse. You mentally facepalmed yourself as the words left your mouth.

He chuckled. “Well, I’ve gotta make myself look nice if I’m gonna get one of these cheerleaders to go home with me, right?”

Your embarrassment dissipated into a twinge of disappointment. Quick to cover up any sort of reaction, you cleared your throat.

“I’m gonna go get myself something to drink. See you around, Rodrick.”

You heard him call out a warning about “knowing your limits,” but you didn’t turn around or respond. At first, you were only planning to get buzzed tonight. Your disappointment, however, made a change to your plans.

“Hey, Y/N,” your friend, Allison, said from the bar with a wave. “What do you want to drink?”

“Something strong,” you insisted. With a nod, Allison filled a solo cup with vodka and topped it off with the frothing punch.

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” She asked as she handed you the cup. You took a swig, ignoring the way the alcohol burned your throat.

“Who knows,” you sighed. “I just got back from talking to Rodrick.”

Allison raised her eyebrows. You paused for a moment, but you gave in to the temptation of getting your feelings out. “Every time I try to flirt with him, I feel like he ignores it. Or worse, he just brings up other girls.”

“Maybe you’re just not flirting hard enough,” Allison suggested. Her comforting smile became smug, pointing to the solo cup in your hand. "Or maybe that liquid courage will finally get you to tell him how you feel.”

The taste in your mouth turned sour at her teasing. Last year’s drunken shenanigans seemed harmless compared to any hypotheticals of you blurting out “Hey Rodrick, I’ve had a crush on you since last homecoming!” and forgetting it by morning. You placed your cup on the bar, deciding that your original plan of a buzz was the safer option. “Actually, I think I’m gonna stick to beer tonight.”

Allison let out a laugh. “Whatever you say. But your feelings are gonna eat you alive at some point. You’re gonna have to tell him how you feel eventually.”

“Emphasis on eventually. See you, Allison.” You gave her a small wave and went out to the dance floor, hoping to find some of your friends and dance your way into forgetting about Rodrick.

~~~

As the wild night began to die down, waves of stumbling high schoolers started leaving the party. Watching the clock hit 3 AM, you decided that it was time for you to head home. Waving goodbye to your friends, you made your way out of the house and to your car, more than ready to open the door and practically fall asleep at the wheel and-

Damnit.

That asshole still had your keys, didn’t he?

Pulling out your phone, you called Rodrick, nearly praying that he didn’t already leave. As you put your phone to your ear, you heard another phone’s ringtone go off. Muttering a “what the hell?” under your breath, you looked up from your car.

Rodrick was standing on the sidewalk across the street, holding onto a streetlight pole as though it was taking everything in his power not to fall.

A noise of both amusement and concern left your lips, and you hung up the call and made your way over to him.

“Hi,” was all he said. His eyes were glazed over and a sheepish smile was spread across his face.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Oh, how the tables turn, huh?”

“I don’t,” he paused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You let out a laugh. “You’re drunk off your ass.”

“No, I’m not!” He blurted out defensively. You cocked your head, giving him a do-you-really-think-you’re-gonna-convince-me look. After a moment, he sighed. “Maybe I’m a little drunk.” He let out another sigh, but it quickly turned into a fit of giggles.

Suppressing the thought that his drunken giggles were extremely cute, you draped his arm over your shoulders. “Come on, drummer boy, let’s get you home.” Rodrick leaned his bodyweight into your side, trying not to fall in the middle of the street.

“I like that nickname.”

“Where’d you put my keys?” You asked him. Instead of answering, he broke into another fit of giggles. With a sigh, you pushed down your embarrassment and started rummaging through the pockets of his jacket. He leaned his head into the crook of your neck, making butterflies swarm in your gut. You tried your best to ignore them and finally pulled out your keys from his pocket, helping him into the passenger seat of your car.

“Wanna hear something funny? I wanted to take home the cheerleader with me. But now the cheerleader is taking me home.” His smile turned into a smirk as he buckled his seatbelt, and you reminded yourself that he was only joking.

“You’re a pervert.”

“You’re pretty.”

Your eyes widened at what Rodrick had just said. The next second, you couldn’t be more thankful that it was too dark to see the blush on your cheeks. You believed that he meant what he said for a second, but the smell of alcohol on his breath brought you back to reality.

“You’re really drunk.”

“You’re really pretty.”

Instead of responding, you started the car and turned on the radio, hoping that it would act as a distraction.

Pulling out of the driveway, you started the drive home. You heard Rodrick laugh again from the passenger’s seat. And then he placed his hand on your thigh.

Your eyes widened in shock, and you tried to stop your breathing from turning shallow. “What are you doing?”

“Flirting with you.”

Your cheeks burned at his direct manner, but you reluctantly took his hand off your thigh. “You can’t flirt with me when you’re drunk.” Pulling into his driveway, you helped him out of your car and to his front door. You grabbed the spare key from under the doormat and opened the door.

After helping him to his room, you filled up an empty glass with water and grabbed a bottle of pain medicine from his kitchen, bringing it upstairs and placing it on his nightstand.

“Here’s for tomorrow when you have a hang-“

“I don’t remember how to take off my shoes.” Rodrick looked up at you from where he was sitting on his bed, his blank stare turning into another eruption of laughter. “I sound like you right now.”

You sighed, letting out a chuckle. You took off his Converse and his jacket, placing them in his closet.

“Well, as long as you don’t need anything else I better get going-“

Before you could finish your sentence, Rodrick grabbed you and pulled you onto his bed. “Can you stay a little while?” Your cheeks burned even brighter, and you knew he knew it too. His flirting was overwhelming; you thought you were going to explode from the butterflies. Still, you managed to stay somewhat composed.

“You need to sleep.”

“I don't want to sleep.”

You shook your head, but the look on Rodrick’s pleading face was enough to convince you. “Fine.”

“Why don’t you let me flirt with you?”

“What?”

Rodrick was looking directly at you. “I always try to flirt with you. And then you act like I’m just joking.”

You wanted to tell him that he didn’t know what he was talking about, that he was just drunk and the alcohol was talking. But Allison’s words of advice were echoing in the back of your head.

You’re going to have to tell him how you feel eventually.

“Because I didn’t think you could ever be serious about actually liking me.”

His eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. “Of course I’m serious. You’re the prettiest girl in school, you like good music, and you’re just so nice. And pretty.”

You let out a chuckle. “I bet you weren’t thinking those things when you were brushing my teeth for me last year.”

"Yes, I was," He moved a piece of hair from your face. “That’s when I realized I had feelings for you, Y/N.”

The smell of alcohol on his breath was enough to make you want to burst into tears. Here you were, laying on Rodrick Heffley’s bed, close enough to make out the dark outline of his pupils, and you were confessing how you felt for him. And he wouldn’t remember any of it in the morning.

“Can I kiss you?”

His abrupt question silenced your thoughts. “What?”

He closed his eyes and started leaning in for the kiss, but once you processed what he had just asked, you pulled away. “Not right now.”

“Why not?”

You took a deep breath, trying to slow your racing heartbeat. “Tell you what. If you wake up tomorrow and you decide that you still want to kiss me, you can kiss me.”

He thought about your offer for a moment. “Okay. But tomorrow feels so far away.”

“Tomorrow won’t feel far if you go to sleep.”

He smiled and buried his head into your side. “You’ll stay until I fall asleep, right?”

“Right.”

“Promise?”

You felt the urge to cry again. You knew that every promise made tonight would be broken by tomorrow.

“Promise.”

You laid in his bed as his breathing slowed into soft snores. Taking one last look at him, you gently climbed out of his arms. As much as you wanted to stay, wanted to wake him up and confess every feeling you had for him, wanted to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him, you knew that would be wrong. You had to ease the inevitable future pain as much as you could.

So you grabbed your keys and left, not finding it in you to look back.

~~~

When Rodrick woke up, he could barely find the energy to open his eyes. The ache he felt across his entire body was throbbing, but he fought the urge to give in and go back to sleep. Opening his eyes, he saw a glass of water and pain medicine sitting on his nightstand.

Considering how awful he felt, there was no way he put that there. Taking two of the pills and downing the glass of water, he tried to connect some of his memories of the night before. As the medicine started to set in, some of his fuzzy memories began to clear. Taking a shot of tequila with his bandmate, taking another shot of tequila with his bandmate, your face turning bright red when he reminded you of when he took care of you last homecoming.

Even though he’d never find the courage to admit it, you looked cute when you blushed. And he always seemed to have butterflies in his stomach around you after last year's homecoming party. But there would be absolutely no way he would ever admit that.

You probably were the one that got him home last night. He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed that you saw him that drunk, even if he’s seen you even drunker before. He hoped he hadn’t said anything too humiliating to you last night.

His stomach twisted with another wave of embarrassment. What had he said last night?

He stood up, noticing your jacket laying on the other side of his bed. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and unknown embarrassment. He picked up your jacket and grabbed his keys to his van, ready to give it back and thank you for getting him home last night.

But when he picked up the jacket, more memories flooded his mind. You laying in his bed, him pulling the hair out of your face, you being close enough to him that he could have kissed you.

Oh, shit.

He ran to his closet and threw on his converse, too frantic to even tie them. Running out the door, he practically jumped into his van and started the drive to your house.

~~~

You sat on your porch, drinking a cup of coffee and enjoying that crisp October air on your cheeks. Thankful that you didn’t have even the remnants of a hangover, you were certain that every upperclassman at Crossland was sporting a massive one.

You opened your phone and anxiously twiddled your thumbs at the keyboard. You wanted to text Rodrick and ask him how he was feeling, but you were too nervous to contact him after last night. Hell, you weren’t even sure if you would ever be able to look him in the eyes again.

Your concern for him overshadowed your embarrassment. No matter where your relationship with him stood after last night, you still cared about him. Pulling his contact up on your phone, you typed a short message.

Morning, sleepyhead. You feeling ok after last night?

But just as you were about to hit send, you saw a van barreling down your street from your peripheral vision. You didn’t need to see the messy writing on its side to know who’s van it was, either.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Did Rodrick remember what happened last night? Was he here to reject you, to tell you that he couldn’t even be friends with you anymore? You wanted to run inside your house and pretend you weren’t home, but you felt frozen in place.

The van pulled into your driveway, and Rodrick stepped out from the driver’s seat. He was still wearing the same outfit from the night before, but he had his drumsticks in one hand and your jacket in the other. He ran up to your porch, almost frantically.

“Y/N?” He said.

You took a shaky breath, trying to act as casual as possible. “Hey, Rodrick, you feel okay after last night?”

“I’ve had worse hangovers. Er, you left my jacket at my house.” He handed you your jacket.

“Thanks.” You shifted on your feet nervously, looking for the right thing to say. See you Monday? Sorry I confessed my feelings to you last night?

Rodrick looked down at his feet. “Can we talk?” He blurted out.

A plethora of curses went through your head, and you felt the urge to run into your house and curl up in a fetal position until you disappeared. Still, you stayed standing where you were.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Last night, did we,” he anxiously twirled his drumsticks in his hands, “did we kiss?”

Your eyes widened. He did remember last night.

“Well, you wanted to kiss me.” Your stomach churned, and your head was swirling with so many thoughts that you couldn’t stop talking. “But we didn’t kiss because it was just the alcohol talking and I know you didn’t actually want to kiss me and that last night was just the alcohol and I get that you wouldn’t want to kiss me which is totally fine and really it’s no big deal-“

“It wasn’t the alcohol talking.”

Rodrick looked up from the ground and stepped closer to you. You had never seen him look more serious in your life.

“Y/N, everything I said last night. I meant it.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve... I’ve felt this way about you for a while. And I know I’m not a serious person, but I am really serious about this. And I really, really like you.” He took another step closer, and once again, he was close enough that you could see the outline of his pupils.

“So about that promise we made last night,” your breath hitched in your throat, “I think it would be a shame if we broke it.”

“You’re right,” Rodrick’s shy smile spread into a smug grin. He lifted your chin so your faces were barely inches apart.

“It'd really be a shame, wouldn't it?.” He said, closing the gap between your lips.

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