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callmelola111 · 11 months

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guilty conscience ☆ part two

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synopsis: it’s your first year at college and you’re 1,500 miles away from home. you’d feel completely alone if it wasn't for your attractive roommate ellie. will this attraction complicate already uncharted territory? or will she be the answer to all your problems?

|✯| pairing & wc: college!ellie williams x roommate!reader. wc: 2.1k

|✯| cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), fem reader, modern au!ellie, HEAVY ANGST, some swearing, a hint of sexual themes, cat

a/n: this was so fun to write. i love causing drama <3. apologies in advance for how angsty it’s gonna get but i promise it will all be worth in the end !!

Through the weekend you and your new roommate Ellie went to some campus events to kickoff the new semester and got to know each other better. You guys bonded over music and had even made each other playlists. It was sweet. Time flew when you were around her, and suddenly, it was Monday, and the first week of classes.

You woke up extra early that morning. Ellie was still fast asleep in her bed so you had to get ready in the dark, but you didn’t mind, she looked so pretty lying there. You finished getting ready and loaded up your green canvas backpack. As you reached for your keys about to head for the door, a groggy voice piped up.

“Not gonna say bye to your favorite roommate?”

“Ellie, you're awake! Good morning, happy Monday!!” you replied, a little too chipper for Ellie’s liking

“Damn, up at 8am and wishing me a ‘happy’ Monday? You’re crazy.” she teased. You giggled a little but then glanced at your phone to see the time and the giggles halted.

“Listen I’d love to stay and chat but my class is in 10 minutes and I don’t even know where the building is…” You gave a slow, sarcastic laugh and opened the door to the hallway.

“Have a good day at class- if you actually make it” she threw her head back with a chuckle.

“Ellsss, seriously? Stoppp.” you drug out your words with a whine. That's when Ellie’s eyes got wide and your face got red, realizing what you had just called her.

“Nicknames already?” A cocky smile spread across her face. She loved seeing you get all flustered. You were cute, almost in a pitiful way.

“I- Ellie- I meant Ellie. Jeez, I’m sorry.” Your eyes locked to the floor, avoiding whatever face she might’ve been making in reaction to your stupid slip up. A string of “no’s” from Ellie quickly follows your apology. You looked up to meet her gaze

“Call me Els, it’s cute, you’re cute. But you’re the only one who can. Got it?” she winked playfully. The red that filled your cheeks from embarrassment became even redder with Ellie’s shameless flirting. Was she like this with all her friends? You wished to stay home all day and weigh out the possibilities but there was no time to think now.

“Okay, well uh, see you later Els.” You couldn’t help but smile ear to ear knowing how she felt about the name.

“See ya hun.” And with that, you were off to class, a skip in your step. You had made it just in time. You surveyed the rows of seats looking for an open spot to grab. You notice one next to a girl with short black hair, covered in sick tattoos. She looked like just the type of person you’d wanna be friends with so you made your way across the room to her.

“Hey, is anyone sitting here?” you inquired. The girl looked you dead in the face, grabbed her backpack from the floor, and shoved it into the empty seat.

“Yeah. My backpack.” she replied with a straight face followed by a middle finger. You stood there, mouth open in shock. Like, what the fuck did you do? You were about to snapback until a voice coming from behind retaliated first.

“I thought mean girls were just a highschool thing? Guess not. Hey, newsflash!! We’re in college now, so maybe you should stop being a cunt and grow the fuck up. Yeah?” Your jaw dropped even further this time. The pathetic excuse for a bully sunk into her chair, head down, knowing she just got ate the fuck up. Your new savior switched her gaze back to you.

“Hi I’m Dina! Maybe you’d wanna sit with me instead?”

“Of course I’ll sit with you, that was totally badass, you’re like my hero! I’m y/n!” You climbed over the row of seats and plopped down next to her. Before you knew it, class was over and you were exchanging numbers with your new friend. You hardly even remember what the professor was saying in class, as you were too busy whispering back and forth with Dina.

The evening rolls around and you finally head back to your dorm. You couldn’t wait to tell Ellie about the insane day you just had. You stepped out of the elevator onto the 4th floor and the sounds of music bellowed down the hall. It became louder the closer you got to your room. Once you reached your door, you realized it was Ellie. You walked inside to see her sitting with a sage green electric guitar propped up on her right knee. She slid her hand down the neck of the guitar, veins popping as she switched her fingerings to play a new chord. You could’ve watched her all day if she hadn't noticed your stare and stopped playing.

“Like what you see, pretty girl?” It’s like she knew how desperate you are for her. Of course you get red in the face and fumble for a rebuttal just as cocky as hers.

“You calling me pretty Els? How cute.” Your tone is laced in sarcasm and your eyes do a dramatic roll.

Ellie was quick with it, “Yeah y/n, I am. You got a problem?” She was staring you down with persistence. The eye contact was getting intense, but you were too enamored to answer her question, despite it being a simple “no”.

All you could spit out was, “uh, I gotta pee.”

“Okay weirdo thanks for letting the audience know” she replied laughing, obviously mocking your odd public statement. That was your queue to quickly retreat to the bathroom. You pulled down your pants to reveal the obvious wet spot. It was getting embarrassing how aroused this girl could make you without even doing a thing. Luckily you actually had to pee because Ellie was right outside the door and could hear everything. And of course, she had to let you know.

Mid-doing your business, she yells through the door, “damn girl, you really did have to piss.” Your palm hits your face like muscle memory. She was so stupid.

You walk out of the bathroom and wash your hands while vocalizing your annoyance to Ellie. She turned the corners of her mouth downwards making the cheesiest frown ever.

“Soooo how was your first day?” she asked, dragging out the “o” to fill the lull in conversation.

You turned to her, brows furrowed, and replied “Good and bad.” Ellie’s curious, wide-eyed look turned sincere as soon as you said the word bad.

“Bad? Already? Tell me about it. Are you okay?” She seemed genuine in her response so you spilled about the mean girl you had met in your class earlier this morning. She sat in silence, hanging onto every word you said. She wanted you to know she was listening and that she cared.

“I’m so sorry y/n, that girl sounds like a total bitch. You did nothing to deserve that kind of treatment. You want me to go give her a piece of my mind?”

You laughed, but you knew she meant it, “that’s okay, someone already did. That was the good part.”

“Oh, who?” Ellie’s demeanor shifted, like her chivalry was being threatened.

“This cool ass girl in my class, Dina.” The corners of your mouth upturned just saying her name. Ellie’s face remained neutral and you couldn't tell what she was thinking.

“When she overheard that girl being rude she totally whipped her head around and told her off. She even called her a cunt. It was so awesome.” you continued, eye’s beaming.

“Then she let me sit with her and we talked literally the whole class. Afterwards, she gave me her number so we could make plans! Totally worth being bullied by a random stranger.” You were so consumed by telling your story that you didn’t notice Ellie’s face completely drop. She almost looked pissed off. When you realized, your face dropped right with hers.

“You alright?” you questioned, not understanding what happened. Little did you know, your story stomped all over Ellie’s ego. She was envious of the way Dina seemed to make you feel.

“Oh yeah, everything's fine over here” she retorted with a hint of sarcasm that felt too minuscule to acknowledge aloud.

“So then, how was your day?” you said, moving on from whatever that was.

“Mine was good. I met someone too.”

“How cool! We both made friends on the first day-”

Ellie was fast to answer, “Oh no, she’s not a friend.” Your puzzled look urged her to continue.

“She actually hit on me, so I gave her my number. She was sooo damn fine too.” All that followed was silence. Jealousy consumed you, just like Ellie wanted.

“What's that? Cat got your tongue?” Ellie scoffed and then flashed you a twisted smile. Your feelings were hurt, you’d never seen her act this way before. Even behind her usual sarcastic remarks you knew she was genuine. This time you weren’t so sure. For lack of an appropriate response and the silence continuing to drag you tried to change the subject.

“SHE? You’re gay?!” you exclaimed, pretending to act surprised, but failing.

“Thought that was kinda obvious kid…” Kid????? Who did Ellie think she was? You were so over this conversation, but she kept on going.

“Anyways, do you think I should go for it?” she sat there smirking, waiting for your response. 5 minutes ago you might’ve told her no because you wanted her for yourself, but after this show of character, you just let her have it.

“Sure, I bet she thinks you’re ‘soooo fine’ too.” you said, completely monotone and pissed off. Part of Ellie felt disappointed you didn’t fight for her, but she realized she had no right to feel like that. She was the one playing games with your feelings, not the other way around. In an attempt to save the conversation she decided to bring up her gig.

“Hey, by the way, if you liked my guitar playing, you should totally come to my band's show this weekend.”

“Wouldn't you rather bring your girlfriend?” you remarked. Ellie felt ashamed for triggering this side of you. Everything she said was true, but she could've just kept it to herself. Ellie had hurt you on purpose, and all out of spite.

“I really want you there y/n. It’s important.” she answered, trying to recover. There was a softening in your eyes.

“Fine, I’ll be there.”

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The week rolled by quickly and the usual flirty banter had died down ever since that conversation. You were too busy with school to stay angry at Ellie, but too proud to try and win her back.

Soon, it was Saturday, the night of Ellie’s show. You sat in front of the mirror ridiculing the makeup you had just applied before she interrupted.

“You better put some pep in your step little lady. We’ve gotta go.” You broke eye contact with yourself to look up at her.

“I promise you look fine, don’t worry.” Ellie reassured, already knowing what you were thinking. You loved how she could read your mind.

Soon, Ellie, her band, and you, all arrived at the venue. You found a spot in the back to sit and wait as they set up to perform. Everything is fine, until out of the corner of your eye, you see devil incarnate hanging around the bar. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You quickly whipped out your phone to text Dina about your rotten luck.

After letting her know you looked up to see Ellie walking towards you. Perfect timing.

“Ellie, oh my god, oh my god” you said, antsy to tell her the news.

She met your energy, “What?? Tell me!!”

“Guess who’s here.” you coaxed.

“Idk who?”

“It’s that girl who-”

Before you could finish, “that girl” was now part of your conversation.

“Ellliieeeee!!” she squealed, flying into her arms. (WHAT THE FUCK?!) They both turned to face you and Ellie could tell something was up. Your eye was practically twitching.

“Y/n, this is Cat. She’s my uh-”, Ellie proceeded with caution, “she’s the girl I was telling you about.” You were riddled with disbelief.

Cat interjected, “don’t be coy Els, we’re practically dating.” and then shot you a conniving smile. It was like a huge slap to the face. In fact, it was more like getting kicked in the stomach a couple times. You were winded just standing there. As you searched for the right words to say, your eyes began to well up with tears.

Ellie immediately noticed, “did something happen y/n? You were just fine?”

“Actually, you know what ‘Els’?”, emphasizing the nickname and the promise that came with it, “I was just leaving.” As those last words escaped your mouth, tears began to stream down your face. Feeling absolutely humiliated, you stormed out of the venue, not looking back once. This is the last time Ellie will make you feel inferior.

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starstruckkittensweets · 1 year

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A little bit of Levi angst inspired by the new AoT premiere. Season 4 Part 3 spoilers ahead!

He’s shaking again. He blames it on the scars, the damn ODM gear he’s forced to assemble onto his body. His body hasn’t fully recovered, it’s too soon to go back out into battle like this. But it’s not like he has much of a choice; it’s either die in here or die out there...and he's made his decision already.

A soft curse slips through his mouth. The damn trigger is acting up again, he’s not used to holding it with just two fingers. His muscles are straining, fingers quivering beneath the pressure, his heart leaping in his throat, mind a blurry mess—

Something warm closes over his fist. Warm and soft. And suddenly you’re kneeling down in front of him, staring up at him in that way you do, as though he hung the moon and stars. It does nothing to quell the fluttering in his chest.

“Hey,” your voice is soft and gentle, matching the look in your eyes, the way you clasp his trembling hand in yours. Wondering if he can feel you shaking too. “It’s alright. I’m here, okay?”

And Levi feels sick all over again; because as much as he’s grown to love you, as much as he admires your strength and courage and the hopeful look in your eyes...this is the one time he wishes you weren’t here with him.

Maybe you’d be safer if you’d stayed on the island. Maybe then you wouldn’t be staring certain death in the face. Maybe then you could forge a new life for yourself on the island. Start a family, a business, explore the uncharted lands of the island—whatever it is, it’s bound to be better than this.

And yet you’re here of all places, adjusting the straps of his ODM gear, tracing your nails over the space of his hand where his missing fingers should be. Leaning over and kissing him right on his bandaged cheek, right on the ragged scar that spans across his eye and lips.

Get out of here while you still can. Go with them on the ship, you’ll be safer there. The kids need you. We can handle this ourselves, you don’t need to get yourself killed like this.

But he knows better than to ask that of you. You’re the type to throw yourself into the fray without any regard for yourself; always eager to lend a helping hand, even at the cost of your life. Something he used to despise, something that still makes his teeth clench together and his hands twitch around nothing.

“We’ll get through this, okay?” You’re still smiling, albeit a little shakily, and you’re holding his hand a little tighter than before. “I promise, we’ll be fine.”

And Levi wonders, as you pull him close to your chest with a kiss, if he can allow himself to believe you, even just for one fleeting moment.

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labrxnth · 2 months

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Prison Break- Part 10 (Leon Kennedy x Reader Series)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER

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WC: 5348

CW: Alcohol, SMUT VERY MUCH SMUT, oral, vaginal, dubious consent (If you squint. They both had like one drink)

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait, take this as my apology. This is also my second time ever writing smut so uhhh take it as it is.

Summary: You and Leon go to a holiday dinner hosted by your friends. But surprise, you're feeling melancholic.

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The freshly fallen snow had covered the surroundings of Washington D.C.. Looking like icing or a weighted blanket, it brought a chill yet a warmth. This season had the tendency to do this to you, after all this was the holiday for nostalgia.

Your footsteps crunched on the snow as you made your way through the hip level gate into the front yard of the small house. Being from the north, “farming country” as the people in Boston called it, it always amused you what people would consider a yard. For most of America it meant a small area in the front of the house covered with dead grass. There were no woods here.

There was no place to run like you used to as a kid.No place to explore uncharted, besides people.

You would rather deal with the isolating darkness in the woods than try to figure out people. But, you were trying and that’s all that mattered.

A hand brushed up against yours, finding it and slipping into it. The warmth being spread even through layers of gloves and mittens caught your attention, bringing you back to reality.

Your head turned to your right as the one person you may have just figured out stood next to you.

“You okay? You seem a little spacey,” Leon’s voice asked, a billow of smoke coming out of his mouth into the freezing cold.

“Yeah, just homesick,” You replied.

Leon’s eyebrow raised, asking a silent question. Wasn’t this your home?

With a sigh, you leaned closer to him, shoulder to shoulder and still walking in tandem. “As much time as I spend here, I’m not sure it’ll feel like home,” You said.

“Maybe that’ll change,” He replied. His arm raised to wrap around your shoulders and pull you into his warmth more. “But I get it, I still miss my life from before… everything.”

“Will it change?” You asked as the two of you stopped on the small wooden porch. Your eyes met his.

“The way I’ve learned it is that connections make a place home. You have friends here now, at least more than you used to,” Leon said and shrugged. “And y’know, you have more important people too.”

You stared blankly at him, confused at what he was hinting at. After a few seconds of silence between the two of you, Leon looked away,

“My girlfriend doesn’t think I’m important to her,” He added, feigning offense.

Your eyes widened as your arms wrapped around him in an apology. “You confused me,” You said, frowning at him. “I thought you were talking about a family member or something,” You grumbled.

Leon stared back at you, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips. “Oh so I’m not a-”

He got cut off by you grabbing a fistful of snow and throwing it at him.

“Jesus (Y/n), you are a thirty-two year old woman,” Leon said, wiping the snow off and spitting the parts that got in his mouth out. You would've thought he was being serious if it weren’t for the glint in his eyes.

“Don’t be a dipshit,” You said lightly and helped him get the snow off his face.

“I thought you like my wit and charm,” He said, his voice carrying that teasing cadence that you had come to learn.

“Who told you that? I’m only dating you for your looks,” You said facetiously, a grin on your face.

“I don’t blame you.”

You were about to say something back when the front door suddenly opened in front of you. In the door stood Chris Redfield. He had on an ugly Christmas sweater with a garble of words on it that you couldn’t make out, a reindeer antler headband, and a flat expression on his face.

Your hand covered your mouth, trying to hide the giggle that was almost coming out. In your peripheral, you could see that Leon was grinning almost ear to ear, amused at Chris’s appearance.

“You two are late,” Chris said and glanced at Leon.

“Why are you looking at me? It’s not my fault!” Leon said.

Chris looked at Leon, not believing him for a second. “I know (Y/n), it was definitely not her fault.” He said, crossing his arms and looking at Leon amused. “Anyways, everyone else is inside, leave your shoes at the door.” He turned to walk back into the house.

With Chris’s absence, you could feel the warmth emitting from the house. It beckoned the two of you inside. Leon let you go in first, closing the door behind the two of you. You kicked off your snow boots and smelled the familiar smell of a heater running.

You went to take your scarf off, but Leon beat you to it, spinning you slightly as he did so. The spin brought you closer to him and his body, leaving only a few inches between your faces.

He had a knowing grin on his face, seeming amused with himself for being able to do that.

“You know we’re with other people, right?” You asked and raised an eyebrow.

Leon Kennedy was a gentleman at heart, but you knew that when he was being over the top it usually meant he wanted attention. He was a gentleman, but also somewhat like a male bird. Always wanting your attention and doing things to get it.

“I know, gotta show off how good of a boyfriend you have,” Leon replied and kissed your cheek. Your fingers laced together when you and Leon’s hands found each other naturally.

After a swift kiss, the two of you made your way into the living room, placing a bottle of wine and a bottle of whiskey on the counter. You didn’t expect the company to notice you walking in, but everyone said something of a greeting.

Jill was on the couch with Chris, she smiled in recognition at you and your heart fluttered a bit.

Had you mentioned before that Jill looked a lot like Leon and it confused your little heart? Not to mention her completely badass “get shit done” attitude made her very impressive.

You watched as her arm draped across Chris’s shoulders and the two of them smiled warmly at each other.

Leon started chatting with Claire while you found a spot on the floor next to your favorite Professor, Rebecca Chambers. Ever since you met the woman, you had a lot of respect for her; she was a biochem college professor, a PhD doctor, a previous S.T.A.R.S. member, and a kickass combat medic. She also had a warm attitude that made any situation more manageable.

You had come to be friends with her after that whole mess with Glen Arias.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/n),” Rebecca said and gave you a warm smile.

You said the same back and the two of you began talking about how the past few months had gone. It had officially been five months since Alcatraz and while you wanted to keep in touch, it took a nudge from Leon to reach out to people.

The living room was filled with a type of warmth you hadn’t experienced since before your world came crashing down around you. You hadn’t felt like this since…..

Since New Hampshire…

Home.

“Okay guys, onto our first holiday tradition!” Claire said with authority, standing up.

“Do we have to this ye-” Chris started.

“Yes, we do, don’t be a grouch!” Claire said, staring at her brother.

You looked at the two of them and lightly smiled as memories flooded you.

You had a family. You knew they were still alive, but they didn’t know you were.

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February 24th 2009

The snow felt different here than you were used to. What was a beautiful blanket of snow in your small apple farming town, was a bitter, sharp, force of nature in the city.

You always had mixed feelings about Boston, on one hand it was fun to have a major city an hour away from your house, but on the other hand you liked the distance. You tended to keep a distance, a separation between the city and your hometown.

That’s what your parents did anyways. They came from the city, opting for a small town with good education to raise you and your brother. But now, you were back in the cold city, your usual coffee order sitting on the table in front of you while your eyes searched for anyone familiar.

Your head leaned on your hand as you thought about this time of year. Your birthday was a month ago, but it wasn’t celebratory. You got a pat on the back from your Captain for making it one more year around the sun.

If your captain knew you snuck out, you’d be discharged, your thoughts ran wild. And if you get discharged, you catch the discharge out of a gun, you know too much.

Your leg started bouncing up and down, something you had started doing since joining USStratcom.

If you didn’t see them, it wasn’t worth it. The torture you were put through every day wasn’t worth it if you couldn’t just see the people you did this for.

When the government found you after what happened in Manchester, your options were either to join USStratcom and get trained to fight whatever horror you saw that night or to decline. If you declined, you would’ve been checked out of this world early, your blood spilling on the ground and your family would soon join you.

The U.S. government didn’t like loose ends.

Your eyes searched the sidewalk as you finally saw a glimpse at who you came here for.

Across the street, a woman threw back her rain coat’s hood, revealing the same face that was your own, only more aged. Your mother reached into her purse to find something, then produced a key. She put it in a door and walked up a flight of stairs and out of sight.

Just like that, she appeared and was gone. Within the span of thirty seconds. She was just passing, going into her apartment like she did everyday. IT was something so small, but to you it meant the world.

You saw a light turn on in a room on the fifth floor. From your seat, you could see the curtain moving and the sight of a man around your age appeared in the window.

They were alive and living their lives, unaware of what happened to you.

The government didn’t answer any questions about you to your family, they just took you as soon as you agreed to join USStratcom.

You brought your coffee out the door with you, taking your umbrella out and opening it. Using the crosswalk, you walked across the street and looked at the door your mom entered.

It was almost like you could feel the red dot appear on your back as a bead of sweat rolled down your face. You shouldn’t go in, you shouldn’t have even seen them.

But you wanted them to know you were okay….

The rain hit the sidewalk and the sound of the doorbell could be heard inside of the apartment. However, when the woman opened the door, the person who rang it was gone, leaving only the ghost of memories and a single flower on the welcome mat.

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“(Y/n)?” Leon’s voice cut through the memory, bringing you back to Jill’s house.

You blinked a bit, shaking your head slightly and looked down at the table. Somehow, while enthralled in the memory, you had sat down at the dining table and started playing a board game with everyone else. It would be impressive, if it wasn’t scary how good you were at that.

Your eyes looked down at the money you owned in the game and you rolled the dice. Your turn went quickly, as you wanted this to be done.

It felt like you had gotten ripped out of a separate reality. And for all intents and purposes, you did.

Leon’s hand went to the back of your chair and he searched your face, knowing something was wrong.

“Hey, Redfield, play for me. And Jill, play for (Y/n).” Leon said and stood up, nodding to the other room.

You followed him as you heard Chris grumbling about not wanting to play.

The voices and the light from the dining room started getting more distant the further you went into Jill’s house. Leon motioned for you to head into the guest room and you did without question.

When Leon walked in, he closed the door behind him. “What’s going on?” He asked and looked down at you. His hand came up to stroke your cheek and he cupped your face.

“It’s nothing… just a memory,” You replied, your gaze sinking to the floor.

“Just a memory? Raccoon City could be ‘just a memory’. Nothing is small if it affects you this much.” Leon replied, now holding your face with two hands.

He tilted your head up so you were looking at him. “Please, tell me. We promised to talk to each other.” He added.

If anyone could melt your heart easily, it was Leon Kennedy. Even as a late 30s year old man, he could act like a little puppy. Especially now when he was giving you the stare that unwound your heart.

“It was a memory about sneaking away from training and seeing my mom.” You replied, your arms reaching out for him. He pulled you closer and leaned his head on top of yours.

“She knows you’re alive?” Leon asked.

“No. I made sure she didn’t see me. This life is too hard to have a family in.” You answered and nestled into him. “Except for maybe other people that know this life.” You added and looked up at him. To add a certain element to it, you bat your eyelashes at him, hoping he would fall for the bait.

“Very cute, but I’m not falling for it,” Leon said, a smile on his lips. “We’re not leaving early.”

You pouted at him. “That’s not what I meant…” You grumbled.

Leon’s lips met your forehead in a quick kiss, then his lips met yours. The softness of his lips against your skin set everything in you ablaze. He was your warmth on a cold day like today.

“Is that what you were looking for?” He asked.

“Actually, yes,” You replied and chuckled. The two of you stared at each other with the magnitude of two planets coming together. His soft blue eyes met your (e/c) ones.

“I don’t know what to do with you sometimes,” He said, sighing. The usual smirk was plastered on his face. “But seriously, we promised to be communicative with each other, and I want to know what’s going on in that pretty brain of yours.”

His lips met your temple in a quick peck.

“Okay,” You replied. Your hands wrapped around his waist and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Feeling better?” He asked. His hands ran up and down your arms, soothing and warming you up.

You nodded in reply, your face moving against his shirt.

“Alright, let’s head back in there and get drunk,” Leon said facetiously and kissed your cheek again. “I’ll even let you sit on my lap if you’re good.” The grin on his face was enough for you to playfully slap his arm.

“I'll take the offer but don't be weird about it,” You answered and stuck your tongue out. The two of you made your way back to the table and it was like walking into a battlefield.

It wasn’t hard to determine what happened, Claire and Chris were scrubbing the carpet with sponges, Rebecca was picking up broken glasses, Jill was picking up the board game that had been scattered on the floor. The table was tipped over and Chris had a guilty look on his face as he scrubbed away at the coffee and alcohol stains on Jill’s carpet.

You and Leon helped put the table back and Jill put cards on the table. “Christopher, I swear to God if I have to ban you from playing fucking cards, I will,” She said and glared at him.

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The cards were dealt and the alcohol was poured. You were watching Leon play, as you were never one to play Texas Holdem; you could never get the rules down unless you had the chart of what was most valuable by your side.

You were seated between Leon’s legs, your back against his chest. His head was leaned on your shoulder as he studied the cards in his hand. Your eyes looked at the cards as you took a sip from your glass. The alcohol smoothly went down your throat, surprising you. Whiskey usually didn’t appeal to you, but then again neither did wine.

And your choice was one of the two.

As you kept sipping from your glass, Leon’s arm around your waist tightened. “Slow down,” His voice gently warned you.

You were used to drinks that you would shoot, and Leon could tell you would be in for a rough morning if you continued. Thanks to his words, you put the glass back down on the table and watched the game play out.

Claire won, as usual, and she collected the total of 5.00$ from the pile. You got more comfortable, squirming around in the chair as you did so. What you hadn’t taken into account was how close you were to Leon and that when you moved, you slightly rubbed up against him, earning you a slight, sharp inhale from your boyfriend.

“Can you sit still?” Leon asked quietly, looking at you. You nodded in reply, noticing how his ears were red with blush.

An idea came to your head.

Was it fueled by the slight amount of whiskey in your system? Maybe, but it wasn’t abnormal for you to mess with Leon. If he was allowed to tease you, then certainly you were allowed to tease him.

Without catching anyone else’s attention, you moved slightly, pressing your ass against his pants more. You moved slightly side to side, which caused Leon to slightly hiss and move his free hand from your waist to your hip to hold you still.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” He whispered in your ear.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up at how bothered he sounded. Maybe you were playing a dangerous game, but you were certainly ready for the consequences of your actions.

You moved a little more, pressing yourself against him more-

With a pap!, Leon’s cards were put face up on the table. “Well guys, thanks for having us. Me and Sadie still have work tomorrow, so we’re actually gonna head out,” Leon’s voice said.

“Really? In the middle of a game?” Jill asked, her eyebrow arched.

Leon nodded adamantly. “The bosses want us in bright and early. (Y/n) doesn’t do mornings well, so it’s best to head home early. We’ll see you for New Year’s,” He said and tapped your hips to get you up.

You stood up and he grabbed your hand leading you to the door to grab your shoes.

“Bye! It was really fun, thanks for inviting me,” You said with a smile.

“Of course, you’re part of the family now,” Claire said, matter-of-factly.

Family….

The word rang in your ears and you thought about it, lingered on it so much that you hadn’t even noticed you were now getting out of your car in the parking garage. Leon’s hand was in yours as the two of you walked to the door.

Claire had said family, you belonged.

The thought could have brought tears to your eyes if you weren’t also thinking about your current situation.

Suddenly, you were in your apartment, the door closing behind you and Leon pinning you to the door.

“Really?” He asked, an eyebrow raised. His large, muscular forearm was right next to your head.

“What?” You asked, feigning innocence.

He stared at you. “I told you that you were playing a dangerous game,” He added.

A grin pulled at your lips as you slightly bit your bottom lip. “I know,” You replied.

Leon pinched his nose and sighed. “I don’t know what to do with you sometimes,” He said. His eyes then locked with yours and he leaned in, leaving only a few inches of space between the two of you. “But other times, I know what I want to do to you.” His eyes turned into a fire, something you were now all too familiar with.

“And what would that be?” You asked, tilting your head up to him.

He leaned in close, almost like he was going to bite your neck, his breath hot against your neck.

“I’m going to make you cum on my mouth, then my dick,” He said.

Your face turned a deep shade of red at his words. “Is- is that a promise?” You asked, still trying to remain in control of your heart and emotions that were dialed all the way up.

“You’re so cute when you try to fight how flustered you are,” He hummed and kissed your neck. His teeth lightly bit down and his lips left a mark as he pulled away.

He picked you up by your waist, earning a yelp from your lips, and carried you through your apartment to the bedroom. He dropped you gently on the mattress and his lips were on yours in an instant.

His knees were on either side of your legs and one of his hands was on your hip while the other one kept him upright on the bed.

Your lips crashed together, begging to taste the other. Leon’s teeth lightly bit your bottom lip, asking for permission. You opened your lips and his tongue entered your mouth, searching for your own. Your tongues locked together and twirled in a way that could only be described as dancing.

As you pulled away for a breath, you noticed his hands were already working on taking your pants off, the jeans being halfway down your legs. Leon’s eyes locked with yours again as a slight, cocky, smirk graced his face.

“Tell me what you want,” He mused, his hand pulling your pants off all the way. Then, his hand came up to your hair, running through the strands. “Use your words, we promised to be communicative,” He added.

“I need your mouth between my legs,” You said breathlessly. He took your words as a green light and almost ripped your panties off.

Leon was a gentle lover most of the time, especially when you wanted him to be, but playing with him and getting him all riled up was the easiest way to make him intense. You had made the man desperate for you undone, wrapped around him.

He moved lower, his lips trailing down your shirt and stomach. As he moved lower, his body inched lower, making room for him near your core.

He grabbed a pillow and put it at the small of your back, angling your, now uncovered, entrance towards him. With a slight hum, he kissed the inside of your thigh, teasing you.

His lips felt like feathers, then a sudden pain shot up your body. Leaning up on your elbows, and looking at him, you could see that he had slightly bit into your thigh, leaving a mark. He kissed your body like a man starved, like he had been deprived of a core need his entire life. Even though your sex life was colorful and frequent, he always treated you like he was tasting and feeling you for the first time.

A jolt of pleasure finally hit you as his tongue found your clit, swollen in anticipation and arousal. A small moan escaped your lips as your head hung back, looking up at the ceiling.

You could almost feel the smirk on his lips as he kissed your vulva, making sure to worship all of your parts and give them what they craved. His arms hooked around your thighs, bringing your body closer to his face.

Your back arched against the pillow as another jolt of pleasure surged through you, feeling his tongue and lips paying attention to every part that needed it. You two had been together long enough for Leon to know where and how to pleasure you. He knew your body like his own, wanting to leave you so satisfied that you couldn’t talk.

“Babe, babe, slow down!” You whimpered, your hand digging into his hair and pulling it slightly. “I’m gonna-” You were cut off by a moan leaving your lips. Your eyes met his and it felt like you were prey stuck in the gaze of a hunter.

He pulled away slightly, giving you a bit of respite, and he titled his head. “Do you actually want me to slow down?” He asked, his eyes turning softer.

You shook your head a bit and he nodded, leaning up to kiss your cheek. “I said what I wanted to do to you, don’t deny a man his partner’s pleasure,” He said and moved back down, assuming the position he had before.

He kept lapping at your clit, making you flex your thigh muscles. The pleasure ran through your whole body as you hit your orgasm. A moan left your lips as you could feel your pussy clenching around something that wasn’t there, aching for him. Your body instantly relaxed into the mattress as you were coming down from your climax. Leon sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, licking his lips to clean up any of your cum from them.

He pulled you closer to him and kissed your cheek again. Your hands found their way to his chest and ran over the muscles there as he started to take off his pants.

His pants were off in a few seconds and the same with his boxers. You sat up and your hand went to feel his shaft, but his hand stopped you. He kissed your cheek again, his words hot on your ear. “Not tonight. I want to please you tonight,” He said quietly.

His hands lifted your shirt over your head and his mouth was on your breasts. His hands wrapped around your back and unhooked your bra, leaving you completely bare to him. Your breath hitched as his lips made their way back to your neck.

With ease, Leon had you in his lap, facing him. The two of you loved this position, being as close as you possibly could, facing each other. It felt intimate and it could be rough if the night permitted it.

And tonight did permit it.

Leon only took a few seconds to coat the tip of his dick with your climax. He teased your entrance, then slammed into you. A moan escaped both of your lips as his dicks slid effortlessly into you, your walls being accustomed to his size and shape by now.

Your face leaned into his shoulder as he started snapping his hips into you. The movement made you wrap your arms around his neck like you would fall off. His hands went to your hips, making you move in opposition to his movements, making the come together all the more pleasurable.

Leon moved your hair out of your face with one hand and he smiled at you. “God, you’re so beautiful like this. And only I get to see you this way,” He said, kissing your forehead.

His words were enough to make your pussy clench around him more, causing a moan to fall out of his lips.

“You take me so well, holy fuck,” He said breathlessly.

All that could be heard in the room was obscene sounds and Leon praising you between the two of your moans.

The hot pleasure was building inside of you, and you could feel Leono’s dick twitching inside of you.

“Where do you want it?” He asked quickly, trying to get the words out.

“You can stay in,” You said, your eyes meeting his. He nodded, his eyes half squeezed shut from a nearing climax.

In a moment that came together perfectly, pun intended, you reached your orgasm. You made a sound that was a mix of a whimper and a moan, pulling yourself closer to Leon in the process. You saw stars as you got sent over the edge, feeling your pleasure explode within you.

With a slight haa Leon kept going, feeling his dick getting squeezed by your walls. “I’m gonna-” He got cut off by his own moan and he buried his face in your shoulder and snapped his hips into you a few more times.

You felt his cum drip into you, evident by Leon panting and the back of his neck being red with a blush. Your hand gently ran through the hair on the back of his head, soothing him through his own orgasm.

After a few minutes of being in your arms like this, he came back to. “I’ll go gr

After a few minutes of being in your arms like that, he came to. His breathing got more regular, going from a pant to barely being audible. His muscles relaxed and his grip on you got looser.

“I’ll go grab you a towel,” He said and pulled out. Both of you winced at the sudden stimulation again and he got up to grab a towel from the bathroom.

He came back with a bowl of fruit, some water, and a towel. Climbing back on the bed, he put the water and fruit on the nightstand and gently cleaned you off with the towel. His hands made quick and easy work, making sure to clean off your sweat as well.

After, he settled down next to you and pulled you into his arms. His arm wrapped around your waist and the other grabbed your snacks as he kissed your head.

“How’re you feeling, (Y/n)?” He asked softly.

“Good…” You mumbled and popped a raspberry in your mouth.

The two of you laid together, regaining whatever energy you could in each others’ warmth. Leon tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled warmly at you.

“I think I found something I’ve been looking for for a long time,” He said blissfully.

You raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

“Someone that’s my family, someone I belong to. And someone that belongs to me,” He explained.

Your eyebrows relaxed as you smiled at his words.

Thinking about the past few months with this man, no the past few years, was enough to give you that same sense of warmth. He took you under his wing as a field partner, he never pried about your past until you wanted to open up to him.

The endless amount of bar hang out, the numerous missions, all of came to mind. And you were finding yourself of the same mind as him.

No matter your past, you were part of his family now, and he yours. The two of you were unstoppable on the field and in your relationship. You didn't know how to say all the thoughts and words swimming in your head, so you opted for three words that would sum it all up.

“I love you,” You said quietly and leaned into his embrace.

His smile widened and he squeezed you closer. “I love you too,” He replied.

No matter what fucked up bioweapon came your way next, you were certain that you could always come back to your family- Leon Kennedy.

#resident evil fanfic #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil fanfiction #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy

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jyoongim · 12 days

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Jyoongim’s Horny Game

Hi everyone! I’m Jyoongim and WELCOME TO THE SHOW✨

GUYS 2K plus????? IM GONNA CRY!!!!

In response I would like to show my appreciation to all my followers for showing love and support my blog and writings by letting y’all run wild!

I saw @okay-babe do something like this and I thought it would be fun and give it a spin hehe!

✨INFORMATION✨

This is mainly for Alastor x reader requests but any HH character is welcomed (not Valentino he can choke or Husker just because I think of him as a tired uncle lol)

THERE WILL BE NO WORD COUNT - I am lazy sorry guys ;(

There is NO limit on how many times you play!!!

HERES MY MASTERLIST/TAGLIST comment here for future work postings📻❤️

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Here’s how to play!

SPIN THE WHEEL! This color coded wheel will decide the category of your prompt. (Color system is below as well to help)

2.) Select a prompt. SPIN THIS WHEEL! There are 4 prompt lists I have provided to pick from! Feel free to use the prompt list for inspiration MIX AND MATCH prompts if you like.

⚠️limit to mix/match is 2 per request⚠️

➡️Prompt #1

➡️Prompt #2

➡️Prompt #3

➡️Prompt #4

3.) Send in your request per inbox as usual. You can be anon or make yourself be known (your decision).

❗️use correct color when sending request❗️

▶️ I HAVE A COLOR SYSTEM TO HELP US WITH EXAMPLES⤵️

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Below is the color system and what it includes:

🟢: Fluff-sweet,cute, makes you cringe

cuddles, hand-holding, hugs, domestic, kisses, hugs, appreciation, romance, lovey-dovey shit

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🟡: Saucey-fluff but you felt something

Obvious feelings, mutual pining, admission of feelings, keep it cute

‘example: their hands brushed and they quickly pulled away blushing’

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🟠: Flavor-you tease!

teasing, tension, banter, flirting, stealing glances

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🔴: Mild-its getting hot!

Sexual tension! high emotions, realization of feelings

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💥: Mild Spicy-oh you like that?

Plot! smut! Introduction of kinks!

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🟣: Spicy-give it to me good!

Usual smut with plot *sprinkle sprinkle*

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🔵 : Extra Spicy- what did i just read?

smut and no plot

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⚫️: Uncharted-you need a therapist & God babe

Every single morally gray scenario & kink possible.

THE SKY IS THE LIMIT!!

(Kinks however ARE limited by writer’s discretion)

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I look forward to see what you guys requests and thank you again for all the love! Xoxo 😘

MASTER/TAG LIST IS LINKED!!!

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I’m—I’m sorry. I, uh... I’m sorry. It’s okay. UNCHARTED 4: A THIEF’S END (2016) dev. Naughty Dog

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heartbreakgrill · 4 months

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Delicate Vessel (Sleep Token): Pt 4; “We can’t make any promises…”

“Daisy.”

Time felt like it was frozen.

My eyelids were heavy, vision dark beneath their shadow. At the sound of my name, I took a deep, anticipatory breath, chest sinking at its exhale. I struggled to open my eyes because I was so entranced in this moment, this sweet moment. After another slow breath, I came to, like I was dipping my head above water.

Oliver looked down at me, a heaviness sitting in his gaze, as if he had been running for miles and was just not finding rest at my hips. “Daisy,” he said, the corners of his slickened lips rising into the hollows of his cheeks. “Darling.”

I grinned up at him, one hand clutching the front of his hoodie and the other tangled with his hair at the nape of his skull. I didn’t know what to say. What to do. This was…uncharted territory. And the way he had just kissed me? I was beyond speechless. My brain felt dizzy. My heart rammed against my ribs.

I was on cloud nine, with no ladder back down to Earth.

“Darling,” Oliver whispered again, brushing his thumb against the apple of my cheek. His eyes drug themselves across my face, down my figure, back up to my own stare. “You are so beautiful.”

“Really?” I huffed out without really meaning to. I knew he thought I was attractive. He’d gotten a boner because of me dancing just last week. It made sense to my brain that he’d want to kiss because he wanted to fuck me. And, I remembered that first night up on the roof, he had complimented me. But, that hadn’t meant anything. That was a mindless compliment to flatter me upon first impressions.

This confession meant something else. It meant something…different. Better. More.

Oliver wanted to kiss me because he thought I was beautiful.

His brows furrowed for just the flicker of a moment, “Gorgeous.”

“I…” my eyes fell back down to his lips. The compliment, the way his eyes bore into my own, it made my mind wander.

Oliver didn’t let me struggle in the silence for too long. He leaned his head back down and took my lips into his again. I pushed my chest up against his, craving every inch of him that I could possibly consume. I swear to God I heard him sigh into my mouth, but I couldn’t exactly pin my mind on any singular, conscious thought.

If Oliver hadn’t noticed the door opening down the hall, then we would have been screwed. But, he did. And, as he pulled us inside the alcove of Sam and I’s hotel door, I finally registered Adam and Cyrus’ voices approaching us.

Oliver pressed his back against the wall and he turned his head as we anticipated their passing. He was clutching my hand, his fingers entwined with my own. I stared down at the chain connecting us. I couldn’t really be concerned about the danger when his touch was so warm. The spots on my body where he had once been were now cool, a nippy reminder of the fire he had sparked on me.

As Adam and Cyrus approached, I finally looked up from our hands. Oliver glanced at me, brows furrowed worriedly. I bit down onto my bottom lip like an anchor. Maybe they would just turn around, go back to their room? I considered dragging Oliver into the room behind us, but that would wake Sam. And that was a much bigger problem than the one at hand. He would throw a bitch fit if he somehow found out Oliver had so much as lingered a gaze across my skin.

No matter how hard I tried to manifest that Adam and Cy would b-line for their room, they were beginning to walk past us. Oliver quickly let go of my hand, shot across to the other side of the alcove from me. He leaned, casually, against it, hood somehow back up over his head again.

I crossed my arms over my body, face scrunched up as I tried to communicate with Oliver. What do we say?!

He shook his head, lips pressed together. “It’s okay,” he mouthed. Then, his eyes shot over to Adam and Cyrus.

Neither of them even turned to look at us. They were walking right past, caught up in a conversation about some video game. Cyrus, closest to us, glanced behind him just before they were out of sight. I felt my heart sink to my knees as I braced for impact.

“Oh, hey, guys,” he sent a wave over his shoulder. Adam looked at who he was talking to and smiled at Oliver and I.

Oliver nodded his head, looking away from them. I waved, an overly-enthusiastic smile on my lips. “Hey,” I breathed out. It sounded like I had no air in my lungs, like someone was choking me. But, I hoped they wouldn’t notice.

If they had, they just didn’t care.

We waited until we heard the elevator doors slide close, Adam and Cyrus’ voices disappearing behind its steel doors, before we even looked at each other again. I pursed my lips, nose scrunched, eyes squinted, as I waited for Oliver to start freaking out or something. He didn’t want anyone to know we hung out- that was made obvious to me that first morning at breakfast. I hadn’t expected that to change just because he thought I was cute.

So, I expected him to get all bent out of shape over what had just happened. Instead, he let out a deep breath, a playful grin overcoming his expression.

“Those two are dopey as fuck,” he chuckled slighty, stepping towards me. “I should’ve known they wouldn't say anything.”

My head leaned back as he towered over me, my expression shifting into one of confusion. “You’re not worried?”

Oliver touched my chin, tilting my head back more, “If they suspect anything, I’ll cover us, darling. Besides, they’ve been pushing me to talk to you more. Don't you worry your pretty little head.”

I smiled, a blush rising to my face in response to his words. “Okay…” my voice trailed off as Oliver leaned in again. He pressed his lips to mine in a shallow, slow kiss. My eyes fell shut, one hand coming to rest against his chest, the other between my back and the wall as I balanced there. I felt like I could sink into the floor.

But, Oliver was holding me by the hip again. We were falling into each other, completely taken by the moment again. Then, another door, somewhere down the hall, was thrown open. We snapped apart. A set of voices followed our fright, some foreign language neither of us knew rambling between the two.

I met Oliver’s eyes, giggles shaking my shoulders. He relaxed slowly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe we should get out of the hallway,” he breathed out.

I brushed my hair behind my ears as I spoke through my laughter, “I think that’s a good idea.”

“Would you wanna…” our chuckles fell off as he began the question, “my room? Would that be okay?”

I just grinned at him, nodding too eagerly, “That would be perfect.”

Oliver offered me that sweet smile I felt so lucky to be the cause of, and held out his hand. I took it and let him lead me to his room. Once inside, the once flushed air turned awkward. I shut the door behind me and followed him into the space, somewhat familiar to me because of my drunken escapade last week. Oliver stopped at the end of his bed and turned to me. He gave an unsure smile when I met his eyes.

I made my way to stand before him, a few feet put inbetween us. Being here, truly alone together, we didn’t know what to do. I knew what I wanted to do, what I wanted him to do. But, I would never make the first move. That just wasn’t me.

Oliver examined my face for a moment. He seemed to relax, lips curling into his uncontainable smile. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth, grinning, nervously chewing on my lip. Oliver stepped closer. He took my hand, pulling it from where my arms hugged my stomach. The movement tugged me forward. I let my other arm fall to my side before reaching for his shoulder.

Oliver lazily pulled me closer. I moved into him, taking a deep breath before he covered me with his lips and his hands. We just stood there for a while, kissing each other, soaking up the silence. Oliver was hungry, though, and he began to crave more.

His movements became sloppy, harsh. I didn’t mind- it felt good to be so lusted after like I was right now. I would, I decided, do whatever he wanted me to. Here, now in this hotel room, tomorrow, when we leave this country. Wherever, whenever, whatever.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled me into his lap, easily slotting my legs on either side of his thighs.

I held his face between my hands, so delicately, like I was cradling moonlight. His hands came to rest upon my hips as he balanced me on his lap. Oliver’s fingers dipped dangerously low on my body, barely grazing across my pj shorts that were oh so short on me.

I wrestled my fingers into his hair again, quite content to feel the smooth, soft curls on the nape of his neck. He was so…perfect. So beautiful. I kissed him harder. I must have been too excited because I felt his head flinch back when I tugged at his hair again.

Oliver moaned against my lips, squeezing my hips like a warning. “Careful, darling.”

I bit back a teasing smile, flickering my eyes open to see the pleasured expression on his face as I pulled at his hair again. Oliver responded by grabbing my ass, eliciting a gasp from between my lips. He pulled his head back from my lips, meeting my open eyes with a winner’s grin.

“I said careful.”

I chased his lips, wearing my own smile, but he dodged my kiss. “Oliver…” I whined softly.

“Patience,” he tapped his fingers against my ass, “We have so much time. Let me drink you in.”

I blushed for the millionth time at his words, watching his eyes drag down my body. I felt his fingers move against my pj bottoms again. He seemed to tug at the material a bit, ghosting the curves of my thighs.

“These are cute,” he whispered, pulling at the hem. “Little flowers.”

The way his accent rolled the words out from the plate of his tongue tickled goosebumps down my spine. This, combined with his warm hands on my skin, had me shivering.

Oliver looked dazed, lost in the view, as he continued on looking me over. I didn’t know if he wanted to memorize every inch of my skin, or if he was dragging this out to enjoy every second. Either way, the way it made me feel was heavenly.

I twirled a piece of his hair around my fingers, patiently. He finally met my gaze again.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he moved a hand to my cheek and pulled my lips back into his.

I sunk into him again, gripping at his hair so I couldn’t completely lose myself. I was, however, getting lost in him. I ached for him everywhere, in my bones, in my blood, and my hips involuntarily ground down into his. Oliver moaned against my lips. Heat rushed to every crevice of my skin.

I felt his dick harden between my legs, pressing teasingly against me. I rolled my hips again as I chased that pleasurable sensation. Oliver’s hand slid down my chin, fingers coming to a gentle close around my throat. The pads of his digits pressed into my skin.

This drew a whimpering from my lips, one that curled the corners of his lips into a sweet smirk. “You sound so lovely, darling.”

Elated by his praise, I moved my hands to the hem of his hoodie. I tugged up at the bottom and felt the smoothness of his chest beneath my fingertips. Before I could get it over his head, Oliver removed his hands off of me and took my fingers in his hold.

“Easy, Daisy,” Oliver had pulled his face back a few inches.

A sudden rush of nerves rushed into me, bringing me down from the high I had been sitting on. I opened my eyes, ashamedly, meeting his gaze. I took my lip between my teeth immediately in an anxious rumination.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, trying to read his expression. His eyes swam with some sort of hesitance that only clouded into worry when he realized I felt guilty for trying to make such a move.

He let go of my hands, quickly taking a hold of my face. He dipped his head to my level, “No, no, no. It’s okay, darling. You didn’t do anything. It’s just…” Oliver glanced over to the alarm clock on the bedside table, red digits reading an ungodly hour. He looked back at me. “I want you…so badly, Daisy. But I want to take my time with you. I don’t want to rush it. I want…as long as possible. Can we raincheck? Would that be okay? For me, darling?”

I was bright red, more than likely hot to the touch. And, I was so beyond flattered and elated by his words that I struggled to come up with something to say. I, instead, nodded slowly. Oliver grinned at my struggling response. He brushed his thumb across my cheek before leaning in to give me another kiss.

My hands found their way back up his arms, swooping across his strong shoulders, until they were back in his hair. Oliver took a gentle hold of my neck again, kissing me like he was going off to war in the morning.

As we both began to pull away, his tenderness quickly snapped into this tight hold on my throat, forcing my eyes open, keeping my head steady so I would look directly- obediently- at him. His eyes were darker now, lusted over by his seduction, “Do not leave here thinking that I said no to you because I do not want you. Do you understand me?”

I moved my chin to nod, signaling my comprehension of what felt somewhat like a threat in the most appealing way.

He squeezed my throat for just a moment which straightened the angle of my head, “Ah- use your words, darling. Tell me that you understand me. Say…”

He raised his brows. I parted my lips, managing to respond, “I-I understand.”

“Say it…you know I want you. You know I want to fuck you.”

“You want to fuck me,” my eyes had gone wide, dazed. And my mouth was dry. I darted my tongue out to lick my lips and Oliver followed the movement closely with his eyes.

“Hm,” he squinted his lids in a satisfied manner, “Good girl. I can’t wait to take my time with you, darling. Slow and sweet.”

My fingers curled into his neck. I wanted- needed- friction and almost gave in, almost ground my hips into his. But, I knew it would do neither of us any good. I wanted what he wanted- to really enjoy what had been building up for a few weeks now. Tonight was not the night for that. We had to be on the bus in just a few hours to travel all the way down to Rome.

So, I resisted the urge, the craving pulsating in my veins.

Oliver loosened his hold on my throat. He slid his hands back to my face, cradling it with a sweet smile on his face. “I’ll walk you back to your room, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I chased his lips, satisfied that he gave me a kiss so easily.

Oliver helped me to my feet. He held open the hotel room door for me, before following me out into the small alcove. We peered around both corners and made sure no one was coming from either direction. Then, we darted just outside Sam and I’s door. Oliver caught up to me quickly, grabbing me by the waist and flipping me around. He pressed my back into the door.

I giggled at his sleight of hand, bracing my hands on his chest. Oliver shushed me gently as he leaned down. His nose nuzzled into the curve of my jaw, tickling me, only encouraging more laughter from my throat.

“Oliver!” I let out a strained squeal as he proceeded to nip at my neck. “You want me to be quiet, you have to stop!”

“Oh, but, darling,” he moved his lips to my ear, taking my lobe, just above where my earlobes were clasped, in between his teeth. “I want you loud.”

I smacked his chest playfully. He leaned back, receiving a pointed finger from me, a scolding in my eyes, “You can’t say things like that. Not when we’re out in the open like this. Not when I can’t even do anything about it!”

“Patience, Daisy,” he said my name again like some prayer. “I promise I’ll make all your suffering worth it. Just like I know you will mine. After all, you were the one pressing up against me in the cab.”

I dropped my jaw, “Hey! That’s not fair! You were the one being an ass and then getting a boner the second I changed out of sweatpants!”

“I know, I know,” he rolled his eyes in a teasing manner. Then, he pressed his lips to my cheek lovingly, “I’m sorry. We can talk about it later, when I am more awake, when I can give you a proper apology. Yeah?”

I tugged him impossibly closer by the front of his hoodie, “Yeah.”

“Okay,” he kissed me, “Goodnight, darling.”

“Goodnight, Oliver.”

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“You’ve never seen Star Wars?!?!”

It was far too early for Max’s copious amounts of energy.

I flinched at his exclamatory question, my expression twisting into some sort of stunned, exhausted, confused face. “Huh?” was all I could muster, my bottom lip hung open.

Max rolled his eyes and further pushed to the edge of his seat. His large palms were held open, offensively, “Star Wars. Jedi, the Force, Princess Leia’s golden bikini, light sabers. You know, one of the greatest movie franchises- of all time?! You’ve never seen it? How can you even be remotely related to Sam if you’ve never seen Star Wars?”

“She’s too girly for Star Wars,” Sam shook his head from his seat across Max. He shuffled the deck of cards the two men had been wearing out this entire tour.

I crinkled my nose, “You can’t be too girly for something, dickhead. I’ve just never been interested in watching it.”

“She was too busy watching My Little Pony and playing with her Barbie dolls to really appreciate George Walton Lucas, Jr.”

I picked up a throw pillow sitting beside me on the bus’ couch and hurtled it towards my brother. Because he was facing sideways from me, he didn’t see it. It smacked him in the face. He hissed at the impact, barely hurtful to his strong demeanor, and shot me a glare.

I flipped him off, beyond grumpy because of my lack of sleep. “Literally anyone can play with Barbie dolls and still like stuff like Star Wars. You’re being kind of misogynistic.”

“Yeah, you are,” Ronnie spoke up from the other couch, across from me. She set down her magazine, eyeing my brother, “Talk about tone deaf.”

Sam glanced over his shoulder at her. He huffed, clutching his cards, “It’s just a joke, guys. C’mon!”

I knew my brother wasn’t sexist. He was just…a man. A straight white man who couldn’t really help being a little prejudiced sometimes. I always called him out on it and, over the years, he had improved some of his skewed world views. This was another one that I had been working on- his incessant opinion that we had both been gendered growing up. Sure, I was a feminine woman, but because of that, Sam felt I couldn’t be complex and like masculine-oriented things, like Star Wars or, ya know, metal music. I think it didn’t help that we were siblings. Those interests were his.

Ronnie’s help would have been appreciated long before today because, for some reason, all she had to do was glare at Sam and say, “Don’t be a cuck.”

And, then, my brother was apologizing to me. In his own brotherly way.

“Daz, it’s not that you could’t like Star Wars. You were just too involved with your own stuff to give it a chance. Sorry,” he looked away from me when the word fell through his lips.

I furrowed my brows, deeply confused, yet satisfied by his apology. “...Thank you. I mean, you’re right. But, I have wanted to watch them. Give ‘em a chance.”

“Then, it’s settled,” Max tossed his pile of cards down onto the table before him, “we are having a movie day. Lemme text the boys and see if they wanna join.”

“Any chance you guys can join them?” Ronnie inquired. “Sam and I wanted to play a game on the tv today.”

I looked between each member of the conversation, eyes lingering slightly on my brother and the boys’ manager. Sam met Ronnie’s eyes and seemed to read something there that no one else could quite see. I scrunched my brows again, tilted my head to the side. Curious.

Max, who had pulled his phone from his back pocket to start texting- I assumed- Adam and Cy, paused and looked up, “Hm? Oh, I mean…is that okay with you, Daz? Watch on their bus?”

It took me a moment to catch Max’s gaze, too focused on my brother, but I replied, “Yeah. I don’t mind. But, I might fall asleep at some point.”

“No worries,” Max waved me off. “We’ll switch next stop.”

The next stop was two hours later, in some random Italian town. The buses gassed up, Ronnie and I ventured into the station for some snacks. When inside, away from the prying ears of the boys’, my curiosity got the better of me.

“So, Ronnie,” I leaned up against the drink cooler beside the one she was looking at. I tried not to be creepy about my investigation, but I was too tired to play it cool.

She raised her brows expectantly, eyeing me from the side, “Yeah, Daz?”

“I’m just curious- you have anybody special in your life?” I shrugged, bottom lip jutted out in a I’m-totally-laid-back kind of manner.

Ronnie let the cooler door fall shut as her eyes narrowed slightly. As hard as her exterior was, I was very good at reading people. I saw her face flicker, with some sort of deception, “No. Why?”

“Like I said, just curious,” I waved her off, “I have some cute friends from college you might be int-”

“No, thanks,” she gave me a strained smile and b-lined away from me. I watched her back retreat, satisfied with the way she reacted.

So, something was definitely going on here.

Max was gracious enough to take my pillow, blanket, and book bag to the boys’ bus without me having to ask him. It was a pleasant surprise when I headed out from the station and Max waved me over to the other vehicle, cradling my items in his hands. I bid Ronnie farewell and she shot me a humored, “Good luck.”

As I approached Max, I gave him a sweet smile. “Thanks for grabbing that.”

“The sooner we get you on this bus, the sooner we can change your life,” Max rushed out, hurrying me up the steps.

I nearly stumbled over my feet, but managed to make it up inside the bus in one piece. “Oh- okay!” I breathed out.

Max stepped past me, carefully laying my pillow and blanket down on the couch in a folded pile. He abandoned my back pack on the floor, quickly making his way to the television to grab the remote control. I watched him for a moment, overwhelmed by his energy. Then, I turned my attention to Cy and Adam, who were both sitting on the other couch.

I offered up a smile, greeting them with, “Good morning, guys,” as I took a seat with my things.

“Morning, Daz,” Adam waved back.

Cy had a drum pad sitting on his lap and he focused on practicing some rhythms. He spared me a kind smile and said, “Hello.”

I situated my pillow against the armrest of the couch before laying back against it. Then, I spread my blanket overtop of me. I had my legs bent, knees close to my chest, to save room for Max, who was getting the movie booted up. After he finished, he rushed over to me. He didn’t take his eyes off the movie as he lifted up my legs and pulled them across his lap. My heart nearly melted at his loving gesture. Put aside his silly flirtations- Max was quickly becoming like a big brother to me.

Now that I was comfortable, the exhaustion of the past 12 hours began sinking back in. On top of getting up early for this travel day, I hadn’t gone to sleep until nearly 3am. Oliver and I’s encounter lasted a while longer than I thought. By the time I laid down, it was 3am. And we were due on the bus by 6.

I hadn’t seen Oliver since it happened, either. He must’ve managed to sneak onto this bus before I’d boarded mine. And it wasn’t like we’d text each other. I think Sam had sent me a notes app file with every important phone number I’d need over this summer trip, but I wasn’t going to go out of my way to message him. What would I ever say? Hey, had fun sitting in your lap last night, let’s do it again sometime! Or, hey why the fuck did you treat me like shit for the first few weeks of this tour and then suddenly you want to fuck me? Get real.

I wanted answers, of course. But, more than anything else, I wanted his hands on my body. He made me feel a way I hadn’t before- probably ever in my life. And we’d only just kissed. Everything about him was entrancing, from his words, to his lips, to his smile. I wanted to know every inch of his skin and every corner of his mind.

I didn’t know if I was entitled to that. If he’d ever give me that. Because I didn’t know what he wanted from me.

What did I want?

I realized I should probably ask myself that question. It didn’t matter what he wanted from me- I could not live my life trying to fit myself into the molds that people made for me. No, I could only be what I wanted- do what I wanted.

And I wanted…What, exactly?

My last few relationships hadn’t exactly gone well. From one failed long term relationship, to the next, I had jumped around a few times, from loser man to loser man. Not only did they provide me with loads of trauma, but they also sucked in bed. So, between having poor trust issues when it came to commitment and unsatisfied sexual urges- I didn’t really think I was looking for anything too serious. That was probably for the best, considering me and Oliver’s position.

Maybe we could just be, like, fuck buddies? I could learn to ignore the butterflies that fluttered in my ribcage when he’d say my name.

Right?

This was for the best.

Adam was only half-paying attention, scrolling lazily on his phone. Cyrus continued practicing on his drum pad. It nearly lulled me to sleep just ten minutes into the movie, but I tried to stay awake for Max. He kept looking over at me with an excited grin. I fought back yawns and sleepy stretches. But, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

Once my brain quieted down from the noise that was Oliver, about an hour into the movie, I dozed off. When I woke up, the ending credits were playing. I shook myself awake, pushing up off the couch, so I was sitting up more.

Max tore his eyes off the television once he felt me moving around. He looked back at me with a gentle smile, “Morning, angel.”

“I’m so sorry,” I pressed a hand over my mouth as I yawned, “I didn’t mean to doze off. I wanted to watch the movie with you guys.”

Max patted my calf, “It’s alright. Seems like you need a good rest day. Adam and Cy abandoned us, anyways.”

I glanced to the other couch with a frown, “Aw, no. Now, I feel worse for leaving you all alone to watch the movie.”

“S’okay! Oliver joined me. He makes good company because he doesn’t ever say much,” Max nudged my side with his elbow, playfulness in his eyebrows.

At the sound of that name, I stiffened up a bit. My gaze cast across the room and found the darkly-clad figure seated where Adam and Cy had been. He had his long legs stretched out over the couch, face sunken beneath his hood, one arm bent up underneath his head. I drug my eyes down his body. A familiar warmth bubbled in my chest. He looked so fuckable. I had this thing for laps…And his looked pretty comfy.

Self-conscious, I pushed myself up off the couch more. Oliver didn’t even look over at me and he probably wouldn’t, but I wanted to be sure that if he did, I didn’t look like a mound of flesh and bone. I couldn’t really save my appearance when it came to my outfit and face, which I knew both looked unkempt.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe for the rest of the movie. I tried not to look his way too much, knowing that Max already had cautious suspicions of our interactions. But, he was so invested in the movie, I was sure he wouldn’t even notice if I did. Once the film finally ended, Max shot up from the couch to load the next one.

His back was turned to Oliver and I as he switched disks. I spared a glance to Oliver and a rush of heat shot through my body when I found his eyes. He grinned at me.

I flushed, surely bright red, and couldn’t help but smile back. He then glanced to his phone and flicked his head back to me, as if to suggest I pick mine up. I had been too stiff- or passed out- to have even looked at mine in the past three hours. I found it lodged in between my hip and the couch. I hadn’t even noticed the pressure on my waist until now.

I unlocked my phone, expecting to see a text from him, or something of that sort. But, there wasn’t anything. I scrunched my brows at Oliver, mouthing, “What?”

He made sure Max was still distracted before moving his thumbs across his phone screen, “Text me,” he mouthed.

I rolled my eyes at him. Then, I found his number in my saved contacts and typed out a message.

Daisy: you seriously dont have my #? wtf

Oliver: sorry :/ felt awkward asking anyone for it

Daisy: totally kidding, idgaf

Oliver: oh says the creep who already had mine

Daisy: for safety purposes

Oliver: mhm im sure its not because you want to booty call me or smth

Daisy: i dont booty call u freak

Oliver: i dont believe you

Daisy: im not a crusty ass man get real

Humored by the situation, I looked over to see if he had any visible reactions to my messages. His lips were pressed together in a thin line, as though he was biting back a smile.

My phone buzzed as he messaged me, but I was still looking at him. It was a struggled to look away. After a moment too long passed, he looked to see what I was doing. He met my gaze and I swear that a red flush painted his cheeks. I couldn’t look long enough to decide, though, because Max was rushing back over to his seat.

He lifted my legs again, laying them down across his lap, and situated our blanket. As the beginning previews of the DVD began, Max turned to ask me, “What did you think of the first one? I probably should have asked that before I put on the next, but I’m just too excited.”

I didn’t want to break Max’s heart, but I still did not have much interest in the movie series. It could have been because I had been passed out for half of the first movie and then stiff as a board during the second half. So, it was my fault.

I fibbed because I wanted Max to have a good time, “I’m into it. We’re cooking, for sure.”

Oliver laughed from his seat, leaning up to ask. “What?

I was taken aback by the beginnings of this interaction. He never talked to me in front of others, not that he ever spoke to me much at all to begin with. So, it took me a moment to gage my own reaction, process a response. My bottom lip was jutted in slight shock.

Max giggled at his friend’s reaction to my phrasing, confused himself, it seemed, “Cooking?”

I looked at Max with furrowed brows before bringing myself back, glancing between them. “Wha-huh?”

Oliver snickered again, “What the fuck does cooking mean?”

“What do you mean? Cooking? Have you never heard that phrase?” I frowned at their lack of understanding of internet language.

“Never,” Max shook his head.

“God,” I crossed my arms in faux offense, “bunch of grandpas.”

“Hey!” Max shoved my shoulder, only pushing me further into the couch. “We are only, like, ten years older than you.”

“Speak for yourself. Six,” Oliver waved his friend off.

“Kay, but you’re sixty at heart, so…” Max trailed off, lips pursed.

“So, get real,” I mocked Max’s expression.

Max was looking at the television now, so Oliver shot me a playful smile. I flipped him off. He rose his brows at me, then quickly turned his attention to his phone. I tried not to be too eager when I went to grab my own device.

Oliver: careful, darling.dont want to add fuel to the flame

I bit back a taunting smirk, reminded by his message of how much power I had over him, still. More so, now that he knew what I tasted like, what he could do to me in return.

My thumbs moved to their own accord, typing out something I’d probably pay for later…

Daisy: make me.

Before he could even read it, I turned on Do Not Disturb and shoved my phone into my pocket.

His eyes felt like fire on the side of my face.

I would always win this game.

There were literally zero opportunities for us to be alone together on that bus, and I knew it was driving Oliver mad. I refused to text him for the rest of the day and instead found myself drifting in and out of sleep. For a few hours, Max forced me into one of the boys’ bunks, insisting I needed to lay down so my neck wouldn’t break.

When I came back to join all the boys, we only had an hour left on the bus. The sun had already gone down. I was a little disoriented by the sleepiness aching in my bones and the lack of sunlight. So, I waddled to my same spot on the couch like a child, wrapped up in my blanket. When Max saw me coming, he shot up from the couch, having been laying down with his legs stretched out. Oliver was on the other end, by his feet, because Adam and Cy had taken their spots back on the other piece of furniture.

Max patted the spot between him and Oliver, who was scrolling through his phone. I remembered the message I had sent earlier and felt a tiny rush of energy ruffle up under my skin.

“Lay, I just wanna sit,” I waved Max off, tucking my legs up underneath me as I sat down. I was very aware that my thigh and shoulder brushed Oliver’s and so much more aware of the shuddering breath he took when I settled in.

Max thanked me before laying back down, legs stretched out overtop my lap this time. I blocked out the conversation they were all having, dissociating into my own phone. I had a few messages I needed to catch up, some from family members back across the pond, some from friends. A few of my posts on social media, too, had been getting a little more traction because of Sam being tagged in some of them. I tried not to be too chronically online, and only checked social media every once in a while. This was one of those rare moments.

It took Oliver but two seconds to message me again. I had yet to open his text from earlier, nervous though I had been so confident earlier. I took a quiet breath before opening them.

Oliver: is that a promise? Ill hold you to it, gorgeous

Ur lucky were on this bus

Daisy: ur silly

I knew it wasn’t the greatest response, but I still was not used to this kind of talk with someone so close to me. Sure, I'd flirt with men on the internet, but I never met them. Plus, any and all sex I had had so far in my life had been extremely vanilla.

I didn’t know what else to say to him. I was nervous.

Oliver: did i make you uncomfortable?

I tensed up at the message. He was too good at reading people and called my bluff right away, it seems.

Daisy: no no im so sorry

Not at all

Oliver: its okay daisy

Its probably a lot

To go from silence to this

Ill slow down

Daisy: no its totally fine! Promise!

Pls dont slow down

I like it

Oliver: its okay if youre not ready

We dont have to do anything you dont want to

Daisy: i want you though

Oliver: and you have me

But i dont want to rush into things that are that extreme if youre not ready for them

Daisy: im very vanilla

Oliver: thats okay

We’ll get you there, darling

Im patient

Daisy: ive noticed

Its virtuous

Oliver: well i want you

But you matter more than my own desires

And i cannot have you if you are not comfortable

Does that make sense?

Daisy: it does

Its incredibly kind

Thank you

Oliver: (its the bare minimum)

Daisy: i knowwwwwwwwwwwww but still

Shhhhhhhhh

Oliver: you shush sweet girl

you just tell me when somethings too much, okay?

Just talking about it made me feel much better about everything, so I took the opportunity to give him some breadcrumbs. And I enjoyed it when I saw him squirm in his seat, out of the corner of my eye.

Daisy: yes, sir!

Oops 🤷

Oliver: youre such a tease

Daisy: ikr

The conversation sort of dulled out from there. There wasn’t much else to say. And I didn’t know if he wanted me to move our discourse into uncharted territory by asking personal questions.

Besides, we had reached the hotel and were piling off the bus within the next few minutes. Sam and Ronnie were already waiting on the sidewalk, speaking softly to each other about something seemingly unimportant. It was chilly now that the moon had risen. I shivered in my thin sweatpants and wrapped my blanket up around myself more.

“How’d you movie day go?” Ronnie noticed us approaching them and immediately turned away from my brother. I was probably reading into things, but it was almost like they had been passing secrets through their muted whispers.

As we settled before them- me, Max, Adam, Cy, Oliver- I responded, “I might’ve slept through the whole thing?”

“Figures,” Sam snorted, reaching out a large hand to ruffle my hair.

I shoved his arm away, “Oh, shut up. It’s impossible to stay awake in these bus’.”

“No, she’s so right,” Ronnie nodded along. “Speaking of bus’, does everyone have everything they need off of them? They’re just gonna be parked out back. Just wanna make sure.”

I looked around myself, ensuring I had my bag, purse, pillow, and blanket. Though, because I always second guessed my own assurance, I replied, “I think so. But I'm gonna go double check.”

“Pretty sure we’re all good,” Max spoke for him and the boys.

Ronnie nodded between us before I set my things down to move up the steps of our bus. I checked through my bunk and the couch to ensure I had everything. Certain that I did, I joined everyone back on the sidewalk, giving Ronnie a confident thumbs up.

It wasn’t until we had checked in and were heading for the elevators that I realized my phone was missing. Of course it was- I never knew where that thing was.

“Shit,” I cursed, patting my pockets frantically. Max, Cy, Adam, and Ronnie piled into the open doors of the elevator before me.

Sam moved to follow, slotting in beside Ronnie and the wall. He turned back to me when he heard my frantic rustling. “What’s wrong?”

I dropped into a squat, my stuff falling into a pile there. I unzipped my bookbag and began shuffling through it. Glancing up at him, I responded, “Can’t find my phone.”

The doors began to close and Sam moved a hand over the pockets where the doors slid back into place. “Want help looking?

Before I could respond, another crouched down beside me, hands reaching for my purse.

“S’okay. I’ve got her.”

Sam nodded and moved back into the elevator, entrusting Oliver with the situation. “Text me when you find it, kay?”

I shot him a smile and watched as the doors fell shut, a ding signaling their departure. Oliver had unzipped my purse and was looking through it casually.

“Am I gonna find any bombs or drugs in here?” He grinned up at me, eyes peering out from beneath his thick lashes.

My heart skipped a beat. I zipped my bag back up, unable to locate my phone anywhere in there. As I did, I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “Oh, all the coke and all the meth.”

“Easy there, Walter White. Not in there?” He then pointed to my bag.

I scrunch my nose with a frown, “No. Think it’s on the bus, honestly.”

“That’s okay. Let’s go see, yeah?” Oliver stood back up, my purse in his hand. He offered me his other one and gently tugged me up onto my feet.

My shoulder bumped into his, knocking the breath out of me from the close proximity. His smile got a little wider. He took my pillow from my arms, too, and began leading the way out of the hotel. It took me a second to catch up, a little jarred by his proactive role in this. Here was a guy who had been ignoring me for weeks. And, now, not only was he helping me find my lost phone, but he also wanted to fuck me. It would never make sense.

When we were alone on the bus, on the landing of the short set of stairs that led up from the door, Oliver turned back to me. “Where do you think you left it?”

“Probably just where I was sitting earlier,” I set my things down on the couch as I moved towards it. I bent over, stuffing my hands into the cushions until my knuckles hit something hard. “Yep! Like I thought.”

I turned back to him with a proud smile, phone held up like a trophy. Oliver glanced his eyes up from the space where my thighs occupied. He had been staring at my ass. His face blushed slightly as an ashamed smile took over his features.

“You ask me to be patient, then you stare at my ass and make extremely teasing comments in front of our friends,” I crossed my arms over my chest, hip popped in a scolding sort of way.

Oliver sighed, running a hand over his face, “I’m sorry, Daisy.”

He seemed genuinely distraught by my joke, so I threw it away, shoulders relaxing, worries on my lips. “Oh, no, no,” I stepped towards him, “it’s okay! I’m not…I’m not actually mad. It’s okay, Oliver.”

“No, I just owe you so many apologies,” he shook his head, meeting my eyes with a frown.

I moved closer, touching his forearm gently. His skin seemed to melt in mine, his body relaxing into my presence as he almost leaned in to me. I offered a reassuring smile, “It’s okay. I promise. Max told me…a little bit. I get it.”

“No, I…” he shrugged with another huff, “I am going to sound like a fucking cliche right now, yeah?”

“I love cliches,” I snickered as I shoved his shoulder playfully. His fingers moved into mine, squeezing my hand.

“That was cliche,” he whispered through a deep chuckle. He then continued on, “I’m not good at making friends or, like…talking to people. I talk through music cause I just…I can’t ever find the right words in real life. I always say the wrong thing.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” I shook my head, “I think…well, I’ll keep my clinical opinions to myself,” I giggled with a playful roll of my eyes.

Oliver waved me off, “I have a therapist, don’t worry. I already know what you’re gonna say. I have low self worth- trust me, I know. I’m working on it.”

“At least you are,” I offered up encouragingly, “loads of fucked up people do way worse than you and they don’t even stop to think about how it affects others. The fact that you’re beating yourself up so much about something so mild tells me everything I need to know.”

“What does it tell you?”

I kept his hand in mine, but moved the other to his chin, touching it sweetly, almost to tell him to lift it up, “That you’re a good person, Oliver. I just know it. A bad person doesn’t worry if they’re bad. A bad person doesn’t carry his friend’s drunk sister home from the bar and wipe off her makeup. A bad person doesn’t apologize, what, three times now? For simply ignoring her because he was scared of letting her in.”

He nodded sheepishly, blushing again. His gaze fell to the floor as he looked away, “It’s not just that, you know. It’s…stupid, I don’t know.”

“No, tell me,” I swept my hand over his cheek, pulling his gaze back to mine. “It’s okay.”

“I, just…” he cut himself off again, searching for the words in my eyes, “You’re trouble, Daisy. I knew it when we took those shots up on the roof. I knew then that I wanted you, in more ways than I can even fathom. But, you’re so different from me…I knew I wouldn’t be good for you. So, I didn’t wanna allow anything to happen between us. That’s why I ignored you at breakfast, why I pretended we never spoke. I’m scared of you.”

“You don’t have to be,” I was just slightly confused by his words. “I’m only human, just like you. Flesh and blood.”

“Flesh and blood and this stupid little halo above your head,” he swept a hand over my head before pulling his touch down to the back of my neck. I giggled at his words. He cracked a smile. “It’s true. I see it.”

“You’re overdramatic,” I squeezed his hand. “Don’t put me on a pedestal.”

“I’ll try not to, but it’s what you deserve, I know it, darling.”

I examined him for a second, searching his eyes for recognition that he might have felt even a little bit better. I found it in the glints shining in his dark pupils. “Are you gonna let me in now? Now that we’ve had this talk?”

“Yeah,” Oliver nodded and I swear I felt him push his cheek further into my hand. “Yeah, I think I will. I just…I can’t make you any promises about anything. About this- about- us. I don’t know what I can give.”

“Whatever you have, I’ll take,” I furrowed my brows, the volume of my voice dropping down in a desperate sort of way. “Whatever you can give me, I’ll have it. It’s okay. I can…I’ll take it, Oliver.”

His face seemed to contort, overcome with emotion, understanding, comfort- peace, almost. He struggled to find words and, after a moment or two, asked, “Can I kiss you?”

I didn’t have to nod. My eyes told him everything he needed to know.

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Penalty Box— Trevor Zegras (Part Fifteen)

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FRIDAY, MARCH 17, 2023

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yourusername LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YA’LLS AND ALL, WELCOME TO MY POSTGAME PENALTY BOX UPDATE!!!!! let’s give it up for the one, the only, the beautiful, the magnificent, the boyfriendiest boyfriend to ever boyfriend— trevor zegras!!

he has made it to six games without a penalty, which is tied for his longest streak this season! NOT ONLY THIS, he also scored tonight’s opening goal against the blue jackets!

the ducks won 7-4 tonight, which is the highest amount of goals they’ve scored this season! this team played beautiful tonight, and i could not be more proud🧡

p.s. congratulations to scott harrington for scoring not only his first goal as a duck, but his second, too!

p.s.s. i love you always my z <3

p.s.s.s. suck it quinn ~z

p.s.s.s.s. due to z editing my post, i now like @.tterry19 better than everyone

tagged trevorzegras and anaheimducks

trevorzegras i love you forever my beautiful girl 🧡

jackhughes gross

yourusername @/jackhughes could you just let us be in love

jackhughes i could, but at what cost?

anaheimducks our boy played amaZing tonight!

yourusername yes👏he👏did!!!

user1 HE IS SO CUTE PLEASE

jamie.drysdale THAT’S MY SON!!

yourusername our son was really trevor zegrasing tonight!

jamie.drysdale our son was our soning tonight?

yourusername no that sounds stupid

trevorzegras it really does

jamie.drysdale @/trevorzegras you’re grounded

yourusername @/trevorzegras y/n’s boyfriend was y/n’s boyfriending tonight?

trevorzegras brilliant

user2 lil slut with his tongue out i wonder if he keeps it in his mouth at home

user3 so trevor zegras of him to get the first shot on goal for the ducks and make it

tterry19 i’m honored to be your favorite

yourusername as you should be! you earned it!!

trevorzegras it’s a tough job bud

jamie.drysdale lots of responsibilities

_quinnhughes this isn’t okay

trevorzegras this is more than okay

yourusername we’re in uncharted territory i wanna see what happens

jackhughes yeah maybe the world will implode

_quinnhughes we’ll see what sunday holds

user4 i too like troy terry better than everyone

jackhughes for your safety i’m glad you didn’t play your drinking game

yourusername awww you do care!!

jackhughes i take it back

yourusername you looovveeeee me!!!

jackhughes 🙄

user5 so proud of my favorite team!! and favorite player!!

colecaufield 💯💯💯

trevorzegras 🤑😤😎

yourusername ihy both wtf does that mean

user6 they need to start tanking

user7 i get it but teams aren’t just going to lose on purpose for draft picks…

_alexturcotte we need different bets besides penalties for sunday

yourusername i already have a plan dw turcs!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername don’t go crazy you know the rules

_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes let her be free quinn it’s fun for some of us

yourusername @_quinnhughes yeah!! let me create chaos

jackhughes @_quinnhughes LET HER CREATE CHAOS!!

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @_alexturcotte @.yourusername FINE

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jgoddesstarot · 7 months

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Pile 1

Tarot Cards: Ace of Cups, Ace of Wands, Knight of Cups, 7 of Pentacles, Knight of Swords

Oracle Cards: Spit, Wet, Slippery

Inspired Activities: Gangbang or bukkake

Welcome, my sultry Pile 1's. Let's embark on an enticing journey of tarot reading together. Your reading has a swirling mix of potent energy, a tantalizing blend of emotional intensity, fiery passion, romantic charm, and bold decisiveness, which promises an adventurous exploration of your sensual depths.

The Ace of Cups, your first card, symbolizes the overflowing reservoir of emotions and new beginnings. This card whispers of an emotional awakening, like a wellspring of deep, untapped desires ready to erupt. It suggests a willingness to immerse yourself in the world of lust, allowing it to engulf you in its passionate embrace, perhaps in ways you'd never before imagined.

Next, we have the Ace of Wands, representing fiery determination and a spark of inspiration. It hints at an explosive sexual energy, a primal urge that demands to be explored and expressed. It is a calling to unleash the wild, untamed side of you, my Pile 1's, and give in to the carnal, raw, and unrefined experiences that your future spouse brings.

The Knight of Cups rides into your spread next, symbolizing your openness to embrace your desires. This knight is known for his romantic charm and creativity, which suggest that you may be open to exploring new realms in your intimate life. Be it a flirtatious game of tease and denial, or indulging in more daring acts inspired by gangbang or bukkake, trust in the knight's gallantry and intuition.

The 7 of Pentacles follows, representing a period of contemplation and patient growth. It asks you to invest time and effort into your intimate life, cultivating it as you would a lush, fertile garden. Enjoy the process of discovery, of learning about your and your partner's desires, of pushing boundaries and trying out new experiences. Remember, the sweetest fruits are born of patience and careful nurturing.

Finally, the Knight of Swords joins your spread, symbolizing assertiveness, courage, and directness. This knight is the embodiment of fearless pursuit and swift action. It suggests you and your future spouse will be open to direct conversations about your needs and boundaries. It's an invitation to take charge, to lead the dance of desire, and to bravely venture into uncharted territories of pleasure.

The three oracle cards, Spit, Wet, and Slippery, only amplify the message from your tarot spread. They hint at more explicit, visceral experiences: sensations, tastes, and textures that add an extra edge to your intimate encounters.

In conclusion, my daring Pile 1's, your sensual journey with your future spouse looks to be one of passionate exploration, emotional awakening, brave conversations, and daring experiments. Your willingness to surrender to pleasure, to push your boundaries, and to speak your desires promises a fulfilling, thrilling intimate life. Stay open, stay bold, and remember that the journey to pleasure is as beautiful as the destination itself.

Pile 2

Tarot Cards: 8 of Wands (in reverse), Knight of Wands, The World, 4 of Pentacles, and 2 of Swords

Oracle cards: Mirrors, Climb, Swing

Inspired Activities: Sex Club, Voyeurism

Dive in, my daring Pile 2's, let's uncover the kinky desires and sensual experiences that await you with your future spouse. The reversed 8 of Wands is our starting point, signaling a slow down. This card encourages you to take your time to explore every touch, every whisper, every shiver – relishing each tantalizing moment rather than rushing through them.

Next up, the Knight of Wands, a card of passion and adventure. This suggests you and your partner will be open to trying new, exciting experiences. Perhaps a visit to a sex club, or exploring voyeuristic tendencies? These experiences are all about opening up and shedding inhibitions. The Knight of Wands tells you to embrace this exploration with enthusiasm and courage.

The World card comes next, hinting at completion and fulfillment. This indicates that through these kinky activities, you will achieve a sense of intimate satisfaction and connection with your spouse that is truly profound and unlike anything you’ve experienced before. It's a beautiful journey of sexual discovery, leading to an even deeper bond between you.

The 4 of Pentacles and the 2 of Swords suggest a balance in your approach to these experiences. With the 4 of Pentacles, you're reminded to maintain your boundaries and only engage in activities that you feel comfortable with. The 2 of Swords indicates that open communication about your desires and limits will be crucial in this erotic journey.

Our oracle cards, Mirrors, Climb, and Swing, reinforce this message, hinting at experiences that might include exhibitionism, dominance, and switching roles. You're encouraged to mirror each other’s desires, to reach new peaks of pleasure (Climb), and to enjoy the swing between control and surrender.

In conclusion, my adventurous Pile 2's, your intimate journey with your future spouse will be a thrilling exploration of kinky activities. Remember, trust, communication and mutual consent are key to a fulfilling and exciting intimate life. Be brave, be open, and allow yourself to enjoy this incredible journey.

Pile 3

Tarot Cards: The Moon, 4 of Wands, The Tower, The Hermit, 2 of Cups, Judgement (in reverse)

Oracle Cards: Drenched, Relief, Breathplay

Inspired Activities: Water sports (giving and receiving)

Dive in, my Pile 3's, as we delve into the mystical waters of your erotic futures. The Moon leads our exploration, a card of dreams, desires, and indeed, some delightful debauchery. Your intimate life with your future spouse is set to be an intoxicating blend of fantasy and reality, where the pull of your wildest desires will guide you towards uncharted territories of pleasure.

Next, the 4 of Wands erects its strong energy, symbolizing a celebration of love and intimate connection. Paired with inspired water sports activities, this suggests a future filled with shared showers, steamy hot tubs, and maybe even some playful sprinkler action in the backyard. Your relationship will brim with joyous exploration and a sense of playful discovery. So, don't be afraid to get a little wet!

Oh, my adventurous Pile 3's, The Tower looms in the distance. Often seen as a card of disruption and sudden change, in this context, it radiates a liberating energy. This card encourages you to demolish any walls of inhibition, to let go and fully immerse yourself in the waterfall of your shared desires. The sparks will fly, my darlings, and from the rubble will rise a newfound freedom and intensity in your intimate relationship.

The Hermit then offers a moment of introspection, a gentle reminder to engage in self-exploration, understanding your desires, and communicating them with your partner. This is the card of knowledge, and in your case, it speaks of learning and discovering the depths of your own and your partner's intimate cravings. It advocates for a conscious journey towards a balanced and mutually satisfying physical relationship.

The 2 of Cups, the card of mutual connection and partnership, coupled with the reversed Judgement card, makes a compelling case for open-mindedness and non-judgement. It suggests trying new things together, giving and receiving in equal measure, and experiencing the thrill of shared pleasure. Don't shy away from the unconventional, my Pile 3's, for your physical connection will be as deep and intoxicating as your emotional bond.

To conclude, my daring Pile 3's, your intimate voyage with your future spouse will be an exhilarating journey of shared fantasies, playful exploration, and profound connection. The key lies in open communication, mutual respect, and an insatiable thirst for pleasure. Embrace the journey, my darlings, and let the tides of desire carry you away!

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matryosika · 2 years

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Day 4: Pegging + Prostate orgam with Minho

Wordcount — 1,743 words

Includes — Dominant!Minho, submissive!reader. Themes of dominance and power, brief discussion of roles/positions, dirty talk, use of petnames, use of toys (strap on), first time pegging (for both characters), anal stimulation, handjob, prostate orgasm.

Author's note — This is a first. I never thought I would write something that involved pegging, but here we are! I think this is a bit different than most drabbles that I've read before (regarding this practice) because I wanted to have this openess about dynamics and roles. I think I've mostly ready about pegging with submissive male characters and dominant readers, but I wanted to add some of my style in this and make it the other way around! I had fun writing this, so I hope you like it! Please keep in mind that english isn't my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes in advance.

Despite having slept with him so many times, tonight, Minho's body seems like uncharted territory.

This isn’t the first time he is underneath you, but it is definitely the first time he is underneath you with his legs completely spread. In any other time, you would sit on his lap and align the tip of his cock with your entrance, sinking your hips against his under his orders —but not tonight.

Tonight, the dynamic it’s the same but not as usual.

“Look at you,” Minho mumbles while having his eyes fixed all over your figure. His gaze is as inviting as it is intimidating, and you never thought that even while being in this position he could manage to make you feel just as vulnerable as when you submit to him. “Didn’t think you would make it this far”.

You bite your bottom lip nervously, both of your hands resting on the back of his thighs while aligning the tip of the dildo to his hole. To be truthfully honest, you didn’t think you would make it this far either —the idea of swapping positions seemed terrifying; there was not an ounce of dominance inside you and Minho just wasn’t the type to give up on control and submit.

In the midst of things, though, you realized you got it all wrong. Yes, it was a new practice being introduced into your relationship, but it didn’t mean you have to change the preferred roles for you to perform it.

Minho quickly picked up on this, but it took you a few days to understand that it was nothing out of this world.

“Anything for you,” you murmur with shortness of breath, mouth watering at the sight of his erection. You clench around thin air but manage to control yourself —tonight, the one getting fucked it’s not you.

“Aren’t you such a good girl?” Minho taunts you, stroking his length while staring right into your eyes.

The kind of power he feels while talking down on you, even while being aware of what is yet to come, it’s unmatched. Even while having you on top, physically overpowering him, Minho has never felt more dominant —you are doing all of this because he asked you to, because you feel the need to please him in every way he needs to be pleased.

And that, that it’s something that not even switching positions could take away from him.

“Just for you,” you breathe, feeling your nipples hardening in anticipation while a chill travels through your body.

“Mhm,” he hums, while you lean down to leave a wet peck on his lips. “Just for me because you are all mine”.

Minho welcomes you into his embrace, the wet peck turning into a sloppy, passionate kiss —a kiss that reinforces his dominance over yours.

When you interrupt it to catch some breath, your words come out a bit more strangled than you intended them to, “Is this okay?”

Minho’s eyebrows furrow and his eyes close when he feels the tip of the dildo pressing against his hole, previously prepared with lube. You are definitely positive he isn’t in pain, but you assume that it is all a new sensation for him, just like it is for you.

“Yes, princess,” he murmurs, and you can clearly hear his voice trembling, almost as if he is holding back from making any noises just yet.

“Can I?”

Cupping your face with one of his hands while you are still towering over him, Minho nods. “Go ahead,” he presses his lips against yours, “why don’t you make me feel good, huh?”

With a loud sigh you focus your attention back to his crotch, glistening with lube and pulsating slightly in anticipation. You sink your hips slowly against his, going in even slower when you hear a loud grunt falling from your boyfriend’s lips.

“Fuck,” he mutters through gritted teeth. His skin is already covered in sweat, his cheeks are slightly tinted and his lips are swollen after many, endless kisses. “Easy, princess”.

You do as you are being told, moving carefully inside him while your undivided attention is all over the grimaces in his face. Although he asked for this, you can’t help but fear hurting him or giving him an unpleasant sensation.

After all, all you want is to please him, to make him feel good.

“Just like that,” he encourages you, lips slightly parted and eyebrows still furrowed while his gaze is fixed in the way you bottom out inside him. “Fuck”.

When you are sure you can’t go deeper, you softly pull your hips away from his and repeat the movements all over again —after much fooling with Minho, you have learned a thing or two.

“Feels good?” you ask shyly, not being used to this experience just yet.

Minho is not hard to read, but you need him to be a lot more verbal in this. You need to know you are making him feel good, that you are doing a great job on pleasing him.

“Mhm,” he hums again. “It feels so fucking… fuck”.

But the truth is, he can’t even speak. The way you are stretching him open feels delicious, even more than he initially thought it would feel —plus your hips grind sensually against his, and it is all an arousing show.

When you finally acquire a steady pace, and Minho gets more comfortable while having the toy inside him, you lean over his body again to be closer.

You mean to kiss him, to play with his tongue while your toy stretch his hole, but he gets ahead —his fingers latch tightly on your hair, forcing you to bend even further over him. “I know you can make me feel even better,” he taunts you, making you whimper in pain. “Why don’t you go a bit faster now? Just like I fuck you”.

You nod with your head as much as his grip allows you too and follow his orders, rushing your thrusts. Minho, however, doesn't let go of you.

“Like this?” you query with shortness of breath.

“Faster,” he orders, nose brushing against your cheek while you pathetically lose control of your hips. “Don’t be scared, princess, I can take it”.

There’s something arousing in how well Minho can take you, despite this being his first time. You are too concentrated in trying to be gentle, that you fail to realize he doesn’t want you to until he says it.

You’ve always known Minho enjoys sex a lot more when it’s rough —it just didn’t strike you it went both ways.

“That’s right,” he groans loudly, still forcing you in place while you fuck him roughly. Your hips move the dildo in and out of him with ease, making him emit louder moans than you are used to hearing from him. “Keep fucking me just like that”.

Contrary to yours, his words don’t sound like pleas but more like orders. He hisses and grunts while you bottom out, gripping your hair harsher every time you do so.

His voice trembles from time to time, but his tone and words are firm.

“You’re such a pretty slut,” he breathes, sneaking one hand between your bodies to jerk himself off while you are pistoning his hole. “Always ready to please me and follow my orders, aren’t you?”

You nod eagerly, heart racing at the sound of Minho’s breath getting caught up in his throat and the look of his jaw tensing as he tries his best to not be too loud. You know he is trying his best not to lose control of himself but, if anything, that just makes the whole thing hotter.

“Yes, Minho,” you whimper, feeling your nipples grazing against his naked chest. “Just want to make you feel good?”

“Yeah?” he asks and his voice trembles. The feeling of being full, combined with the movements of his wrist, are sending him straight to cloud 9 —the pleasure feels too overwhelming, but it is nice. “Are you going to make me come?”

You don’t answer and, instead, start moving faster and deeper inside him —you no longer try to go gentle and soft on him, because you now know that’s not what he wants.

“Y-yes,” you murmur, the grip on your hair forcing you to look right at him. “Yes Minho”.

“Go on then,” he hisses without breaking eye contact; his gaze feels as intimidating as ever. “Make me come all over myself”.

Again, more than a plea, it’s an order. He lets you go and you straighten your body, returning to the initial position from when you first entered him fully. Minho’s eyes are all over you, and you’ve never felt more vulnerable than you do right now.

The groans and moans are coming a lot more frequently now, and judged by the veins popping on his forehead and neck, you can tell he is closer than you thought.

A couple of sharp thrusts are more than enough for his hand to go from his cock to the bedsheets underneath him, gripping them harshly while his hips start grinding against yours desperately, almost as if his body is reacting on its own.

Not even a few seconds later, still while fucking him, spurts of his hot cum land on his tone abdomen that contracts every time the toy goes inside him.

He came, and he came a lot.

“Princess,” Minho desperately groans, challenging eyes finding yours. “Keep going”.

And you do.

As he overcomes his orgasm, you continue on fucking him, gradually decreasing the speed until he asks you to stop.

His legs are still spread for you, the toy is still inside him but his cock is now softening as the seconds go by. His abdomen is decorated with his arousal and, all together, this is all a sight you never thought you would see.

He is having a hard time stabilizing himself. Usually, he can go for a while without cumming, yet tonight it was all so different that he couldn’t help but finish in a matter of minutes.

“So…” you mumble, shyly. Your hands are resting on his thighs while you are still kneeling between his legs, “was it good?”

Minho smiles while having his eyes closed, as if the answer isn’t obvious.

To be honest, he always felt attracted to the idea of you pegging him, but he just never thought he would love it that much.

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mangoguy · 1 month

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CBF! König x GN! Reader (Chapter One)

Warnings: reader has a dad (they are adopted), no pronouns but 'you', König has a name, bullying (not from you or König)

Your first day of grade seven in a new school with new people.

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Age: 12

Memory Two

“First day woes”

“You have fun now, okay? I hope you have a good first day!” Dad was shouting from the front door of your new home. It was the first day of Grade seven and you were nervous beyond belief. You gave a thumbs up to your dad along with a nervous smile before walking over two houses down towards Alexander's house. His house was pretty, just like the rest of the block. You can tell his mom takes good care of the garden, flower beds were everywhere in the front lawn.

You could see Alexander trying to get his foot out the door but his mom was making it difficult. She was pinching his cheeks and kissing his face, gushing about how her baby boy was growing up too fast. His face was red when he noticed you were standing there. He scowled at his mom and she finally relented.

“Oh! Let me get a picture with you and your friend! First days only come once you know?” She smiled at both of you before getting her camera. Alexander groaned softly, his protests going unheard before defeatingly walking over to you. You gave him a reassuring smile but that didn't seem to help.

Your relationship with Alexander was… strange to say the least. He barely spoke to you and when he did it was curt, one worded replies. He fidgeted more when you were around, opting to just watch you play on the playground. His mom often forces you two to hang out (not that your dad is any help either) and it's awkward. He's extremely tense and you can barely get him to speak. You don't even know what to call your relationship, friends? acquaintances? Kids whose parents force them to hang out? He always looks like he dies on the inside and wants to be anywhere other than near you.

“Okay, say cheese!” His mom is pointing the disposal camera at you two. You stand awkwardly side by side, a good 4 feet apart from each other. You smile and Alexander just frowns. The camera flashes a few times before she seems satisfied.

“You two have a great day! I love you Alexander,” his mom waved the both of you off. Alexander mumbled out a quick I love you back to his mom before walking towards the school. You quickly followed behind him, ambling along and looking at the sights. You only stayed on your block and the hidden playground, this was uncharted territory in your eyes and you were loving it.

“Sooo… what's school here like?” You piped up, nervous but very curious.

“I don't know… the same like every other school,” he mumbled.

“Okay, fair… but like, how is it? How are the teachers? Kids? Do we share the same class?” You started your rapid fire questions. He gripped his backpack straps harder.

“...They're fine… and I don't know if we have the same class,” he grumbled. You noticed he hesitated on answering your first two questions and it seemed like he wasn't willing to answer more as he picked up speed to walk in front of you. You just let him be grumpy from the rest of the walk.

You and Alexander were in the gym, a large stage was near the front. All the students were gathered here by the teachers and all sat in rows facing the stage. They were giving a standard welcome back speech which was quite boring. You looked over to Alexander, sadly he wasn't placed near you, he sat a few rows up and he looked so uncomfortable.

“Now the teachers will be calling their students so I suggest you all pay attention so you don’t be left behind,” the principal spoke. You perked up and quietly listened to the names being called, finally the grade 7 teacher came up on stage and started listing off names. You heard Alexander’s name called before yours was, you smiled at this- at least you know one person… and Alexander seemed to relax more when your name was called. He did seem to tense up again when two boys’ names were called plus a girl’s. You nudged him lightly to ask what was wrong but he shook his head.

The classroom was nice, this school definitely had money from what you’ve seen. It was quite cozy and the teacher seemed to be embracing the fall theme. You went to the cubbies that were on the right wall near the door. Picking one of the last ones that were near the teachers desk, Alexander walked over to you and put his stuff in the cubby you picked.

“We’ve got to share anyway…” He mumbled before waiting on your next move, he already took his jacket off and had his books and pencil case in hand. It was odd he was now clinging onto you, especially when it wasn’t too long ago that he wasn’t fond of your presence. You quickly took your things out before the teacher started urging students to take a desk, claiming that it’ll be the one you’ll be sitting in for the rest of the year. The desks were all grouped together in pairs of two. You took a seat near the window, more towards the middle of the room. Alexander took the desk next to yours, putting his stuff all over.

“Now that we are all settled, let’s go around the room and introduce ourselves! We have a few new students in school so let’s all share one fact about ourselves after we say our names,” the teacher smiled to the class. She went first, introducing herself as Mrs. Fink and that she liked hiking around the trails. From there the class started introducing themselves one by one. You always disliked this form of icebreaker. It was always so awkward. You felt your hands get sweaty as you balled your hands into fists, relaxed them then balled them into fists again. You looked over to see Alexander and he wasn’t doing any better either, in fact he looked physically ill. When it was Alexander’s turn you noticed how some kids snickered and pointed when the teacher wasn’t looking. He stood up before quickly speaking.

“I’m Alexander… I… my… um… My favourite colour is blue” he finally settled on something to say before quickly sitting down. One kid behind you whispered how generic that was and Alexander slouched at that. You frowned, glaring at the kid behind you before it was your turn. You said your name and spoke about how you just moved here in the summer, you fumbled over your words a bit… and your face heated up the longer you spoke. You sat back down, just glad that was over with before quickly distracting yourself from whatever that was.

Lunch was boring, everyone was gathered around in their respective friend groups, only a few kids were left to eat alone and that included you and Alexander. Well, you wouldn’t say you were eating alone, Alexander was stuck to you like glue but he wasn’t talking to you. He was more preoccupied with whatever he was writing. From what you could gather he was writing something about a dragon but before you could read more, a boy came up and snatched his notebook off his desk.

“Let’s see here…” The boy mumbled, being rough with the book in a way that would definitely rip the pages if the boy wanted. Alexander stood up and tried snatching the notebook back but the other boy just held it further away.

“Give… give it back!” Alexander tried sounding mean but it fell flat, his voice too nervous and squeaky.

“Man, I don’t understand why you bother writing these things… It's lame. What princess would want you to save them? You’d be the ugly troll keeping her hostage with how you look,” some of the kids started laughing and Alexander looked down at his shoes. You decided to step in. You were nervous though, never really having to deal with a bully. It wasn’t as easy as those anti bullying videos made it out to be. Plus where exactly did the teacher go? You stood up, walking over to the other boy who you remembered to be Felix, and snatched the book away from him.

“Leave him alone! What did Alexander even do to you anyway? He was just writing,” you chastised. A few of the kids around you looked bewildered. Felix stared at you for a moment before scowling.

“I don’t remember asking for your opinion” He was now looking at you, walking closer and making himself look bigger. You stood your ground but you were sweating, your classmates were now all watching you.

“Yeah well… I don’t remember inviting you over to join us for lunch,” You shot back, it was a lame comeback but you were never really one for insults. It seemed like Felix and some of the class knew also because they started laughing. Your face burned hot from embarrassment and Alexander seemed to shrink back and cringe.

Before Felix could do anymore damage, the teacher finally entered the classroom. She paused when she saw you, Felix and Alexander out of your desks.

“What’s going on here?” She asked, looking suspiciously at all of you. Felix lightly shoved you away and put his arm around Alexander. He smiled, trying to look innocent for the teacher.

“Nothing Mrs. Fink I was just telling Alexander what an amazing writer he was, isn’t that right?” He looked over at you, waiting for your answer.

“...Yeah…” You mumbled. You looked over at Alexander, who flinched and nodded along. Felix was definitely gripping him too hard. The teacher seemed satisfied with that answer and went back to her desk. Felix let go of Alexander like he was burning him and went back to his desk, glaring at you as he went. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you sat back down at your desk. You placed Alexander’s notebook back on his desk.

The walk back home from school was silent, as usual. You were kicking a rock down the sidewalk when Alexander spoke up.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know…” He said, he was looking at you for once.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You know… talk back to Felix, now things are only going to get worse thanks to you,” he snapped. You halted your movements and gawked at him. You were wondering if you heard him correctly before getting angry yourself.

“Well jeez, a thank you would be nice,” you argued.

“What do I have to thank you for? You basically widened the target on my back!” He seethed before stomping off towards the park. You stood there, watching him retreat to his hiding place. You thought you did a good thing but Alexander thought otherwise. You sighed, not having the energy to deal with him as you walked the rest of the way alone. What a memorable first day of school.

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Chapter Two

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entomolog-t · 8 months

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Bite Me - Chapter 3

Not so fun conversation topics for two total strangers; Can June put two and two together?

We have officially passed the og comic so this is all uncharted water (though I would love to draw this out eventually!)

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 2

Next Chapter: Chapter 4

Word count: 1116

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, Dehumanization

Aedes stared up at the looming woman before him, her apology- no- her admission hanging heavy in the air. Her answer hit him like ice; both chilling him to the bone and freezing him in place. She admitted it. He was trapped, the weight of her admission holding him in place... and yet there he stood, cornered, but still free from her grasp.

"Then what?" He growls. The sound of his own voice grates on him; for all the raw anger in his voice, he hates that he can still hear his own desperation slipping through.

" I.. I don't know.” She bit her lip. His skin bristled at the sight of the woman's teeth. He watches as she grows uncomfortable. Good. “It's not like I planned what to do…”

He snorted. She didn't even know what she wanted to do with him? Catching for the sake of what?? Just wanting?? Was he that fucking insignificant? Was this some sort of sick fun? Just a game of cat and mouse? She couldn't even just be bothered to reach out and grab him- instead just prolonging the inevitable. His hands shook, claws digging into the meat of his palms as he clenched his fists. Her nonchalant attitude fed into his growing nausea. He could feel the blood he'd so recently drank rising up in his throat. Her answers terrified him.

"And if you catch me," despite being cornered, he made sure to emphasize the word if, "would you ever let me go?"

Genuine shock seemed to dash across her features at his words. Her expression softened, as did her voice,

"O-Of course!" It was strange. She sounded… almost remorseful. "Look, I'm not…I'm sorry, I'm not trying to hold you hostage- like that’s obviously wrong- it's just… this is weird, okay? You're in my house- my bed!”

It takes all of his willpower and probably some years off of his life to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. If you know it's wrong, why apologize ?? Just stop!? He grits his teeth. If she didn't care enough not to hold him prisoner in this stupid corner then why would she care enough to let him go?

“Of course?” He didn’t believe her, but he played along, counting his blessings that he remained out of her grasp for now, "So… if I let you quell your curiosity," He says, unable to keep the snide tone from his voice, "would I no longer be your hostage? Would you let me go?"

"I admit, that wasn't really the best wording-"

"Would you?" His voice, though fearful, is firm.

To his shock, she seems to shrink back at his tone. She nods.

"I… I'd just like answers…" She states quietly, her voice nearly a whisper. He narrows his eyes. Fuck. What was he supposed to say?? The moment she puts two and two together she’ll- He shook his head, frustrated. He needed a plan. An idea. Anything. His chest tightened as his mind spun. What was he supposed to do? Why did he have to tell her anything in the first place? Did she just expect him to act like a dog and sit and speak on command? The thought grated against his pride. He grit his teeth. She’d already told him to stay.

“And what?” He spits, “I’m just supposed to talk because you tell me "speak" ? Am I a pet or a person to you??" He winces at the bitter venom he tastes in his words. She holds all the cards. He shouldn’t outright try to provoke her, but his mind is spinning in desperation. What was he supposed to say?? She wanted answers he desperately did not want to give. The thought sends a shiver down his spin. Yet, to his surprise, his words didn't seem to anger her. He watched as she looked away- for a moment he was almost tempted to run, but surprise had him glued in place. She looked conflicted- or ashamed? He swallowed dryly, heart pounding in his chest Did she actually… could she actually see him as a person? After a long pause, she spoke.

"A person... I think?" His brief sense of hope seems to decay in his grasp- a sickening feeling of foreboding taking its place.

"You think?” He yells, voice growing louder with each syllable, "How can you not know?? Am I, or am I not a person to you!?” As he spat the question at her as he struggled to hold her gaze, his heart begging for her to see him… To his dismay, instead he saw himself; Reflected by the dim light from the moonlit window he saw his reflection in those too large fern green eyes. The sight disgusted him; A scared and pitiful creature trapped in the stare of being that was just so much… more. As much as he hated it, he refused to look away. However, she did.

"I- " she pauses, her gaze turning back to him- eyes pleading… for what?? Why did she look like she was pleading to him?? "I don't know. I mean, I know you're not a… pet. You're a talking, thinking being."

Oh?

Maybe there was hope… maybe she truly could see him…

"-but,"

Ah. There it was.

"I’m going to be honest… This feels different. I wouldn't contemplate catching a person... or you know, force them into a conversation with me. I-” She bites her lip, struggling to pick her words. “I don't want to lie to you. I promise you, I don’t see you as a pet, but honestly" She swallowed, seeming almost.. nervous? "I don't really see you as a person either."

Of course she didn't. What else did he expect? He wasn't a person to her- but then again, he wasn't a person at all. He wasn’t human- he was a parasite. The word tasted like poison on his tongue. He knew what he was, but if not a person or something to be had, what was he to her? Why was he still cornered?

“Then what am I?” He hears an angry desperation in his voice he hadn't known was there. Had she figured it out? If not a person or a pet, did she know he was a pest? She starts to answer and abruptly stops, reconsidering. After a moment, she continues;

"You tell me. What are you?"

He wanted to lie. To say he was nothing more than a man, just… a small one, but she had caught him in the act. How could he explain away… feeding. He grimaced. Why did it matter what he was? He was a thinking, speaking being- just the same as her!

“My name,” he sneered, “is Aedes.”

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callsignlucky · 2 years

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talk to me, lucky (part 3)

summary: You're Maverick’s kid. You’re also Bradley Bradshaw’s best friend—or at least, you were. What lies between you two now is uncharted territory.

pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw/mitchell!reader

wc: 2.3k

a/n: good morning, aviators! so sorry this took eight days to get up! also this part might be a little slow to some so big apologies about that. anyways come get y'all juice

<- part 2 | part 4 ->

I slid out of my Jeep the following morning, eyes lingering on the horizon as the sun crept up, washing the base in hues of orange, red and yellow. This was a definite perk of getting up so early, but I’d still rather sleep in.

“Hey!” A voice from my left pulled my attention, and I turned my head to see Lieutenant Natasha Trace jog over from her truck. She looked different than she had yesterday at the bar—her dress khakis were replaced with a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. Aviators hung from the neckline, and she switched her green duffel from one hand to the other before extending her arm in a handshake. “Morning. You’re Lucky, right?”

“The one and only. You must be Phoenix.” I shook her hand firmly as she confirmed her callsign with a nod. “Good to see it’s not a total sausage party.”

She snorted with a nod, falling into step with me as we headed inside to the locker room. “We got Halo here, too, so we aren’t that outnumbered.”

“Oh, we’ll still be fighting by the skin of our teeth.” I assured her, and she laughed bitterly as we made our way down the hall.

“I have no doubt.”

I was waiting for her to bring up Bradley, she practically had a front row seat to The Slap That Shook North Island, but she didn’t say a word and I was grateful. She introduced me to the infamous Callie Bassett, who was just as pleasant as I’d heard, and I thought that’s why they called her Halo. I was wrong, and poor Callie went on to explain that she earned her callsign when she nearly met her demise doing HALO jumps—high altitude, low opening. She passed out mid-fall, and if her HALO instructor hadn’t ripped her cord at the last possible second…splat. No more Callie. By the time she was done with her story we were all dressed in our flight suits, and headed down to the hangar where we were instructed to meet. And just when I started to get too comfortable…

“Well if it isn’t the woman of the hour!” Lieutenant Jake Seresin’s twang was enough to pull Phoenix’s eyes into a roll. With a smirk, the blonde sauntered over, another man at his side. “Lucky, was it?”

I nodded, providing him with my full name, emphasizing the Lieutenant that sat in front of it. “You must be Dogman and Hyena.”

He faltered, but only slightly, switching the toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other with his tongue. “Hangman and Coyote”

“Right.” I dragged out the i, to emphasize how little I cared. “And why am I the woman of the hour, Bagman?”

Beside me, I saw Natasha give Jake a look out of the corner of my eye, the type of look that said shut up if you know what’s good for you, but from what I’d heard of the pilot in front of me, he didn’t have a clue what that was. “Well, my buddy Coyote and I are just dying to know what happened between you and Bradshaw. I mean…that was one hell of a slap.”

I had two options. I could tell the truth, or I could lie.

Okay, realistically, I had one option. So, I grinned at Hangman with all my teeth, tilting my chin up. “Oh, it was just some foreplay.”

This wiped that cocky smile right off his face. “What?”

“Foreplay.” After a beat I huffed, rolling my eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You know, just something to spice things up!” I dropped my voice to sound more sultry and leaned in a bit. “Sometimes, Bradley and I like to meet at bars and cause a scene. Makes things much better in bed. You should try it, Seresin.” His eyes were wide as saucers, and I had to think about the time my dad walked in on my boyfriend escaping through my bedroom window to prevent myself from laughing.

“You..You’re serious?” He asked after a moment, and I held his gaze in long enough silence to make him uncomfortable before laughing out loud.

“No, you idiot, I’m not serious! Do you really think I’d ever tell you something like that? I don’t even know you.” I rolled my eyes with a scoff of a laugh, and Jake clenched his jaw, obviously not too fond of being the butt of the joke for once.

“Very funny, Lucky. What’s the real reason, then?”

“Some things are just better left a mystery, Milkman.” I snorted at my own joke, deciding then and there that I would spend the next three weeks coming up with the worst versions of Jake’s callsign that I could think of purely for my own amusement. “See you out there, Phoenix.” With a nod toward the other woman I headed up to the podium, where a friend was straightening out papers. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, Hondo.”

“Good to see you too, kiddo.” He greeted, a small grin on his face and voice quiet. “Glad to know you’re just as much your father’s daughter as ever.”

I smiled wide and nodded my head in a bow. “Thank you, Hondo, I pride myself on that fact. Though I still can’t believe he dragged you here to North Island.”

“Well, the pay bump, free housing and California sun resulted in not so much as a drag but an eager trot. Besides, I’d gladly follow that man into Hell, Lucky. North Island is definitely not that.” He smiled at me and I patted his shoulder, before heading to find a seat. I felt like I was in high school again as I eased myself into one of the desks, fiddling with the pencil that rested in the little groove. I allowed myself to get lost in thought, and I only picked my head up when the rest of the team began to file in, with Rooster at the helm of the group, eyes searching the desks before him.

It was at that moment that I realized Bradley Bradshaw had some balls of steel as he dropped himself into the desk right next to mine. I really couldn’t believe it. I slapped him in front of everyone sitting around us, and he still had the nerve to plop down beside me. My hands clenched into my fists in my lap and I quickly faced forward, keeping my face as blank as possible.

“I wouldn’t have picked Lucky.” He whispered to me, and it was all I could do to keep my jaw from hitting the floor. The first words he’s spoken to me in ten years and they were about my goddamn callsign?? My nails dug into my palms and I stared straight ahead while Rooster continued. “For your callsign, I mean. I wouldn’t have picked Lucky. I would’ve gone with Cherry.”

That nickname cut deep and propelled me back into our childhood, and for a second it felt like he wanted to hurt me. I had to remind myself that Bradley would never hurt me on purpose, but a person can change a lot in a decade. I tightened my jaw, trying to keep my facial expressions neutral because I knew Hangman was watching us, especially now that Bradley had sat down next to me like an idiot.

“Well, you weren’t around to pick my callsign, now were you, Rooster?” I replied quietly after a moment, eyes flicking down to the thick book sitting in front of me, avoiding even looking at him. The aged desk creaked as he leaned back in it. These were probably the same ones that our fathers sat in all those years ago. If we had been on better terms, I’d make a joke that he was probably sitting in Maverick’s while I was sitting In Goose’s. It worked better like that than the other way around. More fitting.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered after a minute. “I just…” He trailed off, silence overtaking him, and sighed heavily. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re ten years too late for sorry, Bradley.”

“I know. I know I messed up. I just—I…I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t…after what he did, I couldn’t, and you…” Rooster was dancing around what he really wanted to say, voice so quiet I could barely hear him. He stared at his hands, brows furrowed, debating within himself and I urged him silently to just say it already as my frustrations rose. “Forget it. You wouldn’t understand.”

My jaw tightened. “Right.” I nodded slowly, pulling the book and my pencil to my stomach as I swung my leg around the seat to stand. “Because I’ve never understood you, Bradley. Not once, not ever.”

He spoke my name, clearly already regretting what he’d said, but I was already preparing to stand—until a loud voice cut my plans to move seats short.

“ATTENTION ON DECK!”

Like clockwork, all of us were up in parade rest like it was muscle memory as Admirals Bates and Simpson entered the aircraft hangar. The latter of the two fell to a halt beside Hondo, while the former approached the podium.

“Good morning. Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated.” Admiral Bates greeted us, and everyone lowered themselves back down into their desks, eager to find out what was in store for us. “I’m Admiral Bates, NAWDC commander. You are all TOPGUN graduates. The elite. The best of the best.” The room was full of smiles, some arrogant, some proud. “That was yesterday.” And at once, the smiles dropped. “The enemy’s new fifth generation fighter has leveled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage. Success, now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box.” I watched as Hangman turned his head with a cocky grin to gaze at Phoenix, and smiled faintly at the subtle middle finger she raised at him in return as Bates continued to speak. “Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve.”

I caught the Admiral’s gaze for a long moment and I quickly glanced over at Bradley, just as Hangman turned to smile at him the same way he’d smiled at Phoenix. His eyes were straight ahead, face calm, optimistic even. He had no idea what was coming, and a part of me felt sorry that we blindsided him. It only lasted for a moment, before I reminded myself that I was blindsided by him when he wouldn’t return any of my calls.

“Your instructor is a TOPGUN graduate with real-world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master.” As Bates began his introduction, I couldn’t help but get excited. I sat up straighter, tilted my chin up, eyes bright. Even if I was going through the emotional ringer because of the man beside me, the other man making his approach down the aisle flooded me with pride, even though I couldn’t show it. “His exploits are legendary, and he’s considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced.”

Hangman turned to look and I watched as his cocky demeanor completely melted away, and he turned back around, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life or death.” Other heads turned, including Coyote’s, who had the same reaction as Hangman, slumping forward in his seat with a nervous smile.

Rooster finally turned his head, and his face melted into something else entirely. Something hard, something cold, something…angry. He looked over at me and I quickly looked away, feeling so goddamn guilty and hating it because it confused the hell out of me.

“I give you Captain Pete Mitchell.” Admiral Bates’ deep voice boomed all around us. “Callsign, Maverick.”

I watched with a small smile as my father took the podium, nodding in response as he said good morning. He examined his team, lifting his brows quickly at me, before holding up a thick book. “The F-18 NATOPS.” As he lowered it, he patted it a few times. “It contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft. I’m assuming you know the book inside and out.”

Around us, some pilots called out. All of the arrogant ones, I noted. With a damn straight, Hangman was also included.

My father then proceeded to throw the book in the trash. “So does your enemy.”

Despite none of the pilots around me knowing my connection with him, I felt my cheeks redden slightly, wanting to sink through the floor. My eyes flicked to Hondo, who shook his head slightly, chest rising and falling in a heavy sigh. “And we’re off.” I murmured to myself.

“What the enemy doesn’t know,” Dad continued, “is your limits. I intend to find them. Test them. Push beyond.” His eyes found mine again. He and I had always been on the same wavelength, so I knew this was his subtle way of telling me I would not be receiving any special treatment. Part of me was glad, but the other was slightly terrified.

I’d grown up with Dad. I had yet to meet Captain Pete Mitchell.

“Today, we’ll start with what you only think you know.” His eyes scanned the pilots in front of him. “You show me what you’re made of.”

I knew my skill set. I knew I was a good pilot. The apple didn’t fall far after all, and my simply being here meant I could hold my own with the men and women around me.

But I wasn’t an idiot. I wouldn’t stand a chance against Maverick. I took some comfort in knowing the fact that if I couldn’t, there was no way in hell the pilots around me could either. One thing I knew for certain—it was going to be a long day.

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