#nathan young fluff

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hii can you write a nathan young fic that he really likes the reader but tries to hide his feelings until something happens makes him tell her how much he likes her

Tia💗

hey honey! I apologise for taking so long, but I hope you like it!

summary - nathan has been crushing on you since the beginning, but it takes something terrible to happen for him to finally man up.

warning - slight angst, violence (not too bad).

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Nathan didn’t know how it had happened or why he had fallen for you, but he did. You were possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, which was messing with his mind. Ever since the storm that gave everyone weird abilities, Nathan had become protective over you. You were so cute and fragile, but the power you held was dangerous, and sometimes he feared that if you showed the wrong person, they’d take you away from him. 

He had done so well hiding how he felt about you, everything was going fine, and it wasn’t like you needed to know how he felt. You would never feel the same for the cocky Irish boy anyway. You deserved better, and you were better. So why did something have to happen? Who knew that when a freak storm gave everyone powers, it would become like those American superhero movies? All of the bad guys came out of the woodwork, and for some reason, the misfits thought they had to be the ones that saved the day.

Why did you have to be so kind? Why did you have to go near that man? You knew he was dangerous, yet you thought you could help, and Nathan loved that about you, but right now, he hated it as he watched the man throw you around. He knew he could’ve easily taken your place, but his mind was stupid, not allowing his legs to move no matter how much he wanted to move them.

When the rest of the gang managed to distract the man, leading him away from your tired and bruised body. Nathan ran over, kneeling to the ground and pulling you into him. “Oh god! I’m sorry, love! Don’ die on me! Dammit, I shoulda done more to help!” Nathan strokes your cheek gently, looking down at you with sad eyes. “I like ya, dammit! Don’ die on me so I can take ya out!” He begs and pleads. 

You groan before giggling softly, peering up at the curly-haired man. “I like you too, dumbass. What took you so long?”

Nathan’s lips widen into a watery smile, and he laughs. “Tank god! Taugh’ I lost ya!” He hugs you against him, and he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. “Liked ya since da beginnin’.”

You squeeze his hand. “I’ve liked you since the beginning too.”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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[bisexualnathanyoung]

What If I’m Just Like Him?

Pairing: Nathan Young/OC (Mel Albright)

Word Count: 1,495

Warnings: pregnancy, panic attack, self-doubt, deadbeat dad references

Formatting is bad because tumblr is bad. Lots of dialogue.

“You’re lucky I love you,” I said to the baby growing inside me, “dancin’ on my bladder n shit.”

I sat up and glanced at the clock. 1:43. Then, I noticed Nathan wasn’t in bed. God I hope he’s not taking a shit. I’m about to piss my pants.

I made it to the toilet, and Nathan wasn’t in there. After a piss and a grunt and a handwashing, I walked in the kitchen. He wasn’t there either.

After shoving some biscuits in my mouth, I glanced out the window on the door and saw him. He was sitting on the ground, smoking a cigarette.

I opened the door. He looked up at me and waved the smoke in the air. He put out the cigarette on the ground.

“Don’t breathe that,” he said.

I looked down at him, “What are you doing out here? It’s cold.”

He shrugged, “y’know. Nicotine addiction.” I could tell it was more than just a midnight smoke.

“Come inside,” I said and bent over the ruffle his hair.

“Careful bendin’ over like that,” he said as he got up. I walked in the flat. He followed me and closed the door behind him.

I sat on the sofa and patted on the seat next to me.

Nathan sat down, “you should go back to bed, you’ve got work in the morning.”

I put my arm around him, “I’ve got work in like… eleven hours. That’s not morning. I’ll be fine.”

He laid his head on my shoulder, “we should really just… go back to bed.”

“I can tell something’s bothering you,” I said as I rubbed his arm.

“I’m fine, love,” he said without looking at me, “swear. You’ve got enough to worry about.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t worry about you,” I said and kissed his head.

He placed his hand on my bump and rubbed it, “I’m so excited for our baby.”

He kissed my belly then sat up next to me again, “really. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. I’m good. Our baby’s healthy. You’re healthy. Everything’s really good.”

I held his hand, “did I do something wrong?” I was almost certain I didn’t, but sometimes that was the only way to get him to open up. I knew we were both scared shitless about being parents and about all of the changes that were happening all at once, but I didn’t know if something specific had happened.

I just wanted to know. I wanted to fix it. Or at least tell him that it was okay to be upset.

He shook his head in a slight panic, “no no no no, I don’t think you’re capable of doing anything wrong.”

He pulled me closer to him and rested his hand on my bump, absentmindedly rubbing it.

“Well, that’s certainly not true,” I responded with a small laugh.

We sat there for a minute. I decided not to interrogate him into telling me what was wrong.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good dad?” He said finally. Softly. Ah. I’d told him a million times before that I did, but it was worth it to tell him again.

“You’re already a good dad,” I said with a smile.

He made a noise, “How?”

“Always looking out for me. Always being there. Being responsible,” I responded, looking in his eyes.

He shrugged, “I’m not responsible.” Maybe that was true a year ago. Maybe that was still true in some ways, but he’d shown me he could be.

“Yes, you are,” I said. I felt the need to stick up for him even if it was to himself, “you helped me throw out all of the weed in the house. You got a job. You’ve supported me every step a this pregnancy. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did. You were scared that the baby would get taken away the second it was born if we had stuff in the house. We didn’t have any money. I didn’t have a choice. That doesn’t mean I’m responsible,” he said, leaning against me again, not looking at me.

I sighed. Then, he looked at me.

“You could’ve left,” I said simply.

He looked away again, “that’s what scares me.” I was… kind of confused, but I tried not to react until I got more clarity.

“What d’you mean, love?” I said as I rubbed his back.

“My- They… forget it. I’m here for you and the baby. That’s all that matters,” I saw him try to discreetly wipe his eye. He tried to stand up, and I grabbed his wrist.

“Nathan,” I said in a more serious tone than I usually had, “Talk to me.”

He sat back down, sighed, and ran his hands through his hair.

He let out a breath, “My dad was there until he wasn’t.”

I held his hand, “hmm?”

He didn’t look at me and sounded like he was about to cry, “what if I make the wrong decision?”

And that made my anxiety spike. I knew he wanted the baby. I knew he wasn’t going to leave or did I?

“What do you mean wrong decision?” I asked and rubbed his hand.

“What if he wanted me and changed his mind?” I watched as he ignored the tears that fell, “what if I’m just like him? What if I change my mind?” His words and his breathing sped up as he continued to talk, “I’m just a fucking arsehole under it all. What if that to my kids? What if I let you down? Both of you? I don’t wanna be that! I don’t wanna be that!”

I continued to rub his hand, “you need to breathe, love. Try to breathe.”

He steadied his breathing a little bit, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry. I’m not trying to scare you… I’m not gonna leave… I’m not gonna leave… every time my mum was mad at me, she’d say I was just like him. She still doesn’t know… fuck, she’s going to be so disappointed,” he let go of my hand to run his hands through his hair, “She’s gonna say she knew it’d happen. She’s gonna say I’m gonna be a shit dad just like him. She’s gonna tell me off and say how could I do this.” He was breathing fast again. I wasn’t sure how to get him to calm down.

“It’s gonna be okay,” I said.

“My chest hurts, why does my chest hurt? Am I dying? I feel like I’m dying, and I’ve died before so I know what it feels like. You hate it when I die. I’m sorry for dying,” he said quickly.

“I think you’re having a panic attack,” I said, “you just need to calm down. You’re going to be okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“What’s that?” he said, “I don’t do that.”

I tried to get him to breathe with me and do some grounding exercises.

——

“What’s indigo? Isn’t that just blue? I already found something blue,” he said. The important thing was that he’d calmed down some.

“You can just skip to purple,” I said.

“Blanket,” he said lifting it up.

“Do you feel any better now?” I asked.

He set his head on my shoulder, “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” I responded, “it’s okay to not know.”

“But I need to be okay,” he replied, “I need to be okay for you.”

I put my arm around him, “you just need to be you. You’re allowed to be scared.”

“Maybe I should just call my dad,” he said, “so he can tell me he never wanted me. I need to know. Because I want our baby more than anything in this world, and I just don’t understand how he could leave. Maybe I was just too much trouble. He sent money… sometimes. He just didn’t want to deal with me. I wasn’t worth it. He expected Mum to do everything, but I don't want to be like that. I want to be a good dad. I want to be a good husband. But what if I can’t be? Because I’m mean and stupid and selfish and lazy, and what if one day I just walk out the fucking door because I’m a fucking idiot?!”

I held him close to me, “shh. Everyone has choices. Everyone makes mistakes. Things are going to be stressful and scary, but they’re also going to be beautiful and fun and wild. You’re not your dad, and you’re never going to be. You’re you, and you make your own choices. If you don’t want to leave then don’t. Maybe you’ve done less than savory things, we all have, but you’re also sweet and gentle and soft. You care so much. You think you don't, but you do. I’m glad you’re the person I’m starting a family with. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said. He smiled at me and kissed me, “I really do.”

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[uselesspasserby]

Get off me!

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[istgpleaseshutup]

Secret Jealousy // Robert Sheehan x fem!Reader

Quick Authors Note, I actually don’t know how comic con works to be completely honest, but I am doing my best so if someone wants to correct me on anything I will be open, ALSO i am going to mix the request a bit, just read to the end

Request:

hey, I have a request. Could do a Robert x fem reader one where they are together since season 1 (reader is a part of the cast) and they are at comic con for the 2nd season but nobody knows that they are together? and the interviewer and fans asks Robert if he has a gf and stuff like that. (the interviewer is flirting with Robert and Y/N gets jealous yk)

From: Anonymous

Thank you so so much for requesting this

Warnings: Kinda angst, some jealousy, leg bouncing cause from a bit anxiety, and i am pretty sure thats it

Secret Jealousy // Robert Sheehan x fem!Reader

“I have a question for Robert!” A fan asks, she sounded really nervous since her voice sounded shy. “Who is your favorite cast member?” I look at Robert, and he looks over at me.

“Well, that’s a tricky question as I love everyone in the cast,” He looks away and looks at the fan who asked the question. “But I would have to say y/n.” I smile and look away from him, looking down at my hands and played with the hairband on my wrist.

“Thank you so much! I love you Robert!” The fan says, going away from the microphone.

“Actually Robert, I have a question.” The interviewer girl that is on stage with us says. “How do you manage to look so good in every part of the show?”

“Well thank you darling, I guess just genetics.” He laughs, I smile a bit, growing a bit jealous as he called her darling. I look down at the stage as my leg starts bouncing, trying to ignore anything the interviewer says. 

Why did she say that? I mean maybe she meant it in a more friendly way but what made it worse was that Robert called her darling. I mean maybe he meant it in a friendly way too but- My thoughts get interrupted by a hand on my leg that was shaking. I look over at Robert, and he smiles. I smile back and focus on the questions being asked.

“Y/n, if you could exchange your power with someone else in the show, who would you switch with?” A fan asks.

“Well, I love my power, but if I had to, probably Diego’s. I think his power is pretty cool.” I answer.

“Thank you!!” The fan says and walks away as another fan steps to the microphone.

“Robert, do you have a girlfriend?” The fan asks.

“Well, yes in fact, I do.” Robert answers smiling. I look over at Robert and smile a bit as he goes on about his girlfriend. “She is the best things that ever happened to me. She is just the most perfect girl on the planet.”

“Yeah, everyone, she is me.” The interviewer jokes. God she wishes. I sigh, chuckling to myself. Robert gives her a confused look and just laughs awkwardly.

More questions are asked, but I don’t really listen as I am to fascinated with my boyfriend (just to clarify if it wasn't clear enough it’s Robert LMAO). I just stare at him for a bit until some fans ask me questions. 

“Hi Y/n!! I love your character in The Umbrella Academy!!” A little boy says excitedly.

“Aw thank you so much!” I respond with a genuine smile. I look over at the interviewer because I feel lasers in the back of my head. The interviewer death stares me and I just ignore her. I look over at Robert and he was staring at me with a dreamy look. My smile grows a bit wider and I look back at the little boy. “So whats your question?”

“What is your favorite season? Season 1 or 2?” The young boy asks. 

“I would have to say season 2. I like that more than one because its easier to follow and I like how everyone is split up.” I answer.

“Thank you Y/n!! I love you!”

“Aww, I love you too!” I respond smiling even bigger (NOT LIKE THAT NO).

A few hours later I am in a hotel room that me and Robert share and me and Robert are cuddling. I am scrolling through Instagram, seeing a ship edit of me and Robert. 

In the beginning of the video it shows the fan asking Robert if he has a girlfriend and him saying yes and the interviewer saying it was her. It cuts to a clip of me sighing and laughing to myself. The ship edit cuts to me and Robert staring at each other the whole comic con interview. I like it and show Robert.

“I guess they know now.” He says, smiling.

THANK YOU FOR READING!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! JUST MESSAGE ME!!

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[sottountrenopersherl]

Hi everyone! I just wanted to let you know that, even if I'm busy with university, I'd like to write again about our dear Klaus, so I'd appreciate it if you sent me your requests.

I can also write about Nathan and Robert if you want (the other characters will be added when I watch the movies).

I've chosen to write in English because I wanted to reach more people but I can write in Italian (my first language) and, even though I've never tried, I think I could write in Spanish.

Last but not least, I DON'T WRITE SMUT.

I'm so sorry that I haven't answered any of the requests that I have received but it's not a good time for me. I'm struggling both with university and with my mental health. From next month I'll be free and I'll start with therapy and I hope I'll be able to write more.

You can keep sending me requests, I just wanted to give you an explanation.

I love you all💚✨

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[hysteria-things]

TREEHOUSE

based off of this, this, this, & this

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft dom!nate x virgin!sls!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: reminiscing your relationship with nate where it all started: in his treehouse.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, FLUFF, swearing, p in v, praising

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,181

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: day ONE of nate week!

so pumped😇

creaking from the wooden panels of nate’s treehouse sound from underneath your shoes. some would say treehouses aren’t for nineteen-year-olds, but your boyfriend will strongly disagree.

it still stands after almost two decades, hundreds of memories made here with him and your older brothers. it’s been a while since you’ve been up here, but even if he doesn’t admit it, you can tell nate still hangs out from how tidy it is.

“you still have the pirate hats.” you giggle, pointing to them neatly placed on a shelf above the small sofa he has against the wall.

each hat matched your personalities, with your names written in your favorite colors. they’re faded by now, but you can still make the writing out.

christopher. matthew. nicolas. nathan. y/n.

your brothers are wonderful with you dating their best friend because nate liked you for years. ever since you were children; and he never gave up on you.

summer break is a kid’s favorite time of year. the sun is shining, the nice weather, hanging out with your friends day by day. it’s great.

four boys bicker in front of the ladder, and a young y/n is sitting on the porch steps playing with her dolls.

“dude, just ask already!” chris argues, holding a fake pirate hook in his hand.

“yeah, what’s taking so long?” nick chimes in.

matt’s arms are crossed over his chest. “he’s got a little crush on our sister, that’s why.”

“i do not!” nate yells, eyepatch over his eye and his pirate hat lopsided. he stomps his feet in a tantrum-like manner. “girls probably don’t even like playing pirates!”

they bicker for seconds more, until matt’s had enough and pushes the boy toward you. he hesitates, but walks to the stairs. “hey, y/n!” he exclaims, taking a seat next to you.

you smile, setting your toys down. “hi, nate.”

“would you— um…” he turns to the triplets, and they motion him to hurry up. he sighs, looking back at you. “would you like to play pirates with us? there’s an extra hat.”

bringing your finger to your chin, you think and then nod. “sure! i’d love to play pirates!”

nate grins from ear to ear, grabbing your hand and leading you toward your siblings.

that’s not the only heirloom hidden in plain sight. the screws are still stuck in the wall where the NO GIRLS ALLOWED sign used to be until you guys started hanging out alone and he threw it away immediately.

there are still old decorations from previous years, like the spongebob blanket or the mario and luigi plushies. as he got older, though, the decorating became more mature.

another core memory is when he asked you to be his girlfriend right where you’re standing. well, he tried to ask, but he couldn’t get the words out.

“can i ask you something?” nate questions, refusing to make eye contact as he fidgets with the gaming controller in his hand.

you nod. “of course.”

“so, um… do you want to, uh—” he stammers as your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“what do you mean?” you giggle.

“um, y’know. do you want— uh, to be— um—”

“are you asking me to be your girlfriend, nate?” you ask, smirking while raising a brow.

his face heats up, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah.”

the sound from the small TV completely fades, your inner thoughts taking over instead. now, it’s nighttime, and the fairy lights in the treehouse make the room dimly lit.

your head rests on his chest, his heartbeat soothing to your ears.

even though you guys have been together for a while now, you’ve never done it. hell, you’re still a virgin. nate’s been patient with you every step of the way. “what’re you thinking about?” he asks.

shaking your head to snap out of it, you look up, already seeing him staring down at you. “nothing.”

he knows you’re lying, and patiently waits there until you sigh. “i’m ready.” you start as he listens intently. “i want to… have sex… with you.”

he smiles warmly, taking a piece of hair and placing it behind your ear. “are you sure?”

nodding, he then starts to lean into where his lips ghost yours. “yeah?” he whispers, your eyes set on his mouth, so badly wanting to kiss him.

the softness of his lips syncing with yours has your legs squeezed together. he leans more in, deepening the kiss while also laying you flat on the cushions. your knuckles turn white to how hard you’re gripping on his shoulders when he starts to remove your pants and underwear.

“you’re tense.” he points out, rubbing the outside of your thighs in a soothing motion. “relax.”

you didn’t realize how tense your body was until he pointed it out. taking a deep breath, he starts to untie his bottoms.

“breathe for me, okay?” he reassures, lining himself up before slowly moving his pelvis forward. it hurts for sure, but it’s more of a pressure feeling. “relax.” he says again, feeling your anxiety.

a pained moan leaves your lips once he’s in, and it just hits you that your childhood friend, who turned into a crush, and is now your boyfriend is inside of you. “you okay?”

you nod, taking his hand in yours. “i know you tell your brothers everything but—” he cuts himself off with a groan when his dick twitches, desperately wanting to move. he starts to thrust his hips slowly, low whines tickling from your throat. “for my own sake, don’t tell them about this.”

his thrusts get gradually faster, but they’re soft so he doesn’t hurt you in any way. the pain soon turns to pleasure, arms wrapping around his neck. he keeps asking if you’re okay every two minutes, so to shut him up you kiss him passionately.

“nate.” you exhale, licking your lips and lifting your head slightly to look at where you’re conjoined. his dick is coated with your juices, the slap of your thighs banging together.

“nathan.” you moan louder, throwing your head back and arching.

“you’re letting me fuck you so well.” he grunts when your walls clench around him. “you’re so pretty; i love you so much.”

your eyes widen in surprise. it could be the intensity of the moment, but that’s the first time he’s ever said those words. “i-i love you too.”

clenching again, your legs twitch with each movement of his hips. “i-i’m going to cum.”

he pecks your forehead. “go ahead, baby. you’re doing so good for me.”

you whimper, your orgasm flowing out of your pussy and onto his base. he fucks you a little more through your high, before pulling out and painting your stomach white.

whispering sweet nothings into your ear, he lays on top of you, rubbing his hands all over your body. “i meant what i said, by the way. that i love you.”

you smile, blushing at the same time. “so did i.”

that’s when you realized your relationship will only blossom from here, all because of this goddamn treehouse.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[crazyk-imagine]

Breaking Hearts and Making Names

Pairing: Nathan Scott x Fem!reader

Characters: Chris Keller, Fem!reader, Nathan Scott, Brooke Davis, Peyton Sawyer, Lucas Scott, Marvin "Mouth" McFadden, Antwon "Skills" Taylor, Haley James (Scott)

Warnings: Fluff, one tree hill funsies, chris keller being a punk, reader taking no shit, brooke and reader being bestie's, the girls needing to rope reader in, reader is kinda like a fem wade wilson, this was kind of random but also not, I love making reader besties with Brooke, this has been in my drafts for a bit, happy to have posted it, lowkey a stupid fic but a fun one

Word Count: 676

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You turn the corner when you hear him flirting with another girl and roll your eyes. You walk towards the stairs to Nathan’s apartment and raise a brow.

"How old are you again?" You cross your arms, staring at him.

Chris turns around and furrows his brows, confused as to what you’re getting at. "What?"

"How old are you? You're not in high school and yet you're preying on young girls, under the age of eighteen might I add which I believe would make you a pervert." You turn to the girl he’s been talking to and lean in, “you can go now.”

She nods and scoots around him so she can leave.

He scoffs, rubbing his face in annoyance. “Chris Keller is offended and not a pervert."

You lean in closer to him, "would you really prefer it if I called you a pedo?"

His eyes widened. "Man, you're cold."

Your shoulders deflate as your eyes soften, "aw, Brooke taught me well." You spin around and catch her gaze as she walks closer to you, throwing her arm around your shoulders.

"I did and I'm so proud."

You both throw your heads back and chuckle.

He shakes his head, watching the two of you take the lead and walk up the stairs to hangout in your boyfriend's apartment but not before adding, "I know you're checking someone out, you pervert. I would say kiss my ass, but you can't so, suck a d-"

Peyton and Haley have never pulled you away from the railing as fast as they have in all their lives while Brooke throws her head back and laughs, clapping her hands to where it sounds like she’s smacking her hands together.

-

The guys get out of the car and walk towards the defeated musician. Nathan glances up when he hears your laughter.

He can’t help but chuckle, knowing you had something to do with Chris’ defeated look. "What happened?"

The musician lifts his head, staring at the youngest Scott boy with a defiant attitude.

Before Nathan decided to officially ask you out and not hide his feelings from you, he made sure to put the infamous Chris Keller in his place.

"The one in your hoodie is mean."

The Scott brother's glance at one another and nod.

"Makes sense," Lucas says.

He and Haley always liked your style and the way you carry yourself, which explains why you’ve been friends with them for as long as you have.

It helps him when the other guys on the team want to try and pick on him or if a certain guy who refers to himself in the third person needs to be put in his place. But the downer for those who come across your mean streak is-

"She and Brooke have been hanging out a lot.”

“We've never known someone to have the same amount of brazen personality as Brooke until they met and, as Brooke likes to say, they “clicked”. I’m surprised you made it as far as you have," Nathan adds.

"She hurt Chris Keller's feelings."

"Something tells me, she doesn't care," Nathan tells him before heading up the stairs.

“Tell your brother to control his girl.”

Lucas shakes his head, “I’d rather not. She can get pretty mean if I try to tell her to do something.”

Mouth and Skills chuckle to themselves as they pass him.

“I wouldn’t take what she means to a heart man,” the latter tells him.

The blond pouts. “How would you take it if she called you a perv?”

“I’m not, so I don’t have to worry about it.”

Mouth nudges his friend in the side, causing him to whine. “What he means is, you should watch what you say, or you get the look.”

“The look?”

Mouth nods, “the look.”

The two walk away from him, leaving him to follow behind and see the infamous look that your friend was talking about.

He chuckles and thanks whatever karma was in his side to prevent him from getting a stare down from you. 

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[mybelovednick]

Crimson and Clover, Honey (Chapter 3)

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Previously

Nick Sturniolo x Male!character

Summary: Nick Sturniolo is a Bookstore owner in a small town in Northern Italy. Vayu Arora is an elementary school teacher who is a frequent customer at Nick's Store. Both of them meet and they are suppose to fall in love like faith intended. But what happens when one of them is unable to let go of their past selves?

Nick x male!character Angst Fluff/comfort Hurt/comfort

TW: Non-consent, s3xual harresment, abuse, anxiety, alcoholism

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“Then make me." he said

Only God knows from where; but I did muster up the courage to simply say, “If that’s what you want. Then let me get to know you better.”

Nick seemed to be caught off guard from that sudden change in my tone. “Well, come on then. I know a place.” He patted the backseat of his bike.

“Are you going to murder me? Is that it? Are you a serial killer?” I felt braver around him so I was having too much fun. I don’t know why.

“No but either way, you’re going to get to know me better.” Nick winked and put on his helmet.

He is lucky that he’s got a pretty face.

I sat behind him. He ordered me to put my hands inside the pockets of his jacket. “Your hands will freeze in the wind.” He argued. So I did what he said.

There was no extra helmet for a passenger so I had to rest my head on the back of his shoulders. His body was very warm. We were cruising through the town lights at the night. Nathan rode my Vespa at a concerning speed too. But it was something about Nick that made me feel safe.

It was February, so the wind was still very cold and it desensitized the tip of my ears. But my hands were warm and I liked it. I felt a small book inside his right pocket. But I knew better than to interrupt the ride just to ask him what it was.

My nose constantly brushed against the nape of his neck. He smelled like clean laundry almost, a bit musky and cool like the grass after the rain. It was hard to keep my eyes open as the air would dry my eyes constantly but I tried my best. I never realised how beautiful the town was. It was something about city lights in the night that left me feeling giddy like a child.

Lights from late night cafes, pastry shops, grocery stores, liquor stores, bright neon motel signs, clubs- all these lights showed us how alive the night was. They dared to blind the stars above because we humans love to conquer the night. As we always tend to say, ‘the night is young, the night is free.’ And I’d love to be young and free again.

The shadows of our silhouette competed with different light sources in the ground. These grey figures would rush up and down the plane of the road like a group of wild black cats, while being stuck to the wheels of Nick’s bike. The wind started to slow down and the sound of the engine mellowed a bit.

Nick parked his bike on a grassy patch of land on the side of the road which led to the town Cathedral.

“Are we getting married here?” I joked then I instantly regretted for attempting such a risky humour. As I started to panic I heard his laugh, he was still wearing the helmet so it was muffled. And I let out a sigh of relief.

“No, not really.” He chuckled and pulled his head out of the helmet and shook his hair. His forehead was sweating so he removed his leather gloves and moved his blonde strands out of his eyes. I simply stared at him. How could someone be this beautiful? It was unfair.

“There is an annual festival on the church grounds.” He clarified with a small smile.

“Oh, a festival? Wow I never knew about that.” I was genuinely so excited. I was ready to go when he held my hand back.

He held my hand.

“Wait, we are going in together, I don’t want the news to blame me when you get lost like a child. Follow me for one last time.” He smirked and I raised my eyebrow in confusion. “Trust me” he said. And I did.

I followed him like a child towards the festival. He was gripping on to my left hand with his right hand. He was basically sprinting past the crowds.

I memorised the shape of his hair, I memorised the creases in his jacket when he moved too quickly. I memorised the black bracelet hanging from his wrist and the way he held my dark wrist with his pale hands having reddish knuckles. The way he walked, the way he giggled while pushing through people- everything about him, I wanted to keep this moment for ever.

The night was cold and the stars were high up. But in that moment, I felt warmth of the people around me. The music was blasting through the speakers, the aroma of wine and fresh bread, pastries surrounded me like a hug. People around other people.

Isn’t it strange how gullible us humans are? We trust people we just met and sometimes hate the ones we’ve known for a long time. It goes back to my analogy of how people are simply stories. The world is a library. The funny thing is we never know when our chapters would overlap each other. It could be when you are dancing your heart out and someone joins you, or someone just sitting beside you when you are alone, silently. These are strangers.

Strangers turn into friends; friends into lovers and then, strangers again.

“Hey I wanna stop here.” I yelled because the music was too loud. He looked towards me and nodded. We were both smiling the entire time. It was something in the air that had fragrance of happiness and the stench of body heat. There many people dancing in the front.

All of a sudden, Nick slightly shoved with his shoulder. And let me remind you, that man had strong shoulders. I instantly looked at him after I saved myself from stumbling and he shrugged with a shit eating grin on his face while he clapped to the beat of ‘Paris Latino’ by the Bandolero.

I knew what to do. I held him by the thick collar of his jacket and pulled him into the dancing crowd. He was shocked but was laughing nonetheless.

I loved his laugh. It was barely audible through the blaring 90’s disco beats but it did feel like music to me, I’ve always been corny, leave me be.

Then we were there; in between hundreds of bodies, smashed closer together and his scent filled me. He said, “You are awfully brave for someone who buys porn magazines with Shakespeare.”

I rolled my eyes while moving my body to the beat. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”

Nick leaned in closer to my left ear and whispered, “I know, I just wanted to make a statement”

There were shivers down my spine. I felt the cold metal of his nose ring touch the skin of my left temple and I got goosebumps behind my neck. But I did my best to keep my composure. I averted my gaze and I knew he was proud of what he did to me. The music went on. We danced and danced and danced. We were dancing, jumping, screaming along with the crowd, everyone was sweating. Beads of sweats were trickling down my back. I watched how happy Nick was, jumping like a madman. He wasn’t the best at dancing but he enjoyed himself like a child in a carousel. And I enjoyed myself too.

The music transitioned into ‘E la vita’ by Marco Armani. There was a change of pace. “I’m tired” I finally declared. As I was about to leave, Nick held onto my waist. Slowly he swayed our bodies along with the music and I followed. His forehead was still glistening with sweat. He was still smiling and his face was flushed red. My heart was racing like a deer through a forest and it completely stopped when he touched the back of my head and lightly tugged my hairs. I thought I could die right then and there because the butterflies in my stomach might as well burst open through my torso and engulf me whole.

But that moment of pure joy didn’t last long. I saw the people around us looking with scrunched noses and unapproving faces filled with disgust and displeasure.

“Nick, we are on church grounds.” I said, not being able to meet his eyes.

“So what?” he asked.

“We should go back. I don’t think people will like us…”

Now Nick removed his hands and furrowed his eyebrows. “Why.” He didn’t mean it like a question.

“Nick I know you know it.” I was trembling at this point, “It is not appropriate, let’s go somewhere else.” I tried to reason with him.

“Not appropriate? Are you joking?” He was raising his voice by now. More people turned their heads towards us.

I felt like going numb. I felt like bursting into tears. In a split second, all that warmth was gone and my hands and feet were turning cold. I held his hand softly, “Nick please let’s leave, it’s not safe.” I was pleading.

Nick stared at me for a moment, “You know what? Let’s give this audience something to actually not approve of.” And he held my shoulders and tried to forcefully kiss me. The blood drained out of my head. Out of pure reflex, I pushed him away before his lips could touch mine.

Nick looked at me for a few seconds. His eyes were not of anger. It was of disappointment, as if I had denied a child to buy him a toy. Before I could inspect the hurt in his eyes, he looked down on the bricked ground, it was dirty and grey.

I was horrified. I covered my mouth out of shock and desperation,“I…I a-am so… so sorry-… I didn’t mean to-“

“I am going to have a drink.” He finally said, still unable to look at me. E la vita was still playing around us. People were now tired of us and continued doing their celebrations. There were a hundred people around me but I felt like the loneliest person in all of Italy. Why? It was because Nick wasn’t there with me anymore.

I still to this day never understood if it was normal for a person to get so attached to another person in such a short span of time. Who was he to me? Just another dude with a pretty face, maybe. Another stranger whose story overlapped with mine for a brief moment. But that logic never succeeded to explain as to why his touch felt like I knew him for eternity. Why a simple nod or a look from him made my heart race like a horse that was finally free on an open meadow? I wanted more of him. I wanted to be his and make him mine. Once again, I felt like I was succumbing to my madness.

But I had lost, perhaps. We both fucked up. The difference is, mine was out of anxiety and denial whereas his was out of rage and disappointment.

I was sitting alone on the stairway to the church. I was drenching in sweat but the cold February breeze started to dry away my body, which made me shiver even harder. I could’ve been running on a fever, I didn’t know. My whole body was aching. My legs were starting to get sore. But it was nothing compared to the pain I was feeling from heaving while sobbing on my arms. I tucked myself as close as possible. My arms were wrapped around my knees.

Maybe an hour had passed, but there was no sign of Nick. My tears had dried at this point. My body was numb so was my mind. If I wanted to I could sit there for hours because feeling pity on myself was an art that I had an expertise on.

But I decided to look for him and maybe talk it out if I had a chance. We both deserved apologies from each other. I walked around the famed dance area. The crowd was thinning out, It was almost midnight after all. I thought I looked for everywhere for him in and around the festival. Then I saw a small alley way beside the liquor store that was off church grounds.

Nick’s jacket was lying on the ground near the entrance. My mind was spewing the worst possible scenarios so I ran towards it and my heart dropped to my stomach.

Nick was making out with another guy. Both of them were clearly intoxicated. Nick was pinned against the wall and the guy was vigorously forcing him upon him. Nick was out of it and didn’t notice me. He kept staring at a distance like a china doll and let the man have his way.

“What happened now? Shy? You didn’t seem so with your pretty little boyfriend out in the public.” The other guy smirked and bit Nick’s neck. The guy was bigger and seemed stronger than Nick and I combined. The guy was struggling to open his belt when suddenly Nick spat on him. This enraged the guy and he slapped Nick right on his face. The slap echoed in the empty corridor.

That is when my shock wore off and I sprinted towards them. I knew I could die like this. I should’ve called the police or do anything else but try to fight that hulk of a man. But the gut had its own mind. I yelled at the man and yanked at his hair. He screamed and let go off Nick. It was my chance to get away. But the guy held me by my shoulder and wrapped his hands around my neck to choke me. “How dare you?” he growled.

But Nick wasted no time to bite the man’s hand which released me from his grip. When he was about to attack us again, Nick kicked him in his balls.

Ouch.

The man collapsed. I was still high on adrenaline so I was stupidly staring at the entire situation when Nick grabbed my hand once again. And we ran away; on my way I picked up Nick’s jacket too.

We ran towards the church back door and hid behind a counter. Both of us were out breath.

And when we were able to breathe again, we seemed to forget how to speak. We were silent for what it felt was like for ages. The silence was uncomfortable. I decided to look towards my right. Nick was still breathing heavily. His eyes were bloodshot and tears had dried at corner of his eye. His chest was rapidly moving in demand for more air and his hands were trembling. I felt a tug at my chest. As if it would burst immediately.

He suddenly turned towards me; his right was completely covered by his hair. Those brilliant blue eyes turned grey in the dark church room. He asked me without skipping a beat, “Why are you crying?”

It was then when I noticed I had been crying the entire time. My tears were flowing nonstop.

I hugged him.

I don’t know why? Perhaps I got brave again. I hugged Nick. He was caught off-guard. We were sitting beside each other on the concrete floor of the church. The counter table was on top of us. He was shaking and was in shock and I hugged him. I wrapped my arms around his back and his knees that he had crouched in closer when he first sat. And I placed my head on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry.” I sobbed like a baby. “I am so fucking sorry for everything that happened.”

I know my apology was nothing if compared to what he went through. Now he smelled like alcohol and cigarettes only. He gave me no reaction. I wanted him to cry, to let me know how he was feeling. This emotion less façade was hurting him more than anything.

Please cry. Let me help you. I was constantly reiterating it in my head. Hoping that somehow or in some way, he’d get my message.

But he didn’t.

And I kept hugging him.

I was crying on his shoulder like a little child. I felt like a failure.

A minute or two passed by and he rested his head on my hair with a sigh, as if whatever happened was nothing but a minor inconvenience. As if he was just tired.

I wanted to shake him out of this trance but I was frozen myself.

After sometime, we were quiet and out of words. Sitting there, trying to compose ourselves.

“I wish you hadn’t tried to be a hero to save me.” He whispered.

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A/N: heavy stuff I know. Hopefully things get better. Please let me know about your thoughts. I am a new writer and any kind of support is appreciated and will mean a lot to me. Thank you. Hope you enjoyed it. <3

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[citruswriter]

Hello and welcome to my writing blog!

I like to write. So uh, I'm gonna write. Yk, when I have the motivation. ANYWAYS-

Name: Lofi/Tavern

Age: Chrono young 20s (I'm secretly a primordial entity tho, obvi 💅)

Pronouns: They/Them, Thou/Thee, Ech/Echo, Bee/Bees & Fae/Faer

Honorifics: Vs, Sai, Mir, Miss (playfully), Ma'am (formal/if close)

Terms: Feminine, Masculine, Neutral, Nonhuman

Relationship Status: Happily Married!

Extras: Multireligous, Objectum, Fictospec, Queer, etc.

Citrus Scale: The Levels and What They Mean

Orange 🧡 - General Writings. So this would be fluff, angst, comfort, and similar.

Lime 💚 - Slight spice but not flat out nsfw. Heavy make out, sexual tension, maybe some milder things like grinding or choking.

Lemon 💛 - The filth and sin. Full blown tango. Actually nsfw. Le sex. General kinks added in as well.

Grapefruit 🩷 - A rarer ranking not often used to be alluded to darker things. Such as yandere, Stockholm Syndrome, gRape, murder, body mutilation, etc. Usually sexual or has sexual themes but not always.

Hearts to indicate highest citrus ranking I'll go for

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[revnah1406]

You were meant to stay 1/3 (Sparrow X Amara)

Character (OCs):

Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton

Amara Thompson

SUMMARY: Hannah's and Amara's love story! How did they fall in love? 👀

Warnings: Female X Female, violence, fluff, some places are fictional.

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Words: 12.316

Hannah adjusted the strap of her luggage bag over her shoulder. She looked at the façade of the building with a certain nostalgia. It had been a long time since she last saw her little brother Connor. She had really missed him. But finally, she was able to find free time to visit him.

Connor lived in Kingston Upon Hull, in the UK. The hometown of Hannah and her siblings. The four brothers were born there, but when the twins were two years old, the Clayton family moved to their mother Monika's hometown, in Zermatt. They all grew up there, with a happy childhood, full of craziness and mischief. When they all became adults, each brother took a different path, Hannah and Nathan (the older siblings) stayed in Zermatt to start their business together, a garage where they repair and restore cars. Elizabeth went to Germany to study psychology and live with her uncles. And Connor, returned to Hull to earn a living and fly away from the nest. He got a job at a car dealership, he wasn't as good a mechanic as Hannah or Nathan but he knew about cars and he knew how to sell them.

Hannah approached the entrance to the apartment block and pressed the intercom button that corresponded to her brother's apartment. The door opened with a shrill sound. Hannah opened the door and just as she walked in another woman did.

"Oh sorry." Hannah excused herself, holding the door open so the girl could enter.

"Thank you"

She had to look at her twice. Hannah could see that this woman was incredibly beautiful. That woman exuded sensuality and confidence when she walked. Hannah had to force herself not to gawk for too long.

The young woman looked at her too, but not with as much adoration as Hannah did. Maybe it was because of the scars. Yes, it was always because of the scars, they scared anyone.

Hannah closed the door and walked towards the elevator. The woman was walking in front of her, probably towards the elevator too, swaying her hips from side to side. Hannah had to force herself not to look down.

You are no better than any man, Hannah Clayton…

The elevator arrived and they both got in. Hannah cursed when she saw the girl press the button corresponding to the floor Hannah had to go to.

This is going to be uncomfortable...

The wait seemed eternal, the elevator was also old and it seemed like it wanted to laugh at Hannah going slower than usual. The elevator was also small, Hannah was much bigger than the girl, and took up almost all the space. She had to press her back against the wall and leave the bag between her boots to take up as little space as possible. The woman was in front of her, she sighed and brushed her hair to the side, an aroma of sweet perfume crossed her nose. It was nice, very nice. Hannah probably reeked of sweat. She was returning from a long mission with the 141, it had been a very long trip and it was the end of summer. She wanted to take a shower as soon as she set foot in Connor's apartment.

Finally, the doors opened. The woman was the first to come out, and then Hannah.

Hannah reached the door that corresponded to her brother's apartment. She pressed the bell a couple of times. The woman stopped at the next door, and without looking at her for a moment, she took out her keys and entered her house.

Hannah was staring at the door to the woman's apartment when the door in front of her opened.

"Here you are!" Connor's voice brought her out of her thoughts.

Hannah turned to look at her brother and smiled. The two melted in a warm embrace, patting each other's backs and ruffling each other's hair.

"Did you miss me that much?" Hannah joked.

"Not in your wildest dreams," Connor responded, laughing. "Come in. The trip must have been long, right?"

"You wouldn't even imagine..." Hannah sighed as she entered her brother's apartment.

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Hannah played with the little that remained of the beer at the bottom of the jar, shaking the mug slightly, watching as the amber liquid spun around, creating a small whirlpool.

She sighed and raised her head. Where the fuck was Connor? He had promised to spend a good night in the pub together, drinking and catching up on what had happened these last few months, telling stories and laughing until she fell out of her chair. It had been like that from the beginning but after a couple of hours Connor excused himself to go to the bathroom. More than fifteen minutes had passed and he hadn’t returned.

The pub had a lively atmosphere, there were people dancing where the tables didn't get in the way, there was live music, a happy band playing almost folk music. People laughed, patted each other on the back, told dark humor jokes, talked about deep conversations or simply drowned their sorrows with a good scotch.

But there she was. Starting to get bored, thinking about getting up and going to find her little brother. Finally she had enough, and with a grunt she finished the beer in one gulp. She slammed the jug on the table perhaps with too much force, luckily it didn't break. She stood up, almost knocking the chair to the floor. She walked among the people, her large and imposing figure helped a little, people moved aside as she passed, looking at her with curiosity, or even horror. The scars, they were always the scars... but she was already used to them, those marks had already been part of her for more than a couple of years, she had accepted them. So she ignored the people and walked with her chin up.

She approached the bar to ask the barlady about her brother but when she arrived she realized that said barlady was at the other end of the bar, with both elbows resting on the wood, with a silly smile listening to Connor's stories. Hannah couldn't believe it, she left her brother alone for five minutes and he had already found a girl to flirt with. She just hoped that if Connor was successful, it would be better if he fucked her in a hotel and not at home. Hannah had had a very long trip, after a very long mission, and the last thing she wanted was to not be able to sleep because of the fucking banging on the wall and the moaning of a one-night stand that wasn't even for her.

Hannah whistled trying to get her brother's attention. Connor, who now seemed to be very focused watching how the girl read the future in the palm of his hand, raised his head when he recognized his sister's peculiar whistle. Hannah always whistled, to get someone's attention, when she was happy, or just to annoy. They don't call her Sparrow for nothing.

When Connor found his sister among the people, he showed a pitiful smile, wanting to apologize with his eyes. But Hannah only showed a look without any kind of grace. Signifying that she wasn’t happy. Connor shrugged and winked at Hannah. She rolled her eyes and gave the middle finger. Connor responded by motioning that they would talk later but Hannah didn't believe him. So she turned around and walked towards the table where she had previously been sitting. She grabbed her jacket, an old black leather race jacket with a couple of old patches, and her helmet. And she went out into the street.

The cold night air felt like a reward. Hannah took a deep breath as she put on her jacket. Outside everything was calmer, there were a couple of people smoking and talking in a low tone. Few people were walking on the street. It was already very late at night.

She took out her cell phone and started texting Connor.

Hannah (01:24 am): I'm going home, I'm taking my motorcycle.

Connor (01:24 am): Come on Han! You're not going to leave me lying here, are you?

Hannah (01:25 am): call a taxi. Suffer the consequences of leaving your sister for a one night stand.

Connor (01:25 am): She is pretty right? I already have her in love.

Hannah (01:25 am): Whatever you say... I'm going home. If I hear a single moan tonight I swear I'll lock you on the balcony.

Connor (01:26 am): You love me too much to do that sis ;)

Hannah (01:26 am): Not enough.

She locked the phone and put it in the pocket of her pants. She began to walk in search of her prized motorcycle. She had only had one beer all night, she felt fine, with all her senses alert. Although maybe she would wait a little before driving. Just in case. Even so, the walk would go well. She had to park some distance from the pub. It was horrible to park in big cities, Hannah hated driving in big cities, too many people, too many cars, too many rules.

She kept both hands in the pockets of her jacket, she walked in silence, only listening to the sound of her boots when she walked. Enjoying the night, and the silence. She was too used to noise, to the big engines of military trucks constantly roaring, to the noisy blades of helicopters, to gunshots and explosions. So sometimes when everything was quiet it could be overwhelming, but that time it wasn't, she enjoyed the noises of the night, the crickets and the distant cars.

Finally she could see her prized motorcycle a few meters away, perfectly parked. A Kawasaki ninja zx-10r in a matte black color. Sparrow fell more in love every time she saw her. She bought it when she was only 18 years old with money saved from the cars she used to fix in her father's garage. It was her favorite vehicle, that beauty could reach 320 kilometers per hour, with a weight of 170 kg and about 175 horsepower. 998 cc four-cylinder engine. That motorcycle had been designed to win championships. Over the years Hannah managed to improve it, replacing and repairing parts. It was like her baby.

She reached her motorcycle, when suddenly she heard voices in an alley.

"Let go of me! Are you fucking deaf?!" A woman's voice was heard coming from that direction.

Hannah frowned, strangely leaving the helmet on the motorcycle.

"Stop moving you bitch!" A man exclaimed.

There was a sound of a slap and a short screech.

That's when Hannah didn't hesitate to intervene. Standing idly and listening made her just as guilty. So she ducked into the alley, hands shoved inside her jacket pockets.

"May I know what all this fuss is about?" She asked in a demanding tone.

She realized that there were three people there, two men who looked like two gorillas taken from the zoo and a woman. They were grabbing her by the arms.

Hannah looked at the girl a little more to make sure what her condition was. She was surprised to realize that it was the same girl she met in the elevator that morning. It was hard to forget a face like that. Her lip was split, blood staining her dark lipstick.

Sparrow gritted her teeth, feeling anger beginning to boil.

"And who the hell are you? Get out of here you bitch." The man on the right threatened.

"Leave her alone. Now." Hannah ordered with a frown. Her expression could scare even the devil himself.

"Or what?" The guy on the left scoffed, raising his chin.

"I won't repeat it again."

That gorilla laughed and began to approach with an air of grandeur.

"I will repeat it again. Or what?"

He licked his lips, inspecting Hannah from top to bottom. She ignored him completely, rather she glanced at the woman. The woman seemed scared, she hadn't said a word since Hannah had arrived. Maybe she was in shock and unable to speak.

"Look, pretty girl... Unless you want what's here like that little bitch over there." The man grabbed his crotch in a lewd and disgusting way, while pointing his thumb at the other woman. "You better get out or you're going to have a very bad time."

The man approached until he was a few centimeters away from Hannah. He didn't count on her being taller than him. That poor guy had to lift his head to look her in the eyes. He tried to hide his astonishment by biting the inside of his cheek. On the other hand, Hannah remained stoic, without moving a single muscle, without blinking, with a murderous look that penetrated his eyes.

"Damn what happened to your face?" The man asked mocking Hannah's scars.

"If you take one more step I'm going to break your teeth." Hannah spat contemptuously, ignoring that comment.

The man laughed and looked at his companion, who laughed too. Being completely unaware of who they were messing with.

The man didn't listen, he took another step.

"Or what?" He mocked, moving his face closer.

Suddenly the creak of a broken septum was heard and the man was on the ground holding his bleeding nose while grunting loudly in pain. Hannah shook her hand, relaxing her muscles and inspected her knuckles, they were bloody but the blood wasn't hers.

"I warned you, right?" Hannah raised an eyebrow, remaining completely calm. "Now let her go, or you'll end up worse than him." Hannah looked at the second man.

"Damn bitch..." the guy with the broken nose stood up ready to hit Hannah. Trying to catch her off guard, he threw a punch but only managed to hit the air. Hannah dodged it with great agility and hit him on the nose again. This time the punch was so hard that the back of the man's head hit the wall and he was knocked unconscious.

Hannah sighed and shook her head. It was always the same, the men weren’t able to stay on the ground after the first warning. She then looked over her shoulder at the second gorilla. The remaining guy took that look as a challenge rather than a warning. So he pushed the girl and lunged at Hannah.

The sergeant perfectly dodged the punches he threw. And when she found the perfect opportunity she threw a left hook that landed right in the pit of his stomach. The guy doubled over, clutching his abdomen. And without missing the opportunity Hannah struck just below his chin. The man staggered backwards until he collapsed on the ground, also unconscious.

Sparrow took a breath, catching her breath a little. Two KOs in less than two minutes, Hannah should pat herself on the shoulder for that. After that she remembered the girl, she looked for her. She found her a few meters away from her, she had her eyes fixed on the two unconscious guys on the ground.

"Hey... Are you okay?" Hannah approached her worriedly, wanting to make sure she was okay. "It's all over–"

But when the woman saw that suddenly another huge shadow was hovering over her, she got scared and didn’t hesitate to punch her hard in the nose. She staggered a couple of steps back. That took Sparrow completely by surprise. She didn't expect it, nor could she believe that her reflexes had failed her. Maybe she was too entranced by the other girl's beauty.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" The woman covered her mouth with both hands, completely surprised and regretful.

Hannah turned her face again and looked at her completely bewildered.

"Ouch!" Hannah complained holding the bridge of her nose.

"My goodness! It was completely unintentional!" The woman approached her worried. "You took me by surprise and I was scared. God... I'm so sorry..."

"It’s okay... It’s my fault. I got close when I shouldn't have." Hannah tried to excuse herself, trying to make light of it.

"Let's see. Let me take a look..." the woman walked over and took Hannah's face in her hands.

For a moment Hannah's heart felt like a shotgun blast. She felt terribly nervous, having such a pretty girl so close.

"Oh my god, you're bleeding."

Where was she supposed to look? To the eyes? No, she would look like a fucking psychopath.Up? Down? For God's sake, not down! When Hannah looked away and looked at the floor she was faced with incredible cleavage. By God, that woman was wearing a dark outfit capable of taking anyone's breath away. And it had definitely had an effect on Sparrow. A very tight tank top with semi-transparencies. A skirt so short and tight that it left little to the imagination, showing off slender legs. In addition to heels that seemed impossible to walk in. Her body was covered in ink, tattoos that hugged her brown skin. Japanese style? A full body irezumi? Wow.

"It won't stop bleeding... Come on. We can't leave you like this." The woman's voice brought Hannah out of her thoughts.

She grabbed Sparrow by the wrist and led her to what looked like small stairs with neon lights that descended a couple of meters until they reached a back door of some place. The bass of some music could be heard shaking the walls. When she opened the door, music filled Hannah's ears. She led her down a long, gloomy hallway to the main room. It was big, it was dark, there were neon lights everywhere, a bar to drink, tables and chairs, sofas and armchairs scattered around, surrounding platforms with a pole dancing bar in the center. Alcohol, drugs, music... There were dancers on the stages, dancing with pure sensuality and fluidity, doing incredible pirouettes on the pole. The customers who admired them didn't seem the friendliest, to say the least. Men in suits smoking cigars, gangsters looking like they had killed someone that night, or simply heartless men trying to drown their sorrows or escape from their wives...

At that moment Hannah realized what kind of place they had just entered. For a moment she wondered what she was getting into and why she let himself be dragged into the den of the wolf. Maybe to do something interesting that boring night, maybe just to tell Connor the story in the morning, or just because the girl was pretty.

Oh my god, Hannah...

The unknown woman ignored what was happening in that room and took her down another hallway to a dressing room. She opened the door. There were dancers touching up their makeup in front of incredibly well-lit mirrors. Women changing inside small fitting rooms or simply sitting in armchairs, gossiping or chatting. Everyone turned and fell silent when they noticed the new presences.

The woman ignored the rest and led Hannah to some armchairs at the back.

"Ashley can you get me some ice and the first aid kit?" The woman asked, as she took some tissues out of her purse and handed them to Sparrow.

A blonde dancer got up from her seat and brought her the first aid kit and ice.

"Can I know what happened? Have you hit another client again?" The blonde asked, observing the situation.

"What? No! Well..." the woman thought for a moment "yes, I hit her but it was an accident."

"Amara... she's bleeding..." that woman named Ashley raised an eyebrow as she rested both hands on her hips.

Amara… 

"Who is that big girl?" Another woman with long braids asked, biting her lip, "She's cute."

Hannah didn't know where to look, she felt like a fawn in the headlights of a car. She was trying to concentrate on stopping the bleeding with the handkerchief. Luckily, little by little it was reducing.

"Mind your business, Tayla!" Ashley scolded her. Then she looked back at both women. "And what exactly happened?" Asked.

"I went to get some air when those two idiotic sergeants came out too and started harassing me. I hit one of them in the balls and they ended up getting angrier. But she appeared and left them unconscious on the ground. Apparently it's the only way that they learn..."

"And what did you expect, what would happen? You know them, they are soldiers! They think they have the right to touch us and use us like whores. It doesn't enter their tiny brain that the merchandise can’t be touched. Their neurons are barely useful for shoot" Ashley rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Fucking soldiers... it's always the same with them. They think they're fucking kings of the world, that the rules don't work for them. They abuse their power, their position. If it were up to me they would all go to hell..." The woman spat with contempt.

Hannah swallowed and stood still and rigid. Apparently someone had a deep hatred towards the army. Sparrow felt like she was in a field full of mines. It would be best to keep her mouth shut.

Ashley chuckled and nodded.

"Anyway, I'll go tell security. We have to get those idiots out of the alley. They'll scare the customers."

Ashley ended up leaving, leaving them both alone.

"Let me take a look." The woman approached again, had Hannah remove the handkerchief from her nose and checked the condition of the nose. "It's not broken and the bleeding has finally stopped." The woman murmured in concentration, ignoring the small distance between the two. "Here, put some ice on your nose. It will help with the inflammation."

Hannah smiled gratefully as she placed the ice on the bridge of her nose. It hurt but she had received worse blows.

"You haven't told me your name yet," Sparrow muttered.

The girl looked into her eyes and smiled flirtatiously.

"Is that your way of flirting?"

Hannah shrugged. "I just want to know whose nose I almost broke for saving her from some bastards."

The girl chuckled and sat down next to Sparrow. She had a very sweet laugh.

"Amara." She introduced herself. "Amara Thompson. And... can I know my heroine's name?" She raised both eyebrows, curious.

Sparrow smiled.

"Hannah Clayton." 

"Clayton? Are you Connor's sister? I remember seeing you this morning."

"Yes, well... I have a face that is difficult to forget." She pointed to the scars on her face with a small smile.

Amara had a sparkle in her eyes, she stared at the scars for a while. She was dying to ask but she didn't. Hannah was grateful.

There was silence.

"How do you feel?" Amara asked.

"I'm fine. It's not the first time I've been hit in the face." Hannah responded, trying to sound like a tough girl.

"A dangerous life eh?" Amara joked, resting her chin on her hand.

Hannah laughed. "One could say, Yes."

Amara smiled and looked towards the rest of the dancers. They all seemed to be talking and whispering about this new big girl. She sighed.

"Come on. We have to get you out of here before my boss realizes that I let you into the dressing room without permission." Amara got up, grabbed her bag, and waited for Hannah.

She got up too and they left through the same place they came in. A cold breeze picked up just as they both stepped out into the alley. Amara rubbed her bare arms.

"You can never trust the weather in Hull..." she murmured.

Hannah heard her and without thinking much she handed her her jacket.

"Take it."

Amara looked at the jacket and then at Hannah. She raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Is this another of your ways of flirting? I've seen this one many times."

Hannah rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. Was she flirting? Not even she knew it.

"Take it however you want. But you're shaking like a leaf." She reached out further, insisting on grabbing the jacket.

Amara looked at the jacket and then at Hannah. She took a few seconds to observe her body build. The broad shoulders and back, big arms, the tattoos… She seemed to enjoy the view a little. She wondered what she must do to have a body like that.

"And what about you? Aren't you cold?" She looked into her eyes again.

"I grew up in the Swiss Alps. I think I can handle it."

"I forgot that you are Connor's sister." Amara answered, ending up accepting the jacket.

Sparrow didn't overlook how big that article of clothing was on her, but she didn't say anything.

"And temporarily your neighbor. At least for a couple of months." Hannah started walking.

Amara followed her.

"Did you come to visit your brother?" She asked.

The tallest one nodded. "I haven't seen him in a long time, so I thought it was a good time to pay him a visit." Hannah looked at her "do you want a ride home? I have the bike right there" she pointed out.

"Oh~ biker girl huh..." Amara raised an eyebrow. "Flirting again?"

Sparrow laughed hiding a small blush.

"We both live in the same apartment block. I'm just saying it would be easier for you if I took you." Hannah justified.

Amara thought about it for a bit and ended up nodding.

"It's okay. Just don't try anything strange."

Hannah raised both hands.

"You have my word, ma lady."

They reached the motorcycle. Hannah untied her helmet and climbed on. She offered the helmet to Amara.

"I only have one. My brother has the other one. He's probably sticking his tongue deep into a waitress." Sparrow grimaced as she remembered why she was going home alone. Well, not so alone this time. She began to be grateful that her brother had abandoned her that night.

"Won't it be dangerous for you?" Amara asked accepting the helmet and placing it on her head.

"My head is hard enough don't worry." Sparrow joked.

Amara smiled, although because of the dark visor Hannah couldn't see it. Sparrow offered her hand to help her onto the bike. Amara accepted it, when she took Hannah's hand she realized that it was incredibly warm despite the cold, it was also somewhat rough and full of cavities. A fairly damaged skin. Amara's curiosity only grew.

She leaned on Hannah's hand and shoulder, and ignoring the heat of her cheeks, she ended up getting on the motorcycle. Right behind the her.

"Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?" Hannah asked, putting the keys in the ignition, and starting the engine, letting the beast roar.

"A couple of times. But not on this type of motorcycle." Amara was a little unsure, she didn't know where to put her hands.

Hannah smiled as she looked over her shoulder at her. She gently grabbed Amara's hands and wrapped them around her torso.

They’re so small, so cold.

"Place them here. Hold on tight." Hannah advised in a low, intimate tone.

She looked up, finding a black visor looking back at her. They looked at each other for a few seconds. Hannah was trying to find those beautiful brown eyes behind the tinted plastic, but she found nothing.

Finally she realized and cleared her throat in embarrassment. She looked ahead and started the motorcycle, trying to hide a slight blush.

"Let's go then." Sparrow announced, beginning to drive through the streets of Hull.

She had a hard time concentrating, she had her eyes focused ahead, on the road, both hands firmly on the handlebars, hee foot making sure to change to the right gear and maintaining a safe speed. But her mind was somewhere else, she felt Amara's body pressed against her back, her breasts pressed against her every time she braked or slowed down. Her palms on her abdomen, Amara moved them from time to time to get a better grip. It seemed like she was caressing her skin over her shirt. Hannah could feel Amara's face in the helmet just behind her ear. Her presence tickled the back of her neck, making her hair stand on end.

Hannah please…

At first Amara was tense, nervous. She was afraid of falling. She pressed herself against Hannah and hugged herself so tightly she feared she would break her ribs. Every time the bike leaned to turn, her heart raced and her legs tightened. But little by little she learned to relax. She realized that Hannah knew how to drive well, that she wasn’t like those reckless motorists who didn't care about speed limits. She could enjoy the curves, let the bike itself decide to distribute the weight. Amara learned to lean with every turn. It was a nice way to enjoy the city. It was different. The wind ruffled her long black hair. She would probably end up disheveled but she didn't care. She didn't care about everything anymore, she was enjoying it, she even smiled all the time like a little girl. She felt safe behind that broad back. She could feel Hannah's muscles tense as the bike turned or just moved a little. Sparrow's body also radiated heat, it was like hugging a stove, the cold no longer mattered. Although now what did get hot were her cheeks, her heart was racing, but not out of fear, it was because of something else. She still didn't know why.

Still she allowed herself the luxury of relaxing, resting her chin on Hannah's shoulder. Big, hard but padded too. For a moment she wished the trip would never end.

But all good things come to an end. Hannah parked in front of the corresponding apartment block. Shee turned off the engine and took out the keys. She helped Amara get off the motorcycle and then she got off herself.

Amara took off her helmet and handed it back to Hannah with a smile. Sparrow nodded, smiling like an idiot too.

They both entered the building and then into the elevator. Always in a comfortable silence. Finally they reached the apartment and it was time to say goodbye.

Amara took off her jacket, somewhat reluctantly. She liked it, it smelled good. She wanted to keep it but ended up giving it back to Hannah.

"Thank you for bringing me home." Amara smiled, tucking a strand behind her ear.

That action didn’t go unnoticed by Sparrow, she had to swallow to calm down.

"It hasn't been any trouble." Hannah massaged the back of her neck and smiled goofily.

"And… thanks for saving me from those idiots. And sorry about the… nose. I didn't mean to."

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad I was around to help."

There was a long and somewhat awkward silence this time.

"I'd better go home. It's a little late. You should sleep too."

"Oh! Yeah yeah. Of course. It's quite late."

"It was nice meeting you Hannah Clayton." Amara opened the door to her apartment.

"I liked it too."

"Good night." Amara said goodbye.

"Yeah good night."

In the end Amara smiled and disappeared behind the door. Leaving Sparrow alone in the hallway, with a goofy smile and a hand raised as if she wanted to go after her.

When everything fell silent Hannah sighed and her smile disappeared. A strange feeling of loneliness invaded her inside.

She shook her head and walked into Connor's apartment.

"What the fuck are you thinking Han?" She muttered to herself as she realized how agitated her mind was because of Amara. She didn't even know her. She was a stranger. 

The apartment was empty, no one was there. Connor would probably spend the night outside. She kicked the boots off her feet and took off her shirt and pants on the way to her room.

She ended up lying down on her corresponding bed. Looking at the ceiling. Thinking about what had happened today. Her face still hurt. That made her smile. In the end she sighed and closed her eyes trying to calm her thoughts.

Unconsciously wishing to meet Amara again, she ended up letting herself be carried away by the tide of sleep, falling deeply asleep.

___________

Several days passed, Hannah met Amara in the elevator a few times, they chatted for a moment and then parted ways.

Connor told her that Amara had been his neighbor for a couple of years, and that she became a very close friend.

"And that interest in her Han? Have you fallen in love?"

"Shut the fuck up, Connor."

"Haha I'm just saying you have nothing to lose by trying."

A week passed like this, with short encounters in the elevator. Amara always smiled at her and stopped to talk to her. At least she was no longer looking at her strangely as if she had seen a weirdo. That was progress.

Now Hannah was in the parking lot of the apartment block with her brother. She had her hands in the engine of Connor's car. According to him, it made strange noises.

"Damn it Connor, the engine belt is destroyed. When was the last time you changed it."

Connor was leaning against the side of the car with his arms crossed, watching his sister work.

"Well I don’t know."

"This car was dad's, it has more than 150,000 km on it. It's older than you and me combined." Hannah raised her head to look at her brother.

"AND?"

Hannah looked at him like her brother really was an idiot.

"The timing belt has to be changed every 100,000 kilometers, idiot."

"Hey, you're the expert, I'm not." Connor defended himself.

Hannah sighed.

"I'm going to go buy a new timing belt this afternoon."

Suddenly a pair of heels was heard approaching in the distance.

"Hey guys." Amara walked past the Clayton siblings.

Hannah couldn't help but notice the incredible dress Amara was wearing. It was black, short, tight to the body, showing off firm, long legs. The black accentuated her tattoos.

Connor discreetly kicked Sparrow's boot. Hannah glared at him while Connor smirked and winked at her.

"Amara, dear! How are you? On your way to work?" Connor walked up to her and gave her a quick hug.

"That's right, debts and bills won't pay themselves." Amara sighed, reciprocating the hug.

A small wave of childish jealousy hit Hannah. But she didn't say anything.

"What are you two up to?" Amara asked separating herself from Connor.

"Hannah is checking my car. It's been making strange noises for several days."

Amara studied Hannah with a look that made the taller girl's legs tremble.

"Ah. Do you know about cars? Like Connor?" Amara asked.

Hannah straightened her back and wiped her hands on an old rag.

"I know how to sell cars. Hannah knows how to repair them. She's a mechanic."

"That's interesting." Amara smiled without taking her eyes off Hannah. "I think mine has some problem with the steering. It doesn't turn very well."

"I can take a look at it when you have free time."

"That sounds good."

Connor looked at them both as if he were watching a tennis match, a mischievous smile on his face. Oh he knew very well what he had to do.

"Well! I have to go, I have an appointment with a client and I can't cancel it."

Hannah raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"You didn't tell me you had work today."

"Well, sis. I don't need to tell you everything I do in my life." He patted Hannah's shoulder and winked. "Amara, love, it's been a pleasure seeing you today. I hope work goes well."

"See you around, Connor." Amara said goodbye.

And before Hannah could reproach, Connor was already gone. Leaving Hannah and Amara alone.

Hannah could have felt a little nervous. The silence was too uncomfortable for her so she pretended to pay attention to the engine. She heard Amara approach.

"I didn't know you were a mechanic." Amara commented.

"Yeah, well... My family is quite linked to cars. My father was a mechanic, and my older brother and I followed in his footsteps. I run a small garage with my brother in Switzerland."

"That sounds interesting."

There was another silence. Hannah didn't like silence, she felt that at any moment Amara would get bored and leave.

Oh god Hannah what are you thinking? Amara has to leave, she has to go to work. Work…

"Do you want me to take a look at it?"

Great Hannah…

"Mh?" Amara looked at her confused.

"To the car. I can do it in a moment. Or at least see what it's about." Then she rubbed the back of her neck and looked away. "If you have free time of course."

"Sure. I still have time." Amara lied. She was in a hurry, but she didn't care, her boss could wait a little longer.

Sparrow nodded and closed the hood of Connor's car.

"Which one is your car?"

Sparrow followed Amara a few meters until they reached an old and somewhat dilapidated car.

Hannah whistled in surprise.

"I think your car has more problems than just the steering. In fact I don't know if it will pass the next technical inspection." Sparrow examined the car, it was a gem from the past that needed to be retired, it was barely in one piece. "Have you thought about changing it?"

Amara thought about the answer a little.

"I can't afford it and I'm too fond of that car to get rid of it so easily."

Sparrow found something hidden behind those beautiful brown eyes. There was a story behind that car so she simply nodded.

“Then it'll be better if I take a look at it. Maybe it’s not that bad.”

She lay face up on the ground and crawled until she was right under the car.

“Let's see…” Hannah took out a small flashlight and began examining the pieces.

Amara stood watching, admiring, even enjoying the views. Hannah's shirt had risen slightly showing part of her abdomen. Amara bit her lower lip unconsciously. She realized that there were also scars on that part of the body. A wave of curiosity overtook her, but she said nothing.

“The axle seems to be fine, there is rust and some dents but nothing serious that could affect the steering of the car.” Hannah commented, getting out from under the vehicle and standing up. She pointed to the door that led to the driver's seat. “Do you mind if I look inside?”

“Oh! Sure." Amara took out the keys and unlocked the car.

Hannah got into the car and sat in the driver's seat. She started checking some things.

“I think I already found the problem. It's the steering wheel. It is too loose or not properly adjusted to the steering column.”

Amara crossed her arms and leaned against the car.

"And what does it mean?" She asked looking into Hannah's eyes.

“It means I could fix it in an afternoon. I only need a few tools and there would be no need to take it to a mechanic.” Hannah responded by getting out of the car and resting her elbow on the roof of the vehicle.

Amara sighed in relief.

Hannah watched her for a moment. Hesitating whether to say something or not. But in the end she ended up saying it.

Living only happens once.

“But…” Hannah spoke again making Amara look up. “My services aren’t free.” she smiled sideways.

Amara's smile spread but she looked away. She snorted and reconnected her gaze with Hannah.

"How much are we talking about?" Amara supported her weight at first.

“Mmm…” Sparrow thought a little “ a dinner?”

It took Amara a little while to react but she ended up letting out a giggle that sounded incredibly sweet to Hannah.

“Is that what you ask for in return?” Amara raised an eyebrow. She looked more relaxed.

"It's too much? “We can leave it for coffee if you want.”

Amara bit her lip again and shook her head. A light blush rose to her cheeks. Hannah's heart skipped a beat.

“No, dinner sounds good. “I just… I didn’t think you’d ask me out on a date in exchange for fixing my car.”

“Well… money is too boring sometimes.” Hannah shrugged.

“I wasn't talking about money.” Amara continued smiling despite the conversation. It was like Hannah always gave him that goofy smile. She didn't dislike him.

“Oh no?”

Amara chuckled and shook her head.

"It doesn't matter." Amara took a step forward, standing inches from Hannah. She was wearing heels but Hannah was still taller. She e motioned with her finger for Hannah to lower her head a little. The taller one obeyed and Amara took the opportunity to leave a tender kiss on her cheek. “Thank you for checking my car, Hannah.” Amara thanked in a honeyed, almost flirtatious tone.

Hannah froze at that very moment. She never thought lips could feel so soft. How a single kiss could make her fall to her knees as if someone had shot her in the heart. But this time it was a shot that did feel good.

"Tonight. “Come pick me up at the club when I finish work.” Amara turned and walked towards her car, swaying her hips.

“But by the time you finish work it will be too late, all the restaurants will be closed.” Hannah responded confused.

Amara turned around just before getting into her car and flashed a mischievous smile.

“Then surprise me. By the way, I don't eat meat."

And without saying anything else, she got into the car, started and drove away, leaving Hannah with the word in her mouth.

And now what was she going to do?

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Hannah parked in front of the club. She turned off the engine and took the keys out of the ignition. She stopped for a moment to think. She realized that she was nervous, terribly nervous. On no mission was she as nervous as she is now. She was always ready for anything, she wasn't afraid of death, bullets or fire. And now a simple date made her legs tremble.

She wanted to laugh. She had known Amara for a few weeks and was already making her laugh like a schoolgirl.

She took the helmet off her head and shook her hair a little. She got off the bike and adjusted the backpack on her back.

She opened the door to the club and entered. The guard at the door never took his eyes off Hannah, judging what she was doing there and whether she was going to cause problems in the club.

The place was illuminated by Neon lights. There were people sitting on the couches and on the tables, admiring the dancers who moved sensually around the pole, doing pirouettes and acrobatics, moving their bodies fluidly and slowly.

Hannah still wasn't used to that environment. She had never been in a place like this. She still remembered her old teammates from the Swiss armed forces, they always joked about going to a strip club after going out for a few beers all together. Hannah was never interested in that.

She realized that she was in the middle and was starting to get in the way of people passing by. So she approached the bar and sat on one of the high stools, leaving her backpack on the floor between her boots. A barwoman approached Sparrow as soon as she sat down.

"What do you want to drink?"

Hannah looked up.

"Oh no. Nothing thanks. I have to drive and I’m waiting for someone.”

The girl raised an eyebrow.

“Oh. Are you a client? Are you waiting for one of the girls?”

"No. I’m not—..."

Suddenly a sudden change of music interrupted her. Hannah turned and saw that the neon lights and spotlights had focused on a platform.

People began to cheer and clap excitedly. The music became slow, sensual, sexy. The silhouette of a woman appeared on the platform, there were too many people sitting around and standing, Hannah had a hard time seeing who it was. So she stood up, raising her head above those of the rest.

And that's when she felt her heart speed up, her pupils get bigger and her breathing hitch.

Amara was on top of that stage, ready to leave everyone drooling, the show was hers, as were the hearts and wallets of those who were there. She was twirling around the dancing pole in dangerously high heels. Hannah wondered how she could move so well in that type of footwear. Amara followed the rhythm of the music, running her hands over her almost naked body. A tiny bikini full of diamonds that covered just what was necessary and left nothing to the imagination. The lights highlighted the perfect makeup, her skin, her tattoos that hugged her arms, legs and back.

Everyone was cheering her, whistling and throwing bills at her while Amara did incredible pirouettes on the bar, some of which seemed impossible for Amara to stay there, defying gravity. The show was pure sensuality.

Hannah was unable to blink, she didn't want to look away even for a moment, she could barely keep her mouth closed.

She still wondered how she had gotten a date with a woman like her. She didn't even know how she got it.

“You must be Hannah.” A female voice forced her to look away from what for her was paradise.

A blonde woman wearing an outfit similar to Amara's had approached her.

"How do you know my name?" Hannah asked over the music.

“Amara doesn't stop talking about you. I'm Ashley. We met a few weeks ago. “When the girl up there almost broke your nose.” Ashley pointed at Amara who was still dancing on the platform.

Hannah remembered the girl Amara talked to that day she first walked into the club.

"I remember you."

“This is Amara's last show, then her turn will be over. I’ll take you to a quieter place so you can wait for her there.” Ashley offered.

Hannah had to admit that all those people were starting to wear her down quite a bit. She didn't like big crowds, she wasn't used to that. So she agreed, grabbed the backpack again and followed Ashley to some armchairs separated from the rest, in a corner of the large room. There were armchairs in the shape of a circle with a table in the middle, they seemed much more comfortable. The music was still loud but at least she wasn't surrounded by people who wouldn't stop pushing.

“You will be better here.”

"Thank you." Hannah nodded and placed her backpack and helmet on the couch. She also took off her jacket and left it with the rest.

She waited patiently, although she was nervous, it was her first date with Amara and she wanted everything to be perfect. While waiting she could hear the giggles and comments of other dancers. They seemed to be whispering about her, she tried to ignore them but eventually she got fed up and gave them a threatening look. When she looked at both women she realized that they weren’t making fun of her but rather they were smiling flirtatiously and biting their lower lip.

“You're the big girl from the other day~! Why don't you come spend a little time with us, dear? I won't charge you anything, your pretty face and those big arms are enough for me~…” One of the dancers flirted by resting both elbows on the bar, accentuating her breasts.

The other woman giggled.

Hannah stood there watching as both dancers ogled her. Not really knowing what to say, she wasn't used to that kind of compliment.

“Huh…” 

“Did the cat eat your tongue?” Do you want me to give it back to you?”

“Sophie, Tayla, you are next.” Amara's voice was like a divine apparition arriving at the perfect time to save Hannah.

Amara finally arrived, she was wearing the same dress as that same afternoon, black, tight, stunning. She hadn't looked up yet, she was checking to make sure she had all her belongings inside her purse.

“Ooh~...Are you going to steal our fun Amara?” One of the girls pouted. "You are jealous?"

“If you want the money to keep raining you can get on that stage and move your ass.” Amara said with a serious tone.

Both girls rolled their eyes and walked away. Amara sighed and approached Sparrow.

"Sorry. Those two are really scandalous.” She sighed, looking tired from work.

Hannah smiled. Even though she was extremely tired, Amara looked incredible. She still couldn't get that incredible dance out of her head.

"It doesn't matter. Are you ready?" Hannah asked.

Amara looked up. She noticed that Hannah had subtly dressed up for her. She liked her style. It suited her very well.

"Of course. Come on." Amara smiled.

“After you, ma lady.” Sparrow said as she grabbed the jacket and her belongings.

Amara chuckled and they both left the strip club.

Amara already knew Sparrow's motorcycle so she approached it without thinking too much. Hannah did the same and pulled a second helmet out of her backpack.

“This time I came more prepared.” Hannah said as she offered the helmet to her.

Amara accepted it and put it on.

“Where are you taking me to dinner?” Amara asked curiously.

"It's a surprise. You don’t want to ruin the surprise, do you?” Hannah answered. She put on her helmet too and got on the motorcycle.

Like the first time she offered her hand to help Amara, who gladly accepted it. Hannah's heart always skipped a beat when her skin came into contact with Amara's, it was like a tingle that turned into a pleasant chill down her spine. She was unable to hide the blush that burned on her cheeks, luckily the helmet covered her face.

Amara got on the bike too, right behind Hannah.

“Do you have anything else in your backpack?” Amara asked, eyeing the backpack hanging from Sparrow's shoulders.

“I'm not going to say anything about it.” She answered with a mischievous smile.

“Hannah Clayton… What are you up to?” Amara asked suspiciously.

How sweet her name sounded between those lips...

"As I said." Hannah turned her face to look at the other woman, “I'm not going to say anything.” This time with a lower tone, even seductive one could say.

That caused Amara to bite her bottom lip, something tickling her lower belly. Too bad Hannah couldn't see it because of the helmet.

Hannah started the engine and Amara took that as a cue to wrap both arms around Sparrow's torso. Unfortunately there was a backpack in the middle and she couldn't feel the body heat of the tallest one, she was starting to get cold, she would surely ask for the jacket again. She loved that jacket.

Sparrow started and drove away. She drove for a while, leaving the narrow streets of Hull and starting to drive towards the outskirts of the city. Amara had no idea where she was taking her, a feeling of excitement settled in her stomach.

Hannah got out onto the highway and then took another road that began to climb up a small mountain, the road began to wind, becoming narrower and tighter.

Finally they reached the top of that small mountain.

"Okay. We’ve arrived." Hannah announced taking off her helmet.

Amara looked around, the road ended in a small parking lot and the rest were grassy hills and some meadows.

“Why did you bring me here?” Amara asked curiously, taking off her helmet as well.

Hannah rubbed the back of her neck, somewhat embarrassed.

“I thought… after all the noise and people at the club you might like to eat somewhere quiet.”

“In the middle of nowhere? Hannah, it's dark!” She chuckled.

Hannah didn't know if it had been a good decision to bring her here. Maybe a restaurant would have been better, one that was open until after midnight perhaps.

“But… it is a quiet place.” Amara watched the site with a smile.

That calmed Hannah's nerves a little.

Hannah got off the bike and helped Amara off as well. She left both helmets on the motorcycle and started walking towards the small mountain. Hannah turned around and realized that it was difficult for Amara to walk across the grass in those heels. So she approached her.

“Maybe I had to come in different clothes— HANNAH!” Amara exclaimed when she suddenly couldn't feel her feet on the ground anymore. Hannah carried Amara in her arms.

Amara had to put her arms around Hannah's neck for fear of falling.

"It's better this way. That way you won’t break your heels.” Hannah mentioned with a smile and continued walking with Amara in her arms.

When the shock passed, Amara began to laugh. That seemed like the most unusual date she had had in a long time. Her cheeks had turned red and her heart was jumping with excitement.

Hannah walked until she reached the other side of the mountain, away from the lights of Hull. It was a small, round mountain, not very steep.

When she thought she had reached the right place she gently placed Amara on the ground. She also put down her backpack and began to take out various things. She also took out a jacket and handed it to Amara.

“I knew you were going to forget to bring something for the cold.” Hannah said as she handed her the jacket.

Amara smiled. “I think you're starting to get to know me.” she said as she put on her jacket.

"Only a little. “I only know how to observe.”

Amara watched as Hannah set everything up until she realized what it was about.

"A picnic? Under the moonlight? How romantic~…” Amara sat on the tablecloth and looked at the food in front of her. “It's a shame there's no moon.”

“That's the good thing.” Hannah smiled.

Amara didn't quite understand it until Hannah pointed her finger at the sky. She looked up and as soon as she saw it, her lips opened in amazement. Now that they were far from the city and the light wasn’t in the way. A blanket of stars stretched across the sky, countless tiny dots wherever she looked. She had never seen so many stars together.

“Oh wow…” she murmured in amazement and unable to look away.

"Incredible right?" Hannah mentioned, but she wasn't looking at the stars, but at Amara.

“It's beautiful… I've never seen so many stars together.”

“And there are even more stars, but we would have to go further to see them all.”

They spent some time looking at the stars, Hannah showed her constellations and the most important stars or those closest to the earth. Amara listened attentively but also had her eyes lost in that spectacle of billions of small lights.

Finally Amara's stomach made an appearance and they decided to start eating. Hannah took out a small portable lantern so that they at least had a little light and it was easier to see.

They ate, enjoying every bite, the conversation flowed easily. In the end, when they finished eating, they turned off the lantern and stayed lying on the grass. It wasn't too cold, but it wasn't hot either. Autumn was beginning to appear.

“I have never seen so many stars together.” Amara murmured still amazed.

Hannah smiled.

“This isn’t even half of the stars in the sky.”

“Have you seen more?” Amara looked away from the sky to look at Hannah.

"oh yes At the base camp of Everest, Or at the top of Lhotse, or Mont Blanc…” she began to wander through her memories.

"Wait wait!" Amara sat up and looked at Hannah with an expression of disbelief. “Were you on Everest?!”

Hannah was somewhat taken by surprise but remembered that she had never spoken to Amara about that part of her life.

“Oh!” Hannah chuckled. “Haven't I told you? I am a climber. My brother and I hold six historical climbing records.”

"What?!" Amara rested both hands on Hannah's biceps and moved closer, completely surprised. "Are you kidding?! Why didn’t you ever tell me?!”

“W-well. I never had a chance to tell you.” Hannah blushed and rubbed the back of her neck, all that attention and admiration making her nervous.

She told some stories about her ascents to the highest mountains in the world, the risks she had taken, the funny anecdotes or even the most dangerous moments, but always avoiding the K2 accident. Amara listened attentively to the stories. Like a little girl being told an extraordinary adventure. His eyes sparkled with curiosity. She never thought that something like that would attract so much attention. Maybe because they were adventures so far from home and from places she had never heard of.

“Although my older brother is the famous one of the two. The one that appears on the covers of magazines and in the news. The unstoppable Nathan Clayton” Hannah laughed. “I'm just his climbing partner. Although between you and me… I have more records than him, I only let him take the credit and fame.”

“And what about your fame?” Amara asked curiously.

“I don't like the attention. Many people tend to climb for fame and money. As if it were a competition about who is the fastest or who takes the most dangerous route. I like to approach climbing with a different philosophy.”

Hannah told a half-truth. It was true that she hated the pressure that came with being a world famous climber like her brother was. Always having to reach higher and faster, risking your own life in front of millions of eyes, waiting for your next achievement. But she also had to protect her identity and her people, she was a soldier in one of the best special operations forces. She had to keep a low profile, almost anonymous, to protect herself and her family and friends. She didn't want her enemies to be able to find her so easily just by searching her name in the newspapers. In fact, she expressly asked her brother to never mention her in reports or interviews, Hannah's world records went to Nathan, her glory and achievements were given to Nathan. Even though Nathan didn't like it, he respected his sister's decision. People believed that Nathan climbed alone, no one knew of his sister's presence on the expeditions. Only very close family and friends of Hannah knew about it.

“So… a world-class professional climber but hates fame and money.” Amara summarized. “You are becoming more and more interesting, Hannah Clayton.” Amara smiled flirtatiously.

“What can I say, I'm full of surprises.” Hannah smiled and shrugged.

Amara chuckled.

“Now I understand where this is coming from.” Amara squeezed Hannah's bicep lightly. “You have to be a big, strong girl to climb those mountains, huh?”

Hannah laughed nervously and looked away trying to hide her obvious blush.

“It's not that big of a deal…”

“Mhm…” Amara rolled her eyes. She liked that nervous expression on Hannah's face. She liked watching her try to stay calm, when she was clearly a nervous, babbling mess. “No wonder you could beat up that pair of filthy soldiers.” Amara sighed and looked toward the dark horizon. “It's always the same with those bastards, they always do what they want, without caring about the consequences… without caring about the harm they do to people…”

There was silence. Hannah wanted to talk but she felt a little unsure, maybe she was entering dangerous territory.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" Hannah asked a little cautiously.

Amara turned curiously to Hannah. She thought about it for a moment but ended up answering.

"Shoot."

“Why do you hate soldiers so much? It seems… something personal.”

Amara bit the inside of her cheek. And she thought about her answer.

“I don't like to generalize things. Put all the people in the same bag, you know? But always... people who work in the military, especially soldiers, are the worst customers. They think they can touch me, and use me like a cheap whore. I don't offer those services! They destroy everything, there are always fights within the club because of them. You've already seen the type of clients we have. It's better not to mess with them. But they believe they can do whatever they want, because they supposedly give their lives for this shitty country. And even though they destroy everything we must thank them for their services.” She sighed and shook her head. She was biting her lower lip and staring at the horizon. Her mind was probably somewhere else.

Hannah felt a pang in her chest. It was true that there were idiots everywhere, in the army, in the S.A.S and even in the Swiss Armed Forces. Nobody could deny that. But was Hannah really like that? Was she also abusing her position as a soldier? What would Amara think of her if she found out that she was a soldier too? She would surely hate her. And everything they had built together, no matter how small, would fall apart and Hannah would lose her.

A feeling of insecurity washed over her. She didn't want to lose Amara, at least not yet. Hannah wanted to treat herself to being with someone. Even if everything only remained a beautiful friendship. Enjoy the beautiful things until the bomb explodes.

“There’s something else… Right?” Hannah deduced from Amara's expression.

Amara swallowed and looked down at her hands nervously. Her fingers played with the black polish on her long nails. She took a breath and began to explain.

“When I was twelve years old… I lived with my parents in London. One night my mother and I went to visit my father at his work office. He had been working for a long time and we wanted to surprise him.” she took a breath, her hands shaking. “Someone decided that that building in the middle of central London would be a good place for a terrorist attack. “Someone detonated explosives and half the building collapsed.” She sighed, trying to stay calm. “There was a lot of noise and everything suddenly went dark.”

“Amara, you don't have to tell me this…” Sparrow interrupted, seeing how much this was affecting her.

Hannah just wanted to have a good time with her, she didn't want to wake up old demons.

"It's ok. I have never talked about this and I think I need to get it out of me.” Amara tried to smile but it remained in a sad face. “A group of soldiers found us in the rubble, they looked like they were from the military police or something similar. My parents were trapped under a huge piece of concrete, I was small enough that they could pull me out of the cracks, but not my parents. I listened to them... They talked about how there was nothing to do, that they couldn't get them out of there, there was no time. I begged them to help them but no one listened to me. Those soldiers were too busy arguing. When suddenly… The team leader pulled out a gun and fired twice.”

Sparrow's heart stopped.

"What?"

Amara's lip began to tremble. She shrugged her shoulders.

“That man justified himself by saying that it was an act of mercy.” Suddenly she shook her head. All that sadness turned into anger. “That supposed act of mercy ruined my life. Do you think that man cared what happened to me after he pulled the trigger? No. He didn't give a shit. That's what we are to them, numbers, setbacks, collateral damage. They don't care about us at all, they talk about saving us but we are just another excuse for them to hang more medals on their chests."

Sparrow stood thoughtfully, looking Amara in the eyes. She could see the anger and sadness welling up in those beautiful eyes. Her heart was beating very fast.

She would hate me if she found out what I am. 

“I'm sorry I made you remember that.” Hannah apologized.

Amara's anger lessened, her eyes softening as she saw Hannah's worried expression. With those big brown puppy eyes...

“It's okay Han. I don’t know why but I feel like I can trust you.” Amara looked at the sky again. “I have carried this burden alone for too long.”

Hannah nodded.

They stayed for a while longer until it was too late. They both got up and picked up their things. They returned to the motorcycle.

Amara put her hands in the pockets of the jacket Hannah lent her. It smelled like her, it was pleasant, that aroma seemed to protect her from the cold. Then she noticed what Hannah was doing.

"What are you doing?" She asked curiously, approaching the one from behind, who was kneeling near her motorcycle.

Thanks to a screwdriver that Hannah had in her backpack, she managed to unscrew the motorcycle's license plate. Then she put everything in her backpack, including the license plate.

“Just in case.” Hannah stood up and winked at her.

Amara raised an eyebrow.

“Removing the license plate is a crime Hannah. What are you up to?”

“I thought we could make the trip home more… fun.” Hannah smiled with mock innocence.

Amara was silent for a few seconds but when she understood it she chuckled.

“I knew you had been so good on the road for too long.”

“Come on, what is life without a little adrenaline?” Hannah tilted her head, using her puppy eyes to try to convince her.

Amara rolled her eyes. She bit her lower lip, it was difficult for her to refuse those little brown eyes.

"Do you trust me?" Hannah asked walking up to her and holding out her hand.

Amara looked at that large hand, calloused but warm. Whenever she felt those hands on her body she felt safe. Amara sighed and ended up nodding. Hannah's smile widened.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Amara took Hannah's hand.

Sparrow guided her to the side of the bike and helped her on.

“I would never put you in a dangerous situation that I cannot control.” Hannah responded, handing her the helmet.

She accepted the helmet and put it on. Sparrow did the same and got on the bike. She then handed the backpack to Amara.

“Could you do me a favor, love?”

Amara hoisted her backpack onto her back.

"Sure."

Hannah nodded.

"Hold on."

The shorter one laughed excitedly.

"Yes ma'am"

Amara hugged Hannah's torso and rested her chin on her shoulder.

Sparrow started the motorcycle and accelerated. She drove at a leisurely speed through the curves of the mountain until she reached the highway. Due to the time it was there were no cars on the road. They had free rein.

Hannah turned to look at Amara.

"Ready?"

Amara looked at that dark visor, she couldn't see through them but she knew there was a mischievous smile behind it.

“Let's do it!” she answered excitedly.

She pressed her body further against Hannah's back and held on tighter.

Hannah didn't hesitate to accelerate, making the engine of her Kawasaki Ninja 10x-zr roar loudly. Upgrading the gears periodically to increase speed. She pressed her chest against the bike, crouching as low as she could to avoid air resistance as much as possible. Amara did the same, leaning her chest against Hannah's back as much as she could. Hannah's shoulders were wide enough to cover Amara from the wind.

In the curves the bike leaned so much that Sparrow's knee could almost touch the asphalt.

Adrenaline coursed through Amara's veins until it settled like a heavy stone in the pit of her stomach. The wind, the speed, the noise of the engine. All of this made her senses go on alert. She was sure they had already exceeded any speed limit. 160? 180k? 200km/h? Maybe more. And she had a feeling that that wasn’t the maximum speed.

Afraid? Of course she was afraid. But just enough to enjoy the moment. In a burst of emotion and euphoria she began to laugh and scream.

"Wooooo hahaha!"

Hannah had to stay focused on the road but her heart was beating euphorically with joy. How long had it been since she'd last driven like this?

In Zermatt the curves were tighter and there was a lack of long straight roads that would allow the full potential of the engine to be unleashed. It was the typical Swedish mountain landscape. Hannah loved drifting down those narrow roads but she really missed being able to accelerate that fast.

When they entered the city, Hannah slowed slightly but it was still dangerously high. The city lights reflected on the black of the motorcycle and on the helmets. The noise of the engine bounced between the buildings, surely the sleeping people had woken up enraged.

Suddenly the flash of bright blue lights and the sound of police sirens brought the sergeant out of her thoughts.

Hannah looked back for a moment and saw three police cars chasing them. Perhaps she had made too much of a racket on the streets of Hull.

“Hannah!” Amara saw them too.

“Are we going to chicken out now?” Sparrow asked.

Amara laughed. Fuck all.

"Of course not!"

Hannah chuckled, put both hands on the handlebars of the bike, and accelerated again. The engine roared again and the distance between the police cars increased. But the police seemed to be persistent and wouldn’t give up.

They spent a long time with the police stepping on their toes. Hannah skidded, made turns, trying to throw them off but she was unsuccessful. Sometimes police cars would try to cross her path to stop her or catch her later, but Hannah always managed to avoid them.

In one last skid where she was able to separate herself from the police enough to lose sight of her for a few seconds, she found a narrow, dark alley between two buildings. She skidded to the brakes and they hid inside the alley. She quickly turned off the lights and the engine, becoming completely silent, merging with the darkness of the place.

Both women watched as the police cars passed by, looking for them, without having the slightest idea that they had been left behind, that they had lost them.

When the danger had passed and everything was quiet, with only the police sirens in the distance, Hannah was finally able to relax her shoulders.

“I think we're safe now.”

Suddenly Amara started laughing.

Hannah turned around confused. She couldn't see Amara's face because of the helmet but at least her ears were blessed with her sweet laughter.

“And what do you think is so funny, huh?” Hannah laughed infectiously.

"My God! I thought they were going to catch up to us! Hahaha!” Amara continued laughing because of the adrenaline that was still in her veins.

“Did you doubt my driving skills that much?” Hannah asked pretending to be offended, but her laughter gave her away.

“I've never had so much fun! Haha! I thought we were going to crash at any moment!” Amara shook Sparrow's shoulders. “I almost had a heart attack.”

Hannah laughed, relieved that Amara had fun.

A few long minutes passed and they made sure there was no more danger nearby, then Hannah drove home, this time at a more appropriate speed.

They arrived at the apartment block and Amara opened the door to her apartment. Hannah stood waiting, hands in her jacket pockets.

Before entering Amara turned around.

“Thank you for this night. It's been... Amazing” Amara sighed with a smile on her lips.

Hannah rubbed the back of her neck nervously, looking in another direction.

"Was nothing. I loved spending time with you.” Hannah's cheeks turned slightly reddish.

Amara took out a piece of paper and a pen from her purse, jotted something down quickly, and handed it to Hannah.

Sparrow raised her eyebrows, confused but accepted it, there was a phone number written down.

“On the next date it will be my turn to choose the place.” Amara smiled flirtatiously.

“Uh sure.” Hannah's heart was pounding.

Amara sighed, still keeping the smile on her lips, since she had gotten off the motorcycle she couldn't get it off her face. She took a step forward and motioned with her finger for Hannah to lower her head. Hannah obeyed, believing she would leave another kiss on her cheek. That was all Sparrow needed to end the night, all it took to make her poor heart burst.

At first that was the plan, but Amara decided to change her mind. Fuck it. She decided to listen to what her heart asked of hee. She placed a soft kiss on Hannah's lips. A short, shy kiss, but bold enough to send a clear message.

“Good night Han~” Amara smiled, separating from the kiss and leaving for her apartment, closing the door behind her. Leaving Hannah completely in shock.

What has happened? Had she kissed her?

What?

She touched her lips unconsciously. She could still feel the softness of Amara's lips. The tenderness of the kiss. Her knees began to tremble, neither on the climbs to the most dangerous mountains, nor on the missions where she was about to die, nor on the times she had driven at more than 230 km/h had she felt as much adrenaline and nerves as now.

Her face turned completely red. She had to cover her face with both hands. She was there, standing like an idiot in front of Amara's apartment. But she felt like the happiest person in the world.

"Shit…"

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Hiiii do you think you could do a Nathan young x an easily flustered reader? Somebody who would easily fall for his charm

hi baby, i'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you like it, and I apologise for how short it is.

summary - nathan goes out of his way to make you flustered.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You could feel your cheeks heat up as your eyes connected to Nathan’s from across the community centre. You quickly look away and continue to paint the wall in front of you. “Oi, pretty girl!” You ignore him, not wanting him to see how flustered you get from his words alone. Nathan whistles, making his way over to you. “Hey, pretty girl, didn’t ya hear me?” His Irish accent filled your ears, causing you to look at him. “There ya go! Finally got ya attention!” He gives you a cheeky smile, enjoying how flustered you get around him. 

“W–what, uh….” You stumble on your words, staring into his pretty eyes. 

“Aw! Pretty girl can’t speak!” Nathan smirks, “Do I get ya all flustered, baby? It’s cause I’m so charming, huh?” You giggle, turning your head away. 

thank you for reading!

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[bisexualnathanyoung]

Like Real People Do

I will not ask you where you came from. I will not ask and neither should you. Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss like real people do.

Fandom: Misfits

Pairing: Nathan Young/Ghost! OC (Stella Jordan)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: toilet humor, death mentions, ghost sex, fingering, (maybe some stuff I missed)

I threw this together over the past couple of days, mainly at midnight. @sheehalloween : Ghosts with a bit of Kinktober maybe? This was honestly kind of a laugh. I have more stuff written about this OC, but I didn’t have it ready in time to post. Let me know what you think!

“It’s so weird I can touch you, and no one else can,” Nathan said, intertwining his fingers with her.

She squeezed his hand, “you’re the only thing I can get a proper grip on. You’re my anchor. Reminding me I’m still around. It’s so stupid. I can’t throw shit around, but I also can’t walk through walls.”

He shrugged, “this powers shit is all dumb. You just look like a person. You’re just my girlfriend, but no it’s like fuckin’ Casper in here.”

“Is your dead mum gonna turn me into a real girl for one night only?” she smiled.

“My mum’s not dead,” was all he said.

“Ah. Not Casper then,” she said and laid her head on his shoulder.

“Guess not,” he replied, “how do I even know you’re real? What if I’ve just lost it?”

“I know I’m real,” she said.

“You would say that,” he responded, “I guess it’d look weird enough if anyone catches me kissing air, and I’m not hurting anybody, so I guess it doesn’t matter if you’re real or not.”

“You could always ask your friends if they can see something like this,” she lightly pulled a piece of his hair out of place.

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea. I hear them whispering. I think they think I’ve lost it,” he frowned.

“Why shouldn’t they believe you? All the stuff with the storm. They should believe you,” she said.

“You’d think,” he said and laid back on the mattress.

She threw a leg over him and straddled him.

“Woah there, ghostie,” he responded.

She leaned over him and kissed him, placing her hands on the sides of either side of him. It was so weird how her hair tickled the sides of his face. How warm her lips felt. How his cock started to harden at the weight of her on his lap. She felt so alive. She looked so alive. To him, she didn’t look any different than any other girl he could’ve been with. And yet Stella Jordan was dead and buried, but, at the same time, Nathan also had a grave in that very cemetery. He’d died more than she had. But everybody could see him. And he had to eat and piss and shit, and she didn’t. She still breathed. She was corporeal to him, at least.

He raised his hand to her chest and grabbed her breast, momentarily forgetting his initial purpose of bringing his hand up to her.

She gasped.

“You like that?” he smirked.

She nodded, and he brought his other hand up to her other breast and squeezed. She began to rock her hips, rubbing against him. He ran his thumbs across her hardened nipples. She never wore a bra anymore. She didn’t have to when Nathan was the only one who could see her. He didn’t mind. He preferred it that way.

She moaned and continued to rub herself up against him as he became fully erect in his clothes.

“Wait,” he said, and she stopped, “this had a purpose.”

“Yeah, making me feel good,” she said and held one of his hands that were still on her breast.

He moved his hand in between her breasts to feel her racing heart. Her heart was beating, and she was breathing. Almost heavily.

“Your heart,” he said.

“What about it?” she said, impatiently beginning to rub up against him again.

“It’s beating,” he continued.

“Yeah, is yours?” She knew her heart still beat. She didn’t think about it much. She placed her hand on his chest, moving her hips against him again, “it is.”

“If your heart is beating, and you’re breathing; and you’re like… cognitively there, or whatever,” he said, “wouldn’t you technically be alive?”

She shrugged, “whatever makes you feel better… living dead girl” she wiggled her arms in his face.

He rolled his eyes and ran his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. He brought her into a deep kiss. She continued to rub herself against him.

They snogged with an intensity like never before. They hadn’t had sex with anyone since before they died, and Nathan died at least a month before Stella had. She’d spent nearly every moment with him. They’d kissed before. They’d masturbate together, but something about fucking her, knowing she had died, was very weird to Nathan, but he’d had enough evidence. She was alive to him, and that’s all that mattered. And, God, did he make her feel alive.

His tongue explored her mouth as he thrusted upward despite the layers of clothes separating them. She moaned as she rubbed against him. She pulled away from him and began to kiss his neck. He let out a soft moan.

“Fuck me. Please,” she whined in his ear. He moaned again. He pulled her shirt off. It was weird how her clothes worked. She was supposed to be a ghost, but her bra just sat in his locker. They didn’t think about it very often.

He grabbed her breasts again.

“Oh, fuck,” he said. He was worried about cumming in his pants. She pulled his shirt off. She moved off of him and laid next to him on the mattress. He pulled off her jeans and knickers. There was already a large wet spot in her panties.

He quickly pushed two fingers inside of her, and she moaned out. He curled them inside of her as his thumb found her clit. He satisfied her in the best way he knew how.

She kicked her legs about the bed, moaning and whining, being overwhelmed in the finest ways. She pushed her hips towards him as she clenched around his fingers. She moaned louder and louder as she felt more and more pleasure. She never really felt bad anymore, but she never felt bliss like this either.

She felt it building, building, building. Until she reached the peak of orgasm, the feeling of comfort filling her body. No longer feeling overwhelmed. She was struck with absolute admiration for her man.

“I need you,” she said. She sat up on the mattress, briefly pulling away from him.

She went for his fly, and her hand slipped, clipping through like a glitch, right to his cock.

He gasped, “that’s weird.” It was flesh on flesh, but also flesh on fabric. She wrapped her hand around him, and he quickly tried to shed his remaining clothes, but when he tried his hand bumped into hers. She moved her hand, and Nathan threw everything off.

He practically pounced on her, kissing her again before pushing towards her

Right before he entered her, she said, “wait!”

He sat back on his heels, “don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind… I mean if you have then you have. That’s fine, I’m not tryna say like you have to just because I’m the only person in the world that can touch you.”

She watched him stumble over his words before simply saying, “have you got a condom?”

“Oh,” he responded, “no, but I’ll go get one.” He was so focused on wanting to fuck her, he’d completely forgotten the particularly peculiar circumstances of their relationship. The lady didn’t wanna be fucked raw, so he was gonna get her a condom. He got up, about to walk across the community centre with arse, cock, and balls out to purchase condoms from the machine in the bathroom when he did indeed remember that she was a ghost.

“Hang on,” he said, “do we even need one?”

She pouted, “I don’t want t’ get ghost-pregnant.”

He didn’t question it.

“Fair enough,” he responded, and then proceeded to walk across the community centre with his arse, cock, and balls out to retrieve a pack of 3 condoms from the machine in the bathroom.

Good Nathan thought maybe the nice little walk and the condom will stop me from only lasting all of one second. He went through all the ways he was not going to fuck this up. He didn’t want to ruin their first post-death sex. Something about this just seemed important. He also didn’t want to fuck it up because he didn’t want her to go away. He didn’t know where she could go or what she could do, but he’d gotten used to the idea that she’d be around for a while.

He ran up to her with the condoms in hand. He pulled one off, opened it, and put it on.

“I want you so bad,” she said and spread her legs wide.

“Yeah?” He said, stroking himself before positioning himself at her entrance.

“Yes.”

He slowly pressed into her before thrusting in completely. She pulled him down towards her and wrapped her legs around him as they moaned.

Don’t fuck this up he said to himself Fuck she feels so good, don’t fuck this up don’t- . His thoughts quickly turned to mush. His mind blanked with nothing but thoughts of how gorgeous she was and how good she felt to him.

He recklessly thrusted into her, but she liked it. She was captivated by him. He was all she wanted, forever and ever, the end. She loved how he felt. She loved what he was doing to her. She loved all 37 seconds of it.

He didn’t even think to slow down. He was working on instinct. He had gone way too long without it. He sped up and fucked her through his orgasm. And it was a good fucking orgasm. His head felt like it was spinning for all of five seconds, and then he came back to earth.

He buried his face in her breasts as his cock started to soften inside of her.

“Shit,” he said.

She kissed him on the forehead.

He sighed and sat up. He pulled off the condom, tied it off, and set it to the side.

“I’m sorry, baby, I don’t know what happened,” he laid next to her and put his arm around her.

She snuggled into his chest, “I’m still having a good time, and besides we’ve still got two more condoms.”

#sheehalloween 2022 #I honestly wanted to post my fluff but I finished this first and the day is almost over #nathan young #Nathan young fanfiction #nathan young x oc #oc; Stella Jordan #I apologize if someone else has an OC with the same name they’re not very uncommon names #I didn’t care to check #I just be out here making AUs

[thatbanditqueen]

The Lou Lou Special

An Elvis Presley One Shot

A response to the writing game prompt: “Do you mind? I came in here to get away from other people.”

Warnings: kissing, fluff, Texas? some historical inaccuracies. All the typos. I literally just finished writing this. It is perhaps the fluffiest and most innocent thing I have ever written.

Summary: Lois is away from home, visiting her family in Texas, when her cousins abandon her after an Elvis Presley concert.

7:15 PM, Thursday, June 16, 1955

Midland High School, Midland, Texas

The sun was setting off in the distance, and the warm, rich golden oranges, yellows and pinks of the dusk sky almost made the oil rig silhouettes look beautiful. Even so, Lois wished she was back in Pasadena, getting a malt in Old Town with Jean and Ruby, perhaps talking with some of the older boys from her high school. Or sitting back giggling with Jean as as Ruby flirted and tried to get someone to buy her fries. It had only been three days since she’d been shipped off to Texas, but she was already homesick. She sighed. Right now, Lois would even settle for a night taking her bratty, unbearable her 8-year old brother Ritchie out to a movie. Anything to not be here, stuck with her cousins, a living tribute from her parents to kiss up to Zeyde. Nate’s snickering brought her back to the present, and Lois pressed her hands into the cold brick ledge and turned around to look at her cousin.

Nate sipped from his flask, and handed it to his friend, what was his name, Ralph? Nate’s sister Sharon lit a cigarette and blew her smoke to the side, her dark red lipstick smudged the tip. It reminded Lois how simple her own make up had been, she touched her purse and pulled out her light pink tinted lip pomade, reapplying it with her finger.

“Want some?” Sharon asked, a sneer in her voice as her cigarette ash fell down onto the concrete floor. She thinks she’s so cool and sophisticated now that she’s graduated from high school. Lois was now the only student among the group, Nate worked for Zeyde, and Ralph did something for an oil company. The boys had been in the same grade, and Ralph was much closer to her cousins than she was.

Lois shook her head, and looked back out over the ledge, this time down to the front of the high school, watching groups of other young people, and some of their parents, walking into the entrance below.

Ralph took another swig of the flask and thumped it in Nathan’s chest. He looked at Lois and Sharon, then back at Nate. “We should do down, I wanna get to the front where we can dance with some of the girls.”

With that, Nate led the way off the rooftop and down the stairs to the back of the high school.

Nate’s voice echoed as he called out in the stair. “Dance? Who’s the cat we’re seeing tonight anyhow?”

Ralph bounced to the bottom stair. “Elvis Presley, he’s on the Hayride radio show, but I saw him in Houston with my brother. He’s wild. I bought all his records.”

“Never heard of him,” Lois whispered.

“Don’ you listen to the Lousiana Hayride out there in San Diego?

Lois shook her head, and whispered, “It’s LA actually.”

“What was that?” Ralph asked, but Nate hit him on the shoulder as they turned the corner.

“Don’t pay any attention to her, she doesn’t know anything, she’s barely 16.”

Lois sucked in her tummy, and hung back, trailing behind them while they wound their way through the high school hallways, encountering more and more people as they closed in on the auditorium. Ralph, Sharon and Nate fell in with some friends they recognized, and Lois trailed further behind, listening to them excitedly talk about their summer plans. One girl asked Sharon when she was moving to Austin for college and Lois tuned out Sharon’s exuberant gush about her dorm and her roommate and the new Cadillac convertible Zeyde had bought her. What a brat, if Zeyde knew what you said about him behind his back he’d give you a slap in the face stead of a new car, Lois smiled to herself.  She toyed with the idea of slipping away and seeing if they noticed as the group got farther and farther ahead of her. Several other kids now walked between her and her cousins who had made their way to the front. Lois decided to just hang back and stay, she had no plan for how to get back to the house if she snuck away. So she meandered to a clear spot against the wall, pushed a lock of her dark, brown hair behind her ear and leaned back, picking at her finger nails and scanning across the dark room.Uh. Three more weeks here. I guess I should be happy I got off the ranch tonight, she told herself, thinking of Bubbie back at the main house, probably knitting on the porch or bossing some of the servants around.

The lights dimmed, and the crowd went quiet. Looking around, Lois realized that all the seats were filled, and there must have been fifty people so lined up along the walls, more in the back. I guess this Melvis guy must be popular here in Texas.

A bright light appeared in the center of the stage, and Lois noticed the big bass and drums already set up. A man in a bright silver dinner jacket and suit pants ran out onto the stage to take the mic, and the crowd cheered.

“HeyyyOOO there all you Midlander chicks and chucks! It’s me, Moon Mullican, that handsome rascal who sneaks into your bedroom every night…… on KCEK, that is! Don’t pout, don’t be a lout, daddy’s here and the night is clear for us to have some fun. So stick with me, chickadee, we’re gonna have a party!”

Lois, shook her head to herself, he sounded just as bombastic in his sing songy bantering voice as the radio DJs back home, except with a slight Texas twang. The same twang her mama had been trying to rid herself over the last twenty years in the California sunshine.

Moon’s voice rang out again, and the cheering died down.

“I know he needs no introduction, this boy’s records have been skyrocketing right up the charts. He’s only twenty years old, and has a new distinct musical style. An’ I see all the little gals out there are all ready to scream and shout, with out a doubt, so let’s give a warm Texas welcome to that Hillbilly Cat, that Memphis Flash, ELLLvezzzzzz Presley y’alll!!”

A tall, young man ran out from the wings with a big grin on his face, and Lois gasped at his see-through white lace shirt, tucked into a pair of white dress pants with a silk, pink strip down the side. A guitar hung down at his left hand, and he hit Moon on the shoulder, shaking his hand, then turning to smile at the guys filling out the band behind him. Putting the microphone back into the stand, Elvis slapped his guitar and leaned forward, stuttering and tapping his right foot. He exuded a nervous, excited energy, and his voice was low and deep as it cracked.

“He - he - he - hey y’all, How are ya?” he asked the crowd, and they called back with whoops and claps and cheers. “It’s a real honor to be back here in oil country and play for ya folks. A real honor. I always say, Texas people are, are, the bestest people, an y’all make us feel welcomed an right at home and we wanna thank ya.” He smiled as some of the kids cheered and clapped and called out his name. One girl at the back called out “I love you Elvis.” He smiled into his guitar, responding with a smirk. “I - I love ya too, honey. Well, y’all paid for a show, and that’s what we’re fixin ta give ya. So, well, this un was a single that came out last year on Sun Records. Maybe ya heard and if not, well, it goes sumpin’ like this.” Elvis began to strum his guitar, he closed his eyes, and burst in to the loud opening mewl of “Good Rockin’ Tonight.”

The auditorium filled with the band’s music, and the audience began to stand up in their seats. Almost everyone standing near the wall rushed to the front and began dancing and bouncing up and down. The energetic, country picking of the guitar and the fierce urgency of Elvis’ voice grabbed Lois and she found her feet pulling her forward, mesmerized by the way Elvis moved and sang. He was a man possessed as he swung back and forth, playing guitar as his knees seemingly had a life all their own, jerking and squirming their way across the stage. She found her own feet moving side to side, and relished the feeling of crinoline swishing over her thighs under her dark blue navy skirt. Her cousins and Ralph had ended up in the middle of the crowd dancing at the front of the auditorium, and Lois made herself at home, alone, comforted at least being able to see them from a distance from where she was at the right side of the stage. Closing her eyes, Lois let her self move and twist to the music, then smiled awkwardly at the two girls near her when the song finished.

Lois looked up at the stage, noticing how Elvis clutched the guitar close to him, tightly, as he began to sing “That’s All Right Mama.” During the guitar solo, which the skinny little man in back played, Elvis staggered over to where Lois stood and she moved to lean up towards him against the stage, entranced and unable to stop herself from the gravitational pull of his quirking smile. He bite his lip, and locked eyes with her, muttering a low “How you doin’ tonight, darlin?” from the stage. The air hitched in Lois’ throat as she laughed nervously and breathed a “good” up to him in reply. Elvis winked, then moved back to the mic and finished the song, pulling his hand through his hair and looking back at Lois with a wide, beaming grin. The girls behind her squealed, and told her that they couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Lois didn’t hear them. She was transfixed, and let her self go, bouncing up and down as the band continued to play song after song, “Blue Moon of Kentucky,” “Heartbreaker,” “Baby, Let’s Play House.” Lois had never seen anyone like Elvis, his legs were spread out wide, he swiveled his knees and thrust his hips up into his guitar, and the girls next to Lois screeched when he swaggered near them, reaching out to try and touch his white hush puppy shoes.

 Elvis began to strum his guitar and then stopped to speak into the microphone.

“Hold it now, fellas, let’s get real, real gone with this one.”

Smirking, he started playing the guitar again, singing  “Milk Cow Blues,” and shouting out “Let’s Milk it,” as the lead guitar player began his solo and Elvis began to swing and wiggle vigorously across the stage. After the solo, Elvis held his guitar aside so he could yank up his belt, laughing at himself and how his shirt was coming out of his pants. Lois blushed, as she caught herself staring at his groin. As if sensing her eyes on him, Elvis looked up at her, and grinned, walking back to the mic to finish singing.

Elvis thanked the audience after that song, and Lois leaned harder against the stage, watching as he wiped the sweat from his face and into his quiffed pompadour. Elvis and the band walked off the stage, and he shot her a kiss as he walked off. Lois stood there, giddy, her whole body felt charged with an electric fire. She steadied herself, catching her breath for a few minutes, then turned around to watch the audience slowly filter out of the back. Lois’ heart started to race when she realized she had lost sight of her cousins, they had not hung back like she thought they would. She started to slowly pace around the side, looking for their faces in the crowd, before quickly walking outside gasping as she saw Sharon’s new convertible pulling off from the parking lot. Lois blood began to beat in her ear drums, and she walked back in, looking around the auditorium for any face she might recognize from previous visits to Texas. Or a kind smile she could trust. She got back up to the front of the empty room and suddenly felt very frightened and abandoned and alone and could feel the tears welling up behind her eyes, so she ran out of the side door and into a nearby stairwell where she sat down and let it all out.

“Ughh, I hate Texas. And I hate Nate. And I hate Sharon and her stupid new car.” Lois stammered to herself through the tears. Then she heard the door to the stairwell crack, and yelled over her shoulder.

“Do you mind? I came here to get away from other people.” Lois wiped her eyes, and turned around to see the singer, Elvis, standing in the doorway behind her.

“Well, hi ta y—you, too, baby.” he smiled, and walked over before plopping down next to her. “Jus loading up the car, and I thought a cat was dying in here. Came to save its life.” He put his arm around her, instantly familiar, and squeezed her waist. His thumb rubbed up and down to soothe her. Lois had never been this close to a boy before, and she trembled at his touch but didn’t pull away. “Hey, sssh, ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

She turned to look up at him, a soft chuckle escaped her mouth as she said, “I know, I’m not scared of you.”

“Huh, well, ok then, fearless wonder. Tell me why you’re in here crying, hate to see pretty girls cry.”

Lois leaned into his shoulder, embarrassed. “Ughh, I got left here and I don’t know what to do.”

Elvis patted the top of her hair. “Yeah, I saw you from the stage, looked like you were all alone through the show. Ain’t ya folks coming to pick ya up?”

“Nuh uh, I came with my cousins. They didn’t want to be near me during the show, I guess I cramp their style, then they left afterwards without me. Sorta a practical joke, I suppose.”

“Well, c’mon, let’s go find a phone and get you daddy to come getcha.” Elvis stood and Lois pulled herself up on his outstretched hand. His face still gleamed with a slight sheen of sweat in the dim glare of the stairwell, and his hair had a glossy radiance to it. She leaned on him for balance, and he put his hand on her waist as she adjusted herself. A blush crept up her cheeks, and Elvis’ lips quirked.”What’s your name, lil’ gal?”

“Lois. Lois Stern.”

Elvis spoke slowly, and softly, stepping back and talking her hand to walk out of the stairwell. “Well, alright then, lil’ Lois, let’s go call ya dad.”

Lois gasped as he walked her in to the hallway. “That’s just the thing, I’m visiting from Los Angeles, and, and, I don’t know my grandparent’s number, or my aunt and uncle’s…”

Elvis stopped for a minute. “Hmm, know where they live?”

“Not the street, but… they live at Quien Sabe Ranch, people round here might know where that is.”

Elvis stopped to think. “K, this is what we gonna do.” His voice was low and playful. “I gotta take the boys back to our motel, then I’ll drive ya home. Sound good?”

Lois nodded, she couldn’t help the dizzy feeling of relief and excitement and attraction that radiated from her face, and Elvis chuckled as he pulled her into his side and walked her out the back door.

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Dipping her french fry in her strawberry shake, Lois looked up to see Elvis’ horrified expression. She giggled.

“What? Never seen someone mix savor and sweet before? It’s delicious, you should try.” She reached across the table with her half eaten fry, and giggled more at his scowl.

“Uh uh. No thankee. No ma’am. These are potatoes and this is a shake. Sometimes they mix in my mouf, but uh, somethin about dippin it in.” He shook his head. “Nope, just don’t sit right with me.”

“C’mon, I promise you’ll like it.”

Elvis shrugged and sat up, and smiling. “Ugh, alright, can’t say know to you, lil’ Lou Lou.”

Then opened his mouth, and Lois fed him the rest of her strawberry milkshake covered fry. He sucked back up over her finger with a devilish glare, and Lois laughed, pulled her finger out of his mouth,

“Ya right.” He said licking his lips. “S’good. S’perfect. Huh, shudda known, the lil’ Lou Lou special would taste just… mhmmm.” He grunted.

Lois chuckled uncontrollably. Then stopped when she noticed an older couple at a booth down the restaurant looking over at them with disdain, and then whispering to each other. She looked back at Elvis, his lace shirt, eye liner and greased back hair made him somewhat of a spectacle in Midland, Texas. Lois slid her left saddle shoe along the inside of his hush puppy, her knee grazing his slightly. It was the second most forward thing she had ever done. The first being getting in his car with him and three men, dropping them off at a hotel, and then riding alone with him to grab something to eat before he drove her home. Elvis leaned his knee back into hers, arching his left eyebrow up.

“Mhmmmm?”

She nodded her chin at the booth behind him. He turned his head to look as she said, “I think you got some fans?” The couple scowled and looked away when Elvis waved at them.

“Aw, they just sore I got a fancier shirt then them.” He took a big bite of burger. “Sow, whads yoar sthorry, darglin?” he asked, mouth full of food and eyes full of mischief.

The door bell rang behind her, and more people came into the diner. Lois didn’t notice. She breathed deep, savoring the spectaclar turn of events, the sweetness of the strawberry shake, the warmth of Elvis legs as they slide tighter on either side of hers and she breathed in with a smile, feeling her blush return.

“Hmmm, well, I’m 16, I love in Pasadena, California, and I’m stuck here in the middle of nowhere Midland Texas for three weeks.” She sipped her shake. “My mom grew up here, met my father in Houston, and he took her back out to Pasadena where he’s from, and that’s where I live with my kid brother. But my grandfather, well, my mom says if I want to go to college or have a wedding, Zeyde’s the one who’d pay for it, so its my job to come visit and make nice.”

Elvis hand moved over Lois’ knee, rubbing the top.

“Hmm, zeyde, you Jewish?” Lois nodded. “Ya know, my neighbors back home in Memphis are Jews, or they were, ‘bout half ma friends are. They taught me yid-a-yish, ya know.”

“Hmmm.” Lois flipped her hair to the side, tucking her dark curls behind her ear. “I hope they taught you yiddish, too, might come in handy if you ever play Brooklyn, or LA for that matter.”

Elvis squeezed her hand. “I know ya aint makin’ fun of the way I talk, are ya Lois?” Then moved his fingers down to pinch her knee.

Lois squealed, inviting another sharp look from the other couple at the back.

“No, no no. I swear, I didn’t mean it,” she yelped as he ticked her leg, she almost fell over giggling when he stopped.

“Whoweee,” Elvis exclaimed, catching his breath from laughing. His eyes locked with Lois’ and his expression became more serious. “Whoweeee… hmmm. Ya got a boyfriend out there, back in Passsa -a -dena?”

Lois shook her head, sucking up the last of her shake.

“Ever had one?”

She shook her head again, looking down.

“Ever been kissed?” his voice cracked as it hit a higher register.

Another head shake. “Nope, I’m preparing for life as an old maid. Weighing my options, librarian or school marm?” Lois smoothed down her white blouse, straightening the dragonfly broach above her breast. The light glinted off of the rhinestones in it and she looked back at Elvis. He pursed his lips, his hand now moved under her skirt and over her bare her knee slowly, firmly, insistently.

“Mhmmmm, I think you could probably do whatever ya set ya mind to. But I promise ya, you’re too pretty to be a spinster, Lou Lou. Mhmmm. Someone’s liable to grab ya up, when you least expect it. I bet you’ll be married ‘fore you’re twenty. If that’s what ya want.” He squeezed her knee. “Right, let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Elvis’ pink Cadillac Fleetwood drove up the road, passing the large metal sign with Quien Sabe Ranch hollowed out. He had stopped at a gas station to get directions, thankfully the property was a well-known local landmark, and once they had got to a certain point, Lois had been able to help with directions. His arm tightened around her shoulder, and she rubbed her head into his arm,  hating the prospect of leaving the warmth of his touch, the delicious feeling of being enclosed in him completely.The large house at the center of the property was aglow, and little lights twinkled from the other houses and buildings around the compound. A small pond sat beside the big house, and Elvis pulled next to the tree there, about twenty yards from her grand parents front door.

“You didn’t tell me you lived in a manshun.” Elvis finger traced along the top of her arm.

Lois turned into him, her mouth next to his ear as she whispered. “I don’t. I live in a small, three bedroom house in California. Think you’ll ever come out that way?”

Elvis pulled her into him. “Hell yes. You know.” He drew back from her, turning to look into her big brown eyes, his large fingers feathered over her forehead, and his face lit up with tender excitement. “You should start a fan club. I don’t have one there yet. Start a fan club for me, out in Los Angle - les, mhmm?”

Lois looked up in to his eyes, the earnest emotion she saw there was so intense she immediately acquiesced, shaking her head. “Yes, of course, gosh. Me?”

Elvis smiled. “You’re swell, you know that? And pretty.” His fingers trailed down to Lois’ waist, it felt like the whole side of her body fit into his large hand as she pushed into it.

“I bet you say that to all the girls”

Elvis leaned in closer, his nose hovered above hers.

“Nope. Only tha pretty ones.”

His hand moved up, and his thumb slid over her torso, coming to notch right below her breast. Lois exhaled slowly.

“Can I kiss you, Lois?”

She answered by leaning up, and kissing him first. Smooshing her lips fervently, awkwardly, roughly onto his. Her arms snaked around his neck as Elvis smacked off, laughing, both hands at her waist.

“Whooooa, whoooo.” he leaned in, and softly kissed Lois’ cheek. “Slow down, baby, slow down. This ain’t the Kentucky Derby.”

Lois giggled, then moaned as he kissed her neck and peppered a trail of soft kisses from her jaw to her mouth. She moved, slowly, with the rhythm of his body as he kissed her again on her lips, this time pushing his tongue into her mouth, and grinning as she jerked back, wiping her mouth with surprise and catching her breath.

“S’called a French kiss.” Elvis announced, rubbing her arm.

Lois grinned. “You know, I’ve never been kissed before. I …” she smiled sheepishly. “I think this is the best night of my life.

Elvis smirked, and squeezed her shoulder.

“Tell me your number baby, I’ll call you when I come out to California.”

“Do you have something to write it down with?”

Elvis pointed to his head. “Nu uh, this is all I need, just tell me your number. C’mon now, I gotta get back, heading on to Abilene early. Reckon the boys already put an ABP out for me”  He cupped his hand over his mouth, as if talking into a police radio. “Look for a young gal, dark, dangerous, pretty as heck—”

Lois slapped his shoulder. “Ok, ok, ok. My number is FA 3- 2780, that’s FA for Fairoaks, 3- 2780.”

Elvis bent over and kissed her cheek, then leaned across her lap to pull her door open. “Alright Lou Lou, FA 3 - 2780, got.” He grinned, as she got out of the car and turned around to see his eyes following her as she walked up to the house and went inside the door. A low whistle came out of the car as she swished her hips a little more and she grinned into herself. Later that night, after explaining most of what happened to her grandparents in thebroadest, vaguest terms possible, Lois would go on to collapse upstairs on her bed, and spend the night replaying her time with Elvis, trying to conjure up the feeling of his arm around her and his lips on her mouth.

8:35 PM, Sunday March 25, 1956

The Stern Household, Pasadena, CA

The sound of her mother answering the phone stirred Lois from her homework, and she stared ahead at the TV.

“C’mon Ritchie, put the Ed Sullivan Show, huh?”

Her brother turned and stuck his tongue out at her.

“Thought you were doing homework, four eyes.” He laughed, nodding at her new glasses.

Ugh, glasses, an annoying brother, I really will die a spinster.

Just then, her mother leaned into the living room from the hallway.

“Lois? There’s a young man on the phone for you. He said his name is Elvis Presley….” Lois jumped up off the couch with a shriek. Marjorie Stern looked with alarm at her daughter as she dashed for the telephone. “Wait… that name sounds familiar, is he in your class?”

Lois grabbed the phone, waving her mom away.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Lou Lou? That you? Where you been, I've been calling you all day. I just got to Los Angle - less. When can I pick ya up? Been hankering for that Lou Lou special. Ya know, something sweet and savory mixed ta gether.”

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Mysterious Girl // Nathan Young x Reader

(A/N: hey everyone! this is my first time making an imagine so please bare with me, please tell me if i am doing this good or something IDK BUT ENJOY side note - look AT THE GIF OMFG also i am so sorry if this sucks, it is 1:30 atm)

Request: So I have an idea for Nathan Young, where he always talks about his mysterious girlfriend that no one has meet but they always see him come out/in of this car. Only for one day she gets there early and walks in to greet him and it’s all cute while the others are confused and are like “what?!?”

Thank you so much for the request, requests are open, hope everyone enjoys!!

Warnings: Kind of fluff?Cursing ofc, my horrible spelling, idk if that's it tell me if there is more!

Mysterious Girl // Nathan Young x Reader

I hear stories from Nathan about how Nathan's semi-friends talk about a mysterious girl dropping Nathan off everyday for his community service. Nathan tells his friends that it's his girlfriend, but no one believes him. They make fun of him instead since they never met the girl and there is no proof of her other than a car. Well the "mysterious" girl is me, and I have always wanted to meet his peers, but never got the chance to because I had to leave right away for work. But today was different. I got off work a bit early and I decided to meet Nathan’s friends.

When I pull up to the building, I park, turn my car off, and walk into the building that I drop and pick up Nathan everyday. I got inside I decided to wait on a chair that was in the entrance. I start looking around as I started hearing voices come closer to me. I see a group that had 2 girls, and 3 guys in it, including Nathan. I smiled as I see him joking around with the unknown people.

"Y/n!" He says, walking faster as he sees me. I stand up and run over to him and he picks me up using my butt as something to hold me up. I laugh, kissing him. He puts me down and eagerly turns to the people stunned to see what was happening.

"Who is that?" A girl speaks, but you can't really understand a word she says.

"This is my girlfriend," I smile, but I was very confused why everyone’s eyes were wide. "you know the one that you guys wouldn't believe me-" Nathan gets cut off by the other girl.

"Yeah- no I believed you, I just didn't think she would look like- that." She says.

“In a good way?” I ask, hoping they say yes.

“Yes of course in a good way. No one would think Nathan would date someone as good looking as you.” The girl speaks, but again I could barely translate what she was saying.

"Yeah I thought she would be some old grandmother again." The taller guy says.

"Again?" I ask turning to Nathan growing even more confused.

"Doesn't matter, but everyone this is Y/n, babe meet Simon, don't be afraid he always looks like he wants to do weird shit to you.” I felt a little bad for Simon as he hasn’t spoke at all this whole time.“There is Kelly, Alisha, and Curtis."

"Sorry for being so shocked, we expected either someone a lot uglier, or- just- not you." Alisha says.

"It's okay,” I think? I say to myself. “It's lovely to meet you guys." I smile and grab Nathan's hand and we start walking away, back to my car. "That was something."

"Yeah why the hell do they think I would only shag ugly people?" Nathan asks, trying to think of any possible answer. We get in the car and I look at him.

"You're welcome for proving them wrong." I say, grabbing his face for a kiss.

The end

THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR, and again thank you so much for requesting this! I literally wanted to like explode writing like kissing things idk why but anyways THANK YOU I love you guys :)

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bruised knuckles ~ nathan drake

summary: requested by @parkmiraesworld - “please write something with Nathan Drake, a fluff one with Nate being protective over reader, like someone talk something that trigger her and Nate defend her or anything else like that?”

warnings: nathan being a dick sometimes, nothin’ else

word count: 1.1k

“I’m just sayin’, maybe if you were a little less…I dunno… provocative, he wouldn’t have the urge to punch you all the time.”

“Thanks, Nate,” you said laughing. You shut the running faucet off and squeezed the cold, wet rag out. Turning around to face Nate sitting behind Sully’s counter, you placed the rag over top your sore knuckles. “You know I only do it to get boxing practice…And a rise out of him,” you added. 

Nathan was not oblivious to the fights that you and your uncle had and he knew it was all in good fun. You and Sully had a good relationship. You had lived with him since your parents passed away and he was teaching you what he liked to call ‘the family business.’ Little did you know that it would encase robbing people blind and treasure hunting, but you embraced that lifestyle. And with that life came danger, and you needed to learn a way to defend yourself. Like you, he also trained with Sully so he knew how hard the punches your uncle packed were. The young man hated seeing you get hurt. 

“Y-Yeah, I know that. I just don’t think that teasing him about his growing cat addiction is the way to do it.”

You just laughed, leaning against the sink. “Hey, if it ain’t broken, don’t fix it.”

Nate got up from his seat, making his way over to you. As soon as he was close enough to you, he reached his hand around your rag-covered hand, pulling you off of the sink and towards him. 

“Well, this,” he said, uncovering your bruised knuckles. He rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand, making you wince. “...seems to be broken. So, how about we fix that?” he said, leaning down towards your hand, connecting his lips to your knuckles. Each kiss to your skin made your heart seem like it was racing faster. The last one was lingering before he rose, letting his warm breath heat your skin. One hand left your wrist and circled around your waist. His face, with a teasing smile, rose to meet yours, noses touching. “How about we fix that by wrapping your hand right next time?”

You let out a soft giggle. “Only if you help,” you said, placing your free hand on his chest. 

The two of you didn’t get in another word before Sully cleared his throat in the doorway of the kitchen, making you and Nathan jump. 

“Drake, you have ten seconds to get your hands off my niece and out of this apartment before I pummel you into the floor.”

Nathan unwound his arms from you, backing away into the corner of the kitchen. “Sully, I’m so-”

“Ten.” 

“You’re seri-”

“Nine.”

“Nate, you better run.” Stifling a chuckle, you knew that your uncle wasn’t serious enough to follow through on his threat, but he would do something.

“Eight.” Sully’s glare became more intense toward Nathan.

“Come on. He-”

“Seven.”

“Okay got it. Gotta go.”

“Six.” 

Nathan turned the corner of the counter, barely getting past your uncle in the threshold before he kept counting.

“Five,” your uncle said turning around.

“I gotta get my shoes on!” Nathan screamed. 

“Four.” Your uncle was now out of the kitchen heading towards Nathan, attempting to get his second boot on. “Three.”

“Fine, fuck the shoes!” Throwing his boot on the ground, Nathan ran out of the door, one foot with only a sock. You followed the scene, watching everything unravel.

“Two.” The door flung open, both men running out. “One!” you could hear from down the hallway. You knew that your uncle probably wouldn’t stop until Nathan was all the way down the street. Picking up the stray boot on the floor, you placed it next to the front doorway. 

“See ya tomorrow, Nate!” you yelled before shutting the apartment door. Laughing, you leaned against the door, throwing your head back. You took a moment to let yourself smile, then kicked yourself off of the door. You needed a shower. 

Nathan could hear the punches from inside the apartment as he walked up to the door. He didn’t bother knocking, knowing that you and your uncle were probably busy sparring. The training area was around the corner, so he couldn’t see the two of you right away, but he could hear your grunts.

“Sully…Y/N.”

When he rounded the corner, he saw Sully on top of you, you in a choke hold position. Your hands were tight around your uncle’s wrists, freshly bruised knuckles white. Kicking his back with your knees wasn’t doing you any favors either. He didn’t know why, but something in him snapped. Before he knew it, Nathan was tackling Sully off of you, rolling on the floor with one another. 

“Get off of her!”

The men continued wrestling each other until Nathan was in a similar position that you were in only seconds ago. The fight continued until your uncle finally got a grip of what was going on, his new young apprentice under him. “Drake, what the hell?!”

You had stood up at this point, crossing your arms across your chest while you watched the fight unfold. “Kinky. Didn’t know you were only using me to get to my uncle, Nate,” you joked. 

Sully scrambled off of your boyfriend at that, allowing Nathan to finally breathe. “Funny, Y/N. Now what the hell was that?” Sully screamed, looking to Nathan. 

“You were choking her!” He paused, standing up. “I don’t know, I guess instincts just kicked in.”

“Aww,” you cooed, uncrossing your arms and letting the tough facade melt away. Nate was rubbing his neck as you made your way over to him. “So sweet.” Allowing yourself to circle your hands around his neck, you pulled him into you. 

“Just can’t stand seeing you hurt,” he admitted, encircling your waist and cuddling into you. “You didn’t wrap your hands right again.” 

You laughed, connecting his lips with yours in a short kiss. 

“I’m still here,” Sully said. “God, you two can’t wait for a second before sucking each other’s face off,” your uncle whined before walking off, leaving you and Nathan giggling in the middle of the ring.

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*.✧ Requests ✧.*

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Note

I’ve never in my life used tumblr to post on. I can barely work a cell phone and I’m supposed to be from the more tech savvy generation. I apologize if this looks like shit. If anyone has tips to make it look good that would be real appreciated.

Also. There will eventually be smut on here so if you ain’t matte enough to read it. Just don’t. There will be fluff too but if you’re too young. Don’t read the smut.

When requesting it would be greatly appreciated if you gave a small plot summary/idea or prompt. It makes it easier for me and I feel it makes it more interactive for you all :)

Will do:

Most things including, Fluff, Smut, angst, fantasy, modern, horror(I’ll try), soul mates, oc stuff , x reader, canon x canon. All gender pairings, slashers, monsters, etc.

Will not:

underage characters, incest, pedophilia, homophobia, racism, abuse, scat/urine, infantilism.

Even if something isn’t on this list, I still have a right to decline writing something if it makes me uncomfortable.

✎Fandoms✎

Life is strange

Chloe Price, Rachel Amber, Kate Marsh, Nathan Prescott, Victoria Chase, Warren Graham, Mark Jefferson, Frank Bowers. Sean Diaz, Cassidy, Finn McNamara, Penny. Skip Matthews. Alex Chen, Gabe Chen, Ryan Lucan, Steph Gingrich. Others if requested.

Detroit: Become Human

Connor, Kara, Markus. Hank Anderson, Elijah Kamski, Gavin Reed, Rose Chapman, Josh, Lucy, Luther, Simon, Leo Manfred, North, Perkins, RK900, Ralph.

Fallout 4

Cait, Nick Valentine, Paladin Danse, Robert MacReady, Curie, John Hancock, Deacon, Piper Wright, Preston Garvey, Sturges, Strong.

Resident Evil 8

Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Benneviento, Salvatore Moreau.

The Last of Us

Joel Miller, Ellie Williams(pt2), Tommy Miller, Bill(MxM only), Tess, Henry. Haven’t played much of Part 2 yet.

The Walking Dead Game

Lee, Clem(aged up), Kenny, Doug, Carley, Lilly, Ben. Nick, Luke, Bonnie, Jane, Mike. Javier, David, Kate, Eleanor, Tripp, Ava, Paul aka “Jesus”. Louis, Violet, Ruby, Mitch, Marlon, James.

The Walking Dead TV Series

Too many to list. I’ll do the main cast. Any others will be by request.

This is taking a long time. I’m not listing all the characters from here on. Just assume I’ll know them on request. I’ve been working on this for like three hours.

Red Dead Redemption

Legend of Zelda

Botw, Totk, others on request

Stardew Valley

The Hobbit

Pokemon

Avatar(James Cameron)

Avatar(The Last Airbender)

Skyrim

FrostBite, John Doe, etc.

Slashers(Michael Myers, Ghostface, Leatherface, Brahms, etc)

Demon Slayer

Doctor Who

Supernatural

OC Content:

Fantasy(modern or medieval). Zombie apocalypse. Cryptids. I might even do some OC design requests and stuff eventually.

Please I’m begging y’all to request something. Anything. Please. I’m not 100% sure how commenting or whatever works, but please just request anything. Idk how to set up a request button so just commenting works

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