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#and somebody i fucked once by zolita
eye-of-the-purricane · 6 months
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Zolita - Somebody I F*cked Once
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whippysan · 1 year
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here's my confession 💗🖤
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leverage-ot3 · 1 year
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Who did you see in concert?? But also aw man that sucks so bad, I hope you’re ok and that the repairs don’t completely destroy your finances 💖
I saw zolita, wlw music queen
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marie-sworld · 2 years
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The Somebody I F*cked Once trilogy made by Zolita, especially the song I F*cking Love You, is my wlw Heartstopper
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mar-ercito · 2 years
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sapphicsicon · 2 years
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like or reblog
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archivodemargenes · 11 months
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?dudas
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mekorios · 1 year
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Sometimes you just need to drive to work with Somebody I Fucked Once blasting. I don't make the rules.
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allthefakepeople · 1 month
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a song that makes me think of wilmon
I think I'm gonna crash my car 'Cause I can't keep my eyes on anything but you
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Run away with no regard for the rest of the world 'Cause the rest of the world isn't you Everything at once wouldn't be too soon
Putting all my eggs in one basket It's so dramatic And probably problematic
I wanna fuck off every one of my plans
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Fall out with every one of my friends Burn all of my bridges
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I'd kill my career long as you're right here I
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Wanna sneak out of every party
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Stop trying to be somebody
Would you come be my downfall?
One look at you and I'd lose it all
I wouldn't mind Wouldn't mind if you ruin my life Wouldn't mind if you ruin my life (Ruin my life, ruin my life)
I think I'm gonna break my phone and Let everyone else I know forget me You're the only one who gets me
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Like when we jumped into the ocean It was so cold, I was holding my breath
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Under shades of blue Right there, that was the moment I knew
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Baby, I know if I died tomorrow You'd be the last thing I think about When I go out
I wouldn't mind Wouldn't mind if you ruin my life Wouldn't mind if you ruin my life (Ruin my life, ruin my life)
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lightyaoigami · 1 year
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adieu, adieu // a playlist for when you have to give up your memories, but you don't want to, because you're in love with your best frenemy. can be paired with kompromat but the accompanying fic is forthcoming. header image by my lovely friend @quicktimeeventfull. listen on spotify.
summer 2019 // caroline culver // but you know me, you know me so well, at least that's what i've been telling myself
moves // suki waterhouse // die a double death for you, death for your secrets, i'll find another way for you, wait 'til you see it
somebody i fucked once // zolita // you might be someone i could love, or you're just somebody i fucked once
it's alright // mother mother // i don't wanna know who i am, cause heaven only knows what i'd find
more than a friend // girli // when you bite your lip, look at me like that, i wanna be more than a friend, more than a friend
cigarettes & feelings // the haunt // guess we'll see how it ends, you're the bullet going straight through my head
dead ringer // yoke lore // try to find change but i run like a river, never knew love but you're a dead ringer
who are you, really? // mikky ekko // 'cause i have nothing left to lose, see me bare my teeth for you
runrunrun // dutch melrose // losing my head, say you'll love me to death, 'cause i will
the kids aren't alright // fall out boy // and in the end, i'd do it all again, i think you're my best friend
mouth of the devil // mother mother // we would steal each other's grief, we were thin but we were thick as thieves
haze // amber run // there's a crushing silence where love's a disease, like a fever it grips me, like a lover it holds
wish on an eyelash // mallrat // planets orbit around you, i was lost 'til i found you, i think angels surround you
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mediocre-writerr · 2 years
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Congrats on 1.5k!! For the mediocre party can I request “If it were up to me, I’d be calling you mine already.” (Somebody I Fucked Once - Zolita) for Wanda Maximoff
mine already [wanda maximoff]
wanda maximoff x fem!reader
summary: you and wanda always had an atypical relationship to say the least. there’s always been a spark there, everyone can see it, so why aren’t you guys official yet?
warnings (18+): smut, fingering (r giving), bottom!wanda, drinking, cursing, college au 
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A phone buzzing caused Wanda’s head to snap up from her textbook. The usually bustling library was quiet, which made sense considering it was a Friday night. 
Her eyes adjusted to the small letters that illuminated through the screen a text from you caused a shy smile to form on her face: You know that it’s a Friday night, right? It’s time to relax and party, not a time to be studying in the library.
The brunette playfully rolled her eyes as she shot back a response: You’ve been asking about me?
Maybe? She waited a little longer as the three dots were still lingering on her screen. Fuck it, yes, yes I have. I’ve been thinking about you a lot...missing you.
Wanda’s heart skipped a beat at the simple words, her thumbs grazing over the letters trying to form some sort of response, but before she can even respond you send a follow up text: Come to my dorm? Pietro’s out at a party, said he won’t come back until tomorrow morning. 
It was embarrassing how such simple words and sentences made Wanda feel like a fifteen year old school girl with flushed cheeks and rapid heartbeats. 
On my way. 
Wanda felt excitement course through her body as she gently knocked on your door. You swung the door open, quickly wrapping your arms around her waist, as you pressed your body against hers. Her back pressed to the door.
A small gasp left her lips at the sudden contact, “Well, hello to you too,” she said.
“Hi,” you greeted, softly.
Your mouth finding hers as you felt the warm pressure against your lips. You smirk at the moan that rushes through Wanda, and your smirk may as well turned into a smile as she parted her lips, wanting more.
Your tongue slides against her as her hands cup your face. The kiss grows deeper as your hands tangle into her hair, pulling her closer, feeling the kiss through your entire body.
A symphony of moans and breathless gasps echoed in your empty dorm. The two of your bodies desperately craving more than what you were getting. Your hand slowly reaches down and grab her legs, gently lifting her up as she hooked them around your waist. 
Softly, you lay her onto your bed, dragging your hand down her body and straight to her hips. You rubbed circled along her cloth covered hip, as your tongues continued to dance to the beat of their own drum. 
You broke the kiss for a split second, looking in her deep green eyes, “Can I?” you asked, as your fingers played with the hem of her shorts. 
Wanda’s heart skipped at your sincerity, even though this wasn’t the first time this has happened, the fact that you still ask made her like you more. The look that you were giving her, she swore that with just that one look she was already falling hard, “Of course,” 
Slipping off her shorts, you don’t even hesitate. You and Wanda have hooked up a few times before, so you knew her body, like you knew the back of your hand. Your finger slides into her dripping wet heat in one swift thrust and she gasps into your mouth. 
You move your lips onto her neck, nipping slightly along her neck and collarbone. Your fingers still moving rhythmically inside her, pushing harder and deeper without Wanda even having to ask. You take so much pride in knowing how to fuck her in just the right way. 
The brunette’s fingernails dig into your back, luckily your shirt preventing any lasting marks from appearing. She grows more and more dizzy as time goes on, the only thing she can feel are your hot, lingering touches as they made her feel like she was on cloud nine. 
“Y/N,” she whispered. 
“Yes baby?” you ask her softly, throwing another finger into her. 
A loud groan fell from her lips, as you managed to hit right where you knew she loved it, over and over again, “Oh, God,” she managed to get out, “I uh, I’m-”
“Shh...I know,” you told her, tucking a piece of her sweaty hair behind her ear, “Cum for me, darling,” 
The mixture of the simple pet name and the way your fingers moved against her caused her walls to clench. She bit down on your shoulder to muffle every sound that came after. You stay still for a little, letting her ride out her high before pulling out of her gently, a small whimper coming out of her lips from the loss of contact.
You flopped down next to her, propping your head up on your pillow to get a better look at her. Her eyes were still closed as her chest heaved up and down. God, she was beautiful. 
“You okay? Do you need anything?” you asked her. 
She shook her head, “No, just you,” 
Wanda pulled you down next to her and curled on top of you. Her head resting on your chest, as your fingers tangled into her hair. The brunette let out a soft sigh, exhaustion quickly taking over her body.
“Y/N?” she asked and you hummed in response, letting your own eyes flutter close, “I think you are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” 
You froze for a moment. Your whole body growing stiff at her words, luckily, not even a minute later soft snores came from her sleeping figure. 
This was never supposed to be anything more than a hookup. 
It all started a few months ago, you and her were both stressed out about some biology exam, when all the stress just came pouring out during a heated makeout session which turned into something more quickly. 
You thought it was a one time thing, until it wasn’t.
It’s not that you didn’t like Wanda. Hell, you thought about her more than you’d like to admit. She invaded your thoughts all the damn time: during class, at parties, when you’re walking down the street and see something that you know she’ll love. 
It was terrifying. 
Not for your sake, but for hers.
All you did was screw around and have fun. You never had someone who consumed every piece of you. At the end of the day, all you’d do is hurt her, and if you hurt her while falling in love with her, then it would break you too.
So you swore to yourself from that day on, keep your distance from Wanda Maximoff.
It’s for her own good. 
“Hey Y/N,” Wanda greeted you warmly. You sent her a tight lipped smile, looking back at your laptop in front of you. This was the first time you’ve seen her all week, as you tried desperately to just avoid her, “I was thinking, maybe you can come to my dorm tonight? We can order takeout and watch some movies, we can have an actual date,” you froze in your seat, “Natasha is going to visit her sister for the weekend, so I have to dorm to myself,” 
“I can’t,” you responded.
Your eyes never leaving the screen and maybe that was a good thing because then you’d miss the hurt that flashed in Wanda’s eyes, “Oh...why not?”
“Just busy,” you shrugged. 
“With?” she pushed on.
“Jesus, Wanda, it’s none of your business!” you snapped, instantly regretting it as you saw the look in her eyes, but you quickly shoved that feeling down. It’s for her own good, you reminded yourself, “I’m not your girlfriend! I didn’t think I’d have to tell you why I can or can’t do things because we’re nothing more than just fuck buddies! So, stop acting like you’re my girlfriend because you’re not. All we are is fuck buddies!” 
The Sokovian was taken aback at your sudden outburst before her features started to harden, “Yeah, you’re right. You’re not my girlfriend, I wouldn’t want to be with someone who’s such an asshole. As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t want to be just fuck buddies with someone who’s this much of an asshole either,” she fired back, before storming out of the library. 
You let out a groan as you placed your head in your hands, “Fuck,”
It’s only been four hours and you were already missing Wanda. It wasn’t just about the sex, even though that was always amazing. You could care less about that. You just missed her presence. 
You missed the way that the two of you would sit together in the library, neither of you talking, just sitting in each other’s presence. You missed the way that she would text you randomly throughout the day about the most random things. Or the way that she would hunt you down and bring you food or coffee because you simply just mentioned it. 
But what’s done is done. 
A piece of bread flew at your face as you entered your dorm, “What was that for?” you asked your best friend incredulously. 
“No! What the fuck is your problem?” Pietro scolded you, throwing another piece of bread at you, “What’d you do to my sister? She came to me crying about you! So, what’d you do?!”
“Nothing,” you mumbled, throwing your backpack onto your desk chair.
“It didn’t seem like nothing, when she was literally sobbing in my arms!” your heart ached at his words. 
You really hurt her. The one thing that you didn’t want to do, you did. You let out a sigh, putting your head in your hands. Pietro noticed your own hurt that you’ve been trying to hide from not just Wanda, but from yourself.
“Look, I know you two were-you know,” he started.
“Hooking up?” 
“Yeah, thank you for saying it. I really didn’t want to,” he said, causing your lips to quirk up, “But I also know that even though you never made it official, she never wanted to be with anyone else, but you. For the first time in my entire life of knowing you, that was the first time I saw you fall in love. I just want to know what happened? Why’d you turn on her so fast?” 
You shrugged, “All I’d do is hurt her. If I let it go on, if I let her fall in love with me and I hurt her...I would never forgive myself,” 
“Y/N, she was already in love with you,” he told you, “You need to give yourself more credit. I would’ve stopped the two of you hooking up as soon as I found out, if I didn’t think you were good enough for my sister. I want you to go back and apologize to my sister, fix things with her, but that can’t happen until you realize that you’re enough for her,” 
Pietro’s words stuck with you for awhile. A month went on without you talking to Wanda. It’s not that you didn’t want to, you did, every single day your fingers hovered over her contact. But Pietro was right, if you were going to be what she deserved, you needed to figure yourself out first. 
But as you stood in the corner of a party that Pietro threw, watching Wanda dance with this pretentious, arrogant dude, whose nickname was Vision. You thought that maybe you were just too late. 
Your jaw clenched, as you watched the way he gripped her hips, swaying them from side to side. You let the alcohol slide down your throat as your eyes stayed lock on the two of them. Wanda flipped around in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his face closer to hers.
With one swift motion, you downed the rest of your drink before storming off to grab another. As you were pouring your drink, you noticed someone’s presence arrive a little after. Quickly glancing over, you recognized that brunette hair anywhere.
“You brought a date,” you stated, sounding harsher then intended, “How come I didn’t know about it? 
“I didn’t think it was any of your business, Y/N. Remember, we were just fuck buddies,” she fired back.
A scoff escaped your lips, “You also said you wouldn’t date assholes, but this guy looks like a douche. I mean what kind of nickname is Vision, but more importantly what kind of name is Jarvis? It’s like you wanted to date a pretentious douchebag who thinks they’re better than everyone,” 
“My relationship has nothing to do with you!” 
“Oh so it is a relationship? Thank you for clarifying that for me,” you said, sarcasm dripping off your tongue. You didn’t want to argue with her, but jealousy was a terrible thing. Wanda looked like she was about to explode, so you let out a humorless laugh, “I feel like you have a lot to say to me,” 
“Are you sure you want to hear it? It might make you feel emotions and feelings and I wouldn’t want to put you through that,” she pouted, but you just nodded, trying to calm down.
“I don’t know what you want! You have no right to come here and get jealous over Vision because you’re the one who ended us! You are the one who broke us before we could even have our own chance!” she yelled, “But now, now you’re acting like you care and you don’t get to do that after acting like we were nothing because you and I both know damn well that this was more than just sex!” 
You watched as tears threatened to fall from her eyes, “Can I talk?” you asked softly and she just nodded, like if she said another word she’d just break, “I was trying to save you from the heartbreak,” 
She scoffed, “Like that ended so well,” 
“I don’t know how to do this, Wanda. All I’ve ever known is just having fun. I never had someone who just came in and stole my heart. Someone who left an imprint on my soul and mind and never let go. I knew that eventually I would screw it up and I didn’t want to screw it up. So, I did it for your own good,” you tried to explain.
“That’s not your decision to make! If it were up to me I’d be calling you mine already!” she argued. 
You stepped closer to her, “Then do it, call me yours, and I promise you I will be yours,”
Wanda’s breath caught in her throat, your goddamn words get her every time. You brushed her hair away, cupping her cheek softly, as you rubbed your thumb against her cheekbone. The familiar feeling of her skin on yours causing your whole body to ignite. 
Your lips reached hers, you thought that she’d push you away and run back to Vision, but she melted into the kiss. Her mouth letting out a sigh as you kissed her softly. 
Pulling away, you pressed your forehead against hers, rubbing your noses gently, “I thought I was doing it for your own good, but maybe it was for mine because I was already yours...I was yours from the very beginning and no matter what you do to me, I will always be yours,” 
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calsvoid · 6 months
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seblaine songs according to me
disclaimer: not all of these exactly fit the nature of their relationship nor canon, but i listened to them while thinking about seblaine and now i associate these songs with them
Talk Too Much by COIN
Teenager In Love by Neon Trees
Counting Stars by OneRepublic
bad idea right? by Olivia Rodrigo
Renegade by Big Red Machine ft. Taylor Swift
Wet by Dazey and the Scouts
Reflections by The Neighborhood
touch tank by quinnie
Boy Toy by Ricky Montgomery
Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) by Glee Cast
21 by Gracie Abrams
Bathroom Bitch by HOLYCHILD
Didn’t Even Date by Anna Vaus
Distance by Christina Perri ft. Jason Mraz
Somebody I Fucked Once by ZOLITA
I Think I Like You by The Band Camino
Hold Me Closer by Cornelia Jakobs
get him back! by Olivia Rodrigo
Maybe It’s Me by Gilanares
Stairwell Song by Bright Eyes
Perfect by One Direction
cold weather by Glass Beach
I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You by Black Kids
My Teenage Dream by _hazel
and now for a special taylor swift section because she’s my favorite artist and seblaine is my favorite ship, therefore there are an excessive amount of her songs i’ve connected them to:
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Foolish One
Gorgeous
high infidelity
Treacherous
Back to December
Dress
Red
Daylight
the 1
Paper Rings
cardigan
Long Live
Midnight Rain
All Too Well
You Belong With Me
Getaway Car
Call It What You Want
Sparks Fly
august
Begin Again
I Think He Knows
Hey Stephen
The Very First Night
Teardrops on My Guitar
The Story of Us
Cornelia Street
Everything Has Changed
gold rush
Enchanted
State of Grace
Delicate
Speak Now
Afterglow
Message in a Bottle
Holy Ground
Cruel Summer
illicit affairs
The Great War
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smallboyonherbike · 7 months
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Hello! What songs are you listening to/obsessed with these day? I'm looking for songs for my running playlist ^_^
OOOOH you might regret asking w how many songs i'm about to list lol but i pulled a selection mostly 2023 from my daily playlist, which is generally all upbeat anyways so hopefully good for running (tho i have not run in years so ymmv lol)
i will not be offended if you don't end up liking any, but if you do i love being a human music algorithm always. or also if you like a song you can look at the full album. or if you (or anyone reading) use apple music, i can send you my playlist links but i realize most ppl are on spotify. oh ALSO these are mostly straight ahead pop but i also get into a lot of dance/EDM i can rec separate
-read your diary - måneskin (been a bit obsessed since their eurovision and this one's a fave from their new album)
-maybe you're the problem - ava max (one of my common musical loves is "the next album for one hit wonder artists who many ppl thought quit music years ago" - she did sweet but psycho but i REALLY love her latest album, v cohesive dance pop)
-somebody i fucked once - zolita (listened to her bc i heard she was friends w gay youtubers and then was like how did i miss this lesbian pop girl where have i been)
-flowers - joan (i think they're an algorithm find, i know nothing about them but love the music)
-can't tame her - zara larsson (another swedish "one hit wonder" who is killing it, i got DEEPLY obsessed w her album poster girl and this is her new single)
-sick to my stomach - rebecca black (the ultimate one hit wonder lol except as an adult she is making fantastic hyperpop)
-running out of time - paramore (i figure everyone has heard the new paramore but also i live in a bubble where my faves are the most famous in the world idk anyways love it)
-tu t'en iras - la zarra (older song but she did eurovision this year for france)
-one that got away - MUNA (i will devour anything MUNA does but really enjoy this single)
-take me away - meet me @ the altar (this is a cover of the lindsay lohan band song in freaky friday and it still slaps!! also love this band as modern black girl pop punk)
-over - CHVRCHES (i just really like CHVRCHES always)
-easy - misterwives (ditto, 2020 album possibly changed my life)
-body do - chloë (everyone is calling her a flop and it makes me SAD bc i enjoy her solo music!!! tho to be fair it doesn't quite live up to chloe x halle as a whole album)
-heart wants what it wants - bebe rexha (i liked her new album way more than i expected to)
-feed the beast - kim petras (i like the whole album so hard to pick but it's a good one)
-missin u - tori kelly (she's going an r&b / y2k direction whereas she was more singer songwriter / belting type before and it's v fun!!)
-c'est la vie - MIKA (just released, i got re-obsessed w MIKA after he hosted eurovision in 2022 and new french MIKA is exactly what i needed)
OKAY enough for now lol
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laurabenanti · 9 months
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tagged by @theresebelivet ❤︎
ten songs i’ve had on repeat lately 
hotel andrea, blackbear
dangerous (feat. blackbear), deathbyromy
somebody i fucked once, zolita
loving you, cannons
dance the night, dua lipa
lilith, halsey & suga
unholy, sam smith & kim petras
taste, ari abdul
pray, xana
midnight sky, miley cyrus
tagging: @singinprincess @connie-rubirosa @sculien @lordjohnwgrey @detkatebenson @fourteenthofaugust @maximilff @safins & anyone else who wants~
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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years
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Foxy Coltrane x Reader || Oneshot
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Plot: Inspired by the song ‘Somebody I Fucked Once’ (By Zolita). Basically you and Foxy fucked once. He’s really fond of you, you’re kinda shaky about him, and oh his siblings are there too. This is just me giving Foxy a try at writing for.
Warnings: This turned out a lot cuddlier than I intended, but there is much swearing- and Otis threatens to make you into a Futon once.
You thought it was odd when there was a knock at your door, at… 1 in the morning. But you got your shotgun and snuck up the door, anyway; Peering out the peep hole carefully to see who it could possibly be this early in the morning… before rolling our eyes deeply upwards and stepping back, setting your shotgun in the umbrella stand - still very much within reach, - and opening the door with a frown.
“Well, hell-o there, Y/N. Sorry… did we wake you??” What an asshole, you think as your Worst Mistake Ever, Winslow Foxworth Coltrane greets you from the porch- his own shotgun lean carelessly on his shoulder. Behind him is two others, a scrawny-santa-looking man you know to be Otis B Driftwood - though, he used to be even smaller. Prison must have fed him well over the years, - and a beautiful woman called Baby Firefly running her hands through the multicoloured metal tubes you have hanging off the roof- the melodic sound they make ringing across the dark, baron street. Her hair looks even better then the one other time you met these two, as well, and you chalk that up to prison shampoo and probably vegetable intake, too.
Because sighing would mean weakness, and weakness is not a thing to show in front of this family, you instead offer this man nothing but a hard glare. “What are you doing here, Fox?”
“Mmm… “He moans instead of answering you properly, sniffing the air before a broad grin slowly slips across his face. “You cookin’?”
“Roast.” You respond, huffing. Look, you had a midnight craving and a chicken in the fridge, and you’re an goddamn adult who knows how to cook- so what in the hell was stopping you from preparing a roast in the middle of the night?? Nothing.
You kinda wish you had just gone back to bed now, though. Then there would have been at least 50 percent chance that you didn’t hear him when he knocked on your door this night, and at least a 12 percent chance that he would have just left and taken his crazy siblings with him.
But you didn’t. You got out the chicken and the herbs and preheated the oven and now the door is wide open and he knows you’re here and there’s no going back.
“Glad to hear we didn’t wake ya.” Like his grins, his drawl is slow and deliberate, and you blame that on the Huge Mistake you made, too. Stupid old man being unnecessarily sexy. Fuck him.
Except- no- that’s how all this bullshit started; The Ginormous Mistake, in fact.
Fox turns his head to address Otis, who is staring directly into your soul, and Baby who is humming and making you equally as uncomfortable. “Guys she is a fantastic cook… Looks like we came at just the right time.”
What- “No, you didn’t. Its all for me.”
“You’re gonna eat a whole fucken roast?” Otis speaks up, trigger finger itching in the pocket of his coveralls. You can tell because he lifts the handle as far against the jeans material as he can and then taps it back against his thigh a couple of times. Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms and set him very a stern look. You won’t be intimidated by a fucken necrophiliac. Ridiculous.
“Yes.”
“Mmmm!” Baby distracts you from Otis quickly, as she takes a deep breath in through her nose and sighs. “That does smell good! Agh… tummy so growly.” She hugs her tummy and pouts, and you roll your eyes again.
“There’s a 7-11 down the road you can knock-off,” You inform her, a deadpanned tone in your voice.
“Oh, come on!!”
“Now if you’ll excuse me- “You try your luck and start closing the door, but unfortunately the late hour has not affected Fox’s agility and a foot wedges itself in the way before you can click and lock it shut. Damn.
He steps in closer to you, the cap on his head damn near whacking you in the forehead. “Now, now Y/N… we’ve got history.” Yes, you do. You acknowledge that. But since that history is exactly what you’re trying to avoid repeating, bringing that up is certainly not going to help his case. Does he care? No- “Why dontcha let us in?”
“Because I don’t like the idea of 3 fugitives from the law, hangin’ out in my kitchen!” You insist, putting your foot down and attempting to stare him down too- to no avail, though, as he smirks in your face.  
Fox is about to say something else to you, when a hand comes out of nowhere and actually shoves him out of the way so Otis can get in your face. Well, at least he’s brushed his teeth with something other than bourbon in the last week, you think as the sent of stale toothpaste wafts unpleasantly up your nose. Baby giggles behind him, though you can’t see her. “Hey!- “
“Shut up.” Otis doesn’t even spare his irritated brother a glance, attention on you. You don’t stand down even an inch, though. “Look bitch, let us in now, or I’ll make you into a fucken futon.”
Now, you sigh Because the idea is deeply unpleasant and ruins your mood even worse than it already was- but also drag out the shotgun you has in the umbrella stand and abruptly hold it up to the man’s throat before he can even take the gun he has, out of his pocket. Then flash a forced smile and he huffs. “Sorry, what was that, Otis??”
“Fuck… “
“Back up, asshole.”
He does as told, miraculously - something to do, probably, with the likelihood of having his skull shot to pieces if he indeed stayed where he was, - and crosses his arms beside his still-putting sister. You suddenly get a really good mental image of what they must have been like as children, and almost smile. “Yeah, yeah… fucken bitch… “
“Come on Y/N… we just need a place to stay for a few hours. A place to sleep other then the van… and maybe a plate or two of your cookin’,” Fox gives a roguish grin, almost charming, as if lightening the air as he takes his place in front of you again. “Promise I’ll be on my best behaviour… and I’ll look out for these two assholes, too.”
Despite your better judgement, his attempt at being polite are wearing you down. Still, stink-face on, you adjust your grip on your shot gun and raise a brow, expectantly. “What does you best behaviour look like?”
Grin broadening once again, because the smug bastard knows he’s winning finally and you’re breaking, he straightens and up and squares his shoulders. “Why don’t you let us in and see, huh?”
Taking in a deep breath, you sigh it out and pull your shot gun away from him. “Don’t go anywhere near my room, any of you.”
“Scouts honour.”
“If you were ever actually a scout I’ll give you a thousand bucks.”
~
After dinner, or breakfast, or whatever the hell that meal was - at which these 3 literally cleaned you out. Not just the roast was eaten, but all the shit in your cupboards, too. Baby’s currently dragging a carrot through a rapidly emptying jar of peanut butter, -, you retire to the living room away from them and unpause the movie you were watching. As you’re getting comfortable, or as comfortable as you will allow yourself to be with 3 homicidal maniacs in your kitchen, Fox strolls in and plops down next to you.
You wedge a pillow between the two of you.
“Hey, what’re you watchin’? Looks good.”
“Just some black-and-white.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you turn your head to look at him. “You done cleaning me out, then??”
“Hey, I wanted to leave you the granola but Otis’ a bit stung from how you did him earlier with the shotgun.” He chuckles, the memory funny to him as he shakes his head at it.
“So, he’s in there eating my granola?”
“Dry.”
At that, you finally give in. You smile, snorting and turning back to the TV. The thought of that groan man choking down a box of dry, 5 month old granola in there is honestly hilarious.
“So she does have the ability to fucken smile.” Fox immediately comments, making you want to clam up all over again. But you don’t, you just force yourself to shake you head at it and point at the TV.
“Watch the movie.”
“… Yes Ma’am… “
~
With a groan, you push off the couch and roll your shoulders back once the movie is over, before grabbing your pillow off the couch and turning pointing sternly over it at Foxy. “Welp, I’m going to bed. Don’t break anything.”
The other two are still in the kitchen, but you can hear Otis snoring from here so you know that at least he’s asleep- if Baby’s still awake then that’s okay. As long as she doesn’t kill anyone in here, you think the house will survive. Fox was dozing beside you while the movie played but was awake enough to commentate on it every now and then in an even slower, sleep-crowded voice, but now has his eyes open, watching you. “No kiss goodnight then baby?”
“Not in your dreams, Winslow.” You laugh, rolling your eyes at him as you step over his long-ass legs to get by. As you’re turning to get around the couch and towards the hall that leads to your bedroom again, though, he grabs your arm and with a sudden tug- you’re back on the couch stuck in the crevice between the arm, and him. “Fox!”
“Shh, people are fucken sleeping. Otis is sleeping, actually. And trust me when I tell ya you do not wanna wake him up. He’s a real dick in the morning.”
“Just the morning??” You ask, eyes wide and blank, making him cough out a laugh at you.
Meanwhile you try to get up and let this be a joke, but strong fingers curls around your waist and dig into your skin unwilling to let you escape. Groaning, you turn to him with a stern glare, reading let me the fuck go even as your faces are close enough to make out; A fact that does not escape your notice.
“Come on… haven’t I been well-behaved?”
“Sure, but you don’t get rewarded with sex just because you’ve been good- you get to stay here. That was the deal. Now let me go back to be- “
“Y/N… “Oh, fuck, your name in his voice and that slow, fucking drawl… So not fair.
“I was dreaming about Tom Cruise in that new Top Gun movie.” You blurt out bluntly in Fox’s face, ignoring the perturbed look, there. “I’d really like to get back to tha- “Suddenly Fox leans down, undeterred by your arguments as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You jaw drops. “Excuse me!- “
“Aghhh… “He sighs there, breathing in the smell of your body wash and shampoo. “I fucken missed this.”
“Winslow Foxworth Coltrane!- “ A big hand weaves up into your hair, rough fingertips massaging gently into the back of your scalp.
“Shhh, remember the long-haired fucker in the other room.”
Defiant as ever, you tense up on purpose and state: “I’ll call for him. This is assault.” Assault that admittedly feels really nice. Damn it.
Fox’s other arm goes around your waist and he just gathers you up against him, hugging you. Your eyes widen as your resolve slips away from you. “Missed you.”
“Ah- “Oh no. What was that? What did he say? “Fox- “You push at him, but to no avail. Plus, you weren’t really trying. You sigh, and give up. “You’re half-asleep Fox, we’ll talk about this in the morning.”
His grip around you just gets a little tighter- not hurting, but… warm. All-Engulfing. “… sure… “He doesn’t sound invested, or even like he cares, but he’s holding onto you like you’re precious and important and it make you want to melt. You won’t, because for all you know he’s high, but you do allow yourself to relax in this dangerous man’s grip. “Come with us tomorrow, wontcha?”
Ha, you chuckle. “No, I won’t.”
“Damn… “Slowly he pulls back, and you see a grin on his, admittedly, handsome face. Even if it is dirty. “Gonna haveta kidnap ya, huh?”
You point a stern finger at him. “Try it, bucko.”
“I just might.”
“Euuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh,” Baby exclaims, suddenly, from behind the couch, and you both turn to find the most disgusted look on her face as she looks between you. “You two are sick! Damn- fuck or something; Get a room. Anything but this. I don’t wanna see that. Ugh.”
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