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They had been running for some time now, chasing after Gem and Scott ever since proclaiming themselves allies. Chasing, without end, prey that was an expert at evading. It was frustrating, and not to mention exhausting.

Pearl took a moment to gasp for air, her footsteps stumbling to a halt. It took Scar a moment to notice, but when he did he stopped as well, turning to look back at her. “You good, Pearl?” he asked, tilting his head slightly in question.

“Yeah,” she got out, “doin’ lovely, mate. Don’t worry about me, just need a second.” She bent over, resting her hands on her knees as she gasped. Her lungs and legs burned from the strain, and despite his calm demeanor she knew Scar was feeling the same.

It took Pearl a moment to realize that her hair was cascading down around her, falling into her face despite the fact that she had tied her hair back earlier. With a groan, she realized her ponytail had come loose, the ribbon she had used still tangled in her hair. “Hold on,” she got out, straightening back up, “I have to tie my hair back up. Can’t be fighting with my hair down.”

“Wait!” Scar set down his shield and bow before stepping forward. “I have a better idea.” Before Pearl could protest, he gently took the tangled ribbon from her hair.

Pearl frowned. “What are you planning, Scar?”

“Sit down, Pearl.” Scar lowered himself to the ground and sat with his legs folded beneath him. “I’ll braid your hair.”

Pearl raised an eyebrow, laughing. She still clutched her bow in her hand, looking around nervously– they were almost a full death game in, and she still was on edge. As if she was planning on winning. “You know we don’t have that kind of time, Scar. Gem and Scott are still out there, and who knows what they’re planning?”

Scar shook his head, patting the ground in front of him. “Sit down. We need this rest, you know. Can’t fight too well if we’re exhausted.”

Pearl sighed, reluctantly setting down her bow as she sat. She kept her shield in her hand, laying it across her lap and fidgeting with the handle. “Alright.” She felt Scar pull her hair back, gently beginning to comb his fingers through her tangled locks. “Y’know, the final fight would go a lot easier if you killed me.”

Scar shook his head, still continuing to carefully brush through Pearl’s hair. “You know why I won’t do that, Pearl. I don’t like all those ‘heroic sacrifices’.”

Pearl laughed, continuing to fidget with her shield. Something about her laughter sounded a little bitter, nostalgic for something that had never happened. “Yeah, I can’t imagine why.”

Scar began dividing her hair up into sections, humming softly as he began to braid. “You have nice hair,” he commented, “very shiny. And soft.”

“You think so?” Pearl asked, free hand drifting up to play with one of her free locks. “Honestly, it just gets in the way during these games. I’m thinking of cutting it.”

Scar gasped, though the smile remained on his face. “Oh, I can only imagine… this game hasn’t even given us hairbrushes, the nerve!” After a moment of silence, he continued. “If you cut your hair, I won’t have any to braid, you know. How’s a man supposed to keep his hands busy like that?”

Pearl laughed, finally seeming to relax slightly as she set her shield to the side. “Grow out your own hair, you goof.” There was a sadness in her voice that Scar couldn’t physically understand– he’d never had long hair, so why did she sound like she was grieving something that never happened? And something so small at that.

For Pearl, the reason why was simple. How could she not grieve the parts of her friends that they’d forgotten they’d ever had? A smile that was missing its mischievousness, a laugh that was missing its depth. A look that had no recognition, no shared secrets. Memories like missing puzzle pieces, lost somewhere unknown. That was what she saw every time blood stained the ground, every time family was pitted against one another like soldiers at war.

Scar continued to braid Pearl’s hair, humming a cheery tune that Pearl knew he couldn’t recall learning. Deft hands paused, lightly holding the strands of hair, before Scar pulled away to grab something. Pearl heard him pick up his sword then hesitate, considering something.

“Aren’t you afraid of me stabbing you in the back?” he asked, to which Pearl laughed. “What? It’s a serious question!”

Pearl turned slightly to look at Scar, giving him a smile. “If you were going to stab me, Scar, it would’ve been when I asked you to. Besides,” she added, turning back around, “even if you did stab me now, I wouldn’t be upset. You’d get ten extra hearts.”

“Eh,” Scar dismissed, far too nonchalant for a discussion of death, “I don’t need ten extra hearts.”

Pearl raised an eyebrow, though she knew he wouldn’t be able to see that. “You might not think the same when we’re fighting against Gem and Scott, mate.”

Scar cut something with his sword before setting it back to the side, his hands taking Pearl’s hair in them again. “That’s a problem for future Scar. Present Scar doesn’t kill his only friend in the entire server.”

Pearl felt a pang of guilt shoot through her. She knew that feeling well– loneliness, grief. Loneliness was an old friend that had once been her only companion. She recognized that in Scar, in his voice and his eyes. She had seen it once before, in the second game. Not that he would remember it.

He might, soon. The voice that whispered to her was none other than her own, her deepest thoughts given words. He could win this. He could become like us.

I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, she shot back, unknowingly tensing up. It was a little silly, getting into an argument with herself, but Pearl had always been a rather silly person. Unconventional, even. At one point, she’d been called insane. Perhaps it was fitting.

And yet you want him to win. The voice made a good point– she made a good point. If she didn’t want Scar to win, she could easily just kill him now. She should kill him now if she so desperately wanted to spare him the fate of the victors. He’d put up a fight, and he was good with a sword. Pearl knew that much, knew that there would be a moment of surprise before his eyes narrowed and heart hardened and the battle began. She also knew that he wouldn’t win against her on the chance she did try her hardest, that she fought with all her might.

Scar knew this too, and perhaps that was why he teamed up with her in the first place. Maybe he had found kinship in their shared loneliness. Maybe he’d wanted protection. Maybe he needed a friend. It was unlikely, but maybe he’d felt drawn to her by a bond he couldn’t quite understand, one made by witnessing the violent and sudden end of a server he couldn’t remember. There were a thousand possible reasons as to why he’d chosen her, and perhaps she’d truly never left the tower after all, because the fact he had chosen her at all still slightly baffled her.

Well. No matter. He chose her, and in the end they’d all die anyway.

“You have gentle hands,” she commented. “Joel tried braiding my hair before. Nearly tugged my whole head off my neck, that man. It’s a wonder Lizzie’s put up with him this long.” No matter what memories they lost, it always seemed like Joel and Lizzie’s marriage remained an unchangeable fact. Maybe it had something to do with “‘til Death do us part’”, though Pearl wasn’t really sure.

Maybe she’d try marrying someone when they got back to Hermitcraft, just to see if it carried over to the next death game. And wasn’t that a strange thought, the next death game? There would be another, Pearl knew, if Grian had anything to say about it. He was a little strange like that, but she’d come to expect those kinds of things from her brother.

“Why thank you!” Scar was beaming, she could tell by his voice. “This just comes so naturally to me. Maybe I should’ve been a hairdresser instead of a trader.”

Pearl laughed, remembering the intricate braids Scar would put his hair in during Last Life and their home server, Hermitcraft. Although he couldn’t remember them, he remembered how to do them. That was a small relief, at the very least. It was nice to know that her friends kept some parts of themselves, instead of being the blank slates she had originally thought when she first regained her memories.

“Maybe,” she responded, starting to pick at the grass in front of her, plucking a small flower from the ground. “I’d go to you all the time if you were my hairdresser.” Her voice took on a teasing lilt as she continued. “Just as long as you promise not to do anything too crazy with my hair, alright?”

Scar giggled, his laughter another part of himself that he had kept even after the loss of his memories. “I can’t promise anything, sunflower! Who knows what might happen if you stop paying attention? I might turn you blonde if you aren’t careful.”

Pearl snorted, twirling a strand of grass around her finger idly. “And where do you suppose you’ll get the dye for that, mate? Or the means to make my hair lighter so it’s easier to dye? We’re not exactly exploding with resources here.”

“Hmm, true…” Scar hummed thoughtfully. “We’ve found ourselves in a bit of a pickle, Pearl!”

Pearl shook her head, rolling her eyes. “No, Scar, we aren’t. I didn’t want to go blonde in the first place, so there’s no need to get the materials we’d need for it. Just keep braiding my hair, you goof!”

“Aww, alright!” Scar laughed softly as he went back to braiding Pearl’s hair. “Almost done.” His voice took on an uncharacteristically serious tone. “How are you feeling? Injuries, exhaustion? General… mental state?” He gave a small chuckle on the last one. “I mean, other than the obvious. This game has been… a trip.”

Pearl groaned, stretching out her arms in front of her. “Tell me about it. I lost all of my Mounders.” Her shoulders slumped. “I really wanted them to win, Scar. I really did.”

“I know,” Scar murmured, “and I’m sorry you didn’t get to see that through. You did your best, Pearl.” He paused. “And what about you? I would’ve thought that after all your allies… got out… that you would want to take up the sword and win for them. But you haven’t really… been doing that. You even offered to let me kill you.”

Pearl held back a shudder, wanting to wrap her arms around herself to fight off the sudden cold that had settled over her. “I don’t want to win,” she mumbled, “Even if I did, I don’t think they’d be too happy if I tried.”

Scar made a confused noise. “What was that? I couldn’t quite catch it.”

Pearl shook her head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” She took a breath. “I just don’t want to win. Don’t see the point in all this, really. Never have. What’s a victory when everyone else around you is dead?”

Scar hummed thoughtfully, thinking about it. “I suppose you’re right. But in the end, isn’t it better for it to be them than me?”

Pearl chuckled sadly. “Not when you have to live with the consequences.”

Scar paused for a moment, as if struck by a sudden revelation. “...I think I understand. Thanks for, uh, answering my questions.” He continued braiding for another moment. “Alright, I think we’re all done!”

Pearl stood with Scar, reaching back to gently touch her braid. There was a shallow pool of water nearby, and she walked over to check her reflection. “Really, Scar?” Woven into her braid was a sunflower, which must’ve been what Scar cut with his sword earlier.

Scar laughed, joining her by the water. “Doesn’t it look pretty? I thought it was fitting. And!” he continued, over Pearl’s soft laughter, “it adds some brightness to the whole ensemble!” He gestured at Pearl’s outfit, the same she had worn in her past games.

Maybe she would change up her red look next game. If there was a next game. “It does, it does,” she agreed, stifling her laughter. “Thank you, Scar. I look very pretty now, and my hair is out of the way.”

Scar looked over at her, eyes wide. “You mean you won’t cut it? You promise?”

Pearl smiled, reaching out and putting a hand on Scar’s shoulder. “I promise I won’t cut my hair, Scar. Not after you put so much effort into braiding it. I wouldn’t do that to ya, mate. That’s just cruel.”

Scar grinned. “I knew I could trust you!” With that, he turned away from the water and walked back to where he had left his sword and shield.

Pearl spent another moment there, gazing out at the water. Did he really mean that? Did Scar truly trust her? If so, had it just been this small moment that made him let down his guard? No, surely not. Scar was intelligent and cunning, and rarely did he let his walls down for anyone. Something must’ve happened for him to feel this way towards her. Something she had done, or said, maybe.

And that was just if he was being truthful with his words– she knew Scar wasn’t one to ignore the benefits of weaving lies and charm into his speech. He was a masterful manipulator, she knew many underestimated him for the cheery, unassuming front he put up. But that was just another reason as to why he was dangerous.

“Pearl?” Scar’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and she looked back at her ally. “You comin’?”

“Yeah.” Pearl jogged over, feeling much more energized than before. Picking up her bow and her shield, she did one last check to make sure everything she had was in order. Once she was certain, she turned to Scar with a smile. “Lets win this one, Scar.”

Scar grinned in return, red eyes shining. “Why, I think that’s a wonderful idea!”

Lightning struck the ground as Gem took Scott’s sacrifice, and once again Pearl stopped Scar. “My offer still stands, you know. Kill me and take the hearts, you’ll stand a better chance against Gem if you do.”

Scar pretended to think about it. “I think I’ll stand a better chance against Gem if I have you on my team. So, no thank you! But thanks for the offer. Come on, we can’t let Gem get away!”

The chase continued, feeling much more light-hearted than the ones at the end of Double Life had been. To be fair, she had gone a little insane in the last few days, but still. Maybe it was Scar’s jovial attitude about killing. Maybe it was the fact that she still had an ally this late into the game. Maybe it was something Pearl would never be able to put her finger on, no matter how hard she tried to think of a reason.

The two inevitably caught up with Gem, who had grown exhausted from the chase. Despite being enemies now, Pearl still felt guilty as she raised her sword to attack, Gem’s wide eyes and shouts of an unfair fight making her hesitate and pull back. It was two against one after all, and Pearl had no intentions of winning. Ganging up on Gem like that felt wrong, but maybe that was just her old bond to the other holding her back. Scar had no such qualms, swooping in when she pulled back to quickly cut Gem down.

Pearl could hardly believe it had happened until lightning struck the ground, and silence rang between the two as Scar stood over Gem’s body. They’d discovered that bodies remained after the last death when Jimmy had died, but it was still a little disturbing to just see Gem laying there. Like she was asleep.

It didn’t feel right.

Pearl had to bite back a snort. Four death games in, and she was still disturbed by the sight of dead bodies. Honestly, it was a little pathetic. She’d killed, and been killed, and yet… somehow, it never got any easier. Somehow, it just got harder. The blood staining her hands had become so much that it was hard to hold onto her weapon, and her scars ached whenever she killed.

Pearl brushed her braid back over her shoulder and lowered her bow, offering Scar a weak smile. “You did it, Scar. Good job.”

Scar laughed softly, not turning around to face her just yet. “It’s just us two left, then. The last ones alive.” “Mhm. What’s your plan now, Scar?” Pearl kept her voice casual, trying to hide the trembling in her hands. How are you going to do it?

How are you going to kill me?

Scar answered her question by turning and raising his bow. Pearl hardly had any time to blink before he shot her, the force of the arrow sending her stumbling back with a shout. Instinct took over then, and she ran as Scar continued to shoot at her. All thoughts of sacrifice fled her mind as she dodged the flying arrows that missed her just barely, reminding her just how good of a shot Scar was.

“Going for it immediately, huh?” she shouted back as she ran, pulling her sword. Not that she intended to use it, not to kill. But she would put up a fight. If Scar wouldn’t let her sacrifice herself for him, then she would do the next best thing. She would fight him, and he would earn his victory. Not like the hollow sacrifice Scott made for her, where victory was force-fed to Pearl by his hands. No, she wouldn’t do that to Scar. She respected him too much to throw the fight.

That didn’t mean she would try to win, not in the slightest. But she would do her best to not make it easy for him. His victory would be painful no matter what she did, but at the very least she could make sure it wasn’t a hollow one.

The next arrow hit her as she ran through the field of sunflowers they had been sitting in just earlier, when Scar had offered to braid her hair. It felt like a lifetime ago as she crashed into the ground, yelping in pain as she tried to scramble back up. “Really, Scar?” She couldn’t help but laugh as she ran, the pain shocking as adrenaline flowed through her veins.

“This game!” Scar called, continuing the chase as he spoke. “There were more of them, weren’t there? And you won.”

Pearl stumbled, surprise catching her off guard mid-stride. She cursed and turned back, swinging her sword down and catching Scar in the side. He stumbled back, granting her more time to flee– but not enough. As she ran, Scar drew back the bowstring, aiming carefully. A running target was harder to hit, but Pearl was moving in a relatively straight path. All he had to do was aim a little ahead, steady, then release.

It was over the moment the arrow flew, striking Pearl in the chest and pushing her over the edge of a cliff, sending her plummeting into the caves below. Lightning struck, and then all was silent.

Scar stood, clutching his bow in a white-knuckle grip. “Pearl?” He took a step forward. The wind blew around him, rustling through his hair and shawl. Sunflowers bowed against the breeze, gesturing in the direction where she’d fallen. “Pearl?! Pearl, sunflower, where are you?”

The breeze led him a few steps further in a stumbling haze, until he stood at the edge of the caves that he’d sent his friend? Enemy? falling into. He didn’t know what he expected– maybe to see Pearl gazing back up at him, a smile on her face and weapon drawn, hurt but alive– but as he looked down into the caves, he found only the body of his first and final ally.

A presence danced around him, heavier than the wind but acting just like it. She’s dead, Scar. You won. Five words whispered in his ear, as thin as the passing breeze. Five words that would’ve meant the world to Scar, once upon a time. Five words that now meant nothing to him as he gazed down at the body of his only friend.

Crouching, Scar swung his legs over the edge of the cave, slowly and carefully lowering himself down. He had to find footholds so that he wouldn’t fall and possibly lose his life as well– the fight with Pearl had left him with fewer hearts than he would’ve liked. “Hold on, Pearl,” he mumbled as he made his way down to where Pearl lay. “I’m coming to get you, I’m… I’m coming, don’t worry, I’ll be right there.”

He dropped the last few feet, wincing as pain shot up his legs and sapped at his strength. Luckily, the drop wasn’t far enough to cause any actual injury, but it was closer than he would’ve liked. He stumbled to catch himself, pulling himself to a halt in front of Pearl’s body.

It was hard to look at her like this. Pearl was someone who was so full of life, always. She was strong and fierce, fighting for what she wanted every day, every moment. She never gave up, not once in all the time that Scar knew her. It hadn’t been long, and it was hard to really get to know someone during a death game like this, but Scar had always been pretty good at reading people.

He knelt by Pearl’s body, brushing her hair out of her face and gently closing her eyes. He didn’t delude himself with pretending she was asleep– what was the point of avoiding death now, when he had caused so much of it? His hands were stained red with blood that he would never be able to wash off.

Scar lingered a moment longer before shrugging off his shawl and gently wrapping it around Pearl. He was careful with her body, handling her as gently as he could as he settled her back against the stone. There wasn’t as much blood as Scar thought there should’ve been, but he wiped the blood that was there off Pearl’s face as best he could.

Then, his hands went to the braid. It had held up well, keeping the sunflower he had woven in secured in her hair. He hesitated for a moment before untying the ribbon that held it in place and beginning to undo the braid.

He began to hum while he worked. Slowly, reverently. A song that came from a place he couldn’t quite remember, a home he once thought he’d never forget. In another world, he would know he was humming the last rites for a loved one, to send them off into the stars. In this world, all he knew of it was the deep, longing ache in his chest and the tears that it caused to spring to his eyes.

Carefully, Scar took the sunflower from Pearl’s hair, placing it down in his lap. He gently combed his fingers through her hair one last time, before tucking it into the shawl. Picking the sunflower back up, he leaned forward and gently kissed her on the forehead. “Good night, sweet sunflower. And goodbye.”

He stood and once more began humming softly, climbing out of the ravine with the sunflower still in his hand. Scar took extra care to not crush the delicate flower as he pulled himself up onto solid ground. The sun was just beginning to set as he made his way toward the Secret Keeper, the intimidating statue that reigned over the entire server. The towering tyrant seemed to gaze down at Scar with eyes he knew he couldn’t see, taunting him with a victory that tasted at best bittersweet.

It grew dark as Scar approached the buttons, but he held tight to the reminder of the sun’s light in his hand. It gave him the strength to push forward even as his legs threatened to give out from under him. He could not hide the trembling, however, that came from the rush of adrenaline and fear.

He raised his eyes to meet the invisible ones looking down on him, a challenge held in his gaze, “You wanted me to be the villain?!” he called out, the weight of being watched settling on his shoulders. “Fine! Here I am!” He reached out and pressed the button to succeed.

Welcome home.

And Scar… remembered. What sounded like thousands of voices overlapping filled his mind, causing him to stumble back with a yelp. He dropped the sunflower, clutching at his head as he was forced to his knees in front of the Secret Keeper.

Sacrifices offered and refused. Atonement rejected, forgiveness given. Arms outstretched, to offer a helping hand. Tears falling into blood-stained water as the two left locked eyes. “For all you have done to keep me alive this long, you may slay me and take the enchanter.”

Bloodied sand, prickling cactus spines, heat waves and cool nights. Two impossible friends, against the world. Traitorous actions, painful fists, a killing blow. “Scar, whatever happens, I think we can count this as a double victory.”

A loneliness that echoed in the silence around him, howling as the wind at night. Bonds broken off entirely, leaving him with only the stars for company. “Everything that happened last season is null and void. Doesn’t count, okay?”

A bitterness that came from once tasting too much sweetness, like slightly burnt cookies. A loneliness that ached worse than when he had been truly alone, for this ache was born of lies and deceit. “I made them, they’re for your secret soulmate.”

A moment of joy, in the midst. A time of family, friendship, and security. Before the secrets, before the lies and the pain, before the fire and the red wars. “We’re the cockers!”

Allies for the first time in what felt like forever. People who truly had his back, no matter what. A place where he could let his guard down and smile, laugh, and live. If only for a moment, he knew what it was like to be loved. He was protected, and he was protective. “You don't go against the family.”

You are seated in a field, surrounded by grass blades, ebbing and flowing through the gusts of your imagination. Each of those blades represent a past life. Memories. Desires. Dreams. And past loves… By plucking one you shall reveal–

“Home,” Scar gasped out, eyes snapping open. “I need to go home.”

You are home.

The presence became louder, more unbearable. Each voice clamored for attention, every new memory begging to be heard. The weight of the universe pushed him into the ground, making him gasp for air in a strained panic.

It was too much. All the memories, all the emotions– it was too much. Scar yelled in pain as it just grew louder and louder, the pressure growing as the weight pushing him down increased. Just like a volcano, it felt as though he was going to erupt at any minute.

And then a cold wind brushed up against Scar’s skin, weaving and dancing around him. “Enough.”

The voices instantly quieted, the pressure vanishing as Scar collapsed to the ground gasping for air. He tried blinking away the tears and black spots that cluttered his vision, making it difficult to see properly.

What he could see, though, took his breath away.

Pearl stood in front of him as a shimmering silver spirit, facing the Secret Keeper with her wings flared out to their full span. She glowed as if she were made from moonlight and stardust, and Scar couldn’t help but stare at her in awe.

“He belongs with us. You will leave him alone.” Her voice was thin and brittle– as if it might snap were someone able to reach out and grab it. There was an echo to it as well, ringing in Scar’s mind as she spoke.

The feeling of being watched vanished completely, and Pearl turned back to Scar. She smiled a silvery smile, and held out her hand to him. “C’mon, mate. Let's go home.”

Scar took her hand, gasping at the sudden coldness that flooded his body– Death. He stood up, trying not to look down at his body that lay where he had fallen just moments earlier. As he stepped forward to join his friend, he couldn’t help but glance back and notice the sunflower lying beside his body, just inches away from his open hand. Nothing he could do about it now.

Scar turned back to face Pearl, noticing the three other spirits that had gathered. He remembered them all now. The winners of the previous games. His allies, his enemies, his friends. His eyes caught Grian’s, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Well hello there,” he greeted his old ally with a grin, letting go of Pearl’s hand to bow dramatically. “Guess we finally cashed in on that double victory, huh?”

Grian laughed, rolling his eyes. His expression warmed as he took a step forward, reaching out to take Scar’s hand in his. “Little late, but I’ll accept it. How are you, Scar?”

“Well, he’s very dead, so I can’t imagine he’s doing great,” Scott interjected, ignoring the glare the two avians gave him. “What? I’m not wrong.”

Scar shook his head. “That you are! I’m actually doing much better now that I remember everyone’s going to come back. Makes me feel a lot less guilty about killing all those people!”

Pearl sighed, though she couldn’t hide the smile on her face. “Y’know, I felt the same way after I won Double Life. And now the games are so much easier for me! It’s nice to get all the murderous urges out now that I know everyone’s going to be fine eventually.”

“This is why everyone calls you two insane,” Martyn muttered, crossing his arms. “Now can we go back home now? I don’t like hanging out in these servers longer than I have to.”

Grian let go of Scar’s hand to pull up some sort of screen, typing commands into it. “Sure, just give me one second.” He continued typing on the screen, swiping through various options and closing others. “Good game, by the way,” he added, without looking up, “I don’t think anyone expected you to win.”

Scar gave a half shrug. “To be honest, G, I didn’t either! Totally thought Gem was going to get this one.”

Grian nodded. “But that’s just how these games go, mhm? Expect the unexpected. Pearl’s win should’ve taught us that much.” He spent another moment typing before closing the screen. “…Alright, we should be heading back to our respective servers soon enough.” He reached out to take Scar’s hand again, taking Pearl’s hand in his other.

“Can’t believe we almost have all of the Boatem crew here,” Scar blurted out, “do you think Impulse will join us next time?”

Pearl laughed. “I hope so! I don’t think Mumbo will be winning any time soon, though. So we might just have to settle for four out of five.”

Scar nodded sagely. “You speak very wise words, Pearl. I fear Mumbo may be too… how do people say it? I fear he may be too much of a wet cat.”

Martyn groaned. “Oh, don’t remind me.”

Laughter rose from the group as the code began its work, and they all began to fade away. Grian held tightly to Scar and Pearl’s hands, locking eyes with the both of them. “I’ll see you both soon, okay?”

Pearl giggled, squeezing Grian’s hand in return. “See you soon, Griba!”

“Goodbye!” Scar called to Martyn and Scott, their responding farewells faint as the server faded away around him.

And then there was darkness.

And then Scar woke up.

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THUNDERSTORM d.dixon

☆ WORD COUNT - 2K

DARYL DIXON X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - your boyfriend travels through alexandria on foot even though the amiss of a thunder storm is unfolding, just to make his way to you, his precious girl, terrified of thunder and lightning.

☆ WARNINGS - crybaby reader, anxiety/worry, crying, rain, thunder/lightning, stormy weather, use of good girl (non-sexual) petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

the storm was getting bad, really bad.

you watched from the window of your home, sitting cross legged on the window seat and anxiously tapping your fingers against the window sill. your teeth had clamped down on your wobbly bottom lip as you watched the clouds dissipate and reappear, covering the town of alexandria in a new sleek coat of rain.

you wondered where everyone else was, hoping and praying that everyone was inside their houses, safe.

nothing bad really happened in alexandria before rick grimes and his group came. then again, nothing happened at all in alexandria before they came. they gave life to the people, hope, something to look forward to, a future.

you weren't an exception of that hope.

some would say that you're soft, possibly the softest girl in all of alexandria. you kept to yourself, pretty sun dresses and bows, always smiling at the people you passed.

but there was only one person who you felt truly knew you. that was your perfect boyfriend, the man who'd do just about anything for you, worshipping the mere ground that your dainty feet stepped on.

that man was daryl dixon.

he was feared. he was known. everyone had heard the stories of the walkers he'd taken down, the people he'd shoved out of the way. he was one of the ones the people of alexandria feared the most at the beginning, however they soon learned that he wasn't as rough as his accent made him out to be.

the sound of your door swinging open was enough to have your head whipping around in a flash, enough to give you a pain in your neck. your fists had balled over the little pink throw that had gathered around your legs.

however, the fear soon dissipated like the clouds as your eyes caught the glimpse of daryl dixon standing at your door, drowned wet and soaking. though, he soon began to rid himself of his jacket.

"got here as soon as i could." his gruff voice came out. "what are you doin' over there? c'mere." though he was already helping you up, tenderly grasping your arm and leading you away from the window seat.

you followed his instructions, seating yourself on the bed as he peered out the window himself. "is the patrol back yet?" worry evident in your honey-voice.

the man could merely grimace. in the apocalypse, everyone sort of became a liar, it was a force of habit to protect themselves and something about daryl dixon is that he was a well good liar when he wanted to be. however, in all the time he's known you, he's never been able to lie to you. perhaps it was because of those doey eyes that looked up to him or that naive head and heart he knew you had. he couldn't lie to you because he knew just how easily you'd believe him. "nah, they should be back before morning, though." his eyes softened as they glanced over your face, your own eyes looking down and appearing distant. always worrying about everyone aside from yourself. he sighed before kneeling down in front of you. "'m sure they're fine, sweet girl, probably jus' holed up somewhere, didn't wanna come back through the storm. okay?"

you knew those eyes.

daryl was quiet, mysterious. but with you, he could talk for days on end. and that meant he liked to listen too, especially to the sound of your sweet voice. he needed you to answer him. "okay." you mumbled, your voice a little shaky.

his lips turned up as he stood and reached his head down to press a chaste kiss against your own forehead. "good girl." he mumbled before turning back 'round to the curtains that were still slightly open. "why don' we throw on a movie, get nice 'n cozy in bed, yeah?"

he could tell by the look on your face that you weren't exactly pleased.

you hated the rain, the wind, everything that came with bad weather. you hated when your socks got wet when you passed puddles, you hated the way the mud smeared around after the rain, you hated the sounds of the stormy weather from outside. you loved the way daryl knew all this.

"c'mon, angel, a little rain ain' never hurt nobody." shutting your baby pink curtains closed. you gave him a look, knowing that on countless events, people had in fact, been killed due to the rain. he merely sighed. "you know what i mean."

he knelt in front of the dvd player. “now wh’s it gonna be? disney or the muppets?”

you did adore the muppets, you loved the way daryl found himself chuckling at little pieces of it, finding joy in his own way in the little movies and shows that they played out. but right now? you so desperately needed the comfort of the movies you grew up with. “disney.” you answered, your voice small. “definitely.”

he could only smirk. “as you wish.”

daryl never made fun of you for your fascination for cartoons and picture movies like them. you liked them because they reminded you of what was before, how you grew up and the things you enjoyed doing before all this. there was a sense of nostalgia that hit deep in your gut and weirdly enough, you liked it. you liked watching the pictures move and allowing your mind to drift to when you were young. and daryl adored that pretty smile on your face or the way you laughed at the same cheesy romance joke you’d heard a thousand times over. he’d only roll his eye with a small chuckle but deep down he could feel his heart begin to race. something reminding him that there was still a form of innocence in a world full of chaos.

“daryl?” you called from the bed. now that the movie was beginning, the rain didn’t seem as loud. and daryl had awful hearing as it was so he always played the movies loud for you both to hear it. you swore it would drive your hearing down the same road as his.

“mhm?” a rough hum as he used the controller to skip past the pre-recorded ads on the dvd you owned. the swan princess, a movie you adored ever since you were a child, and daryl knew this.

he knew everything there was to know about you.

you’d seated yourself beneath the blankets, your jammie covered legs finding even more heat in the white and pink sheets. everything about your room was girly. “how’d you get here?” your head tilting at the man.

he merely stood, sniffling quietly and tossing the remote elsewhere so he could kick off his boots. “i walked.” he answered so casually, as if it hadn’t been a big deal at all. and to him, it truly wasn’t, he’d faced worse things than walking in a little rain. besides, he wasn’t scared like you were, he didn’t worry like you did. the rain didn’t effect him.

but you on the other hand, had never seen the dangers that daryl faced or the monsters he’d looked right in the eyes. a little rain scared you alone let alone with daryl walking in it. “you walked?!” your voice all accusing and full of both shock and concern.

daryl began stripping himself of his button up shirt, finding one of those black tee’s he owned lying around your room somewhere. “yeah.” he chuckled, voice all gruff.

“daryl.” you scolded, though how could you really scold when you sounded like a fresh pot of homemade jam. you sat up on your knees on the bed, brows pinching together. “‘s so dangerous, anything could have happened.”

any other situation and you would have been staring at the way he dragged his jeans down his knees. “gotta keep the wife happy.” he joked despite the fact that you were not his wife (yet, that is.)

but you were just staring up at him with those doe-like eyes. they were full of concern, full of worry. anything could have happened to him. “daryl.” is all that came out from your mouth though your voice showed your evident distaste to his recklessness.

he merely waved you off, though. daryl never could see his own faults. “wasn’t gonna let my girl sleep through a storm alone, no way.” he found his way to the bed, now clad in a shirt and dark sweatpants. “so be happy you have me.” he smiled up at you with that infamous grin, the one that made your heart flutter.

biting down on your bottom lip, you shook your head. “of course i’m happy to have you―” you’d never pass up an opportunity to see daryl dixon, your beloved boyfriend.

“then leave it at that.” but his words weren’t condescending or in any way angry with you. they were soft, gentle, as he always treated you. like a porcelain doll ready to smash at any moment. “c’mon, you missed like, half the movie.” finding his own ways beneath the covers.

a smile tugged at your lips as you glanced down at him. “it barely started.”

and before he knew it, it ended.

he didn’t know when or at which point in the movie you’d fallen asleep but by the time the end credits rolled around, your eyes were shut closed, lips pressed together as you practically dug yourself into his thick arm. his second arm was wrapped around you, keeping your icy skin somewhat warm.

the only warmth either of you had was the body heat that you shared with one another.

the storm wasn’t going to get any better, daryl was well aware of this. and he hoped for everyone else’s sake that the patrol team were, in fact, holed up in a shelter, waiting for the rain to stop before coming home.

when the soft breaths hit his arm gently, he knew you were passed out asleep. and despite the loud rain and wind from outside, he still found himself shutting off the tv, incase it woke you from your slumber.

and then, the first clap of thunder hit.

you woke with a strangled whimper, instinctively pushing yourself closer to the man. a coo and a shushing sound fell from his lips unconsciously, his hand settling on the back of your head, pulling you in. there was something so comforting about his shushing and his touch but when the first lightning strike hit, you could only whimper out again. “daryl.” his name once again falling from your lips because when you didn’t know what to say, that was all you could think.

“i know, baby, i know.” fingers toying with your hair and his separate hand gently running up and down the tenderness of your upper arm.

your legs wrapped around him, hands practically clinging to him. he was your safety net when things began to go south. when your brain turned to scrambles, he was the one holding you together until you were ready to pick yourself back up again, if you could even call it that, he was always doing all the work for you.

and in the dead of night, the darkness of the room completely and utterly consuming you both. you whispered what you thought you’d never have the courage to. “I’m scared.” voice cracking as hot tears filled your eyes.

what a terrible thing to admit?

the fear of the dead getting inside with broken walls due to the storm, the fear of god help us the lightning strike hitting your house. you could never be sure, never and perhaps that was why the fat tears began to roll down your cheeks.

but, as always, daryl was ready to pick you back up again. “‘s okay.” his usually gruff voice so tender and soft. “ain’ nothin’ gonna hurt you. not while i’m here.” and he meant that, truly and wholeheartedly as his thick fingers began to wipe away the stray tears from your cheeks. “too pretty to be cryin’, angel.”

“‘s jus…”

“scary.” he finished. “i know.” he knew but he didn’t know. he hardly felt fear as it was let alone like you. he was met with another whimper and a clap of thunder. “i got you.” his arms holding you so close. “‘s okay, i’m right here. i got you.”

and somewhere, between the heavy rainfall, the thunder and lightning and all the rest, the peaceful arms of your lover was enough to soothe your tear filled eyes back to sleep.

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Double The Flavor

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: jimmy uso & jey uso x female reader

✧ word count: 9,827

this is the final chapter of this twin series! you can catch up & read part 1 Seeing Double + part 2 Double Trouble <3 I hope y'all enjoy!

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“I-I was just getting more drinks,” you casually responded, covering for the both of you as you grabbed the beer bottles off the counter.

“Nah Y/N, I know you not doin’ nothin’. He clearly is,” he nudged his head over to Jey who was pacing before he stopped and kissed his teeth in response.

“Man whatchu’ mean? What am I tryna’ do?” Jey snapped back.

“It’s her birthday and you over here stealing her away from everyb-“

“I just came in here Uce. I wanted to wish her a happy birthday,” he swayed his hand over to you.

“It takes you ten minutes to wish someone a happy birthday? You not foolin’ nobody,” Jimmy sarcastically chuckled.

“It’s been like thirty fuckin’ seconds. Did you even wish her a happy birthday? Nah, you too busy bitching about not gettin’ any attention.” You took a long inhale as their back-and-forth bickering, the multiple bottles freezing our hands, and your fucking heels were irritating you more than ever.

“Of course I was gon’ wish her a happy birthday, that’s why I came lookin’ for you,” his tone softened as he turned his attention to you and you couldn’t help but soften your face.

“Yeah right,” Jey mumbled under his breath.

“Can we talk for a lil’?” Jimmy quietly asked as he stepped closer, only wanting you to hear his question.

“Yeah,” you softly responded with a smile. Jey kissed his teeth again in annoyance and walked over to you.

“I’ll take these for you bab-” he caught himself slipping your nickname before he quickly backtracked.

“Back. I’ll take these back for you,” he gazed into your eyes with his loving brown ones before you smiled and thanked him. He didn’t leave without giving his brother a glare as he walked out of the kitchen and back to the party.

“I don’t want any drama, please. It’s my birthday,” you softly expressed with a sigh.

“I know I know. I’m sorry, for real,” he placed his big, comforting hands on your bare shoulders before they trailed down to your arms and hands to enlace his fingers with yours.

“I gotchu’ something,” he confessed with a little grin.

“Awww, you didn’t have to,” you whispered feeling your cheeks flush.

“But I did…now open it,” he grinned handing you a tiny wrapped-up box with a pink bow on top. You giggled at the bow as he leaned on the counter watching you unwrap and open the gift.

“Oh my god, Jimmy…” you covered your mouth in awe at the shiny diamond graduated tennis necklace.

“How much was this?!” your jaw dropped as you carefully grabbing it out of the box.

“That don’t matter, anything is worth it if it’s for you,” he replied taking it out of your hands. “Let me help you put it on,” he whispered, nudging his head to your already worn necklace for the night. You reached to the back of your neck to unclip the one you already had on as you felt his body press up against yours. You grabbed your hair to hold it up as his fingers grazed your collarbone and neck, sending shivers down your spine as he clipped it for you. You pulled out your phone to see it through the camera and smiled like a geek at how gorgeous it was.

“You like it?” he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck as his hands slithered around your waist. Watching him love up on you through the screen made you weak in the knees.

“Yeah…I love it,” you breathed out.

“This dress is doin’ somethin’ to me…” he growled as he ran his right hand over your ass before groping it.

“Jimmy,” you giggled, grabbing his wrist to turn around before he grabbed you by the nape of your neck to kiss you. You couldn’t help but moan in his mouth as his fingers fell to the bottom of your dress as they delicately caressed your skin. They teasingly inched closer up your inner thigh, his fingertip brushing over your damp panties. He licked his lips as he looked back and forth between your panties and your face, the goofiest smile on his face indicating that you wanted it just as much as he did.

“Stop,” you laughed, playfully nudging him in the chest as you swiped your hands over your dress to recollect yourself.

“Fine…” he sighed, playfully rolling his eyes before he pulled you in again by the hips. “For real though…happy birthday,” he softly expressed against your glossy lips, your eyes lowly watching his soft, pink ones as he spoke.

“Thank you…” you pecked him, yearning for more of his juicy lips. “I love the necklace. Now let’s go back,” you kissed him one final time before heading back out to the party.

✧✧✧

“Oh shit sorry!” you quickly apologized before Jimmy started snickering like the goof he is at your reaction.

“Jimmy!” you nudged him in the chest, giggling a little yourself at the way you two just crashed into one another in the hallway. “What’re you doing up here?” you asked.

“I was lookin’ for the bathroom,” he whispered with a playful attitude, pulling you in by the hips to give you a quick peck.

“You know where the bathroom is,” you furrowed your brows, grinning at the way he cradled your face in his big, comforting hands.

“Man, I’m a little drunk I forgot. There’s too many doors up here,” he remarked in his playful pitched voice, kissing you again making your cheeks flush at his addictive touch.

“It’s over here come on,” you giggled at the way he kept his hands around you as you led him down the long hallway.

“It’s right here, are you feeling okay?” you pushed open the door and turned on the light, stepping away to go back downstairs before he picked you up in his arms making you yelp with laughter.

“What’re you doing?!” you laughed as he shut the door behind him, placing you on the bathroom counter.

“Whatchu’ mean?” he growled, pulling you in by your thighs to close the space between you, your arms flying around his neck as he pressed his lips on yours, his low moan from the kiss making you pull on his chain.

“You weren’t looking for the bathroom, liar,” you mumbled, your head rotating from left to right as he didn’t stop his tongue from tussling with yours.

“Who’s a liar?” he teased, groping your left breast as he dragged his tongue up your neck, audibly sucking on your sweet spot, making your head fall back onto the mirror.

“Watch your attitude Jim Uso…it’s my birthday,” you gasped as he slurped his tongue over your neck, sucking you like he wanted to mark you up.

“Yeah, I know…” he panted, retrieving his mouth from your neck to brush them over your own lips. “Let me give you a lil’ present baby…” he whispered, his left hand slowly yet smoothly running from your right ankle up to your thigh, his fingers tauntingly tapping at your clothed pussy.

“A present?” you whispered back, biting your bottom lip with a longed moan, your eyes never leaving his as he added some more pressure over your panties, his thumb giving your clit a little attention.

“Lemme make the birthday girl cum all on my tongue…” he growled as his eyes dropped to your parted lips, licking his own as he traced his fingers down your panties, pushing them to the side as he opened your slick folds to feel your drenched mess.

“Fuck…” you whined as he continued to flatly drag his two fingers between your soaking folds.

“I gotchu’ baby,” he sexily nodded, pulling you a little further down the counter as he folded you like a pretzel, bending your knees towards your face as he held you in place by the back of your thighs. He lifted your dress to your hips, abruptly feeling his fangs nip your lower back as he pulled on your panties with his teeth, watching him drag it down your legs as he held your ankles in his hands. He kept your baby blue laced panties in between his teeth as he leaned in, dipping his fingers back into your drenched folds as a moan escaped you again.

Talk about fucking deja vu.

“Whose pussy is this?” he mumbled with your panties still between his teeth, continuing to rub his long fingers along your wetness before you loudly gasped as he slipped in his middle finger. You instantly clenched around it as he laced his free hand with yours against the mirror.

“Whose is it?” he gritted again, curling his finger inside you with slow and steady pumps as he hit your g spot.

“Y-Yours baby…” you moaned as you pulled your panties out his mouth to satisfy your yearning oral fixation. You both moaned against each other’s tongues as he sloshed his long finger in and out…in and out…in and out…

“Mm. Mm. Not yet…” he slowly pulled his finger back out once you pulsated around his it, knowing you were close to soaking his digit.

He left soft, warm, sloppy kisses down your thigh as he spread open your legs wider, your grip on the back of your knees tightening as he looked into your eyes, continuing to teasingly twirl his tongue on your skin, covering and coating your inner thighs with his saliva.

His piercing, adoring, deep brown eyes stared into your needy ones as he used both of his thumbs to open your folds, chuckling at your sudden twitch from your impatience.

“Jimmy…” your whine turned into a hushed gasp as he flattened his long, warm tongue along your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours as he torturously yet slowly flicked his tongue up to your clit.

“Hm?” he hummed, twirling his tongue around your sensitive clit as he enclosed his lip around your entire bean, sucking it like it was his favorite lollipop. His tongue returned along your entrance, steadily lapping the inside of your folds as his hands ran up and down your thighs.

“Fuuuuuuk,” you moaned as he continuously lapped, sucked, and twirled his tongue up and down your entrance and back up to your clit.

“Like that huh?” he asked, licking his lips as he folded you further, your pussy up in the air as he let a long, thick string of his spit fall inside your lower lips. He leaned further down to spit again, this time more forcefully as you felt his saliva shoot on your hole. You watched him flatten his tongue again, this time scooping up his spit with the curled tip of his tongue. Your legs shook as he spit again, his tongue diving in deeper to spread it around as he buried his face inside of you, watching your moans heighten in pitch.

“Shiiiiiit…” you moaned in a high pitch, clutching your legs around his head as he audibly and hungrily suckled your folds. “I’m gonna cum baby…” you gasped as he spat inside you again, loudly slurping it up making him groan. He spanked the side of your thigh, gripping it tightly as he deeply buried his face between your thighs, watching your head practically roll back on the mirror from pleasure. Your legs shook around his head as he gripped your thighs harder, spit a little harder as it dripped down between your ass cheeks before he licked it all the way back up to your entrance. He motorboated your soaking folds and hurriedly massaged your clit as your back arched, moans escalated and juices spurt all in his mouth. Your pants grew slower as he continued to lick up every drop of your pouring nectar. He chuckled as he watched you stay in your crouched position against the mirror, pulling you by your arms to sit back up.

“Happy birthday,” he deeply professed, sweetly pecking you before he slithered his creamy coated tongue in your mouth, giving you a taste of your juices.

“Thank you…” you breathlessly giggled as he picked you up in his arms, your legs wrapped around his torso as you made out for another minute, or ten until you decided to get back to the party.

✧✧✧

You plopped down on your pink faux fur-covered bar stool in front of your vanity, taking a big chug of your water bottle. You were craving that nice cold water like you were deprived from it for so long after a long night of strictly alcoholic drinks. You froze looking around to remember what you wanted to do, giggling at the realization, and grabbed your blush & brush to pat some more on your cheeks. Two subtle knocks at your door made you turn your head to find Jey peeking his head inside.

“Bae, can I come in?” he whispered.

“You’re already in so yes,” you giggled, feeling excitement rush through your drunk tingly body at his presence.

“Whatchu’ doin up here?” he asked, smoothing his hands down your shoulders as he gazed through your eyes in the brightly lit mirror.

“I wanted to touch up my makeup…” you quietly responded, easily lost in his eyes as your fingers lazily caressed his tatted arms that wrapped around your chest.

“Mm. Mm. You don’t need none of that…” he mumbled, pressing his soft lips on the side of your neck, his tongue slipping out to twirl juicy circles around your skin.

“Yeah? What do I need then?” you purred, a horny sigh falling from your lips as his grillz sunk into your skin.

“You need this two-time tag champ to soak this pretty pussy…” he growled in your ear, his hands slithering around your waist and down your thighs, gripping them as he slowly spread them apart. You let out a shaky breath, watching him lick his lips in the mirror as he caught your eyes through the mirror hearing your giggle.

“Why you laughin’?” he asked, playfully offended as he lightly poked your side making you jerk in his arms.

“Two-time tag champ huh?” you asked, turning your head to the left so your faces were inches away.

“Hell yeah, you wanna see ‘em?” he raised his brows with the biggest grin on his face. You nodded with another laugh as he got up to fetch them from wherever he left them in your house. The music blared through the space as the door was left half open. You stood up and hummed to the lyrics of Disturbia, Rihanna always knew how to get your body moving like you were the baddest in the room. You heard a deep voice clear its throat, making you turn your head at the handsome sight in front of you. Jey walked in with his sexy smirk, his big hands gripping the two titles as they hung over his shoulders. You pressed your lips together trying to hide your flushed and aroused face as he kicked the door shut behind him, stepping in your proximity as he towered over you, making you lean back on the vanity dresser.

“You like what you see huh?” he teased as your eyes fell up and down his tall figure.

“Mhm…” you practically moaned, pulling him in by his shirt to press your lips on his. Your tongue swirled in his mouth, yearning for him to reciprocate as he sucked on it.

“Turn around baby…” he mumbled against your plump lips as you complied. “Red or blue?” he purred in your ear as his right hand gripped your hip, sliding it around your waist.

“What?” you chuckled as his grillz grazed your earlobe. You gasped as he loudly spanked you, pushing you further so your hands laid flat on the vanity, feeling his poking bulge on your backside.

“I said red or blue?” he growled again, grabbing the hair laid on the left side of your shoulder to push it around the other side, making space to lick and enclose his lips around your neck.

“Blue…main event jey uso…” you whispered his name referring to his blue-themed merch and gear he wore every Monday night. You heard the sound of velcro ripping as you watched him secure his blue tag title belt around your waist. You ran your fingers over the plates before he grabbed your right hand to twirl you around.

“Mmmhmmm…” he lowly moaned as he licked his lips, stepping back to fully take you in with the title making you giggle.

“Like what you see?” you softly cooed, laying back your palms on the dresser as you teasingly dragged your left heel up against your right leg.

“Hell yeah…” he growled, closing the space between you two as he hurriedly grabbed the nape of your neck to weave your lips together. The audible smacks of your hungry lips colliding with the slops and slurps of your tongues filled the silent space in your bedroom as the faint music continued downstairs. He abruptly scooped you up on the vanity as pallets and compacts fell to the floor, your kiss never breaking as it almost became a race to see who could suck each other’s

faces faster. He pulled you in by your right leg, the warmth between your thighs met with his bare stomach as you started pulling up his shirt. He helped you quicken the process as he used one arm to slide his shirt over his head, revealing his tanned and tattooed body as you ran both your hands down to his belt. You jumped off the vanity, placing your tiny hands around his waist as you started moving him back.

“Whatchu’ doin’…” he softly breathed out, his eyes still hyper-fixated on your smudgy lips before you pushed him back on your bed with a smirk. You sat on his lap, feeling his hard-on as you whipped your hair back to lean in for another sloppy kiss. You sat back up, wiping the glossy corners of your mouth with your thumb as he tried to pull you towards him again by the title. You slightly lifted your dress above your ass, his hands naturally rubbing up on your ass cheeks as he forcefully squeezed them. You started rocking your hips back and forth, feeling his bulge grow by the second as he watched you in awe.

“What if I just…” your grind against his hard dick poking through his jeans slowed down, your panties getting wetter by the second. “…rode you like this…and bounced on this dick…with this title around my waist?” you softly asked, your eyes never leaving his as he let out a desperate grunt, pulling your wrist towards him so he could grab your throat.

“Whatchu’ waitin for then?” he growled, bucking his hips, allowing you to fall further on his chest as he spanked your right cheek making your giggle turn into a moan.

“Y/N we have t- oh my god!” you quickly got off his lap before you saw a tiny peek of Jasmine’s face before she shut the door.

“Y’all are nasty at least lock the damn door!” she hissed from the other side making you cover your mouth in giggles. Your legs were still sprawled on his lap as he ran his fingers up and down your skin, making you quiver.

“Whatchu’ wan-” Jey started to snap back before you covered his mouth, but he took that opportunity to playfully bite your palm.

“What’s up girl?” you yelled out, trying to hold your yelps as Jey snatched you back on his lap, leaving little sucks down your neck and breasts.

“I wanted to make a toast for you! Girl I even brought out the cake y’all can fuck later!” she quietly yet loudly vocalized.

“Okay I’ll b-be out in a minute I swear…” you breathed out the last syllable as Jey ran his fingers up and down your damp panties, allowing you to naturally grind over them.

“Fuck…” you moaned, suddenly feeling a rush of warmth and tingles spark through your body. You had to ride this out because you were already too deep into this upcoming orgasm ready to bolt through your body just from his fingers. You held his face in your hands, your panting growing as he held a gentle grip on your throat, his other long fingers slipping inside your panties.

“Lemme help you bae…” he whispered. Your eyes fluttered shut, a hushed moan slipping from your mouth as he slipped his long middle finger inside your dripping hole, steadily and slowly pushing it in and out as you clenched around it. He pulled you in by the throat until your forehead was pressed against his.

“I’m gonna cum…shit…” you whined in a high-pitched whisper as he slowly slipped it out, this time sticking that middle finger & forefinger into his mouth as he sucked, letting a string of spit follow them as he brought them to your lips. You stared into his eyes with another moan as your tongue slid down those same sloppy digits, adding extra saliva-stained moisture. He purposefully wiped some across your lips before he brought them back down to the heated space between your open thighs, slipping those wet fingers back into your needy hole. You gasped a little louder, grinding against them a little harder, and gripping the ends of his hair a little tighter as you felt a rush of swarming nerves down your spine. He pumped faster, the soundable sloshes of his fingers driving in and out of your drenched pussy filling the room as he nodded his head, licked his lips, and groaned watching you fuck his dedicated fingers.

“Like that baby? You gon’ cum for me?” he hurriedly whispered as he curled his fingers up to hit your g spot with each stroke as you pulled his head in with force, his lips falling onto your peeking breasts as he swirled his tongue over them. Your grind was needier, faster, hungrier…you knew what you needed to make that explosion inside your body erupt so you grabbed his bearded jaw and bit his lip to allow space for you to roam the inside of his mouth with your tongue. His tongue swiped back as he loudly spanked and groped your right ass cheek making that explosion finally burst in your body.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” you loudly cried, feeling your juices drench his fingers and knuckles as he slowed down his pumps, using your ass for leverage to help you slow your grind.

“Mmhmm…” he moaned against your neck, leaving another sloppy kiss before he retracted his fingers and immediately sucked off your nectar like it was the snack he’s been deprived of.

“I’m gon’ make yo fine ass cum all night,” he emphasized the last word as he dropped his palm back down to your sensitive lower lips to scoop up the rest of your nectar. You bit your bottom lip watching him pull out his finger that was licked clean as he swallowed your milky release.

“You taste even better on yo birthday,” he softly expressed, slipping his fingers in your mouth to get some aftertaste. You purposely sucked it as if it was his dick, moaning as you rubbed on his big bulge.

“Stop playin’ because I’m gonna keep your ass up in this room all night and not give a fuck,” he joked, slapping your ass again as you giggled.

“Oh fuck…your pants,” you sighed with a shyly embarrassed smile, looking down at the wet stains on his black jeans.

“It’s okay, every man got his moments,” he kissed his teeth as he jokingly shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh wait, you left some jeans here. I washed them a couple of days ago,” you quickly got off his lap to look for them in your closet.

“You washed ‘em for me?” he smirked, pecking your lips before he started taking off his belt & unzipping his pants.

“Of course I did?” you drunkenly responded, peeping down at his stained boxers. “That…wasn’t me though,” you pointed at the pre cum seeping through the fabric as he chuckled.

“It was you though. You do this to me,” he playfully gritted through his teeth before he abruptly picked you up in your arms and pinned you against the door to spoil you more with his savory and needy kisses. Suddenly you almost got knocked out of his arms as the door pushed open. Jey helped you stand as Jasmine peeked through the door again.

“Y’all still fucking around?!” she covered her eyes.

“No! We’re done,” you wiped your mouth, fixed your dress and walked over to pull her hands down.

“For now,” he mumbled with a fake cough, his belt clinging in his hands as he buckled his new pants.

“I’m sorry I know it’s your birthday but I memorized a long speech and girl if I take one more shot it’s gonna fly out my brain,” she hurriedly whispered grabbing your wrist. You looked back at Jey to see him annoyingly shaking his head at her, making you giggle.

“C’mon,” he whispered, slapping you on the ass as he shut your door and followed you both down the stairs.

“Hey everyone!” she yelled as she sat you down in the chair at the front of the room. Your social anxiety rushed from head to toe as you drunkenly forgot how many damn people were actually here, staring at you while you tried not to burst into laughter at their sudden focus knowing that when Jasmine yells, you better pay attention. Your drunk, wandering eyes landed on Jimmy at the far left. But his eyes weren’t on you.

They were focused on his twin brother who was standing across the room. His brows were furrowed, a look of disgust on his face, looking him up and down almost like he was inspecting every little thing about his outfit. His outfit. Oh shit. The Jeans. They’re different. He looked back at you and down to your legs that were clutched together as you sat on your hands, a memory suddenly popping into your brain.

“Why you sittin’ like that?” Jimmy chuckled, his hand running up and down your bare thigh, teasingly pulling at the hem of your dress.

“Because you just…” you whisperingly stammered, your eyes widened at him referring to the unintentional orgasm you just had from him fingering you under the dinner table.

“Whatchu’ whisperin for? They all in the kitchen…” he leaned into your ear, poking his fingers between your clutched thighs to force them back open. And you willingly let him.

“Jimmy,” you whined checking to see if the family would walk back into the dining room.

“Stop sittin’ on your hands,” he kissed his teeth as he pulled on your wrist. “I love these hands don’t be doin’ that,” his deep voice making you tremble.

“Stop I’m embarrassed. I got invited over for dinner. I’m supposed to be acting all classy but I’m over here being a whore,” you sighed before he kissed his teeth at your word choice.

“Man, what? Don’t be callin’ yourself that,” he scooted his chair closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulder as he kissed your cheek. “Look at me,” he lowly expressed as you worriedly watched the door. You couldn’t hide your smile as cradled the side of your face, grinning against your lips.

“What?” you giggled as he scooped your legs onto his lap, pulling you into his chest.

“Keep closin’ these legs acting like I won’t spread them open and make you cum again…” he mumbled as he left kisses down your neck, your legs naturally opening up again as his fingers returned to your drenched mess in between.

That memory looked like it transferred into his brain because he suddenly looked back and forth between the two of you again, almost vindictively chuckling as he took a sip of his drink. You anxiously cleared your throat as Jasmine started addressing the crowd.

“We all know it’s this bad bitch’s birthday today,” she shook your shoulders to hype you up and pecked you on the cheek, making them flush as everyone cheered.

“The second you walked into my third-grade class, I knew you were gonna be a pain in the ass. You still are,” she trailed off making everyone laugh as you shook your head with embarrassment.

“But! You were only a pain in the ass because you were so much like me. After so many projects together I realized that you were someone I wanted to keep in my life. I’m so grateful I did because these twenty years with you have been the best years of my life. From trick or treating, to prom, to fighting over the cutest boys in school, to getting so drunk at 3 am that we cried our eyes out, and to celebrating your 30th today. You’re the smartest, funniest, kindest, and most gorgeous woman I know and I love you!!!” she screamed as claps and cheers filled the room, everyone raising their glass in the air. You stood up to face her, both of your eyes glossy as you cheered your wine glasses and gave her a big embrace.

“I love you bestie,” you laughed lightly tapping the tears on her face to avoid ruining her makeup.

“Hey, hey I wanna make a lil’ toast now!” your head turned to Jimmy raising his glass in the air to catch everyone’s attention again. “If that’s okay?” he whispered yet shouted at you across the room making you nervously giggle. You nodded back at him with an inviting smile, sitting back down in your chair intrigued by what he had to say.

“This ain’t gonna top Jaz’s toast but I just wanted to let everyone know that…this woman right over here,” he pointed at you, stumbling a little in his steps as he shook his head at you, almost in awe of the view. You felt your pulse quicken from his captivating, loving eyes staring right at you. “This woman is one of the best friends I’ve ever had. She stuck with me when I was at my lowest. At my highest. If there’s one thing Y/N is always gon’ do it’s stick with you through it all because she’s loyal…” he emphasized the last word as he glared at Jey. You felt your breath hitch in your throat and your eyes rapidly peered at the both of them, Jey scrunching his face in confusion and annoyance at his twin.

“…she loyal. She beautiful. And I love you,” Jimmy softly confessed, staring into your eyes as he said those last three words, raising his glass as everyone loudly cheered their glasses as well. You felt your heart pounding. No one thought anything of it because again, the twins have always told you they loved you. But the way he said it. The way he looked deep inside your soul as he said it. He meant it.

“I love you,” he mouthed to you again over the voices conversing and you slightly tilted your head to the right, a shy smile forming on your lips as you felt extremely appreciated.

“Aye! Aye hol’ up if we makin’ toasts let me get in and say somethin’ real quick!” Jey called out making everyone quiet back down.

“Girl what the hell did I start…” Jasmine whispered in your ear as you shakily sighed knowing this most likely wasn’t gonna end well.

“Y/N…” he softly vocalized, extending his hand out for you to walk over and grab. Your breathing quickened as your lips parted in slight shock that he was putting you on the spot like this. You quickly tried to peer over at Jimmy who was clearly pissed off, face scrunched up, brows furrowed, watching intently. You walked over and held his hand, giggling as he spun you around in front of everyone.

“Y’all see her right here? This a woman that you need in your life. A woman who’s gonna be there for you, care for you, and comfort you always. When you’re around Y/N…” he trailed off pulling you to his side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his lips inches away as looked into your eyes. He paused, licking his lips as he admired you. You felt your cheeks heat up and smoothly rubbed his lower back as your arm wrapped around it.

“…you always gon’ laugh. You always gon’ be smiling and havin’ a good time…” Suddenly a deep laugh interrupted his speech as you, Jey, and everyone else looked to see where it came from.

And to no surprise.

It was from Jimmy.

“Whatchu’ laughing at?” Jey snapped, taking his arm off of you. The loss of contact made you snap back to reality, making you wipe a tear from your cheek that fell from the sweet words Jey was soothing you with.

“That toast sounded like a bunch of bullshit,” he chuckled, taking a sip of his glass. Jey kissed his teeth as everyone stared at the two bickering in front of them. You furrowed your brows and tried to get Jimmy to meet your offended eyes but he wouldn’t.

“Uce calm down man…” Solo mumbled as he grabbed Jimmy’s arm before he snatched it away from his grip.

“Nah nah, he always gotta be the center of attention. He don’t like that I said a lil’ speech for Y/N because he’s jealous,” he professed as he pointed at Jey. Everyone oohed and lowly gasped at his words and you slightly punched Jasmine’s arm as she calmly and comfortingly rubbed your back.

“They can’t be serious…” you mumbled under your breath, widening your eyes at Jasmine, her jaw dropping.

“Nah you wanna know what he really mad at? He mad that me and Cody over here…” he turned around to wrap his arm around Cody’s shoulders as he picked up his titles laid across the table behind him. “…won this shit right here and he lost like he always do.”

Cody kept his titles down to mumble something in Jey’s ear, possibly trying to advise him to calm down.

“Why you bringin’ that up?” Solo hissed, feeling offended.

“Because he wanted to act like a little bitch,” Jey snapped again, walking towards Jimmy who spread his arms wide open, inviting him to take a shot.

“Whatchu’ gon do? I’ll knock your ass out again,” he laughed.

You got deja vu from Solo’s party as everyone started crowding them again to separate them before you got extremely pissed off and had enough.

“Hey!” you yelled.

You pulled on Jimmy’s wrist then Jey’s as you dragged them to the staircase, hearing Jasmine in the background get everybody back in the mood as she turned the music back up.

“Whatchu’ doin’?” Jimmy asked in a hushed tone.

“Go upstairs,” you sternly looked at Jey who tried to speak up before you cut him off.

“You heard her,” Jimmy shot before you glared at him.

“You too,” you squinted, baffled at his attitude. You pushed him up the stairs in pursuit of his brother. You took a deep breath and followed them up and forced them to get inside your room.

“What the fuck is wrong with you guys?!” you hissed once you shut the door.

“Whatchu’ mean-“

“Shut up. Sit down!” you lightly pushed Jimmy’s arm to get to the bed.

“Okay! Damn,” he replied in a high-pitched tone, obeying your demand.

“Y/N, we good let’s just go back down-”

“No. You sit too,” you glared at Jey and his face softened as guilt took over his expression realizing you were genuinely pissed at the both of them. He walked over and sat beside Jimmy at the edge of the bed.

“It’s my birthday. It’s literally my birthday and you’re both out here arguing like little ass kids in front of everybody! Like what the fuck?!” you yelled in frustration as they both refused to meet your eyes.

“Baby, what I do? Jaz made a toast. Then I wanted to make a toast too. Jey’s the one that always makes it about him.”

“Man shut up. Talkin’ about baby. Talkin’ ‘bout I love you,” Jey mocked him from earlier. Jimmy kissed his teeth at his remarks.

“See Y/N? This exactly what I been sayin’. He’s jealous! Jealous like a motherfucker! And I do love her. Do you?”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ do. I’d do anything for her.”

You could feel your heart thumping out of your chest as your eyes eagerly switched from one twin to the next.

“I just wanted one night. One fucking night where everyone can drink, have fun, get together for a little party and you couldn’t do that for me?” you vocalized again, feeling tears sting your eyes. The crack in your voice made them both simultaneously look up from the ground and meet your gaze.

“I don’t wanna do this shit with either of you if it’s just ruining your relationship! I’m not important. At all. I’m just a girl. You’re fucking hot shot wrestlers, you can get any girls you want! Ones that won’t cause issues!”

“Y/N…” Jey spoke up before you cut him off.

“No. I’m being serious. It was wrong to let things go too far in the first place. With both of you. Like fuck. I feel like a whore! Two brothers? Twins? That’s fucking crazy!” you sarcastically laughed, clearly word vomiting from the alcohol swirling in your system.

“Y/N don’t be calling yourself that shit,” Jimmy quickly replied.

“Like what the fuck are we doing? I don’t like the arguing. I hate it. I hate seeing you guys like this all because of me. I don’t wanna get in between you guys and the bond you have-”

“Maybe you should get between us,” Jimmy interrupted with a deep, semi-audible voice as he looked up at you, enlacing his fingers together between his spread open legs. You furrowed your brows, confused at his statement.

“What?” you asked for clarification, thinking you were just too tipsy to hear what he said.

“I said maybe you should…get between us,” he turned his head towards Jey, looking at him as if he was sending some time of twin telepathic message you couldn’t fucking comprehend. Jey shyly smirked at the floor, lightly chuckling.

“Yeah…you know what maybe you right uce,” he chimed in, gazing up at you with that same smirk.

“What the fuck are you guys talking about?” you spat thinking this was some kind of sick joke they were playing on you. You looked at Jimmy who slowly got up from the bed, sighing, walking over to tilt your chin up with his right hand. He caught you off guard as he kissed you, your eyes staying open for a second before they naturally closed at the comfort of his lips.

“We hear you…” he murmured as he snuck his way behind you making you turn around to watch what he was doing before he turned your jaw back to his brother still sitting on the bed. Your eyes locked with Jey’s as he caressed the top of your hands with his thumbs, feeling your nerves as he tried to calm you down. Suddenly you felt Jimmy’s chilling breath on your neck as he left a tiny, sloppy kiss, feeling his saliva on your skin making you shut your eyes.

“You tired of the fighting…we tired of the fighting…so let’s stop fighting…” he thrillingly whispered in your ear in between kisses as Jey ran his big, warm hands up your bare thighs tugging at the bottom of your dress.

“Stop stressin’…and just relax…” he slowly slid his tongue up your neck and around your earlobe as he bit it making you shiver from his touch. You felt like you were fucking dreaming. Like you were being hypnotized. You couldn’t move. The only thing moving was the drips oozing out of your aching pussy.

“W-What?” you stuttered before a satisfied, horny sigh fell from your mouth as you felt Jimmy’s bulge poking your lower back, his fingers tracing the inside of your dress, tantalizingly grazing your ass.

“Don’t choose. You can just have both…” Jey caught your attention as you opened your eyes to meet his, his fingers tugging on the hem of your panties as his other two middle fingers gently rubbed up and down your increasingly soaked mess.

“This is crazy…” you whispered, your eyes wandering from Jey’s left eye to his right, searching for his response to see if it would be the same but he hooked his finger inside your panties to pull you closer so your stomach was pressed up on his chest. He shook his head, his lips frowning as he gave you an “It’s not crazy” look. He scooted back on the bed until he was laid up against the headboard, unbuckling his pants.

“Come here bae,” he extended his hand for you to get up on the bed to grab but you felt like your feet were stuck on the floor. Your eyes tentatively watched Jey’s bracelet move along his wrist as it held one end of his belt, his long, thick, tanned fingers unbuckling as the sound rang in your ears. Your mind swirling like Jimmy’s tongue on your skin, his hands lifting your dress above your ass as he spanked you, feeling your breath catch in your throat reminding you that you were breathing.

“Get up on the bed…we gotchu’ baby…” he whispered again, his lips caressing your ear as he gave a boost, his right hand pushing down your back as you bent over the bed. You naturally crawled over to Jey, a sense of comfort relaxing your nerves as he pulled you closer once you grabbed his hand. He got up on his knees, his pants still half undone as he brought you up to his height, softly caressing your chin as he brought his comforting, warm, wet lips to yours. He cradled your face in his hands, your own hands holding his wrists in place. It was almost as if he was reminding you to let loose, relax, and let your body unravel as your tongue swirled with his, a small moan transferring to his mouth as you felt that similar arousal and passion ignite with the both of them. Your tongues continued to weave together as his hands dropped back down to whip off his belt altogether, blindly throwing it as it clanged on the floor. You helped him take off his pants and boxers as his long, thick, enticing brown dick sprung out. You bit your lip, your mouth watering at the familiar, sexy view as he smirked at your reaction. He laid back up against the headboard again, spreading his burly thighs apart as he slowly stroked himself as he kept eye contact. You felt Jimmy’s hand push down on your back as you were face to face with Jey’s dick.

“Mmmm…” you shudderingly moaned as you watched his long, tanned fingers stroke up and down…up and down…up and down…

Jimmy’s fingers hooked under the side hips of your panties, sliding them off of you as you lifted each knee to help him. His soft palms softly rounded your ass cheeks, taking his time as they rubbed up and down the back of your thighs, hungrily humming beneath your folds as you felt his cold breath overrule the heat.

“You already soaking baby?” Jimmy asked with a deep chuckle, his two middle fingers vertically sliding between your drenched folds as your mouth parted open with a desperate moan. Jey took that opportunity to tilt the head of his dick towards your lips, swiping his pre cum across like lip gloss as you licked it all with the peeking tip of your tongue.

“Fuck…” you moaned again as Jimmy’s vertical strokes along your entrance sped up, the tips of his fingers rubbing up on your clit every time they crept up in that direction. You stuck out your tongue as you kept your adoring eyes on Jey, slowly flattening it on his veiny shaft as you came up to the tip, swirling your tongue all around his head still sept with pre cum. You moaned with him as he held the back of your neck, his hand caressing your hair as you enclosed your lips around his smooth and soft tip, making out with it as Jimmy’s tongue flattened along your entrance.

“Yeah…just like that baby. That’s my girl…” Jey mumbled with a low grunt as you slowly engulfed half of his length down your throat, another moan escaping you as you vibrated around his dick, Jimmy’s tongue gliding up, down, and around your entrance with a speedier pace. You matched your pace with his, bobbing your head up and down as you swallowed every inch of Jey’s length, watching his low, focused, deep brown eyes study the way your tongue lapped up his length. You gagged with him deep in your throat as Jimmy loudly spanked your right ass cheek, spreading your cheeks open wider as he fully enclosed his lips deep inside your pussy, sucking on it like he wanted to take the air out of it.

“Fuuuuuuck…” you loudly gasped, coming back up for air as a long string of spit still connected your sloppy lips with Jey’s tip. He removed your hair out of your face as he took over for you, the loud sloppy strokes of his wet hand sliding up and down his dick combined with Jimmy’s loud, sloppy slurps deep inside your pussy.

“Yeah…c’mon baby cum on my tongue,” Jimmy muttered as his thumb massaged your clit, his tongue not stopping its vicious flicks as he used both hands to spank both of your ass cheeks.

“Oh my god…” you whisperingly gasped as Jey opened up your cheeks with his right hand, sliding his tongue inside as his strokes heightened, his moans mixing with yours as both of you panted against each other’s mouths.

“Cum with me bae…” he moaned, his words barely heard over the wet strokes of his hands ringing in your ears. You felt your body uncontrollably tremble, struggling to stay on your knees, your mind fuzzed with arousal, and your body suddenly sat upright as Jimmy pulled you back up by your hair. He snuck up under you, his head laid up on the bed as he pulled you back down to sit on his face.

“Fuuuuuck yes…” you cried, carelessly riding his face as his tongue dipped in and out of your hole, Jey got on his knees before you grabbed his dick with both hands, stroking and twisting him with your drenched, slippery hands, your tongue sloppily kissing his tip as you felt him throb around your hands.

“I’m gonna cum f-fuuuuck oh my god,” you moaned as you rocked your hips, clenching around Jimmy’s tongue as Jey got on his knees, the tip of his dick brushing against your tongue as you stuck it out for him.

“You so sexy baby... You want me to cum in this pretty ass mouth?” he moaned, his strokes faster, your moans louder, and Jimmy’s grips on your hips tighter as he helped you ride his face. You nodded with another high-pitched moan as Jey tangled his fingers deep inside your roots. Jimmy spanked you one last time, surely leaving a red print as he tightly groped your ass cheeks. You couldn’t control your body shakes or loud cries as you felt your inner thighs and Jimmy’s mouth completely drenched from your orgasm.

“Mmmm…shit,” Jey groaned, watching you in pure bliss as his white ropes shot all over your tongue, neck, and chest. Your grind slowed down, your hands running down his tanned and tatted chest before he grabbed them to enlace his fingers with yours.

“Fuck…” Jimmy mumbled beneath you, groping your ass before you slightly lifted yourself to let him out. You and Jey kept your eyes on each other as you wiped the creamy corner of your mouth with your thumb, slipping it in your mouth as you moaned from his salty and yummy taste.

“That was so…” you breathed out with a lazy giggle as Jimmy snuck up behind you, his hand grabbing your throat as it slithered up to your chin to lift, kissing below your jaw and making your eyes flutter.

“You were squirtin’ like crazy…” he mumbled, his fingers sliding down your back and ass as he found your soaked folds to scoop the leftovers.

“You need a break?” Jey chuckled, pecking you on the lips, Jimmy’s audible sucks as he licked his fingers millimeters away from your ear.

“Break?” you asked, eyes still low from that wild, euphoric orgasm.

“She thought we were done with her,” Jey grinned at Jimmy as he got off the bed to grab the champagne bottle sitting on the nightstand.

“Nah…we ain’t done baby,” he growled in your ear, turning your jaw towards him as he kissed you.

“Getcho’ hands off her,” Jey kissed his teeth, bringing his eyes back to the champagne bottle to read whatever the hell he was reading.

“Hey Uce,” Jimmy called out, waiting for Jey to look as he flashed him his middle finger making you giggle.

“Yeah keep lickin’ up my cum in her mouth,” Jey snickered getting back on the bed. Jimmy kissed his teeth, pulling away from you to give you a “for real?” look.

“No you’re not, I swallowed every drop,” you whispered, softly kissing his wet lips.

“Swallowed every drop of your tasty ass too,” he mumbled, slapping your left ass cheek making you yelp. You turned to see Jey scrunching up his face at the both of you, getting back on the bed with the bottle in his hand.

“We said no fighting, right? I love both-” You quickly stopped yourself before they both chuckled at your confession.

“You what?” Jimmy teased, leaning in as he pushed you down on the bed by the throat.

“Huh?” you sarcastically asked, a needy sigh slipping from your mouth as Jey rubbed his big palms up and down your thighs, licking your stomach before he placed a soft kiss on your skin.

“We love you too,” he muttered with his little kisses, making you quiver. The cork popped off as Jimmy opened the bottle, taking a big chug of it as dribbles fell down his bearded chin.

“We drinking champagne now?” you asked as Jimmy ran his hand over his beard. He hovered over your side as he rubbed your belly, making it sink in with nerves.

“Yeah, we drinkin’” he looked into your eyes as he licked his lips, pouring some of the champagne over your stomach. It dripped down over your belly button, inching closer and closer to your pussy before Jey caught it with his tongue, licking every drop as he slid his tongue back up to your chest, squeezing your breasts in his warm hands.

“Mmmm,” you softly moaned as he dragged his tongue up your neck and on your lips making you taste the champagne.

“Happy birthday,” he mumbled, your tongues escaping your mouths at the same time to lick each other. You lowly gasped as you felt more of the cold liquid pouring on your stomach as Jimmy groped your right breast, flattening his tongue on your soaked skin, noisily sucking and drinking it all. Jimmy started taking the rest of his clothes off as Jey laid down next to you, turning you on your side. You watched Jimmy’s v-line fully expose itself as he dropped down his jeans and boxers, his pretty, brown, long dick springing up.

“Mmm,” you pressed your lips together with a sinister smile looking back up at him as he smirked, stroking himself with one hand.

“Mhm,” he hummed right back as you felt Jey’s fingers brush your neck as he pushed your hair back to expose your skin, leaving a soft kiss on your neck as he dragged his other palm down your side, gripping your hip. Jimmy cupped your jaw, his thumb ever so slowly pulling your bottom lip. He kept his deep, piercing brown eyes on yours as he lowered his head a tiny bit, a long string of spit falling directly on the top of his dick. Your mouth parted with a slightly audible moan as Jey slid his tip between your cheeks, dragging it further down to tease your wet hole.

“Stick out that tongue…” Jimmy deeply instructed as your eyes moved from the sloppy stroke of his hand to his eyes as you obeyed. You stuck out your entire tongue as he tapped the tip on it a couple of times before he slowly, torturously slid half of his length along your tongue.

“Just like that baby…get it wet for me,” he breathed out with a little groan as you swirled your tongue around the tip once he pulled it back a little. You sloppily kissed his shaft causing him to twitch on your tongue. Jey nuzzled his head in your hair as you felt him firmly grope your left ass cheek, slightly lifting it up as he dragged his tip between your ass cheeks again.

“You want this dick baby?” he growled, sliding his tip up and down your slippery, messy entrance.

“Yes…” you whined. Your left foot dragged along the top of his tatted leg, desperately pushing your ass back at him to grope it the way you liked. Jimmy laid on your other side as you were surrounded by their warm, tatted bodies.

“Happy birthday…” Jimmy cooed as his lips brushed over yours. A long, high pitched moan escaped your mouth as Jey slowly slipped the tip of his length inside of you, Jimmy taking that opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You both cradled each others faces as you sloppily made out, Jey’s strokes picking up pace as his length easily slid in and out of your wet hole.

“Oh my god,” you whined as you felt every long inch of his shaft fill up your walls that contracted around him.

“This pretty pussy stay liking this dick huh bae?” he growled in your ear as he hooked his arm under your leg, opening more room for him to pile drive his dick inside of you. You couldn’t think straight as you felt your body ignite with pleasure, the sounds of Jey’s balls slapping against your skin overriding the audible slippery strokes of Jimmy’s dick.

“F-Fuuuuuck…” you whimpered as Jey grabbed your throat from behind, tightly gripping on your jaw as he tilted it up allowing Jimmy to swirl his tongue down your neck.

“Yeah…take this dick baby,” Jey groaned in between his heavy pants as he buried himself inside of you, Jimmy’s tongue now gliding up, down, and around your right nipple. He enclosed his lips around your nipple as he fiercely sucked and noisily lapped his tongue at the same frantic pace Jey pile drove his dick inside you. Your breast audibly popping in and out of Jimmy’s mouth as long strings of saliva connected your nipple with his lips at every loud, popping suck.

“Sh-shit,” you moaned as Jey slowed his strokes down, tauntingly reminding you of his gentle thrusts from that late night in his room.

“This what she like…nice and slow,” he mumbled as he almost pulled his entire length out from your slippery, dripping hole. He tauntingly dipped his tip back in, his entire length throbbing inside of you as Jimmy’s wet, saliva stained lips met your parted ones.

“She does huh?” Jimmy purred against your tongue, his long fingers shakily sliding down your stomach and over your clit, his middle finger criminally yet slowly massaging it in circles. You pulled on Jimmy’s chain as your tongues sloshed with the other, your other hand gripping on his wrist to keep his finger connected with your clit. You felt dizzy, your eyes could barely stay open from their touches sending you into a euphoric frenzy. You felt a sudden rush down your spine, your lower belly boiled with warm flutters as your moans heightened even louder making Jimmy groan against your mouth, quickly staining all corners of your mouth with his saliva as his teeth pulled on your bottom lip.

“You gon’ cum baby?” he muttered, his hand picking up pace as he sloppily twisted and circled his palm up, down, and around his shaft as he watched you in pure bliss.

“Yesyesyes fuck,” you gasped as you felt the tip of Jey’s dick hit your g spot, your walls uncontrollably spasming around his length. You could tell they both were about to nut too as Jimmy’s pants escalated, Jey’s deep groans grew louder in your ear, and your high pitched cries filled the room as you felt shockwaves explode throughout your body once Jimmy rubbed his drizzling tip over your clit.

“Fuck…yeah baby cum on my dick just like that,” Jey deeply moaned as he thrusted one last time inside of you, his warm seed spilling and filling your walls as you watched Jimmy’s white, creamy ropes shoot in his palm and dribble down his shaft and onto his thighs. You all laid there for what felt like another minute, panting, sweating, and chests glistening and heaving from this unexpected, insane threesome.

“Oh my god…” you breathed out, tiredly reaching behind to tangle your fingers in Jey’s hair.

“Best birthday or what?” Jimmy playfully asked with a chuckle, slightly sitting up on his elbows as his low eyes peered up and down your naked body. You licked your lips, your mouth watering at Jimmy’s milky mess.

“The best…” you smirked, turning over to inch closer to his dick as he swiped your hair back from the side of your face. He held your hair up for you as you licked up his creamy cum, making him pleasurably curse under his shaky breath. You gasped as you felt Jey’s tongue spread open your cheeks to lick you clean of your own nectar.

“Come here,” Jimmy whispered as he pulled you in with the same hand that cradled your face to passionately kiss you. He shot you a wink when you both pulled back making you giggle as Jey loudly slapped your ass again.

“Oh fuck the party!” you covered your mouth as you sat back up, realizing you three were up in your room way longer than you expected. You were surprised no one came knocking on the door looking for you, especially Jasmine. But she definitely learned her lesson from earlier in the night.

“Whatchu’ mean?” Jimmy kissed his teeth, getting up on his own knees to move your bangs out of your face.

“She talkin’ about the party downstairs,” Jey chuckled, gripping your hips from behind as he trailed little kisses across your shoulders.

“Nah…they can wait. We ain’t done with you yet.”

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Questioner who is from Delaware: How long have you guys been friends?

Jared: Uhhh, I'm gonna say something weird. [Jensen leans in] I don't even have to look to know what's going on [points to Jensen], that's how weird it is, I don't even have to look. I'll say this, we all have our beliefs, you know? Like why we're here, what here is. This isn't the first lifetime we've been friends, so.

Audience: Aww.

Jared: Aww, what are y'all from Delaware or something? I - technically, objectively, this time around it was what, January 05? February 05?

Jensen: Well, that's when we met.

Jared: Yeah. [audience laughs] But he was team Dean, Gilmore Girls, for five years before that. Go Delaware.

Jensen: Um, I'll say this. When we met, there was certainly a pretty fast connection between he and I and it happened -

Jared: I was pretty, he was fast.

Jensen: Exactly. I've gotten faster with age. [Jared taps him and mouths Sorry] Don't apologize!

Jared: [laughs] It's true!

Jensen: Shoot. When we met was the day of - some of you have heard this story - was the day that we were auditioning for the roles in front of the studio and the network.

[continued below the cut]

Jensen: And usually when they do that they bring a few different actors to read for the same role, so I would go - I was assuming I would see, y'know, two three maybe even four other actors reading for the role of Dean. And then three to five guys reading for the role of Sam. When I walked in to the network building there was one guy sitting there. And it was this guy [points to Jared]. And I looked at the - I kinda gave him a nod, he gave me a nod, and I walked over to the sign in sheet - just like a doctor's office, you know, you go and check in.

Jared: What kinda name is that, Pada-Padaleski?

Jensen: Yeah, I was like how do you say your last name?

Jared: I dunno.

Jensen: You know you can change, change your name professionally, Misha Collins, and - [Jared cracks up] It's like, really missed the boat on that one, Pada-Pada-P-whatever-your-name-is. Um, no, but we met then and said kinda quick hey how you doin, what are you reading for? He's like, I'm reading for Sam. You? I'm reading for Dean. Oh, cool. And I sat down and we were kinda chillin there in the waiting room. And I was like, has anybody else been, has there been anybody? He's like no, you're - and it was just our two names on the sign in sheet. So I was like, this is kinda weird. He's like, I know. So we sat there kind of going over lines or whatever and somebody comes in and says you guys wanna come back? We'll bring you back, uh, together. And we're like, oh, alright. Usually they would bring us back individually, we would perform a scene with a-

Jared: A actor, B actor, C actor.

Jensen: Or a casting director or a casting director's assistant would read the lines opposite for you. But they brought us in together, into the room and so we read this scene, and it was the scene where Dean is trying to convince Sam to come on the road with him. And -

Jared: I can't do this without you?

Jensen: Yeah. Yeah, you know, dad gave me a .45, that scene. And we read the scene together for the first time in front of thirty suits. And immediately I was like, oh, this guy knows how to play. This guy, this guy, I can play ball with this guy. Like, immediately, I just - there was a sensibility that he had in his delivery, he was reacting to everything I was saying and it just felt really natural, so -

Jared: Super.

Jensen: Shhh, shhh, shhhh.

Norton: [rimshot]

Jared: [flails, bows to audience and blows kiss, slaps Jensen's shoulder, places hand to heart] Today's a good day.

Jensen: [chuckles] So we read the scene and then we left - they were like, okay just give us a few moments to talk it over. We walked out in like this other holding room, we were sitting there, and I was like, nice job man. And he was like, yeah, you too. And we're kinda sitting there and they come back out and were like okay they want you to come back in and we're gonna give you some notes and try some different things. And we're like, oh, oh, okay. We walked back in and they - in the room which this is very rare, like I don't even think I've ever heard of -

Jared: No.

Jensen: them doing this. They all stood up and just clapped and said congratulations, you guys are the new [?]. [audience applauds] So, so we left there knowing that we were about to work together. And I -

Jared: We bought so much shit, Ferraris - [both laugh]

Jensen: We - and I think it was you? We - I think we exchanged phone numbers -

Jared: Yeah.

Jensen: Like, right then. And then it was not a day or two later that he invited me over to his house. And we played ping pong. And it was then and there that a friendship was born.

Jared: Amen. I'm gonna tell two other stories that are kinda funny. So I lived - for those of y'all who are familiar with Los Angeles and the valley area? There are a lot of, uh, [laughs] there are a lot of, uh, [pause] adult videos filmed in the area. And I lived next to an adult video acts, actor -

Audience member: Emporium?

Jared: Pornium? Is that what you call it? I'll use your word, she said pornium. Um, and so Jensen came over and we're like two twenty year old guys, twenty seven year old guys. We're both in relationships. But during the night we're playing ping pong with a keg and all these [pause] actresses are, like, coming in and out.

Jensen: Performers.

Jared: He's like, who do you, where do you live, dude? I'm like, I dunno. But then, I've never told this story publicly, [points at Jensen] and I wonder if you remember it -

Jensen: Oh, I remember it.

Jared: No no no no no, not that one. We're not doing that one. I haven't - [audience laughter]

Jensen: I mean whaaaat?

Jared: There's several stories. But this is one, and we've never talked about this, ever. I don't know if you even recall -

Jensen: Maybe for a reason?

Jared: Let's do it in public. [Jensen laughs] Not a word of a lie, when we met, we were auditioning, one of my makeup artists on Gilmore Girls was talking about, like, eyepatches and stuff? 'Cause I get a little squinty if I don't sleep - or whatever, allergies, my eyes are really reactive. And I met Jensen and I think it was between the first time we read and the second time we read, for the suits. And I was like, hey dude, like how do you get your eyes so big? [audience laughs] Do you remember that? [Jensen gives him an incredulous look, mouthing no] You gave me - he gave me [points] that look! I was like, 'cause I was like, oh, he knows some shit I don't. What do you do to make your eyes big? He's like, what? I - I don't know, like -

Jensen: Open them?

Jared: Basically. You don't recall that?

Jensen: I do recall you being more squinty when you were younger.

Jared: Fair enough, fair enough, yeah.

Jensen: He had this, like, [makes face] he was so brooding. Y'all remember that? Like beginning of the unnatural show we're talking about?

Jared: [affected dramatic voice] Wait wait wait. What're you talking about?

Jensen: [mockingly similar voice] How do you get your eyes so big? [points at eyes, shakes head, makes what gesture]

Jared: Dude, I love Keanu Reeves, what can I say?

Jensen: So wait, what'd that have to do with the makeup artist?

Jared: Oh, she was talking about, because my eyes were -

Jensen: Oh, you were asking -

Jared: So I had just come - I was still on Gilmore Girls and if I didn't sleep well, my eyes would kind of not really open? And she was like, well, you can put cucumbers or whatever on your eyes to help them open up. But then I met you and I was like, you have giant eyeballs, what do you do? It's true. And eyeball, the word eyeball, was first coined by whom? The bard.

Audience member: Thank you.

Jared: Yeah. Thank you. Yeah, the ball of your eye -

Jensen: [incredulous] What the hell are you talking about?

Jared: I dunno. Something -

Jensen: By the way, bro, I thought you were going to tell the story about, uh -

Jared: No no no! I'm not telling - that's for us.

Jensen: Chrissy?

Jared: [cracks up] From Beaverton?

Jensen: From Beaverton, Oregon.

Jared: True story, true story.

Jensen: It was a neighbor who came over and had a very interesting conversation with us. But I won't tell you what. [emphatically] It's inappropriate!

Jared: She was very lovely, she was nice. Thank you Delaware, thank you, Janine. Let's change the subject, please.

Jensen: Let's do.

#dccon 2023 #j2 main panel #long post

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xoxo-sarah · 3 months

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Done This Before

↝pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

↝warning: angst, Leah, inaccurate/ not canon events for Daryl meeting Dog and Leah, death (reader), mention of death, set season 9 when Daryl leaves to look for Rick's body or whatever, not proofread

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 1.29.24

In the aftermath of yet another loss, Daryl Dixon found himself haunted by the echoes of his past. The weight of grief and guilt bore down on him with unyielding force. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was cursed, that anyone who dared to get close to him would meet a tragic end.

As he stood alone in the silence of the night, memories of those he had lost flooded his mind. The pain of each departure cut deeper, leaving wounds that seemed to never fully heal. His rugged exterior, once a shield against the world, now felt like a prison, trapping him in a cycle of despair.

Your body laid limp in his arms, the feeling all too familiar to Daryl.

"You're not doin' it right." Daryl hissed, watching your fingers fiddle with the bowstring. He didn't mean to come off as irritated. Today was one of those days where he was woke up frustrated with himself and decided to make it everyone's problem. He had so much built up frustration and no where to let it out. Searching for Rick's body was solemnly for closure. For the both of you. You weren't supposed to join him on one random day. But you did. And you stayed, not wanting him to be alone with his thoughts. It was a good call, and as much as Daryl hated to admit it, he was thankful. That didn't stop him from lashing out sometimes. You didn't seem to take it to heart.

There were times where he wasn't mean. Those were the moments where you got to really know each other, find some similarities, make a few jokes. As time passed, you two did more joking and less arguing.

"The string is old, Daryl." You analyzed the frayed string.

Daryl yanked it out of your hands, grumbling.

"'s fine." He knew the bow was old and in need of a new string, he didn't need you telling him jack shit.

You two sat in silence as Daryl examined the bow now. He really should get that fixed, he thought.

Everything happened to fast. One second, you were kicking leaves around, stopping at the feeling of being watched. The next, you heard a rustling and felt a burning sensation on your right side.

The gunshot rang through the woods, scaring any animal in the opposite direction.

You were both caught off guard. It wasn't until your knees have out that Daryl moved, falling beside you. His eyebrows were nearly touching from his face being scrunched in confusion. He violently looked around, catching a head of long, light brown hair as the person ran away as fast as she could.

Unknowingly, It was Leah, someone who Daryl would shortly grow close to, that accidentally pulled the trigger. She had snuck up on you two, watching your interactions, contemplating if you were dangerous or not. She had her gun cocked and ready, waiting. A sudden squirrel running across her foot had her finger squeezing the trigger. Leah panicked and fled the scene out of fear and guilt.

Daryl brought you into his arms, running as fast as he could in the environment. He mindlessly ran in the direction of the closes community he knew of. But it was pointless. It would take far too long to get to any place that could possibly help.

He staggered through branches and bushes, yelling out in desperation, or anyone. It was an all too familiar feeling.

He had done this before.

He stopped at a river, watching the water flow through rocks. You gargled blood, looking up at him, listening to the water and the silence of the woods.

He gently sat you down, kneeling beside you.

You two just looked at each other as the life drained out of your eyes.

Daryl had silently apologized over and over again, feeling his eyes start to sting when you were gone. Officially gone.

Daryl's heart ached as he replayed the moment when he had to watch yet another loved one slip away, much like Beth had. The anguish was a relentless storm, threatening to consume him whole. He couldn't help but wonder if he was the common thread in these tragedies, the dark cloud that hovered over those who dared to care for him.

The flickering flames of the campfire cast dancing shadows across his face, mirroring the turmoil within. His eyes, usually steely and resolute, now betrayed the turmoil of his soul. Each passing day seemed to deepen the chasm of his despair, leaving him adrift in a sea of unanswered questions.

In the depths of his anguish, Daryl struggled to find solace. The very act of opening his heart to another felt like tempting fate, a reckless gamble with the lives of those around him. The burden of his perceived curse weighed heavily on his shoulders, threatening to crush him under its unforgiving weight.

As the night wore on, Daryl's thoughts became a tempest of self-doubt and pain. He was a lone wolf, forever condemned to wander the desolate landscape of his own making. The echoes of his losses reverberated in the stillness, a haunting reminder of the price of his affections.

In the quiet embrace of the night, Daryl Dixon grappled with the ghosts of his past, each one a painful testament to the fragility of life. The stars above bore witness to his silent anguish, a solitary figure adrift in a world that seemed determined to tear apart the very fabric of his being.

A twig broke behind Daryl, causing him to swing around, crossbow-which has a new bowstring- in hand, ready to kill. The puppy barked, looking up at Daryl, head slightly tilted.

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dantakeyoman · 9 months

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𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 | 𝐣. 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

♡ 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ *𝒐𝒉, (𝒚/𝒏)? 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓. …𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 *

𝐒𝐈𝐗

"They think they can muscle me out a rumble?" You panted, running through the streets of your neighborhood like a mad-woman, "They musta forgot who I was."

Breaking out of the hospital, you felt like you were something out of a Bond movie, all you needed was the bow tie.

You changed into a tank top and some jean shorts right before the nurses switched their shift, and then you made your move.

You grabbed Johnny's jacket and quickly ran next door, waiting a few seconds before walking out as if you were a visitor.

One of the new nurses reprimanded you, telling you that visiting hours were over, so you nodded and walked out the joint a free woman.

So now here you were, sprinting towards the vacant lot through the pouring rain, the divide of Greasers and Socs in sight.

And your favorite greased mop of hair standing front and center, right next to Ponyboy.

"Don't you know a rumble ain't a rumble without me!" You smiled, jumping on top of a car and jumping down, a Soc throwing the first punch at Pony.

Both sides went wild.

"(y/n/n)?!" Johnny exclaimed, turning around and running towards you.

A random blonde ran towards you, thinking you were easy pickings, but you planted your foot and high kicked him in the face with the heel of your boot, knocking him out cold.

Johnny'd be a liar if he said he didn't find that impossibly hot.

"Hey, Johnnycake," you smiled, still panting, "Didn't miss me too much, didya?"

"Ain't chu supposed to be at the hospital? They let you out early?" He asked, the two of you going back to back and socking these two twins in the face.

"Nah," you shook your head, grabbing the guy by his collar and throwing him to the ground, kicking him in the face, "I staged a prison break. Tricked a nurse into thinkin' I was a visitor."

"Of course ya did," he sighed with a smile, punching another oncoming guy.

Just then, it started raining cats and dogs, and a Soc slipped and fell in front of you, a smirk growing on your face as you crouched down and landed a punch on his jaw, knocking him out.

But another Soc took the opportunity to grab you by your hair, yolking you up from behind.

So you threw your head back as hard as you could, dazing him enough for him to loosen his grip and let you to squirm out.

You whipped around and punched him in the face, him doing the same, but you ate it and landed a two piece on him, knocking him down.

You grabbed him by the collar of his sweater, landing two more punches, before he decided to scramble away.

"Watch yourself, (y/n/n)!" Johnny ran over, punching away a guy that was running up to kick you in the face.

You quickly got up, kicking the guy in the balls, before turning to Johnny, out of breath.

"Thanks," you smiled.

"No mention it," he smiled at, "You doin' okay?"

"Yeah, I'm-." You quickly shoved him down, leaning over his back to punch an incoming Soc that was trying to get the jump on him.

Johnny stood upright, the Soc landing a punch on him, before Johnny hit him with a one-two.

Another Soc came over, tackling you to the ground and punching you in the face, though it didn't really phase you none.

Bare-fisted punches you could take, but ringed ones were a different breed.

You grabbed his cheeks, slamming the heels of your palms on his ears before going ham on his face, scratching and clawing like your life depended on it.

His let out a hiss of pain and threw himself off of you, you taking your chance and giving his stomach the preacher's elbow.

Another one grabbed you, lifting you off his pal and socking you in the stomach, good.

You gasped, quickly trying to catch your breath but he landed another, and then another.

'Fuck!'

You slammed your heel on his foot, snapping around and punching him while he was distracted.

You sent a knee straight to his core, hooking a leg around his ankle and making him fall to the ground, kicking him in the stomach a couple times to finish him off.

Panting and out of breath, you looked around frantically, trying to find Johnny in the crowd, only to realize that the Socs numbers were dropping fast, and most of them were running back to their mustangs.

Two stragglers on their way out tried to get their licks in on you, but you kicked one in the balls, kneeing the other one in the stomach, and then kicked them both in the face when they fell to the floor.

But they still managed to scramble away, them being the final ones left, and the entirety of the Greasers side went up with cheers and howls of victory.

And you were able to finally spot your favorite greasy mop of hair in the crowd.

"We did it, Johnny!" You exclaimed, running over and jumping into his arms.

"We sure did, (y/n/n)," he panted, catching you and holding you tight, stroking your hair.

You grinned, pulling back and resting your forehead on his, "Wanna go back to mine an' get cleaned up?"

He grinned right back, "You betcha."

Johnny put you down with a smile and took your hand, running off with you close behind, trying to escape before anyone noticed you were gone.

"My brother's gonna kill me," you snickered, shaking your head as you thought about how blue he'd turn while yelling at you.

"Kill you?" Johnny scoffed, "He's gonna skin me!"

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

"Damn Socs," you grumbled, roughly wiping off the tip of your shoe with a rag, "Got their blood all over my favorite pair of boots."

Johnny chuckled, throwing on one of (b/n/n)'s old shirts, "Wouldn't have happened if you ain't love kickin' 'em so much."

The two of you had got back to yours, taking a couple quick showers and dressing your wounds before finally relaxing.

"Kickin' 'em is the only way to make sure they stay down. They're like cockroaches, they always get back up again," you smiled, putting it down and standing up from your vanity, plopping yourself on the bed.

"I heard that," he sighed, sitting down with you, "I didn't notice one of 'em get back up and he gave me this."

He pointed to his left eye, which had a little shiner on it, but nothing too serious.

"I think it makes you look tough," you smirked, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over it, gently.

"Oh, yeah?" He smirked back, pulling you into his lap by your waist, looking up at you like you were the only think in the universe, "You lyin' to me?"

"Never," you chuckled, resting your hands on his shoulders.

You were about to say something else, until you looked down, and noticed the burn scar on his hand, your stomach dropping.

'Right.'

Johnny's eyebrows furrowed, noticing your change in expression, until he realized what you were looking at, and tucked his hand behind his back.

"I told you, it don't hurt none. I promise," he assured, but you ignored him, carefully taking it from behind him and holding it up to inspect.

He gulped at your sudden silence, and suddenly felt hot with anxiety as your eyes raked over him, his every feature seeming to be put under a magnifying glass under your gaze.

Did you notice something you didn't like? Were you gonna kick him out?

But much to his surprise, you slowly brought his hand up to your lips, pecking a long, feather-light kiss on the wound before placing his hand on your cheek, resting yours right over his.

"When we were out in the field near the church, and we broke the kiss, you were gonna say somethin' before Ponyboy interrupted," you started, your eyes peering into his soul, "What were you gonna say to me?"

Johnny flushed, his mouth going dry and throat closing up.

He couldn't say it now. Could he? Would that be weird? He didn't wanna be weird.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out, and you made it even worse when you turned your head, kissing the heel of his palm while still keeping complete eye contact.

Johnny bit the inside of his cheek, fighting back any sound as he felt that familiar throb in his pants.

The things you do to him.

"Use your words, Johnny," you cooed, leaning in closer, "Tell me what you were gonna say."

The poor boy felt like a dam that was about to burst, like at any moment he would explode and just completely spill his guts to you.

The influence of you was overwhelming, and he felt like he would do anything you asked if you told him to in that honey-laced tone.

"Please...Johnnycake~"

He broke.

The throb intensified, and he tightened his grip on your hips to keep himself grounded.

"I love you, (y/n/n). I think I love you more than I loved anythin'," he caved, looking up at you starry eyed, "I love you so much you make my chest bleed. Baby, you don't know how long I've wanted you."

He rested his forehead on yours, his breathing picking up pace.

"I wanna be around you all the time, 'cause you make me feel like I'm higher than the clouds. I wanna touch on ya, and hug ya, and hold you close to me, 'cause you're the only one I want," he rambled, his grip tightening even more.

"And, oh, God, when I saw you in that fire, you scared me so bad. I thought I'd never be happy again. You wouldn't say nothin' and everyone was thinkin' the worse and I just...I dunno."

You noticed he was getting himself more worked up, so you slid your hand under his shirt, resting it on top of his heart.

It was going a mile a minute.

His breath calmed almost instantly, and his eyes rested on you intently, waiting for you to say something.

"Johnny Cade," you smiled, sinking on your knees so you were at eye level, "I love you....so much you'd be surprised. You make me feel calm, and protected, and I feel like I could talk to you about anything. I don't know what I'd do with myself without you in my life."

He looked surprised, almost shocked, at your confession. As if he'd never believe you had the words not come straight from your mouth.

"I want you, Johnnycake," you finished, touching noses as you gave him your darkest bedroom eyes.

His face went crimson, and he could feel the heat stretching all the way from the tips of his ears, to the base of his neck.

Was this really happening? Was this another one of his dreams? Was this one of his daydreams, and he was really sitting in at the Nightly Double with you, watching some stupid, beachy movie?

"But I need to make sure that you want this with me," you added, "I don't want you to regret it."

...

Were you joking?

"God, I need you, (y/n/n)," he sighed, resting his face in the crook of your neck and peppering the area with kisses, "I need this with you. I want it with you."

You smiled, and without hesitation, threaded your fingers in his hair and pulled him in for a kiss.

He groaned into it as you tugged at his hair, tilting his head and pulling you close to deepen it.

Your lips molded together as tongues danced, teeth fought, and breathy moans filled each other's mouths.

Johnny pulled back first, hiking you up higher on his lap so he had better access to your neck, his lips already attaching to the available flesh, sucking small, dark circles.

You bit your lip, gripping the hair at the base of his neck and allowing your head to lull back as he found a rhythm.

Suck. Lick. Kiss. Repeat. Suck. Lick. Kiss. Repeat.

You especially tightened your grip when he found a certain spot at the column of your throat, a hushed mewl escaping your lips and going straight to his ears, another painful throb going straight through his cock.

"Johnny," you sighed, resting your cheek on his as you slightly pushed him away, reaching for the zipper of his pants.

You wanted to make him feel good, too.

"No way," he stopped, carefully taking your hand in his, "This is about you."

You tried to give him your best pleading eyes, poking out your lip, "But it's your turn..."

And you almost had him, too.

But he toughed it out for your sake.

"Another time," he assured with a smile, placing two kisses on the corners of your mouth.

Moving his hands down from your hips to under your thighs, his tightened his grip, hiking you further before picking you up and walking around to the foot of the bed.

"Now, lay down for me, baby'," he asked, leaning forward to put you down.

You blushed at his sudden confidence boost, but obeyed, allowing yourself to sink back into the comfort of your bed.

Johnny got down on his knees at the foot, carefully pulling you closer by your ankles.

As he slowly pulled down your jeans, he frantically racked his brain to remember conversations that he had with Dally and Steve about this stuff.

How to suck it, what ways to move his tongue, where everything was.

He had to make sure everything was perfect for you.

As he did away with your panties, which were a pretty black lace that he'd save in his mind for later, his eyes went wide at the sight of your core.

You were soaking, and clenching around nothing, not to mention you were making this adorable little face, as if you were embarrassed.

You started to close your legs, but Johnny kept them open, looking up at you with lust blown eyes.

"You have got to be the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he stated, as if he was reciting a known fact.

You flushed, your neck and face burning as you turned away from him, "Johnny..."

No one had ever said that to you before.

Without warning, he slammed his face into you, making you cry out in pleasure.

"Johnny!" You moaned, frantically grabbing at the bed sheets, trying to find something to ground you.

He swirled his tongue around like a madman, alternating his sucking and licking, your sounds making him groan into you.

What the guys described didn't come anywhere near what it was truly like.

He never knew someone could taste so good, and he never though he'd ever hear those sounds come from you, by his hand.

His dick was now painfully hard in his jeans, and he was physically fighting himself from grinding against the bed, your moans almost daring him to.

But he wanted to save himself for you.

He had to be patient.

Remembering something else Steve said, he slid two fingers into your hole, the way you were clenching around him making his grip on your thighs turn bruising.

"Fuck, Johnny!" You panted, threading your fingers in his hair and pushing his face deeper, throwing your head back at the two sensations, "I'm close...I'm so close."

He continued to suck on your clit, speeding up his fingers as he kept complete eye contact with you, wanting to commit everything about this moment to memory.

You mewled and bucked your hips, tugging and pulling on his hair for purchase, making his groans vibrate through your pussy.

He pushed even further, speeding up his fingers and shoving his head even deeper, your moans now, without a doubt, reaching the neighbor's house.

He finished it off with a curl of his fingers, the tips hitting directly on that soft, spongy spot, making your toes curl and your back arch.

"Johnny!" You whined, finally allowing that coil in your stomach to release, your vision going white as he rode out your high, slowly pumping his fingers until you were back to normal.

He smirked, pulling out his fingers and his face, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh before using his arm to wipe his chin, taking in your fucked out state.

"Did good, didn't I?" He asked cockily, crawling up to meet your face.

"Where on Earth did you learn that?" You panted, turning to him in shock.

Despite that being your first time, you knew good and well that that was way better than normal head.

"I'm a good listener," he teased, pressing a kiss on your lips.

You smiled into it, letting him have his moment, before flipping the two of you over.

"All right, now, prettyboy," you devilishly smirked, pinning his wrists above his head, "My turn."

Fuck.

You pulled his shirt over his head, and propped him up on the headboard before you got to work, trailing kisses and hickeys from his jaw to his collarbone.

"You're so handsome, Johnnycake," you cooed, nibbling at the skin on his pec, making him sigh in pleasure, "So handsome."

You sucked a hickey in that same spot, him giving a tiny twitch.

"Don't tease me, baby," he whined, resting his hand at the base of your neck and pushing you closer to him.

You smiled, giving him a quick kiss before unzipping his pants, pulling them down.

"Take off your boxers for me, Johnnycake," you asked sweetly, tying up your hair and throwing off your shirt, unclasping your bra as well.

He nodded, pulling himself out of the tight confines, quickly trying to hide the stain of pre-cum that lay loud and proud on his red boxers.

Looking at his dick, you went wide eyed, almost in disbelief.

Sure, a part of you knew he wasn't a small guy, but you didn't think he would be that big, either.

'He should be walkin' around like he owns the block.'

"I'm sorry," he apologized, getting nervous under your eyes again.

You turned to him with a warm smile, cupping his cheek in your hand.

"You don't have nothin' to be sorry for, baby," you assured, placing a kiss on his nose, "I just didn't think you'd be so big."

He turned beet red, turning to avoid your eyes.

He didn't think you'd be so blunt.

"We're gonna take it nice and slow, okay?" You stated, carefully taking his dick and lining him up.

He could only nod, the warmth of your hand already taking him places, his grip on your hips tightening.

You took a deep breath, slowly sinking yourself down on the tip, your eyes blowing wide.

"Oh my God~" the both of you moaned, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

You continued to sink at a steady pace, Johnny's grip tightening so much that you knew you'd have marks in the morning.

When you finally bottomed out, the both of you released a breath you didn't even know you were holding.

"All right," you sighed, catching your breath, "Just let me know when it's okay to move."

Johnny was on cloud nine, his head already thrown back as he finally got a chance to feel you.

You were soft, real soft, and oh, so fucking tight that he thought you might suffocate him.

And it didn't help that you were clenching every two seconds, whining and squirming above him.

"Baby, I need ya to stay still or I'm not gonna last," he panted, tucking a stray tuft of hair behind your ear.

"S-Sorry," you mumbled, trying to keep yourself together as you rested your hands on his chest.

He filled you up so much, and all you wanted him to do was to move.

But you wanted to make sure he was comfortable first.

"All right, you can move," he nodded, finally finished prepping himself.

You nodded, slowly lifting yourself off of him, before completely slamming yourself down.

"FUCK!" Johnny moaned, wrapping his arms around you for purchase.

You continued on, lifting and dropping yourself at a faster pace, sending the both of you over the moon.

Your skin slapping echoed through the room, turning you on and making you to go even faster.

"I...fuck...I love you so much, Johnny. Shittt...love you so fuckin' much," you moaned, feeling up all over his chest, throwing your head back.

"You're gonna kill me, baby," Johnny panted, leaning forward to place kisses on your beautiful tits, "I'm so close....fuckkkk...so close. A little bit more."

You used that as motivation, pushing you even harder and faster, now completely lifting off his dick before bouncing back down.

"Fuck!" He moaned, helping move your hips on top of him.

"That's it, I'm gonna-." He felt your pussy flutter around him, and he was gone, pressing you down and letting go with you.

The second you finished, you fell forward into his chest, exhausted.

For both your first times, you think you did pretty all right.

Johnny gave you a tired smile, stroking your hair and placing a kiss on your head.

"I love you, (y/n/n)," he sighed, stroking your hair, "I wantchu to be my girl."

You weakly smiled, nuzzling into his chest, "I am your girl, Johnnycake."

He grinned, laying the both of you down and pulling up the covers.

You turned your back, but he pulled you close by your waist, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face in your neck.

"My girl," he happily muttered, already starting to fall asleep.

You smiled to yourself, settling in your spot before shutting your eyes, taking in a deep breath

You were finally content. You finally had what you had been pining for all these years.

And it felt sweet.

It felt warm.

And listening to his soft snores, you were able to lull asleep, excited to see what tomorrow would bring.

𝒋 𝒐 𝒉 𝒏 𝒏 𝒚 𝒄 𝒂 𝒌 𝒆

#johnnycake #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade smut #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader

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merowkittie · 1 year

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Pretty When You Cry — Daryl Dixon

Summary: Daryl hears you crying and doesn’t know what to do.

Warnings: angst / talks of suicide and death / fluff at the end <3

(Ok so originally I was stuck with two people, Daryl or Joel?? So as you can see by the title who I chose, maybe Joel will get his own ? I dunno omg also I used the pet name flower in this.. idc it’s so cute to me,, if you don’t like it.. 😸)

You were not meant to make it. You knew that better than anyone else. The weak die fast right?

So why were you still here..?

That’s what you asked yourself every single fucking day. When you had to walk around camp and see the ghosts of half of your found family. Mostly everyone you loved was gone. They were all useful and great assets to the group.

You? Oh man. You were a good fighter but you often times let your emotions get to you. It’s been years since this apocalypse started and yet you still got sick seeing those walkers.

They were once humans. Now? They’re a ghost in the person they used to be. They’re still there but not conscious enough to gain control over their own bodies. At least that’s how you felt it was like.

The days feel so long and you were feeling nothing but tired. You felt as though it was getting harder and harder to hang on to something here. Nothing was keeping you grounded anymore. Nothing.

You wanted to escape this hell of a place so much. The world was shit. You were scared out of your mind. Tomorrow you could be dead. Dead by a Walker or another human being.

Or maybe even yourself if you had the guts to do it.

Tonight though, it was an old bottle of wine you found on a supply run, you and the quiet of the lonely house you were in, in Alexandria.

You normally shared it with Daryl but he told you he had to do something important with Rick and most likely wouldn’t be back until later into the early night time.

“Daryl? Where are you going?” You pouted playfully at the older man and poked him gently on his rib cage.

He sighed and swatted your hand away, “Doin’ somethin’ with Rick. Said he needed my help with somethin’.”

You pursed your lips and nodded. You didn’t want him to leave cause you knew you’d be lonely and he was one of your only sources of entertainment!

“Your leaving me all alone in this empty houseeee??” You dragged the words childishly and tugged at his vest.

He raised his eye brows at you, a little warning. Then he turned fully around so he could be facing you, “I’ll be back later..”

“Later as in Never.. when do you think you’ll be back Dixon?”

“Real late, flower.”

You smiled at the little pet name he gave you years ago.

You and Daryl were in no way dating. Though you wanted to be, you both didn’t know how to initiate it. Daryl was so.. awkward? You were just bad at talking about your feelings with a man who was a bit scary and you couldn’t really read him sometimes.

With a sigh you nodded, “That’s betrayal right there, Dixon. I’ll see you when you get back..”

He nodded and picked his cross bow up from the table in the desolate dining room. As he started to walk out the door you called his name in a whisper. Must’ve been loud enough for him to hear you cause he turned around and watched your brown eyes flicker with hesitation.

Your hand smoothed the raven curls on your head down towards the puff that sat on top of your head. You were suddenly a bit nervous.

“Be Safe ok? And don’t miss me too much.” your deep brown lips lifted into a smile at the man.

He grunted in response and nodded. Just like that he left and you would wait until he’d come back.

Now it’s past midnight you’re tipsy, not drunk but still able to process things normally. The wine bottle you were slowly sipping on turned into large gulps and soon most of the bottle was gone in an hour or so.

The bedroom felt so empty and too eerie. The bed sheets felt uncomfortable on your skin and oh you wanted nothing but to scratch it off.

Salty tears wet your cheeks and slowly fell down to your neck. The alcohol in your system had you thinking, made you feel all bubbly and weirdly empty.

Your sobs rocked your entire body as your arms enveloped yourself in a tight hug. The sounds of your cries surely could be heard throughout the house. Who knew you had so much anger, guilt and sadness built up in you?

This was not what you were gonna do tonight but there’s always last minute split decisions right?

The door to the house opened and Daryl stepped in bruised and tired. He closed the door and heard you almost instantly. His body tensed up and he readied his cross bow, making his way slowly up the stairs.

The sounds of your sobs got louder as he stood in front of your door, though it was left ajar.

He peeked in and the sight of you left him rigged. He’s only ever saw you cry once and that was when Beth had died. You two were so close you could practically call each other sisters.

Daryl didn’t know what to do so he just watched you. Like a god damn creep but he was confused.

Why were you crying?

Daryl started to walk away, back to his own room until he stepped on one of the old floor boards and it creaked. Loud enough to alert you and pause your sobs.

“Daryl?” Your voice croaked out.

There was no answer from the brooding man so you asked again.

“Daryl.. are you outside of my door being a creep?” You giggled though it was raspy, it made Daryl smile a little.

“I, Uh— heard ya cryin’ from downstairs.. thought it was something goin’ on up here..” His voice was gruff and muffled as he spoke through the small opening of the door.

You hummed. You wiped at your nose with the sleeve of your Henley (Daryl’s that you stole) and sniffled.

“Come in here.. you look crazy just standing there Dixey..”

He grunted and came into your dark room and made his way over to your bed. Daryl just.. stood in front of your smaller figure and looked at you.

You pulled on his vest so that you could hold him in a hug. The position was awkward as you were sitting cross legged on the bed with your face buried in his broad chest and he just held his arms above your back, unsure of what to do.

You tugged on his body harder which caused him to stumble on top of you on the bed. He could feel you smirk against him at what you just did.

“If ya wanted me in bed ya coulda just said somethin’.” He huffed out and still not touching you, made himself as comfortable as he could with you holding on to him like a koala.

“Dixon..” you peered up at the man.

He hummed.

“Why do you keep me around? You’ve saved me so many times I can’t even count how much on both hands.. I’ve done nothing for you In return..” the pout on your lips pulled at his heart strings.

Daryl sighed and said, “I don’t mind saving your ass a few times. Ya don’t gotta do anythin’ in return.”

You sniffled and Daryl internally groaned. He did NOT want to watch you cry and console you cause one thing he was terrible at was consoling someone. His childhood was far from sweet and he wasn’t talked to lovingly or consoled when he was sad. So how could he do that with you..?

“But— bu— I feel like a god damn burden Daryl. Every time I wake up my shoulders feel heavy and my chest feels like there’s a weight on top of them. I— ugh I can’t—” your words cut off with a sob and you cling on to him harder.

Your body shook with every sob that came out of your body. He watched you with a slight frown.

He shook his head and placed a strong arm around your back and a hand on top of your head of curls and patted you like a dog. He was trying.

“No. No yer not that, flower. Man.. if I didn’t meet ya I probably woulda gone insane by now. Yer not a burden baby.. don’t say that.”

“But I am! I— I bring nothing to the team Daryl! I don’t want to— I don’t wanna be here anymore. If I left there w—would be more food and more supplies for the rest of-”

“Don’t you fucking saying that do ya here me? Don’t say shit like that. You’re staying right here with me wether you like it or not.”

Silence filled the room besides your heavy breaths.

He whispered your name, cutting through the thick silence.

You whispered his.

You didn’t even know how much control you had over this man if you just made him yours. He was at your feet at this point. You had him wrapped around your lithe fingers, pulling him in tight.

“‘M sorry.. I’m so sorry Dixon.” You sighed into the crook of his neck, “I don’t mean to drag you in here and comfort me like some baby.. I know you’re probably not comfortable with me like that..” you tried to pull away but he kept you close.

“No.. no I.. I like it.” Daryl was surprised at his own words. Daryl had never been comfortable with a woman like this.

“You like it? ..well then if I had known.. I would’ve been cuddling with you much sooner Dixon..” you giggled at the thought of this man spooning with you, it made him chuckle a bit too.

There was more silence, though now it was comfortable.

“Are ya feeling any better?”

You nodded and looked up at him to find he was already looking down at you.

“Daryl…” you breathed out, ready to ask.. or to tell him something you’ve been wanting to say for a while.

He called out your name and slowly you made your way up to him. Your faces mere centimeters apart and you looked into his eyes, asking for permission. Once you saw him nod slightly you placed your lips on his.

The kiss was slow and gentle. Nothing too harsh or rough. His lips were chapped against your own soft ones. Teeth slightly grazing your lower lip each time your lips connecting again.

You let out a quiet moan when he bit down on your bottom lip and tugged on it as he pulled away.

“Fuck..” he muttered under his breath.

You two stared at each other whilst catching your breath. You were the first to speak up.

“Dixon.. I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now..” you bit your lip in anticipation of what he’d say next, hoping he really did feel the same after that kiss.

He placed his larger hand on the back of your head and pulled you closer so he could kiss your temple, “Love ya too.”

You smiled and kissed his jaw. The hair on it sticking your nose.

The two of you stayed close together like that through the night. Whispering nothing but sweet affirmations and listening to the sound of the nights wind.

Maybe when the morning comes you’ll have a new purpose. Someone to hang on to.

#reader insert #twd #the walking dead x reader #daryl x you #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #daryl dixion x reader #the walking dead #angst #hurt/comfort #fluff #twd fluff

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 1 year

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reader pronouns: she/her, reader is Rick’s sister warning: language (it’s Negan so duh), threats of violence, fear and anxiety, angsssstttt

“Dwight, bring Daryl over here,” Negan said, still smiling broadly. “I want to make sure he can hear all of this.”

Dwight shoved Daryl hard in the back and he nearly tripped from it. He managed somehow to keep his feet under him and he walked forward until he was standing beside Negan.

Negan paced a line in front of all of you, but his eyes didn’t leave your face. You’d been singled out, and you felt nausea rolling in your stomach as you glanced across Negan’s tall, lean frame and looked at the state Daryl was in. The bat swung in a wide arc at Negan’s side and then perched up on his shoulder again as he stopped in front of you.

“I can’t believe you all having been holding out on me,” Negan said. “I thought I made it perfectly fuckin’ clear that that shit would not be tolerated.”

Rick stepped forward, sweat dripping down his face from terror of what was about to happen. “We haven’t been holding—”

“Rick, shut the fuck up and get back where you fuckin’ were,” Negan growled, pointing a gloved finger at him. Your brother wilted, giving you a desperate and terrified look, and stepped back.

“Now, where was I?” Negan paused. The scowl on his face melted back into that cocky smile and he stopped right in front of you. “Imagine how fuckin’ surprised I was to find out that Rick the Prick had a sister. Ya’ll must have forgotten to mention that one, hmm? And not just a sister,” he paused and clicked his tongue, looking you up and down, “but damn! I can see who got all the good looks in the family,” he finished, shooting another mocking smile at Rick.

Rick was shaking from anger and anxiety, his jaw clenched and his teeth ground together. He knew. Rick didn’t know how he’d found out, but Negan knew.

Negan went on. “And imagine my shock when I find out that little Miss Grimes happens to have a special beau, my Daryl! Fuck me sideways, that shit is just too good to be true.” Negan looked back at you and pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth for a moment. “That must make you Alexandrian royalty or some shit. Right, doll? Brother’s the boss. Love interest is the biggest badass in the settlement. Want me to bow and show proper respect for your station?”

You didn’t know what made you do it. You were absolutely terrified. But your simmering hatred for the man, fueled by the state Daryl seemed to be in and Negan’s public grandstanding, got the best of you. “Rather you sucked my—”

“Whoa!” Negan, to your surprise, only laughed and grinned more widely at you. “Watch it, men! We’re in the presence of a proper lady.” His eyes raked over your face and there was something in them that dropped your stomach to the ground. “Dwight, let Daryl go.” For a split second, your heart leapt, but when it came to the Saviors, nothing was ever that good. “And get Miss Grimes here settled in my truck for the ride to her new home. We’re doin’ a goods exchange today everybody, and I gotta say, I think I’m getting the better end of this fucking deal.”

“No! No! Y/N! Keep me! Just leave her the fuck alone! Don’t fucking touch her! No!” Daryl was screaming as the blood drained from your face and time seemed to slow. He was trying to fight to you but several men seized him by the arms and dragged him around Negan, who stood watching him like he was really fucking enjoying his anguish.

“No, please,” Rick stepped forward again, his face desperate, but Negan’s smile vanished and he pointed his bat straight at him.

“Rick, if you take another goddamn step forward I swear to my sweet Lucille I will bash somebody else’s brains in right here.”

You looked over your shoulder as Dwight grabbed your elbow firmly. Your eyes were wide and glassy as you looked at your brother and Daryl, who finally seemed to have given up and gone nearly limp, almost crumpled onto the asphalt. You wondered if this would be the last time you’d ever see them. Prompt: “Want me to bow and show proper respect for your station?” / “Rather you sucked my—” / “Whoa! Watch it, men! We’re in the presence of a proper lady.” A/N: As soon as I saw this prompt, I knew it had to be Negan. Also, not me wanting to write this as an entire fic...

#daryl dixon #sister!grimes #negan smith #saviors era #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #twd fanfics #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #fanfics #writers of tumblr #twd drabbles #the saviors #rick grimes

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oracle-of-dream · 4 months

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DSL

Minors DNI

Summary: Jake comes home after a night out with his friends asking what DSL is and why Heeseung says he has them. As his partner, it's your responsibility to be able to teach him thoroughly...

Warnings: Drunk Jake, Male Reader, Blowjob (Reader rec.), Cum swallowing

Wordcount: 3K

It was a Friday night. You looked at your phone, the clock on your lock screen glowed half-past midnight with your boyfriend’s beautiful smile behind it. You unlock your phone and start swiping through Tiktok while finishing up the last of your face care routine.

You wanted to call him. He was always there to be ready to put you to bed, or he’d call to say he’d be late. But you hadn’t heard from him… You told him you wouldn’t bug him while he was out, but you didn’t know how long he’d be gone for either. You remember how happy he was when you agreed to let him have a guy’s night with the rest of his buddies. You couldn’t just ruin his night now…

You finished in the bathroom and moved into your bedroom. The only sound you could hear was the floorboards creaking as you walked, and the sounds from the different videos on your phone. Jake usually would be playing music or telling you about his day right about now. It felt so strange without him being there. After work, Jake would always come home to you and give you a kiss when he walked through the door. But he didn’t even stop at home to change out of his work clothes tonight.

After turning off the lights and climbing into bed, you didn’t realize how big the bed was without Jake next to you. He’d insist on cuddling you so close that you’d be at the edge of the bed most of the night. The smell of his shampoo in your nose, and the soft sound of his breathing would rock you to sleep in an instant. But, without him, you were wide awake. The sheets were cold. Your arms were empty. Every part of your home was silent.

It felt like hours laying in bed, tossing, and turning. You checked your phone. Only twenty minutes had passed. Then you heard a noise coming from downstairs. You almost leaped out of bed, using your phone as a flashlight to lead yourself down the stairs and investigate. The sound was coming from the front door. Approaching it, you could hear voices from the other side.

“Jesus, Jake. Who told you to drink so much?” One man complained.

A different man chimed in. “Can you hold him still? I can’t find his keys!”

“I’m trying, he’s hard to carry.”

“Well, I’m the one with his hands in another guy’s pants. I’d rather hold him.”

“You lost rock, paper, scissors. Now hurry before the neighbors think we’re breaking in or something!”

You unlocked the door and opened it slightly. Two men were on your doorstep; The one with silver hair, dark eyebrows, and a mole on his nose was holding Jake on his feet. The other had dark brown hair, a strong nose, and an awkward smile with one hand in Jake’s front pocket.

“Hi there!” The second said. “You must be y/n, we’re Jake’s friends.”

You nodded, at a loss for words.

He ripped his hand out of Jake’s pocket and dusted it off before extending it out to you. “I’m Heeseung, that’s Sunghoon. We’re all coworkers!” He nodded to the other man when introducing him.

Sunghoon did a soft bow toward you. “Sorry to bother you so late at night. We just wanted to make sure he made it back to you.” Sunghoon shook Jake’s shoulder, earning a groan from your boyfriend.

“Is he okay?” You asked while opening the door fully.

“Totally, I think he just drank more than he could handle. Good thing it’s the weekend, ya know.” Heeseung cheered.

You stepped out of your house, your bare feet on the pavement. “Jake, baby?”

Jake’s eyes shot open at you calling his name. “Angel? What are you doin’ out here, it's so cold.” Jake noticed you were barefoot. “You jerks let him walk out of the house without shoes!?” Jake squirmed in Sunghoon’s grip but the taller man shook Jake a little to get him to calm down.

“Please come in, you can put him on the bed upstairs. I’ll take care of the rest.” You guided them to your room as they struggled to get Jake to walk up the stairs.

They let Jake faceplant onto the mattress with a heavy grunt.

“He’s a real handful, isn’t he?” Heeseung giggled.

You shook your head. “He’s never given me any trouble. He’s really good to me.” You rubbed his head, brushing his hair the way he likes.

Sunghoon tapped Heeseung on the shoulder. “Well I think we should go–”

“Go!? You still haven’t told me what it means yet!” Jake got up dramatically, before falling back onto the bed.

“It?” You questioned, turning to the other men for a clue to what Jake was talking about.

The two of them seemed to get awkward at whatever it was.

“What is it?”

Neither looked like they wanted to be the one to answer, exchanging looks between each other. Eventually, Sunghoon opened his mouth, “I think it’s better if Jake explains it to you. Maybe you can give him a definition when he’s in a better state of mind. Plus…” Sunghoon looked around, avoiding your gaze. “It’s more appropriate for us not to talk about it in front of you. I hope you can understand.”

You decided not to fight it. It was too late at night and you still had to deal with Jake. You walked them to the door, “thank you guys for bringing Jake back home. Have a nice night.” The door echoed with a loud thud as you closed and locked it. You could hear Jake stirring upstairs, whining for your attention.

In your room, you were welcomed by a half-dressed Jake on your bed, his shirt tossed aside on the floor.

He giggled when you walked in. “Hey, you!”

Your lips curled in as you held in a laugh. “Yes?”

Jake steadied himself on the bed before slowly stumbling his way to you. “You’re the smartest person I know, y/n.”

“Thank you,” you blushed as you caught him in your arms. The smell of alcohol clung to his clothes and you could tell he’d eaten a bunch of mints before coming home.

“Since you’re so smart, you can tell me what a word means, right?”

You shrugged. “I’m not a dictionary but I can try.”

“What are DSL, Angel? The guys said I have them and I still haven’t figured it out. I’ll go crazy trying to figure it out!”

You tried to think. “Do you mean, DSLR? Like a camera? We have one somewhere.”

He shook his head. “Not a camera, they said I have it naturally. And that you love me because I have it… Do you only love me because of my DSL?”

You kissed his forehead. “Of course not. I don’t think I know what that means…”

Jake whined in protest. Clearly, he wasn’t going to settle down until you told him whatever it meant.

“How about I look it up on my phone? If you go get your pajamas on, then I’ll look it up and tell you.” You guided Jake towards your bathroom, where the closet was, and let him get changed as you searched for a meaning. You scrolled for a while before you hit an Urban Dictionary post about DSL. Your eyes widened at reading the title.

There’s no way that’s what they were talking about, right!?

“Angel? Did you find it yet?” Jake poked his head out from the closet to see you sitting on the bed, with your phone in your hand. “What does it mean?”

“It’s not that important,” you said as put your phone away. Trying to think about what to do with the new information you’d obtained. “So, tell me about guy’s night. Did you have fun?”

Jake let out a dissatisfied grunt before coming out of the closet. He had cozy pajama pants with small dogs on them, but no shirt.

“Oh, Jakie, where’s your shirt?”

Jake sulked his way over to you. “It’s still dirty… I forgot to do the laundry.”

“You don’t wanna wear another shirt?”

“No, I wanna match with yours.” Your pajamas were a different breed of dog than Jake’s. Your pants were shorts, made of soft cotton and a short-sleeved shirt. Jake slid his hands up your thighs, feeling the fabric, and moved up your torso. His hands were warm as they roamed across your skin, sliding under your shirt. He looked at you with puppy eyes, “Maybe, you can take your shirt off too and we can be matching?”

You squirmed under his touch, he tried snaking the shirt over your head.

“Hey! You know I get cold at night,” you pulled your shirt down but didn’t push Jake’s hands out.

Jake squished and pinched at your skin. “I can keep you warm. All night…” His voice was getting deeper, more inviting.

“Jake, no naughty stuff tonight. You’re still drunk.”

Jake puffed his cheeks out. “Please…” The more you looked at him, the harder it was to deny him. Jake could see you hesitating. He knew just how to play you right. He kissed you softly, taking one of your hands and interlocking your fingers with his. While his other hand guided yours downward until you felt his dick in your fingers.

You pulled away from his lips. “Jake!”

Your boyfriend fell to his knees. “I promise, I’ll be good! I’ll make you feel amazing, we can do whatever you want! I need to cum tonight, and I want to do it with you.”

Looking down at him, on the floor, and looking up at you with sweet eyes. You thought back to the word, DSL. You know Jake would never deny you if you asked, and you were never compelled to ask for something like that before. But his stance in between your legs had you throbbing.

You looked down at him, caressing his face. “Anything?”

Jake shook with excitement, leaning into your touch. “Anything!”

“Then could you…” you bit down the lump in your throat. It felt embarrassing to say out loud, but the way Jake’s lips glistened from your chapstick was doing something to you. “Could you, use your mouth on me?”

Jake was still shaking in excitement, but his facial expression was clear. He didn’t get what you were asking.

“Jake, please don’t make me ask twice.” You begged as you moved your hand to the back of his neck and pulled him gently toward your pelvis.

Jake’s face suddenly brightened with understanding. “OH! Yeah, of course! I can do that for you!” He put his hands on your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, laying your legs on his shoulders. “I’m not really used to this, so I might not be very good at it, okay?”

You nodded, one hand covering your mouth with the other one holding you steady so you didn’t fall.

Jake took it slow. Rubbing his face on your crotch softly, feeling your bulge through your clothes. He readjusted himself so he was kneeling fully on the ground in front of you, just like how you would for him usually.

Jake looked up at you, still rubbing against you. “Can I ask why you want to try something new tonight?”

You felt warm in the face from embarrassment but it got even hotter watching him casually touch you. Is this how he sees you when you do it!? “I-I want to tell you something first,” you say as you stop him from moving.

Jake leaned his head onto your thigh, listening intently.

“The word that your friends said… DSL, right?”

He nodded excitedly.

“It means. Dick Sucking Lips.” You muttered, almost embarrassed to even say it out loud.

You watched Jake process the new information. He touched his lips, squeezing them slightly. “Do you agree with them? You think I have those kinds of lips, and that’s why we’re doing this?”

You nodded softly.

Jake’s lips have always been very plump since you’d first met him, and soft every time you kissed him. Never once chapped. You could tell he always took care of his lips, and they had the cutest shade of pinkish-red to them. You’d never thought about how they’d look wrapped around you until tonight, but once it was there it was all you could see.

He giggled. “That’s fine then, I’m happy to make you happy, Angel. So don’t be shy to ask for my mouth every once in a while. You always work so hard with yours for me, it’s only right I return the favor.”

Jake tapped your butt and you instinctively lifted your hips for him to slip your shorts off. You hissed at the cold air that was now surrounding your shaft. It twitched, excited for what was next.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to…” You whispered to Jake as he eyed your dick.

He scoffed. “You do it all the time for me! I think I can handle it.”

Jake’s dick was longer and thicker than yours, but yours wasn’t little either. So you did worry about him at first. But Jake took his time with you…

He started with his hand, slowly pumping and speaking precum. Your head fell back at the sensation, but immediately snapped back when you felt wetness. Jake had spit on your tip, which made his hands slide easier.

“Oh, Jake, you’re not bad at this,” you groaned as your hand met his shoulder.

He lowered his head, and you twitched when you felt his breath against your cock. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until he gently led your dick into his mouth. You let go of your breath in a loud moan as Jake bobbed his head, his hand pumping the part that his mouth couldn’t reach. Jake was much better at this than he’d let on in the beginning, he handled you like a pro.

You felt yourself wanting more as you pulled a little closer, trying to get him to suck on more of you. Jake took a deep breath before going further, not gagging once. Your legs shook at his skills.

“Holy fuck, Jake, you’re doing so good. So, so, good.”

Jake sucked his cheeks in and closed his eyes as he took the rest of you. You reacted stronger than you’d thought and your hips moved on their own, bucking once into Jake’s mouth. You felt your tip hit the back of his throat. Jake gagged around you, and you knew how it felt to be on the receiving end of a surprise thrust. But when you let out a moan, your hand left Jake’s shoulder and tangled itself in his hair, not wanting to let him go.

“Sorry–I’m sorry!” You whined, but you didn’t release him. The way his mouth squeezed was something you’d never felt before, and you understood more why Jake was always so insistent with you about how your mouth was amazing. He tried breathing through his nose, but another brush to the back of the throat earned another gag from Jake. Which makes you finally let him go.

Jake slowly dragged his lips off of you and ended it with a loud and wet pop. Then he took a moment to catch his breath and wipe his eyes.

“You can stop Jake, I’m sorry,” you said as you tried helping wipe his face.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to worry about me! This is about you right now, and me showing off my talents.” Jake’s voice was hoarse and you could see him shudder, reeling from the sensations you’d just put him through. “It felt kinda nice. So, you can go a little harder. Just like I do it, I can handle it!” Jake put your hand on the back of his head and moved closer to you. “Just go crazy, whatever feels right, and I’ll stop you if I can’t do it.” Without another word, Jake took your cock back into his mouth and looked up at you expectantly.

You felt close already and didn’t want to finish too quickly. “What if I’m ready to cum…” You muttered.

Jake didn’t even bother verbally responding, only pushing your hand on his head to start moving him at the pace you wanted. Even tapping on your thigh, like you did to him. He was signaling to you that you could fuck his mouth, the same way you would, and the look in his eyes told you that he wanted you to.

You started slowly, thrusting shallowly and softly into his mouth. Jake must’ve gotten bored because he started moving and meeting your thrusts to push your dick down his throat. Gagging sounds left Jake’s mouth as your thrusts started picking up speed. Anytime you slowed down in concern, he’d pinch you to tell you not to slow down. You saw Jake’s hand was working his cock in his hand, the other ranched for your balls. Your thrusts started losing control until Jake was mostly moving. You were just trying to not cum, but failing miserably.

“Wait! I’m gonna cum, Jake!” You pushed on his head, but he fought against you and pushed himself till his nose poked your stomach, swallowing your entire length. “I’m cumming!” You started chanting over and over as Jake held himself there. Your mouth hung open and your feet slid on the floor as your legs stretched out. Your whole body felt the waves of your orgasm ripping through you as Jake sucked you for all that you were worth. Every single drop down his throat.

Jake swallowed the load with every spurt, with your cock still in his mouth, it shot straight down his throat. When you were finished, Jake slowly pulled your sensitive dick out of his mouth but made sure to suck you a few more times for good measure, earning almost screams of pleasure from you.

“Have fun?” Jake smiled.

You nodded as you fell back onto the bed, out of breath.

“It seems you liked my lips, and you tasted so amazing. Maybe I’ll use my mouth more often.”

You chuckled. “I think I can get used to that.”

Jake climbed onto the bed, kissing you. “Then, expect a wakeup call tomorrow…”

#oracle of dreams #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen x reader #enhypen #jake x reader #sim jaeyun #enhypen jake #enhypen jaeyun

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duckymcdoorknob · 5 months

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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 15: 𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

Closest gif I could get of the two together 😭😭

Happy tkember and almost tkcember, chat!

I am loving one piece so far and I’m gonna make it everyone’s problem.

I’m listening to Ado rn :)

I had to throw in a little bit of ler Zoro bc have you seen him.

—This do have tickles below the cut ngl—

Tags: @chrimsss @trrickytickle @trans-ace-lee @giggly-squiggily @switch-writer

“I’m boooooooooored!” Luffy whined, hanging upside down on the bow of the ship. “Someone come play a game with me.”

“Busy,” the long-nosed pirate murmured, tinkering with some kind of device.

“But Usoooooooopp!” The captain moaned in agony.

How was he supposed to survive in these conditions? God gives his toughest battles to his silliest soldiers…

A glint of joy sparkled in his eye in a moment’s notice. “Hey! Wanna have a tickle fight?!”

The gunner visibly tensed, clamping his arms down to his sides. “No way! I’m- I’m working on something!”

“But you’re so fun to play games with! And I have to know if you’re ticklish!!”

Growing more flustered and frustrated, Usopp barked out an absentminded response. “Come over and make me then!”

“Hehe, okay,” Luffy replied with a Cheshire grin. He stretched his arm out to grab the pole next to his crewmate, letting his body cling to said position.

A small squeak left the gunner as his eyes widened. “Uh… h-hi.”

“Hi!” The stretchy boy cooed, “betcha’ forgot I could do that, huh?”

Usopp did not like the menacing look that was glinting in his captain’s eyes. He shifted apprehensively as he slowly tried to step back. He looked for an exit, eyes darting drastically around the ship. He locked onto Sanji serving some kind of snack to Zoro and Nami, opting to break into a full sprint toward the three.

“SAVE MEEEE! SAAAAAVE MEEEE!!!!!”

Six concerned eyes snapped to the frantic Usopp, who was running from a sadistically smiling Luffy. The three relaxed, realizing that Usopp wasn’t actually in any real danger.

“Well, what did you do to piss him off?” Zoro asked as the curly-haired male jumped onto him. “H-Hey! What are you-“ Instinctively, his arms closed securely around his shipmate.

“Zoroooo, he’s gonna kill me!” Usopp cried, drastically hugging the burly man holding him.

“NUH UH!” The captain called after them, making his way over, “I told you, I just wanted to have a tickle fight!”

“And I said I was- HYEAH!”

The long-nosed pirate was cut off by sudden, repeated pinches to his hips, jumping a bit in the swordsman’s tight hold. “H-Hey- EEP! S-Stahap Zoro!”

“What? I’m not doin’ nothin’… Jeez…”

“B-Buhut you a-ahare!”

“Hey! No fair! I was supposed to tickle him!!” Luffy whined, pouting with his arms crossed.

“Oh yeah? Well-“ Zoro hooked his arms under the gunner’s biceps, causing the latter to kick his feet in defense. “Go for it, Captain.”

That glint of joy and menace found its way back, with Luffy settling in front of his shipmates and reaching up to wiggle his fingers at their gunner.

“Waitwaitwaitwait! Can’t we talk about this?!?! I’m sure we can make some kind of ar-ahahahangemehehent! Nohohoho!”

The captain giggled along with Usopp as he spidered his fingers along the long-nosed pirate’s sides.

“Luhuhuffyhyhy! Zohohohoro! Stahahap!”

“Stop? Already? But this is supposed to be a tickle fight!” Luffy cooed, squishing the soft torso of their gunner.

“Yohohou’rehehe uhuhunfahahair! Luhuhuhuffyhyhy!”

“Unfair?! You can get me back anytime you want; I’ll even tell you that I’m most ticklish on my ribs! Hey… speaking of which…”

Usopp’s eyes shot open as he felt Luffy’s fingers worm up onto his ribcage. He kicked his feet drastically, accidentally slamming his ankle down on his captain’s shoulder. “LUHUHUFFYHYHY! HYEAHAHAHAHA!”

“Yeowch… No need to get so violent with him, Usopp.” Zoro quipped, clamping his own arms to his sides and trapping the latter’s there. He spidered his fingers under both of the gunner’s arms, cracking an evil smile.

“NGHAHAHAHA! GUHUHUHUYS!” The curly-haired pirate squealed as he threw his head back onto Zoro’s shoulder.

“This tickle fight seems pretty one-sided to me,” Nami quipped, casually chewing on a piece of cheese.

“Just glad it isn’t me,” Sanji retorted quickly, shifting a bit.

The two locked eyes… oh shit.

“MEHEHEHRCYHYHY!! I CAHAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT! TOO MUHUHUHUCH!!” Usopp cried, head unmoving from Zoro’s shoulder.

Zoro ceased his attack, freeing the long-nosed pirate’s arms.

“LUHUHUHUFFYHYHY PLEHEHEHEASE! M’GOHOHONNA DIHIHIHIE!”

“Hey, enough kid.” Zoro scooped up the winded Usopp, whisking him away to safety.

“Oh man! I didn’t know that you were so ticklish, Usopp! That was fun!”

“F-for YOU! I thought I was gonna die you motherf-“

Sanji whizzed past the three of them, Nami hot on their heels. “NAMI NO- WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS!”

“You’d think with such long legs that you’d be able to outrun me, Sanji!” The orange-haired girl chimed as she tackled the chef, her fingers finding refuge squeezing at the blonde’s thighs.

“Heh, get his ass Nami!” Zoro called, still absentmindedly cradling Usopp in a safe embrace.

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#t content #augtickletober2023 #one piece #one piece anime #luffy #monkey d luffy #Usopp #one piece usopp #one piece luffy #one piece tickle #lee!usopp #lee!luffy #ler!usopp #ler!luffy #tickletober #I am so late with these

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Coffee Break

I wasn’t joking about getting really into Hi-Fi Rush, especially Chai. <3 I haven’t found any Chai/Reader fics yet, so I wanna thank y’all for joining me as I wander into this brave new frontier! And as I said in my friend’s Hi-Fi Rush stream, “the world gave me two silly failboys with a robot arm at once and im gonna dual wield them like samurai swords”

1,800+ Words

GN! Reader, Barista Reader, puns, pining Chai (I totally see him as the type to be so pathetic with a crush, but as soon as he knows you like him back he goes back to full cockiness)

"Alright, mission report. Just picking up a coffee, no big deal. Order something simple, yet masculine. Something that screams 'confidence.' Make some small talk, throw in a wink, end with something open to meeting again, nothing too final. 'See you next time?' No, no, way too forward. 'Catch ya later?' Ooh, now we're talking. Just the right mix of laid-back and friendly. You got this, big man. You totally got this!"

"Chai, what the hell are you doing?"

If Chai let out a very uncool yelp at Peppermint getting the jump on him like that, at least she had the decency to do it before he was within earshot of you. He wheeled around, stumbling into her and shoving her back around the building corner he was peeking around as he watched you work.

"Peppermint! Heyyy… What are, uh, what are you doin' here?"

She cocked a single, dark eyebrow in his direction. "Uhh, getting a coffee? That's what the cafe is for, isn't it?"

"Pshh, yeah, totally. Totally… Coffee."

Truth be told Chai wasn't even that big of a coffee fan. If you slapped a hot coffee and a tall can of a chilled energy drink on the table in front of him he'd definitely choose the sugary-sweet brainrush over the bitter bean water. But he wasn't lurking awkwardly around the courtyard outside the Vandelay campus cafe for coffee. He was doing it for you.

Roxanne Vandelay had always enjoyed the comfort and connections of human staff, something Kale was quick to phase out in his hostile takeover. When she stepped back into the director’s seat one of her first orders involved repopulating the island with human and robot staff alike, making sure even the smallest and most insignificant stations on Vandelay Island had everyone and everything they needed to run smoothly. Apparently, the on-campus cafe was included among those stations. Once the program that nuked the coffee machines to only run decaf was cracked the cafe once again became a hotspot for curious droids and exhausted techies chasing their much-needed fix. Chai, on the other hand, really had no need to stop by other than for an occasional morning donut. Which is when he first saw you.

He was just leaving the cafe when you all but ran into him, hair a mess and an apron slung over your arm. When he nearly fumbled his donut you reached out and snatched the tissue-wrapped treat from its inevitable demise, shoving it back into his hand.

“Ah! I’m so sorry! Please have a good day!” You gave him a smile and a slight bow before dipping under his arm and into the breezeway, leaving him reeling in your wake. He felt… electrified. His fingertips where they brushed yours and the shoulder that you bumped as you scooted past tingled like he’d just touched a live wire, just struck a perfect chord. He couldn’t even string a sentence together before you were out of earshot, and you left him stumbling blearily back to Peppermint’s new office with what was certainly a wonderstruck grin upon his face.

That was the first and only time Chai ever ran into you. Every time he tried to approach the cafe from that point on he locked up like he was at his middle school talent show, sweaty, hands trembling. It drove him crazy; he could batter giant murder robots with nothing but a piecemeal guitar and a rhythm in his chest, but he couldn’t even bring himself to talk to one barista?

But today was the day. Or, it would have been the day, if Peppermint hadn’t thrown him off of his rhythm like that.

“Then why are you hanging around the corner like a freak?” She countered.

“No reason! Just… enjoying the weather! You know how it is; I’m a free spirit, Peppermint! Gotta go where the wind takes me.”

“Riiiiight. Well, not all of us can be free spirits, Chai. Some of us need to get back to work. So if you’d excuse me…”

“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait hold on a moment! Not yet!” Chai scrambled to grab Peppermint but she was already stepping around the corner, only to get the perfect view of you as you played rock-paper-scissors with the other droid behind the counter, (probably to figure out who got to go on break first.) She looked at you, then back at Chai, then back at you, then Chai again, her confused expression twisting into a mirthful smirk with each back and forth glance.

“Ohh, so that’s how it is. I get it. Never really took you for the ‘secret admirer’ type, Chai.” She gave him the smuggest grin, one extremely reminiscent of the one he gave her when he first learned about Peppermint’s little thing for Korsica.

“This isn’t how anything is, so don’t try getting all smug with me!” He waggled an accusatory finger at her from behind the corner, pink starting to creep across his cheeks. “And it’s not a ‘secret admirer thing.’ I’m just, y’know, picking my moment! Biding my time. Like a tiger.”

“Do you want to eat them or date them?...Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t wanna gag.”

“I wasn’t even gonna say anything!”

“You didn’t have to, I could see it on your face. Now c’mon, rockstar.” With a determined expression and a fistful of Chai’s signature scarf, Peppermint began hauling him towards the doors of the cafe. “It’s your lucky day, you got your own personal wingwoman to keep you from making a fool of yourself.”

“Whoa, whoa, hold on a minute! C’mon, you don’t-Peppermint!”

Before he could even protest, much less fight back, she had already dragged him around the corner and through the glass doorway and to the counter of the cafe. Only then did she relinquish his scarf, whispering over her shoulder just loud enough for only Chai to hear.

“By the way, if you run away now I’m never gonna let you live it down.”

Shit.

You hadn’t been looking at the door when Peppermint dragged him in by the scruff, thank god, but you were certainly looking now. As you glanced up to the counter and caught her gaze your bored expression morphed into a friendly, familiar smile. “Hey Peppermint! Same as usual?”

“You got it. And something for wonderboy back here, on me.” She snuck a hand behind Chai and shoved him towards the counter, nearly making him fall flat on his face. As soon as your eyes met his Chai could feel his brain fire into panic mode, opening his mouth but no sound able to come out. He snapped it shut again, hoping he wasn’t as visibly red as he felt.

You blinked once, twice, before your eyes widened and flooded with recognition. “Oh my god, donut boy!”

“Uhh… what?” Peppermint asked. Only then did you seem to realize you’d actually said that aloud, hands flying to clap over your mouth as your expression twisted in horror.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry. That’s just what I call you. I mean, to my coworkers.” You rambled between your fingers, no longer able to meet Chai’s gaze in your embarrassment. “I almost ran you over that one time and I haven’t seen you here since, so I was really worried I freaked you out or something. I’m really sorry! I was in a hurry, and I didn’t even really apologize or anything, I just... What do you want to drink? It’s on me. Really.”

Chai swallowed hard, opened his mouth, and spit out the first four words that came to mind.

“What do you like?”

You looked relieved, anxiety practically melting from your stance as you smiled at him in a way that made him feel like his legs were made of jelly. “I’ve got a few favorites! What’s your name? I’ll call when it’s done.”

“It’s-It’s, uh… Chai. It’s Chai.”

“Alright! Gimme just a few minutes, okay, I’ll get everything ready for you.”

“Cool.”

As he and Peppermint stepped off to the side of the counter, she leaned over and murmured to him.

“Coulda been worse. And your voice didn’t crack or anything. Good job rockstar.”

“I think my heart is gonna explode.” He hissed back.

“This is scarier than almost getting mauled to death by a robot werewolf?”

“Way scarier.”

Peppermint hummed, a small smile on her face. “They remembered you, though.”

You remembered him. Not only did you remember him, you wanted him to come back so you could apologize, then felt bad when you couldn’t.

“God, get that look off your face. I can practically hear the wedding bells in your head.” Peppermint elbowed him hard in the upper side, blowing away his fantasies of brushing fingertips and cupping warm drinks like dust onto the wind.

“Killjoy. I thought you were supposed to be helping me?”

“I did, and look how easy it was! You owe me big time.”

“For shoving me into a counter?”

“Drinks for Peppermint and Chai!” You interrupted their bickering with a wave and a smile, beckoning them over to the counter. “Tall Café Americano for Peppermint, and for Chai…” You pressed a tall, frothy drink dusted with cinnamon into his hand with a shy grin. “Chai Spiced Latte. Hope you like it.”

Chai couldn’t decide if he wanted to climb over the counter and propose to you there, or just keel over and instantly perish on the cafe’s stained carpet, so instead he nodded and gave you a strained “Thanks!”

“Oh! I threw in something extra too, on the house. You like donuts, so I hope you’ve got a sweet tooth.” Into his other hand you placed a little brown paper bag, the kind used for to-go treats like scones and muffins.

“Oh yeah he does. We’ll see you around, alright?” Peppermint gave you a nod and jerked a free thumb in Chai’s direction. “I’ll drag this one along next time too.”

“Looking forward to it.” You smiled, leaning over the counter to rest your chin on your hands. Peppermint almost groaned, but was able to keep the vaguely disgusted noise inside. Great, now she had two pining idiots to look after. Birds of a feather, she supposed. “I’ll see you guys around, then.”

“Yeah…” Chai drawled in a dreamy tone. “I mean, yeah! Catch ya later… alligator…?” Both he and Peppermint visibly winced but you just giggled, and if Chai could get the sound of it tattooed into his eardrums he absolutely would.

“In a while… Crocodile.~”

“...You two are disgusting.” Peppermint groaned as soon as the cafe door swung shut behind her. “Aren’t you glad you had me around to get your ass moving?... Chai? Hellooooo? Earth to Chai?”

But Chai was far beyond the call of Earth. Inside the little bag you’d handed him was a single cake pop, frosted red and decorated with a little black music note. Scrawled across the napkin tucked around it was a name and a phone number, along with a little doodle of a kitty face tucked into the corner. No, Chai was most certainly in heaven.

“We’re gonna have a spring wedding.” He sighed. “Do you think they like rock music?”

Peppermint groaned, taking a long, slow swig of her coffee. “What have I gotten myself into…?”

#hi fi rush #chai #chai hi fi rush #chai x reader #chai hfr #hi fi rush x reader #my writing #short fic #pink chat

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