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ranhaitanisgf · 4 months

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also i'm sorry i forgot to specify it but a scenario!! so, i'll do it again 😹 is it okay to req scenario + enemies to lovers + pocky game + mitsuya. like the game started bc of a dare SKDJDHFJRK OK THAT'S ALL SORRY I JUST WOKE UP

—mitsuya takashi // enemies to lovers // pocky game

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“(y/n), i dare you to do the pocky game with the president!”

pausing your work, you took a moment to process what you’d just heard; there was absolutely no way you heard that correctly, right? you blinked, eyes flicking around the other various club members who had also stopped their work, instead looking up to stare at the girl who had burst into the classroom.

it seemed like she had been running, her breaths coming out in hot puffs as she looked at you with an excited look on her face. there’s no way she was actually serious, right?!

“...huh? what’re you talking about…?” you asked, frowning a bit at her strange request. “you do realize that you’re thirty minutes late to club, right? where’ve you been?”

yasuda marched into the room, walking right up to you and planting her hands on your shoulders. she was beginning to startle you a bit, though you had to admit that the excited sparkle in her eyes intrigued you; surely, she had a reasonable explanation for this, right?

“(y/n), listen!” she leaned down to match your height in your chair, cupping her hand to the side of her mouth to prevent anybody from hearing her as she started to whisper in your ear, “i just heard something crazy from hayashi-kun!”

“oh…okay? what is it?” you asked, albeit a bit hesitant. “you’re acting really strange.”

“he told me that the president has a crush on you!”

“...excuse me?”

“yeah!” she leaned back, awaiting a response from you. “isn’t that amazing?! you should go talk to him!”

you merely sighed, shaking your head and going back to working on your project. as you pulled your needle in and out of the fabric, you pondered for a moment, wondering where such a ridiculous idea even came from.

“yasuda-chan, there’s no way that’s possible. i’ve literally declared war on him because of how evenly matched we are in sewing. i’m not going to embarrass myself just because hayashi-kun thinks he knows everything! you should know better than to trust everything he says.” you chided.

all yasuda did was roll her eyes, her lips curled into a smug smirk.

“now that he told me, i totally see the chemistry between you two! and, since i dared you, you have to do it!!”

“we aren’t even playing truth or dare right now, what?”

“you know, just let me-” yasuda snatched your needlework project from your hands, “-handle this! i’m a matchmaker, and you two are perfect!” when you tried to retrieve it, she slipped out of your grasp, already running away and out of the classroom.

“you’re a highschool student, not a matchmaker?!” you yelled after her. she was long gone at that point, and now that she had taken your project with her, you were stuck.

you sat back down, sighing as you slumped down in your chair. you had absolutely no idea what she had been talking about, but now that she had gotten the idea in your head, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. mitsuya? likes you? there was absolutely no way it was possible. after all, you had told him that you two were rivals, (you were only 50 percent serious about that) so why would he like you?

it wasn’t exactly like you were against the idea of him liking you; it was quite the opposite, in fact. you’d always thought that mitsuya was one of the kindest boys you’d ever met, and he was certainly easy on the eyes, (there had been more than one time when you’d caught yourself staring at him).

you weren’t about to get any hope over something like this though; there was absolutely no way.

not more than five minutes had passed before the door slammed open again, although this time yasuda wasn’t alone. along with her was a very confused looking mitsuya, who was currently being shushed in response to his inquiries as to what was happening.

“(y/n), c’mere!” you glanced around, wondering how exactly you were supposed to be acting in this situation. all the other club members just shrugged at you, going back to their own project. it made you want to sigh again, but you didn’t, instead getting up and reluctantly walking over.

i guess i can kiss my peaceful afternoon goodbye…please come back another day.

“yo…” you greeted, trying your best to shy away from yasuda. of course, it was to no avail, since you were immediately dragged into the hallway, the door shutting behind you as you nearly lost your balance from her surprising strength.

from seemingly nowhere, a pair of hands steadied your frame, holding you firmly by your shoulders to keep you from falling. when you looked up, you were met with mitsuya’s familiar gaze, his lilac gaze laced with concern.

“hey, you alright?”

of course it’s him. why would it be anybody else?

“yeah, thanks…” you mumbled, taking a step away from him, leaving a healthy amount of space between the two of you. “yasuda, what is this about-?”

“okay, here!” the girl damn near hurled an object at you, with you barely being able to catch it. “bye!” without another word, she immediately zoomed off, leaving you with a box of pocky in your hands and a very confused mitsuya.

he laughed a bit out of shock, which made you laugh a bit too; seriously, this was one of the most random situations you've ever found yourself in.

“so, do you know what’s going on?” mitsuya asked, his face a mix of amusement and confusion. “yasuda-san just mentioned your name then dragged me over here. is something wrong?”

“well, not exactly…there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding, i think…” you explained, shaking your head. “yasuda’s got it in her head that you have a crush on me, or something like that. she said she heard it from hayashi-kun, so she burst in all like ‘i dare you to play the pocky game with the president’ and stuff, and that’s really all…i know…yeah…” your words tapered off as you talked, watching how mitsuya’s ears and cheeks began to turn a light shade of pink.

once you stopped talking, mitsuya’s eyes wandered to the side, his ears progressively turning a deeper shade of pink as you stared at him. he chuckled a bit, one of his hands moving behind his neck to fiddle with his hair.

“i guess i’m caught.” he admitted. “peh-yan can’t keep a secret to save his life, so i knew i would be outed sooner or later. jus’ didn’t expect this soon. ‘m not really prepared…” he muttered, seeming a bit annoyed. “i was planning to have this be a little bit more gentlemanly, but-”

“wait, you…you like me?” you interrupted, pointing to yourself. mitsuya subtly raised a brow at you, seeming confused at your question.

“didn’t i just admit to it?”

“i know, but…i just, i thought that she was being crazy or something! i always thought that there was no way…” when you realized what you had just admitted, you immediately tried to backtrack. “i-i mean! uh, not that you’re terrible, actually, you’re the opposite of terrible, i just meant that i…i…”

“can i?” mitsuya suddenly asked, gesturing to the pocky box in your hands.

“huh? uh, yeah…” you murmured, holding it out to him. the embarrassment flooding your body now was unmatched to anything you’ve ever felt before; why were you bumbling like a complete fool?!

you watched as mitsuya opened the box, ripping open the wrapping and plucking one of the chocolate sticks out. he held it between his fingers for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something before walking a bit closer to you.

“just let me know if you want me to stop, okay?”

“o-okay…what’re you-?” mitsuya slipped the pocky stick between your lips, essentially cutting your words off. he waited for a moment, seemingly waiting for any sort of response as he looked at you. you could hear your heartbeat in your ears at this point; you’ve never had someone look at you with such intense eyes before.

when you didn’t seem to be rejecting anything, mitsuya moved just a bit closer, one of his hands moving to hover near your jaw. he paused for a moment, waiting before he did anything. when you didn’t move away from his touch, you finally felt his hand move under your chin, gently moving your head to tilt up.

without any more hesitance, he bit down on the end of the pocky stick, eyes locked on yours. on one hand, you wanted to look away from embarrassment, but on the other hand, you were anticipating and watching his every move, not wanting to look away even for a moment. his lazy lilac eyes were burning with so many different emotions, and you wanted to see all of them.

slowly, he took another bite, and then another, starting to move closer and closer to you as he kept biting down on the pocky stick. before you knew it, the two of you were face to face, and you knew that if he took one more bite that the two of you would-

a crunch! interrupted your thoughts, and just a moment later you felt velvety soft lips, pressing gently against your own lips. the taste of chocolate briefly filled your senses, and all you could think and feel was mitsuya.

and then it was over, the boy pulling away gently and giving a small smile. despite how cool and calm he seemed to be, you could tell that he was also nervous and excited from the flush across his cheeks.

“does that answer your question?”

“huh? what?” mitsuya chuckled a bit at your confusion; in your defense, you were still delirious from kissing him.

“remember? you asked if i was sure i liked you.”

“oh…” you mumbled, recalling that you did in fact ask that. “i, uh…i am definitely not convinced…you should try and convince me.” you tried to say calmly, (you definitely did not say it calmly).

“hah, i have to finish my tutoring session, but i’ll pick you up after club is out, okay?” he asked, seeming amused at your lame attempt to get another kiss out of him.

mitsuya seemed like he was about to leave, taking a few steps away and giving you a smile, but he stopped, backtracking to you.

“just to give you a little more convincing…” he murmured. before you could ask him what he was talking about, one of his hands slipped behind your head, gently pushing you forward a bit as he leaned down, lips carefully pressing against your forehead. he stayed there for a moment before he leaned back, giving you a warm smile. “i’ll see you in a bit, (y/n).”

“oh, okay…”

“bye.” he chuckled, seeming to be amused by your shell-shocked state.

“bye bye…” you waved as he walked away, his first few steps being backwards to keep facing you before he turned around, jogging down the hall and eventually out of sight.

as you kept standing in the hallway, you brushed your fingers against your lips, feeling like they were tingling and on fire at the same time. the taste of chocolate lingered on them, making you remember mitsuya.

wow…

almost as if you were possessed, you slowly walked back to the club classroom, sliding the door open. what you weren’t expecting was for almost all the home ec’s club members to be pressed against the door, falling back when you opened it. without any words, you all stared at each other for a moment in shock. in an instant, they were all scrambling up from the floor, scurrying back to their places as you continued to stand there, your jaw hanging open.

oh my god.

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doc-pickles · 5 months

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waking up in vegas | matthew tkachuk x hughes!sister (pt. 3)

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summary: a flashback to the scene of the crime

warnings: excessive alcohol consumption, sexual themes but no smut, more tkachuk/hughes nonsense (it needs a warning at this point)

a/n: i love how much y'all love this series! I hope you enjoy this next part. eventually I'll write the smut for this night but I didn't want to put it into this particular chapter because it quickly became an almost 2.5k monstrosity. enjoy!

i also hid a quote from icebreaker in this chapter so if you find it, send me a message hehe

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nina

“I’m gonna head back and call Emma,” Brady announces as he stands from the booth. You and Taryn begin to boo him. “Leave me alone.”

“Can’t. You’ve become so boring. Marriage has changed you,” Taryn plucks a chip from the basket and tosses it at Brady. “Get out of here loser.”

Laughter erupts from your table as Brady rolls his eyes before leaving the restaurant you’d tucked yourself into the back of. You’re between Taryn and Jack on one side of the booth while Quinn, Matthew, and Luke occupy the other side. It’s your third and final night in Vegas celebrating your and Luke’s 21st birthday. So far you'd gone out and had fun at various clubs but had kept your shenanigans to a minimum, a shocking feat for your group. Tonight though there was an electric charge in the air hinting at something exciting happening. Inhibitions were lowered and everyone seated around the table was vibrating with excited energy.

“Man now I’m stuck with you guys,” Quinn groans as he sips his beer.

“New drinking game,” you exclaim, getting everyone’s attention. “Drink every time Quinn complains tonight.”

“Take a shot if he asks to go home,” Jack adds.

“Finish your drink if you catch him sighing dramatically,” Luke finishes, sending all of you into a fit of laughter.

“Fuck you guys,” Quinn grumbles as he crosses his arms. “Should’ve gone with Brady.”

“Drink!” you all exclaim as you sip your drinks.

You’d all gotten significantly more drunk at Quinn’s expense before ditching the restaurant in favor of a club where Taryn was now occupying the dance floor. Even Quinn was looser and louder as the the boys were talking about hockey. You debated whether or not to order another drink or to join Taryn when someone came up and began to dance with her, making your decision for you.

“I got it Matty,” you chuckle at Matthew’s annoyed expression. “But you’re gonna have to face the fact that your little sister isn’t so little anymore.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” Matthew grumbles as you brush past him. He softly grabs your wrist, turning you toward him. “What happens if someone starts dancing with you?”

“Then you can come save me. As a thank you for dealing with Taryn,” you wink at him as you slip away from Matthew towards the dance floor.

Taryn grins widely as you approach, stepping away from the guy behind her to grab your hands and drag you further onto the dance floor. She mouths a ‘thank you’ as you two dance together, laughing and spinning around.

The two of you lose track of time as you enjoy yourselves dancing and belting out the lyrics to the songs playing. Eventually you end up leaving Taryn to go and order another round of shots, your body leaning against the bar as you wait for the bartender.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty girl,” someone whispers in your ear and you immediately tense up, turning to see the clearly drunk guy standing behind you.

“No thanks, I’m good,” you reply and turn back to the bar. Your body freezes as his hand lands on your hip. “Please don’t touch me.”

“C’mon, this dress makes your ass-“

“Hey baby, there you are,” your head whips around at the sound of Matthew’s voice, sighing in relief as he sidles up next to you. “Sorry I took so long, you good?”

You nod but the guy still doesn’t let go of your hip. Matthews eyes land on his hand and he promptly pulls you into his arms, his hands pulling you close to him as his lips land on your neck. The move is unexpected, a small gasp coming from you as Matthew caresses your skin with warm kisses.

“Everyone is waiting for us,” Matthew says as his teeth nip at your earlobe, one hand moving to twine with yours. “C’mon babe.”

Matthew doesn’t let go of your hand until you get a few feet away from the table. You stop him and press your hands to his chest, “Thanks for rescuing me Matty.”

“Anytime,” Matthew breathes out, his lips leaning down to brush against your neck. “God… You smell amazing…”

“Get your hands off my sister Tkachuk!” Quinn yells with a laugh. “C’mon Luke ordered shots.”

Matthew slides into the booth and immediately pulls you in behind him, your body half resting on his thigh. One of his hands snakes around your body to pull you into his side, breath hot on the side of your face.

“Where’s Luke?” you ask just as Taryn approaches the table.

“Chatting up the waitress that took our order,” Quinn points to the left and you almost gag as you catch sight of Luke with his tongue down a bottle blonde’s throat. “Hey he got us free shots, I’ll take what I can get.”

The five of you clink your shots together before downing them. When Luke returns with a flushed face and another tray of shots none of you can find it in you to complain as you down another round.

“Luke,” Quinn swings his arm around Luke’s shoulder and pulls him close. “I will give you $500 if you convince the waitress to let you motorboat her next time she comes over here.”

Jack sputters on his drink as Taryn lets out a howling laugh. Your mouth is simply dropped in shock as you look between your two brothers, “Quinn you’re cut off. Luke, don’t you fucking da-“

“Deal.”

The table erupts in cheers and laughter as Luke waves down the waitress again. You try and stop him but Matthew tightens his hold on your waist, “Let him have his fun, he just turned twenty one and has no inhibitions.”

“So did I but you don’t see me motorboating random women in bars,” you giggle as Matthew lips find your neck again, his fingers squeezing your hips. “You sure are touchy when you’re drunk.”

“Can’t help it,” Matthew whispers in your ear. “You look so- Holy shit he did it.”

Whipping your head up you spot Luke with his head between the waitress’s boobs, Quinn and Jack red faced with laughter as Taryn takes photos. Your jaw is slack as your brother lifts his head up with a smirk, winking at the blonde in front of him.

“Oh my fucking god,” you shriek as Luke sits back at the table, gesturing to the round of shots the waitress had brought over. “You’re insane!”

“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” Luke shouts with a whoop as you all down your shots. “C’mon sissy you gotta catch up. Last night here!”

You roll your eyes but smirk at Luke, “Some of us want to leave this city alive, Lukey.”

“I’ll give you $1000 to do whatever Jack and Taryn say for the next hour,” Quinn smirks, clearly wasted as he chuckles.

“Just because you’re making millions every year doesn’t mean you have to do insane shit like this,” you laugh as Quinn stares you down. “Fucking stop it, I’m not taking your money.”

“Cause you’re a pussy,” Quinn slurs as he slams his hands onto the table. “Take the money!”

“Okay you’re cut off buddy,” Jack slings his arm around Quinn’s shoulder. “C’mon let’s-“

“Fine I’ll do it,” you lean across the table, matching Quinn’s stare. “Let’s go bitch.”

Taryn, Jack, Luke, and Matthew are staring at you and Quinn wide eyed, unsure of if they should intervene in whatever pissing contest the two of you are in the middle of.

“You’re really gonna let me and Jack be in charge of you,” Taryn asks warily and you shrug. “Your funeral. More shots!”

Three rounds of shots later and everyone at your table is giggling and making jokes. You’re completely sitting on Matthew’s lap at this point, arms casually strung around his neck as he squeezes you close.

Quinn had disappeared a little while back and Luke is currently not so inconspicuously making out with the waitress who’d just gotten off her shift. Jack and Taryn are whispering in the corner of the booth and you watch them with curious eyes. You know they’re planning something insane for you to do but you can’t hear them over the pounding music in the club.

Your body is keyed up, equal parts adrenaline and alcohol coursing through you as you wiggle on Matthew’s lap. He groans and squeezes your hips in a tight hold.

“Stop moving so damn much,” Matthew whispers against your neck as he tries to hold you in place. “Or your seat is about to get real uncomfortable.”

“We have a new challenge,” Jack smirks at you, pulling you away from Matthew’s words even as a blush spreads across your cheeks. “It’s a good one too.”

“I’m ready, hit me with your best shot.��

“We go down the street to the wedding chapel, we take some pictures of you with some random guy, and then we send them in the family group chat and act like you got eloped.”

“What the fuck,” you spit out between bouts of laughter. “How did you even think of that?”

Taryn grins and turns to Jack, “Between the two of us there’s a lot of evil genius going on here.”

“Alright let’s go,” you shuffle off of Matthew’s lap and out of the booth. You’re barely standing for ten seconds before his hands are on your waist again. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to get rid of Matty long enough to ask someone to pose for a photo with me.”

Taryn gasps excitedly as she looks between the two of you, “Perfect! We can pretend you two got eloped! I think both of our moms would die if they saw that.”

You snort as you start to make your way down the street, “I think my mother would kill me if I actually got eloped in Vegas.”

The two blocks to the chapel go by quickly, the four of you standing in front of neon letters and flashing lights. The retro themed chapel boasts 24 hour wedding services and their reputation as the elopement destination of the stars.

“Ohhh they even have one of those convertibles you can take pictures in,” Taryn gasps as she spots the neon pink car. “I bet you could even get a veil!”

You’re laughing so hard that you don’t even notice Taryn going inside the chapel. When she comes back she’s bouncing around excitedly as she looks between you and Matthew.

“It’s only $75 to get married,” Taryn smirks. “I think you two should do it.”

“That would definitely make the Christmas card,” Jack nods enthusiastically. “Do it!”

“I’m not eloping right now,” you scoff as you cross your arms. “I would not make it home alive!”

Jack and Taryn only glance at each other before your brother speaks up, “You still have about 10 minutes left of the hour so… you won’t win Quinn’s bet if you say no.”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” your voice rises a few octaves as you look from Jack and Taryn to Matthew who has a smirk on his lips. “Why are you smirking? I don’t like that.”

“What, you don’t wanna marry me? C’mon baby,” Matthew coos as he steps closer to you while you laugh. “Promise I’ll make a good husband.”

Matthew is too close, clouding your brain with dangerous thoughts as you meet his eyes. In one quick movement, his lips are pressed against yours, Jack and Taryn cheering excitedly in the background as you enthusiastically kiss Matthew back. When you pull apart your chest is heaving as he holds you close.

“Should I get down on one knee?” Matthew grins widely, his eyes bright as he watches you.

“Baby, the only time I ever want to see a grown man on his knees in front of me is when his face is between my legs,” you relish in the way Matthew drops his jaw, his fingers digging into your side. “C’mon Tkachuk before I change my mind.”

The rest of the night is a blur between taking shots and reciting your vows to Matthew. After you’d officially tied the knot Taryn insisted on taking about a thousand photos of you and Matthew with your insistence that none of them actually go to the family group chat. Taryn easily agreed and once she was satisfied her and Jack ran off to the casinos leaving you with your husband.

“Sooo,” Matthew grins as he pulls you closer. You had changed into a short white dress before your impromptu marriage, the fabric clinging tightly to your hips. “Does this mean we get to consummate the marriage?”

“If you buy me pizza and tell me I’m pretty,” you laugh as you walk away from Matthew. He catches up quickly, arms wrapping around you as his lips find your neck once again.

“Baby, you’re fucking stunning,” he groans as he holds you close. “And I’d buy a damn pizza chain to keep you in my arms all night.”

“Okay then hubby, lead the way,” you giggle as Matthew chases you down the street, both of you alive with joy as you run the rest of the way back to your hotel.

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teyamsatan · 1 year

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Cruel Summer | Chapter III: Clean

Pairings: Neteyam x (f)Human!Reader

Word Count: 6.6k words

Warnings/notes: angst, allusions to/mentions of smut, friends-with-benefits, mutual pining, some Spider x Reader, 18+ minors DNI

Synopsis: You and Neteyam learn to navigate life without the other.

A/N: Hey besties, I’m sorry that this took so long, but I’ve honestly been struggling a little on this website, and it’s taken quite the toll on me. It’s been a weird week(?), in which although I’ve never received more followers and more notes etc., I’ve also never felt more alone, and more disconnected from the platform and the people in it. I think you will be able to tell in the chapter as well. When I was posting the Cardigan series, although I had a lot less followers, I felt like people genuinely enjoyed/connected to the story, and I just don’t really feel that way anymore, and I think I’m still learning to deal with it. Anyway, personal issues aside, I really hope you enjoy this chapter! I think it’s only going to be another couple chapters in this story. I might however make an alternate ending to it? I’ve also had some inspiration for Midnight Rain Part II, and thank you so much for being patient with me with that story, it took me a while to understand what I wanted to do with it, as I wasn’t planning on it having a second part initially. Ramble over, I promise.

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The drought was the very worst

When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst

It was months and months of back and forth

You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore

“Come on… open the door, please?”

Lo’ak’s voice was pleading and saddened, and so were Kiri’s soft sobs, but you pretended you couldn’t hear them, not their tone nor their words, because hearing them meant acknowledging it and you couldn’t. You couldn’t acknowledge them, or the previous few that tried. Not Jake, not Norm, not Neteyam. Definitely not Neteyam. You couldn’t open that door, because if you did, you would crumble at their feet, you would beg and scream and thrash, and you didn’t want to do any of those things. The anger you felt for all of them, each and every one of them was strong enough to drown any other emotion, any emotion other than overwhelming hurt and anguish that was threatening to tear you apart with each passing moment that these people were standing outside your door, every moment that passed in which they were still leaving, still leaving you behind, leaving you alone.

You were all alone. No matter how many years you have spent by their side, no matter how much Jake promised you were as much their kid as the rest of them, no matter how many hours and days and months and years you have spent stuck to Neteyam like glue, it was all in vain. It was all fake. You would never be a part of their family. All these years, you were just a family pet, that they would pass on to the next owners when the situation called for it. This thought was fuel enough for a new set of wailed cries that you tried to muffle with a hand over your mouth. It took a while, but eventually, they left you to your own devices, left you to deal with the mess they made, a mess you’ll never forgive them for. Never forgive him for.

At the dawn of a new day, the dreaded day, a new knock, more timid and timed bellowed, and the sound rang painfully in your ears.

“Kid… they’re leaving. They really want to say goodbye to you… they all do. Tuk is crying, she’s saying you’re mad at her. Just… just please come out, honey, ok?”

Tuk…

“Tuk can come in. But that’s it.” You hoped Norm couldn’t make out how hoarse and broken your voice sounded, and hope he couldn’t tell that you cried so much in one night that you blacked out from dehydration, only to be woken up by his announcement.Sure enough, a few minutes later, Tuk came in through the door you just unlocked. You tried to wash your face and look a little more presentable, but as you took one swift look in the mirror, you knew it was pointless. You just prayed Tuk wouldn’t notice.

“Come in, baby.” She ran into your arms and fastened her arms around your neck, and you were always shocked at how she was just as tall as you, and somehow even stronger.

“Sister! I thought I wouldn’t get the chance to say goodbye.” She was crying, you realised, as her hot tears spilled down your back, getting absorbed in your cotton top.

“Of course you would, baby. I am so sorry. I’m so sad that you’re going, so I needed some time, but I would never let you leave without telling you how much I’ll miss you, and that I love you so, so much. You’re the best little sister anyone could have ever asked for.” Her high-pitched cries tugged at your heart painfully, but you knew you had to be strong for her. She didn’t deserve any of it, any pain or hurt, anything other than pure bliss.

“I love you, too! I want you to come with. Why can’t you come with?”

You tried to ignore the way your entire body felt like it was being put through the meat grinder, and just focused on her, on her tears and her soft little hair that you caressed gently, and the way her head fit so well in the crook of your neck.

“Because I’m human, baby. And where you are going, they wouldn’t like me. I wouldn’t fit in. But baby, look at me.” You brushed the unruly braids out of her face and her tears from her cheeks, giving her the biggest smile you could muster. “This isn’t goodbye forever. I will see you again soon, and I can’t wait to hear all the adventures you’ve had and all the memories you’ve made. I’m so proud of you, you know? One day, you’ll outgrow me, and I’ll get to watch you be the most amazing warrior ever, just like your mummy is. And I’ll still be your biggest cheerleader, and I’ll watch from the bleachers, like in the movies, do you remember?”

She nods half-heartedly, but her face lights up a little, and you think the worst is over.

“Come, I’m sure everyone’s waiting. I will miss you, sweet girl. Be safe.”

You kissed her forehead and both of her cheeks, and with one last hug, she left.

They left. He left.

Hung my head as I lost the war

And the sky turned black like a perfect storm

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“How does it feel?” Neteyam watched as you eyed his queue, that was leisurely hung over his shoulder, a glimmer of curiosity in your eyes. He’s noticed you doing that for a while now, and when you were kids, he’s let you touch it once or twice, but it’s been years now, and the situation was no longer applicable. You were no longer just a friend, not quite a mate, somewhere in between, something undefined and awkward, something you didn’t talk about unless absolutely necessary.

“How does what feel, Vol?”

“The Tsaheylu. Connecting to another animal, another Na’vi. How does it feel?”

“I thought you knew about from all your little books.” You rolled your eyes and huffed annoyedly.

“Yes, I do. I know the theory. I know you use it to connect to other beings, to Eywa, I know you can feel each other’s emotions. I know all of that. But how does it feel?”

Neteyam thought about it for a long time. How was he supposed to describe something that was so natural and so quintessential to his life, to his existence, to someone who would never be able to experience for themselves?

“Do you know how sometimes we look at each other and we kind of just have a whole conversation just with one look? Because we know each other so well now, that words are not really necessary? Vol… I know everything you think, and everything you feel. I know you so deep in my soul, it’s hard to separate my own feelings from yours, my own thoughts. You’ve become so essential to my being, it’s like you are a constant part of me.”

He suddenly felt very vulnerable and exposed at the confession, and felt like he overshared something that may have been better left unsaid.

“I mean, I-“

“I know what you mean.”

You sighed and got closer to him, and you moved until you were in his lap, in your own little bubble of safety and comfort. It was your favourite place in the world, you once told him.

“I know what you mean too well. Sometimes, it’s hard to tell where I stop and you start.”

He felt relieved at your words, relieved to know you understood and felt the same. That you got him.

“Well, there you go. That’s kinda how it feels like.”

“But, how does it feel like? When you mate with someone, does it amplify the sensations, does it… make it better? Make it so you never want someone else ever again?”

The saddened, desolate tone of your voice told Neteyam that you were moving into uncharted territory, that this conversation was taking a turn neither of you were ready or skilled enough to navigate safely. He didn’t know what was the right way to answer something like that. Because the truth was that yes, from his understanding, it did make it better. It made it more intense, more special, it made it everything. There was a reason Na’vi had sex with however many people they wanted, but only bonded with one. It was the bond that separated a sexual experience from a mating experience, from something you would only ever wanted to experience with just one special someone. But he couldn’t say that to you. Not when you didn’t have this ability and never will, not when he knew how much you wanted it, not when there was nothing neither of you could do about it. So he considered a different approach.

“Do you want to touch it?”

Neteyam’s never allowed anyone near his queue before. No Na’vi would. The kuru was for themselves, for their mates and for their mothers as infants. It was the most sensitive and intimate part of them, and so naturally, Neteyam was a little uneasy and nervous. But he trusted you. He loved you. He was in love with you, and would have given anything to mate with you, but maybe this will be enough.

He laughed softly at the way your eyes widened in shock. You understood the implication of what he was asking you, and that scared you both. But still, almost bashfully, you nodded, a soft warm loving smile taking over your features. You softly reached for it and brushed your hands over the length that was draped over his shoulder, a touch so soft, so minuscule that it was barely there, but Neteyam’s whole body shuddered, goosebumps instantly appearing throughout his whole body. You quickly removed your hand, and looked guilty as you spoke.

“I’m sorry. This was probably a bad ide-“

“Hey, stop.”

Neteyam couldn’t help his fingers as they reached out and stroked you face and jaw, making their way down your throat and collarbone. He smirked a little when you shivered under his touch.

“See? Did that feel bad?”

You smiled and shook your head gently.

“It doesn’t feel bad. It’s just… new. But I want you to do it, Vol. I want you to do it.”

A little unnerved, you resumed your inspection of his braid, grabbing at as gently as you could and bringing it up to eye level.

“The hair here is softer.” You mused, almost to yourself. “I love that.”

Slowly, you moved downstream, until eventually, you reached its end, and gasped slowly as the pink tendrils came into view, moving a lot more erratically and enthusiastically than they normally did.

“Why are they doing that?”

“Because of you, Vol.” he said through panted breaths. He was experiencing a range and intensity of emotions he never had before, never in his life. The things you were doing to him, that only you ever did to him, the feelings you evoked in his mind and body, were now intensified a thousand fold, and he was crumbling under their weight.

“It’s doing that because my body feels you. Feels what you’re doing, knows who you are.” He hesitated before speaking, but he needed to get it out, he had to get it out. “It’s doing that because it knows I’m close to someone it… it wants to mate with.”

You removed your hand from him almost like his queue burned you. Your face contorted in a frown and you were struggling to push tears back in your eyes.

“Oh. Well, unfortunately, that’s never going to be able to happen, so…” You removed yourself from his lap and started turning your back to him, but he caught you and held you in place. You were almost face to face like this, which Neteyam was happy about. He had to look into your eyes to get his point across. He had to look into your eyes to get the courage needed to say this.

“Ma Vol, it doesn’t matter.” You scoffed, and the small movement of your head spilled unwanted tears, that you quickly brushed away with your thumb.

“Hey, look at me. Please?” You did so hesitantly. His thumb was caressing your face, your jaw and lips.

“It doesn’t matter. Do you not understand, Vol?” He moved his hand to rest on your chest, above your heart. “I can feel you. I can feel everything you feel. I can feel feel it like I’m going through it. When you’re sad, I’m sad. When you’re happy or shy, or anxious or scared, when you are annoyed or excited, I feel it all. You see? It doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t you get it? It never mattered. Not with you.” A small moan escaped you at his words, that he knew you needed to hear, and he needed to speak out loud. He didn’t know what would happen, didn’t know if he should have, but as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, harsh and needy, he couldn’t find it in him to care.

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧─��──☾•

There was nothing left to do

When the butterflies turned to dust that covered my whole room

So I punched a hole in the roof

Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you

Neteyam woke up with a mean headache, and he felt almost hungover. He always did these days, pain seeping through every dimension of his life, of his body and mind. The dreams were unrelenting, and they stung each night, so many memories, so many moments he wished he could go back to, that he wished he could relive… that he wish he could forget. It’s been weeks, yet your final interaction still haunts him. How could it not? He didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye. Nineteen years of friendship, of being each other’s safety net were swiftly thrown out the window in a split second, and Neteyam found it difficult to cope with the gap you and your presence left behind. There was so much that had to change for him, it felt like every day was a new life he never asked for and didn’t want, but was forced to live through regardless. A strange purgatory, one with warm breezes and crystal clear water and golden sandy beaches. Probably not the worst of purgatories, if Neteyam was honest with himself, but even Heaven could easily feel like Hell under the right circumstances.

“Ok kids, remember, no getting into trouble. Go meet Tsireya and Aonung and train. Pull your weight. Neteyam, once you’ve mastered the ilu, Tonowari said you can start learning how to tame the tsurak. Now let’s go show the Metkayina how the Omatikaya do things, alright, kids?”

“Yes, sir.”

Neteyam walked alongside his siblings to the meeting place they’ve been training every day for the past couple of weeks. As it turns out, the Metkayina can hold their breath underwater for up to 15 minutes, their bodies physically adapted to allow them to, and well… the Sullys couldn’t. So there was a lot of breathing training, on top of swimming lessons and ilu riding practice. Neteyam was frustrated to have to start anew, frustrated that he couldn’t fly every day, the way he has grown accustomed to for the past 6 years since completing his Iknimaya, frustrated that he went from being the future Olo’eyktan to a novice, to a nobody.

Despite everything, he tried. That was in his nature. He would always try, he would always give his best, and he would always make the best out of a bad situation, because that’s who he was. That’s who he had to be. The move left him broken and unmoored, with no purpose and no home, but Neteyam would still keep going, because his family depended on him, and that knowledge alone was enough to keep him afloat just a little while longer.

Neteyam couldn’t help be jealous of his little brother, who not only adapted, but he did so almost instantly. The new place felt immediately like home to the boy who has always felt alone and misunderstood, like a pariah and an outcast. It was the same here, yet somehow, the presence of the Olo’eyktan’s only daughter seem to lessen the blow and make him want to try harder than he ever has before. His breathing technique was better than all of theirs, except Kiri's, most likely due to the extra lessons he was getting every day from Tsireya. Neteyam was proud of Lo’ak, he really was. But he couldn’t shake the feeling of annoyance that once more, whilst Neteyam was plagued with insurmountable challenges and continuous sacrifices, Lo’ak once more got everything he’s wanted handed to him on a silver platter. He just wishes sometimes life could work out in his favour the same way, at least once. At least in one aspect. The one aspect.

The days were long and tedious, but every day something happened that he wished he could tell you about, that he wished you could experience. You loved water. He could just about imagine your face, your thoughts, your every expression, every sound you would make, every undulation of your voice. He could imagine taking you to the mangrove forest and finding a spot just for the two of you, your screams of pleasure drowned by the greenery and the sounds of exotic birds. He could see you taking your mask off despite his complaints, and kissing him, deeply and passionately, smiling as his tongue explored your body, as your hands explored his.

He missed you. He wondered if you missed him too, or if the hatred that probably fuelled your days prevented you from doing so.

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

“I’ve missed you.”

You were a mess of tangled limbs on your bed, Neteyam’s warmth enveloping you like a cozy blanket, much more so than the one currently covering you both. His voice was thick and laced with languor, and so sweet, it was making your eyes flutter closed in bliss and soothing relaxation.

“I’ve missed you, too, Teyam.”

Neteyam’s large hand cupped your face, lifting it gently so he could meet your eyes, smiling softly as he did.

“Ma Vol… are you happy?”

Neteyam’s loaded question took you by surprise, and woke you from your near-sleep. You thought about it for a while, pondering the weight of the word. Happy. Were you happy? Happiness was such a strange, abstract concept to you. On one hand, yes, you were. So, so happy. In this moment, you were happy. In every moment you were in his arms, every moment he laughed at your silly jokes, or watched you intently as you spoke about your day, in every moment he was just who he was, your best friend, your confidant, your boyfriend and mate for all intents and purposes, except the one that mattered most. And there was the flip side, the ugly monster, that was ever-present and following you everywhere you went, marring even the most serene, the most beautiful, the happiest memories. The truth. The truth was the antithesis of happiness. Because the truth told you that one day, Neteyam would up and leave you, and when he did, your life as you have come to know it for 19 years will change. Because let’s be honest. Not only will you lose him as a lover, as an unofficial boyfriend, but you knew you would lose him as a friend. You knew that whoever it was that would be his mate would not approve of your friendship, and that, in time, even that will dwindle and fall apart, leaving you completely on your own.

Still, all of that was far away in the future in your mind, and telling Neteyam any of it meant admitting feelings you shouldn’t be harbouring to begin with, so you settled for a white lie. A harmless lie. A necessary lie.

“I am, Teyam.”

“Are you?”

“Right now, I am.”

“Good. Because so I am. I know it’s strange. I hate this place, you know. So many horrible things have come out of it, so much hurt and pain and death, but somehow, being here with you… this room, this bed. Somehow it feels like home. And I think it’s you. I think you’re my home.”

You tightened your grip on his body and didn’t say anything as you allowed yourself the respite of his words, and the hope of tomorrow.

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

You woke up in pain, and crying, as you did most nights these days. You were slowly losing hope the nightmares would ever stop, that his face would ever be erased from your mind, both conscious and unconscious, tugging at every strand of sanity you had left, any shred of self-preservation still keeping you going. It’s been long enough that you thought the pain should have subsided by now. Long enough that maybe, just maybe, the world wouldn’t be as dark and gloomy anymore, that maybe while not the whole sun, but at least one ray of it could penetrate the ice that wrapped around your heart, slowly thawing it. But your world was still dark and filled with dim shadows and water that was slowly filling every chamber of your heart and lungs, slowly drowning you.

You got out of bed with a sigh and turned on the shower, water so hot it felt almost scalding on your skin, the only way you showered these days, the only way it was bearable, the only way. Because this way, in your mind, little by little, every inch of skin on your body he ever touched was slowly melting away, and in time, all the cells that died would be replaced with new ones, and in time, your body will be rid of his imprint and then, maybe then, you could finally be free.

You made your way to the dining area, determined to be a productive member of society at least to some extent today, determined to not spend yet another day in bed, replaying the same 10 songs that only made you sadder, or the same show that you have seen so many times you have memorised by heart. Most of the humans and Avatars were there, enjoying some breakfast prior to a long day ahead. There was yet another attacked planned today. Tarsem was a good leader. Strong and capable, unrelenting in his quest to impede as many of the human developments as he possibly could. He was not deterred by the Recoms and he had faith in Eywa’s ability and desire to protect her world and her people, and so far, he has been right. Even with Avatars, they have not been able to find the new Omatikaya base of operations, and you have even found some of them dead in the woods, mostly likely as a result of an attack by all the ikran that lived in the mountains.

“Morning, honey.” Max sent a wide smile your way, that you tried your best to reciprocate.

“Coffee?” The words were music to your ears. You’ve only tasted coffee a couple of times when you were young, before the provisions depleted, but now, with all the trains and helicopters that the Na’vi and Avatars managed to take down, the stronghold had plenty to spare once more.

“Yes, please.” Norm poured you the magic liquid and took a sip of it himself, sighing happily to himself.

“You know, it really does suck that the humans came back, but my God, this is definitely a silver lining.”

You chuckled a little.

“I doubt the Na’vi will see it that way, Norm.”

“No, but outside of coffee and burgers and all the other human things we’ve missed, Tarsem is incredible, kid! We have so many lab supplies, reagents and equipment that we are still trying to unpack, categorise and put together. It’s incredible all the stuff they brought with them. It’s almost like all the stuff we used to do on Earth, they’re trying to bring here. Who knows what we could do with all of it?”

“After breakfast, I can help you with it. This way we can go through it faster and figure it out?”

“That’d be great, kid.”

“Where’s Spider?”

“He’s training with the Olo’eyktan and his men. You know? Tarsem loves him!” Norm laughs heartily. You raise an eyebrow.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, kid! Turns out 19 years of training with Neteyam and Lo’ak under Jake’s supervision really did make him quite the fighter. Now, he’s obviously never going to be able to take the Iknimaya or be one of the people, but Tarsem sees a true warrior in him. Can you believe that?”

You couldn’t really, but you also couldn’t help the swell of pride that overtook you. It was nice to know there was some hope for the humans in the clan after all.

“Why don’t you go with him? You’ve also trained with the kids growing up. I know you split your time between that and being in the lab, but kid, it’s worth a shot. There’s a whole life out there waiting for you, and this way, you get to feel more integrated with the village. This is what you’ve wanted all your life, isn’t it?”

Yeah, you thought bitterly. A different life.

Despite everything, you took Norm’s advice, and spent your time training with Spider and the Na’vi warriors, deepening your understanding of guns, practicing bow and arrows and even learning hand to hand combat from the human Avatars. In the spare time, you helped in the lab, doing experiments and organising all the overwhelming amounts of new things you were receiving from all the raids. It was a good distraction, and it kept you busy sun up til sun down, each day, every day.

You and Spider got closer by the day, even closer somehow than you used to be. You cleaned his wounds and he helped clean yours, although he didn’t know much about how to do it, but in time, you taught him and you enjoyed the feeling of another person helping you, another person healing you. You almost felt the edges of the gaping hole in your chest start to close when you spent your days together.

But no amount of distraction could really keep the nightmares away when they wanted to come and haunt you in the night.

Ten months sober, I must admit

Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it

You woke up panting, crying and tugging at your night gown in an effort to make the pain stop, the gaping hole in your heart that hurt still as badly as that first day, that never seemed to get any smaller, that refused to heal. You barely registered the door to your bedroom sliding open with a soft whoosh, but jumped when you noticed a dark figure approaching you slowly.

“Spider, you scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry. I just heard you scream, I was worried about you.”

You looked at Spider, your eyes adjusted to the dark enough to make out his beautiful face and his dreads that were getting longer by the day. He needs a haircut, you decided mindlessly. You had to admit his presence was soothing to you, his presence in this room that only Neteyam truly ever came in, that only Neteyam ever slept in, that only Neteyam knew as well and intimately as you did. But Neteyam wasn’t here. Neteyam would never be here again. You winced at the sharp burst of pain that shot through you at the thought.

“I’m alright. Thanks for asking. Just had a nightmare.”

Spider sighed, picking at something on his arm.

“Yeah. I get those too.”

You barely stopped to consider what Spider must be going through, too self-involved in your own heartbreak to recognise his own, one that was probably closer to yours that you could have ever thought. You lost Neteyam, but Spider lost Kiri. You both lost a Sully, both lost a love you cared for deeply, more than anyone could ever understand except the other.

“Ok, well, sleep well. Let me know if you need anything.”

You saw Spider turn around and make his way towards the exit, and you could’t help the voice that came out uninvited.

“Can you… stay? Please? I don’t want to be alone.”

Spider stopped in his tracks, still turned away from you, and you watched as the atmosphere of the room shifted, as the silence became thicker than it had been a few moments ago.

“Yeah… yeah, I can stay.” He slowly walked towards your desk chair that had a few clothes thrown carelessly on it, that he removed and put on your desk instead. He sat down, playing with the height and back support controls.

“Goodnight, gorgeous.”

You laughed quietly.

“Spider, I meant stay with me.” You shuffled on one edge of your bed and patted the other side. You watched his eyes go wide and mouth agape, as he stared at you in shock.

“You don’t have to, if you’re uncomfortable with it.”

He shook his head and lowered his eyes to the ground. “No, it’s not that, it’s just…”

“Spider, it’s ok. Forget I asked, ok?”

“Oh, shut up. I want to, ok? I just needed a second to adjust. Jeez.”

In true Spider fashion, he stomped over to the bed and got under the covers, and slowly turned around to face you. This was a strange feeling to adjust to for sure. You’ve never had a normal sized person in this bed before. You’ve never had anyone else in here before except Neteyam. Spider looked tiny by comparison, even though the young man was almost a whole head taller than you. Your synchronised breaths were the only thing filling up the tense, awkward silence.

“This is a little weird.”

You couldn’t help chuckle. Well, at least one of you acknowledged it.

“A little.” You admitted. “But I’m glad you’re here, Spider.” He gave you a boyish, crooked smile, one that you’ve grown up seeing develop, just like the rest of him had. You never really paid attention to Spider before. To you, he was just your weird, Tarzan-impersonator, lanky and smelly friend, someone that was just always there. After Neteyam, you never really paid attention to anyone, especially of the opposite sex. Why would you? Any second spent on such affairs was a second wasted, in your mind. But now, Neteyam was gone. Neteyam would move on, and he’d find a mate, whether in the Metkayina or back here, if he ever return. It was time for you to pay attention, it seemed. And you did.

Spider grew up into a beautiful man. He was tall and strong, a testimony to the entire life dedicated to living as close to a Na’vi as he possibly could in this body, that was pure muscle. He was completely naked barring a pair of boxers, and even in the cover of darkness, you couldn’t help trace his biceps and pecs, his pronounced collarbones, and settle you gaze on his face, still kind and innocent, still the same kid you’ve known your whole life.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you smiled a little, almost bashful that he caught you, not that you were in any way subtle about it.

“You’re beautiful, you know? I think I’ve always been caught up in my own bullshit to really notice, and I’m sorry for that.” He rolled his eyes, but the blush in his cheeks was so intense it was noticeable even in the dim light coming from the bioluminescent glow of the nature right outside your window.

“You mean caught up in Neteyam.”

It was your turns to blush, hard enough that your cheeks felt like they caught fire. He laughs at you.

“It’s ok. You’re not the only one who knows what it’s like to love someone you can never have, and also not the only one who did things Neytiri would kill you for if she ever found out.” He opened up his arms.

“Come here.”

You hesitated for a second, but couldn’t help the sudden need to be held again, to allow yourself the chance of some sort of connection, some sort of lull in a sea of storms and heartache. Once in his arms, you were once again painfully aware of the difference between him and the man you’ve come to know by heart, the man that still held every part of you hostage, trapped in his hold.

“I know you’ve had a really tough time, and I know that you’re angry, and that most of all, you’re sad that it’s over. I am, too. But the rest of us are still here, you know? The rest of the world is still here. And I think maybe it’s time you give it a chance. Who knows what will happen?”

“How can you be so ok with it? They left us. They abandoned us.” His hand was calloused, but warm and gentle and it caressed up and down your back, and the touch, so familiar and yet so different, brought tears in your eyes as you found yourself wishing once more other hands, bigger and bluer, could do it instead.

“They had no choice. You really think any of them would abandon their home, their family, the forest… any of it, if they could help it?”

You were surprised at Spider’s words and way of thinking, so much more nuanced and level-headed than yours. You knew he was right. You knew it in your head that you shouldn’t blame any of them, shouldn’t blame him, that this was probably even harder for them that it would ever be for you, and yet still, your head and your heart rarely ever got along or saw eye to eye. Your heart was aching, shooting its poisoned blood all throughout your body with every heartbeat, trickling onto every cell, every ounce of you it could get to, making a mess out of you, leaving you reeling and broken, full of hatred and resentment.

“Don’t you… miss her?” He sighed, and stilled his hand movement on the nape of your neck. “I do. I miss them all. But this is a chance to prove myself, to live and show people that I am more than the Sullys’ little pet. And I will take this opportunity and give it everything I got. I suggest you do the same.”

“You should sleep. I’m gonna kick your ass in practice tomorrow otherwise.”

And so you did. And for the first time in months, you had a peaceful night.

Ten months older, I won't give in

Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it

The peace didn’t last, as it never seemed to, as Norm burst in the lab one day when you were doing some experiments.

“Kid. I just heard from Jake.”

The mention of Jake’s name stilled you in your tracks. The name and the names associated with it could always do that, will always do that, even though it’s been months. You knew Jake would never risk their cover to get in touch, so whatever the reason for this was, it was serious. You felt a lump in your throat, restricting your airways, making the breaths you took shallow and uneven.

“What’s the matter?”

”It’s Kiri. Something happened to her underwater. She’s unconscious. Jake asked us to come right away.”

Kiri… your sister in all the ways that mattered, you loved this girl with all your heart. The thought of anything bad happening to her was unthinkable to you. Another thought crept unwelcome in your mind, increasing the lump now completely obstructing your breath, that got stuck in your airways. Spider…

Trying to calm your thoughts, you spoke, and the voice scratched your throat painfully on its way out.

“Did you t-… did you tell him?”

“He’s out in the forest. There is no time. Me and Max are going now. Kid… I think you should come with.”

Eyebrows raised and mouth agape, you struggled to gather your thoughts enough to speak, only soft mumbles coming out instead.

“W-wh-“

“Because I think there’s a lot left unsaid. I know you’re angry, and you have a right to be, far be it from me to tell you how to feel, but…” he sighed, and you could tell he felt uneasy speaking to you about this. “Spider got some closure. You didn’t. Take it from an old man, life’s too short to not have some peace of mind. Kiri’s unwell, and if something happens to her, you will regret for the rest of your life not having said a proper goodbye when they left, when they wanted to.”

“I know it’s not what you want to hear, but they did think they were protecting you by leaving. You know they love you, kid. You’re their sister, their best friend. You’re as good as Jake’s daughter. They wouldn’t have left if they ever thought they had a choice.”

“Look, you don’t have to come. I just want what’s best for you, and I think isolating yourself the way you’ve been doing for months isn’t what’s best for you. Just come. Help us save Kiri, say your peace to the Sully family and then maybe you can move on, honey. And who knows… maybe you and Spider…”

You refused to think about his last sentence and focused on how your mind was short-circuiting at his other words, at his desire for you to join, at the thought of seeing them again. Of seeing him again. Your heart was beating so hard it felt like it was trying to escape your ribcage, and you ran your hand up and down your arms in order to remove the sweat that was gathering on your skin. You knew you probably shouldn’t, you knew that you were better off never seeing them again and forgetting the way his touch and his presence and his voice still had the power to make your knees buckle under the weight of what he meant to you, of the calamitous love you will always feel for him, but another thought, more pressing and urgent, more demanding, made you speak before your mind could intervene.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

The drought was the very worst

When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst

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…Can I have the digital circus gang with an s/o who kicks Jax’s a$$ when he goes too far in his ‘pranks’. So like, they’ll let a few remarks, jabs and ‘lighter’ pranks through if they don’t actually hurt anyone. But things like infesting Ragatha’s room with bugs, tormenting Pomni about her situation/mental state, breaking Gangle’s mask, stealing and hiding Zooble’s parts, demolishing Kinger’s impenetrable fortress or even royally messing up Caine’s adventures or shows for a laugh will get him in all sorts of trouble.

Sorry for the long request, rewatched TADC after Helluva Boss’s newest episode (omg so gooooood) and wanted some revenge for how much of a prick Jax is to everyone.

A well deserved A&% kicking

FINALLY! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST! I HAVE WANTED TO KICK JAX'S TEETH IN SINCE HE TRIPPED RAGATHA AND PUSHED GANGLE IN THE MEET THE CHARACTERS TEASER! Don't take that as I don't want fluffy requests for him. Cause I do. I've just waiting for enough reason to write about this concept for a little while. Jax x Reader who fights back

Jax hated you. Well more then the others at least cause you were the only one who wouldn't just let him get away with any and everything. And he despised you for that. Because of his track record you don't trust him, and can come across as a little protective over the others when it comes to him. You all are literally trapped in a digital circus. You don't need more problems. And Jax is just a walking problem. One time he found a pair of scissors and cut up Gangle and hid her in a box that he buried outside. When you found out about it you comforted Gangle and helped her get Caine so she could be in one piece again. You kicked the absolute s&@# out of him once you were sure Gangle was at least kind of ok. You wish you could do some actual damage but sadly that isn't possible in the circus. So you left him tied up and with tape over his mouth quiet corner that no one visits. He deserves it. And the week and a half he was gone was really calm and enjoyable only reinforcing the fact that he makes living here so much harder then it needs to be. In the time he was gone you broke into his room to make sure he didn't have anything else he could use to hurt others. You took everything that could be a problem as well as all his keys, so he couldn't get into everywhere anymore. But good news is you have made the circus a much safer and calmer place. And Jax's "pranks" have slowed a ton cause he can't just do anything whenever he wants anymore. He actually has to think about it and be careful not to get caught. Bad news is because of you his more sadistic tendencies have spiked since he can't constantly vent them. So the "pranks" he does do are much more messed up. His "pranks" can be awful at the best of times, and with you he actually has a reason and want to cause problems and pain. So watch your back. Cause you've made enemies with the most sadistic person there. (I wrote this in like a minute. I get it's kind of short but I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. Thank you for the request! And I hope you enjoyed!)

(Little heads up I updated my request rules so please check back before you request something. Thank you again!) xoxo, Jester

Edit: I'm so sorry. I didn't see TADC crew's S/O. I thought you wanted just like my ideas. I can re write this if you want.

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #noob author #not beta'd #Jax is a strangely universally loved character #Like don't get me wrong he's kind of attractive #But I go for personallity #So I hate him

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 8 days

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Jay Halstead: Whatever It Takes

You felt your stomach twist in knots. Jay’s blue eyes had a faraway look. His mind was somewhere else trapped battling with his demons. You had been dating him long enough to know when his PTSD had its claws in him. You had become an expert at picking up the signals, usually before even Jay knew a cycle was coming. The nightmares that plagued him and the distant coolness that came with them.

This time it was different. This time you had been the one to pull the trigger on the monsters living inside his head. You had been the one to feed them and give them strength to haunt the man you loved. Tears rolled down your cheeks silently. He was sitting on the couch staring off blankly at the wall. Stuck in a stalemate with his thoughts. “I’m so sorry,” It comes out as a full-blown sob. “I never should have asked that of you.”

His hands cup your cheeks, rough calloused thumbs wiping away your hot tears. His blue eyes are clearer as they bore into you. His expression is calm and stoic. “No, don’t apologize.” Your tears fall faster as your breath catches harshly on a sob. Your eyes fall to your lap unable to meet his gaze. You don’t deserve the comfort. “Hey, listen, listen to me, baby. Look at me.” He tilts his head down trying to catch your gaze.

It's only when you submit to him that he continues, “This isn’t on you. You hear me?” His fingers flex griping tighter for a second to make sure he has your attention. “That little girl is your family. That makes her mine too. There isn’t a thing in this world that I wouldn’t have done to bring her home safely. Not a damn fucking thing, you hear me?” His thumbs catch more of your tears, “You didn’t have to ask. You never have to ask. It was done the moment that bastard took her.” His eyes searched yours to make sure that you were hearing his words. “Tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” You repeat but not because you believe him but for his own benefit. You know he won’t let you go until you do.

“I love you,” His words are forceful and filled with devotion. You nod trying to hold back the sobs. His words set off a reaction. The emotion that you had been tamping down exploded through your body. “C’mere baby,” He pulls you onto his lap so you are straddling him. His strong arms wrap tightly around you. You are pressed into his firm body, wrapped in his scent. There is a lingering smell of smoke and gasoline from the fire that had been set to the building he had been checking while looking for your niece. You had begged him, asking him to do whatever it took to bring her back. A heavy unfair burden to place on him. Your niece was home safe with her parents and Jay was in front of you fighting with his demons and that burden had been felt twice fold in your gut. It was sharp cutting you with guilt from the inside out.

You sobbed your apologies and I love you’s into his neck. He can’t understand the words, but he can feel the emotions pouring out of you as he strokes your hair and whispers soothing words. Jay had never minded a firefight. They gave him a burst of adrenaline and sharpened his already heightened senses. It was the time after that always got him. The time when you came down from them. The time when emotions started swirling dangerously towards the surface.

He could deal with others' emotions. He hated to see you upset, but he knew how to be there for you. Take care of you, and be what you need. It was harder, if not impossible, for him to dig into his own emotions and deal with them. You, even now in your spiraling state, were like a balm to his emotional wounds. The two of you sat in the darkened living room wrapped in each other. Your emotions exploded out of you while Jay’s imploded inside of him.

The only comfort is each other.

My first attempt at a Jay Halstead story. It turned out more angsty than I meant for it too. I’ve been in one of those moods lately though. Hope you all enjoyed xoxo <3

#jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #chicago pd

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littlexscarletxwitch · 9 months

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── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, based on endgame by taylor swift (you don't understand how much i'm loving this song), cute gf flo

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 2.2k

note: omg, it's finally here. I'm so sorry it took me sooo long, it just I was super busy. Was this inspire by Ms. Taylor Swift? Yes, yes it was. I really hope you guys like this one. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Love you all so much <3

note 2: guys, I'm currently reading 'Delilah Green doesnt' care' and it's giving me so many ideas for fics. So would any of you be interest in more mum!florence? Please let me know. Xoxo, M

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

Your eyes were closed, your head was on her chest listening to her steady heartbeats, a soft smile formed on your lips.

“Promise me this is forever,” you whispered.

You knew she was awake, she was doing the same thing as you, enjoying the moment, living in the present.

Your eyes found hers already looking at you.

“I promise,” she said, her smile mirroring yours.

Her lips found yours as if sealing the promise forever, but nothing ever lasts forever. The kiss that was first sweet and soft and filled with love, turned bitter, harsh and cold. You pulled back confusion written all over your face.

You blink once then twice, and suddenly you were waking up on your bed, alone. You cursed yourself at the stupid memory. It was so pathetic to still think about Florence that way. You two were history, long forgotten, just a memory of your adolescence.

You shook your head, trying to wake up your foggy brain from the nap you had taken. And decided to get some work done as a way to clear your head from your silly old fantasies.

You made yourself a cup of tea, grabbed your notebook and put your headphones on. You only had three more months to finish your second album. The deadline wasn’t much of a concern of yours, what bothered you was the lack of inspiration. Every lyric you would write down was just trash, it was as if you were missing something. So far you had only five finished songs, and you needed ten more to have the album finished.

You were humming, moving your head to the beat as you let your brain come up with the right words, but it felt as if you were stuck.

“I wanna be your endgame,” you sang to the beat. “I wanna be, I wanna be your… ” you threw your head back in annoyance, frustration getting the best out of you.

You had been sitting on the floor for the last hour, trying to finish this one song but you were not even close to it. You took a deep breath trying not to lose your shit. Your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a new notification and that took your whole attention.

“Y/n Y/l/n and Drew Starkey spotted out for dinner,” you read out loud and couldn’t help rolling your eyes at the link your manager and best friend had sent you.

According to the news, you were dating both Drew Starkey and Joe Keery. You also almost got engaged the week before to Rudy Pankow, but apparently cheated on him with Maya Hawke. You knew better than to actually pay attention to fake news, but you couldn’t help to. After all that was now your life, the life of a startpop in the making, so much for a boring Oxford kid.

Your reputation precedes you, in rumours you were knee-deep. But there was nothing you could do about it. Exhausted from your social life and the poor lack of motivation to do the one thing you loved the most, you decided to go out on a walk, hoping it would help to clear your thoughts about both the fake news and Florence, who you tried to ignore from thinking of. But ever since that dream you found yourself thinking about her more often.

You knew she was as famous as you were, maybe even more. You had to admit to yourself that some nights you found some kind of comfort in her movies, watching her cute pouty face, the one she was most known for.

She was your first love, she taught you how to love, what it was to be loved. Of course it wasn’t easy to forget about her, even after all these years, some part of you still craved her love. It wasn’t that you didn’t love each other when you both decided to go separate ways, it was because things weren’t so simple anymore. You two weren’t just two teenargs in love, you were slowly becoming adults. She had booked roles and you were making your way into the music industry.

And without the two of you knowing you two just drifted apart, the two of you too caught up in your careers. But you loved her, so you decided to let her go, hoping and praying to the universe that maybe she would come back to you one day.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you opened the door to your local cafe and someone bumped into you.

“Sorry, I wasn’t… “ but you stopped cold once you saw the strangers eyes.

“Y/n?” she asked, her voice as soft and raspy as you remembered. “What are you doing here?” a smile formed on her face, as if she was genuinely happy to see you.

You shook your head trying to clear out your mind, was Florence really in front of you? “I, um, I lived here,” you blinked once, twice and she was still there. “Just around the corner,” you added, cursing yourself for being so awkward. “What are you doing here?”

Was this a sign of the universe? Have your prayers been answered?

“Visiting my family,” right her family, you thought. “Well, not just that, I’m also working,” she scratched the back of her neck. “I was actually hoping to see you, too.”

“Really?” that had to mean something, the universe couldn't be messing around with you this cruelly. Right?

“Yeah, I have, um… I have been thinking about you.” she smiled at you and you felt the butterflies in your stomach. “I think we should talk.”

“I, um,” what were you supposed to say? Were you willingly going to agree to spend time with the love of your life as if the two of you were going to be just friends? What was that supposed to mean?

“Yeah, sure. When are you free?” you finally agree.

You mentally checked your schedule, you were supposed to finish your songs but taking a break wouldn’t hurt anybody. Plus, you were going to get your coffee and get back to it right away.

“Um, what about now?”

Shit, you thought. She wasn’t going to give you any time to prepare yourself. Well, you better get into it, rip it off like a band aid.

“Okay, I was going to get a coffee and then we can…”

“Yeah, yeah, take your time. I’m going to find us a table.”

You order your coffee while mentally preparing for the conversation the two of you were going to have. What was she on about? Was it really a big coincidence? Did the universe put her in our path for some reason? You shook your head, you needed to stop thinking about the universe’s way of working for a second.

They handed you your coffee and now you had no more excuses to avoid her, not that you wanted to. Some part of you long to be near her, but you were scared of what this whole thing was about.

“So, um, what’s up with Drew?” she tried to pretend she didn’t care but was actually dying to know if you were actually dating him, not that you noticed it.

“Who?”

“Drew? Starkey?”

“Oh, yeah, Drew,” you chuckled, silly you for forgetting your own friend. “He’s just a friend, a really good friend,” was it your imagination or did she just let out a breath of relief. “What about Ashley?” you asked before taking a sip of your coffee.

She smiled at you, “She’s also a really good friend.”

“So, um…”

“Listen, Y/n…”

The both of you chuckled.

“You go first, Flo”

That nickname. It was stupid because everyone who knew her would call her ‘Flo’, but coming out of your lips felt different. She had missed hearing her name on your lips, she had missed you.

“I’m just going to say it, okay?” you only nodded. “I lied earlier, I’m not here for work or visiting my family. I came here to find you,” your lips parted in disbelief. “Ever since we broke things apart, I had been feeling like something was missing, Y/n. And I recently realised it was you. Well, I saw the article about you getting married and all I could think of was that something wasn’t right.”

“Florence I…”

“No, please let me finish,” she cut you off. “I understand that we are strangers to each other, but I would love to get to know you once again. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, it can be like a fresh start. I just really need you in my life, Y/n. I miss my best friend.”

You took another sip of your coffee, stealing time before giving her an answer. The truth was you already knew what you wanted, you knew it the moment you sat at the table, but you wanted to mess with her just a little bit.

You put your cup down, and finally your eyes found hers, “I would like nothing more.”

[...]

Ever since that day, Florence and you had been spending everyday together. Catching up with each other and going back to old habits.

The more you hang out with her, the more you could feel your old feeling coming back. But you didn’t want to rush things just to ruin them again. But one particular afternoon you couldn't hold back anymore and decided to do something about it.

She had fallen asleep 30 minutes ago, you chuckled as you realised her current state because she had picked out the movie but turns out she was more tired than what she let you see.

You headed to your small studio and decided to get back to the song you were working on before running into Florence. You knew exactly what you wanted to say, having found your new inspiration a few weeks ago.

You pressed play and the music started playing, you already had a few things written down in your notebook you just needed to put all your ideas together.

You were so lost and immersed in finishing the song, going at it back and forth, changing some lyrics, singing some ideas, writing and crossing out some bits, that you didn’t realise someone was watching you just when you were about to finish.

You had already recorded the whole song and were just checking it out when Florence leaned in the frame door.

Florence smiled as she listened to your sweet voice. She wondered who this song was about.

Knew her when I was young, reconnected when we were little bit older

Both sprung, I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders

She didn’t want to get her hopes up.

Reputation precedes me, in rumors, I'm knee-deep

The truth is, it’s easier to ignore it, believe me

She felt her heart shrinking in her chest.

Even when we'd argue, we'd not do it for long

And you understand the good and bad end up in the song

She listened closely to the song as you hummed to it.

For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

Her heartbeat and body temperature were rising.

I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny

After the storm, something was born on the 4th of July

I've passed days without fun, this end game is the one

With four words on the tip of my tongue, I'll never say it

She couldn't take it any longer.

“I like it,” she said, getting closer to where you were sitting. “It’s catchy,” she said, trying to shake her feeling away. That song could be about anyone.

“I feel like something’s missing,” you scrunch your nose.

“Sing the corus to me, please,” she looked at you with her doe eyes and you swear you could have melted in that moment.

You shook your head with a smile on your face and compiled, “I wanna be your endgame, endgame,” you finished singing the chorus. “And then it goes. Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations, ah,” you sang, trying to not look at Florence.

“You know, it sounds awfully familiar,” she teased, wanting nothing more than for it to be true.

“And you heard about me, ooh. I got some big enemies,” you kept on going.

“What are you trying to say, Y/n?” she kept on pushing you.

“Big reputation, big reputation. Ooh, you and me would be a big conversation, ah. And I heard about you, ooh. You like the bad ones, too,” you finished, trying to tell her that you were thinking exactly what she was thinking.

She was so close to you now, her knees brushing against yours, sending electricity throughout your body. You could feel her hot breath on your lips.

“I want to…” she didn’t finish her sentence because you were already nodding and she smashed her lips to yours in a second.

You felt as if a wave of cold water was washing over you. Her lips felt both familiar and new at the same time. You felt at home as she wrapped her arm around your waist and her other hand cupped your cheek. You didn’t want to ever stop kissing her, but both you and her needed to breathe so ultimately pulled apart.

She rested her forehead on yours, both of her hands cupping your cheeks, caressing your skin with her fingertips.

“I wanna be your endgame,” you quietly sang to her.

She chuckled before kissing you again and again and again.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x fem reader #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh x you #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh imagine #littlexscarletxwitch's fic #Spotify #[🎧⊹♡] based on songs i love

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fivelakesinwriting · 8 months

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would you be up to writing a smut for andrew again? maybe the reader just came back from UTBOH premier (his new show) and seeing him as a dilf just made her need him to put a baby in her

Author's Notes: I actually already had something like this already written! Thank you for requesting. I'm so sorry it took me so long to get to - I'm trying to get through old requests when I can! I'm hoping the wait was worth it and that you enjoy xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drinking, established relationship, talk of pregnancy, smut* (unprotected sex, biting, some spanking)

Requested: Yes, old request!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

Andrew knew that she liked his work, and had been looking forward to this project, but he didn't know she would have this reaction. Especially after he propped her up on the vanity 10 minutes before their town car showed up. He thought he had done a better job at easing her desire a little bit.

"You're so sexy as a Daddy. Fuck, I want your baby so much." She wept in his ear before she sank to her knees in front of him seconds after their hotel room door shut.

"Come back up here. Slow down, little lady. Holy fuck." Andrew breathed out as she unzipped his slacks and reached for his manhood as he tugged her upright again.

"I don't want to go slow. I want to go fast, make a baby. I want to bounce on your thick, beautiful -" She groaned as he covered her mouth with his hand, his eyes narrowed down at her.

"How much champagne did you drink?" Andrew murmured as he pulled his hips back, not letting her rub him over his briefs. He removed his hand from her pouty lips to let her reply.

"One glass. I swear, just the one. I just saw you up on that screen and I just felt something. I know that wasn't the point of the story, and that's wrong of me. But I saw you with those kids and I got stupid." Her eyes were heavy, but not with alcohol, they were heavy like after he'd fuck her into the mattress and she'd ask for one more roll around.

"Stupid?" He repeated softly as he trailed his fingers over her chin down her throat, over the tops of her breasts.

"Yeah. I got that fuzzy headed feeling, but it was less sweet and tender than earlier. I just wanted to rip your clothes off and ride you like an animal. Bite you, lick you, scratch you up and let you cover me in -"

Andrew grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a hot, messy open mouth kiss. He slipped his tongue in her mouth with a moan as he lifted her thigh up around his waist with his other hand. He let her unbutton his shirt as he started his trail of kisses down her throat to her chest.

"You want to go for a little ride, lovey?" Andrew growled as he nipped at her chin, breathing heavily against her lips as she worked her hand into his slacks to palm his stiffness.

"Yes, please. I need you so naked and deep inside of me. Wanna bite you all over." She whispered as she pressed her hand to his full thickness over his briefs.

"What has gotten into you? Fuck." He groaned as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her to the bed while she kept her hand in his pants. He dropped her to the bed as carefully as he could before he shrugged out of his suit jacket and tore off his tie.

"Next time." He growled as he balled up his tie and pitched it to the end of the bed.

"You wanna tie me up, baby?" She breathed out as she reached for his belt buckle and tugged him close, legs around his waist.

"More than anything. Wrists behind your back, to the headboard, or wrists tied to your beautiful ankles. But you requested a ride around the world first, lovey. Leave these shoes on for me?" Andrew breathed out as he ran his hands up her smooth legs underneath her dress. His hips were hers as she tugged his belt through the prongs then wrestled his slacks and briefs over his backside.

"Whatever you want. Baby!" She giggled as he crawled into bed and flipped them over. He unzipped her dress, pawing her breasts as she rocked over his hard leaking manhood.

"Take this off, lovey. Oh, so beautiful. And these panties can just be destroyed. We don't need them." Andrew breathed out as he bunched her dress up around her waist then pulled it off her body. He rooted his fingers in her panties and ripped them at the seam, revealing her wet treasure to him.

"Put Him in for me, baby?" She whispered as she pressed down to her hands on the mattress and kissed his cheek, the beard scratching her lips.

"Need my help, lovey? Oh, there we go. Is that good, lovey?" Andrew grunted as he held himself steady and eased inside of her as she bit and nibbled down his scruffy neck. He ran a hand over her hair as he settled inside of her, his breath stuck in his throat as her tight walls clenched around him in the hopes of making him part of her.

"S'good. So full." She whispered into the crease of his neck as she started to rock her hips on top of him.

Once she had adjusted to his size, her little hole stretched to its limit with his thick length, she sat upright and held his shoulders for leverage. She lifted her hips up then down, tantalizingly slow, watching him lick his lips.

"If you're gonna ride like that, put your knees here." Andrew breathed out as he grabbed the backs of her knees and spread them out as far as they could go, letting her clit rub his abs.

"Oh, baby." She gasped, falling back down to her forearms on the mattress at the sensation, pleasure coursing through her body as he hit her gspot and her clit rubbed his stomach.

"Better, yeah? That's my girl." Andrew huffed out as he grabbed her thighs then pawed at her ass cheeks before doling out a firm smack that made her moan. That loud, slutty moan he loved to hear when she really let go for him.

"S'good, lovey? Take what you want, it's fucking yours." He growled as he smacked her ass again then reached for her hair and tugged hard, exposing her neck.

"Do it. I know you want to, Andrew. Bite my neck and fucking claim me." She rasped out as she scratched the nails of her left hand down his chest, red marks across his skin.

Andrew growled from deep, deep in his chest as he surged forward to sink his perfect white teeth into her neck. His girlfriend pressed her nails into his chest, little crescent moon shapes embedded over his heart as she sobbed his name, rolling her hips like a cyclone on top of him.

"Gonna make me cum, lovey. So wild right now. Slow down." Andrew croaked as he pulled his fingers down her back to her hips, trying to cease her movement.

"But you feel so good." She sobbed out as she sat up, running her hands through her hair as she bounced in his lap, her back arched.

"I wanna last longer, make you cum." He groaned as his fingers pressed into the flesh of her hips in a weak attempt to anchor himself.

"S'okay, baby. I'm there with you." She breathed out as she dropped to her forearms on the mattress and pressed her forehead to his, her fingertips running over his bearded jawline.

Andrew wrapped his arms around and flexed his arms into the small of her back as he brought them both over the edge. Her toes curled in her shoes while she pulled his hair, breathing his name in his ear.

"Fuck. I'm definitely fine with doing that over and over again to have a baby." Andrew sighed contently as he released his arms from around her body and rested them over his head.

"I'm so shocked." She grinned as she looked down at him with bright, but tired eyes, her body weak on top of him.

Andrew chuckled as he buried his face in her neck, placing soft kisses down to her shoulder. He rolled them over in the bed, tugging her snuggly against him as he tucked them under the blankets. They fell asleep, both dreaming of their future together and starting a family.

Please let me know what you think - comments and messages are welcome! I hope you all enjoyed xoxo

#andrew garfield #andrew garfield fic #andrew garfield smut #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield x female reader #andrew garfield x reader smut #andrew garfield fan fic #andrew garfield blurb #andrew garfield imagine

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viaoverthemoon · 9 months

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First of all, hi! <3 just want to say keep up the great work with your writing I enjoy it sm!!

so I saw this edit and I absolutely CANNOT get it out of my mind if Leon. It’s a mod of him as a cowboy AND ITS MAKING ME FERAL. I haven’t seen anyone really write about of his mods (that he looks so fine in 😖)… if I could, could I request a little smut with this mod of Leon 😇😇

(ALSO HERE IS THE EDIT LINK XOXO)

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8JwXJ5V/

(And another to bless your eyes)

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8JwPCfp/

To be honest, this is just the request I needed.

Sorry this took so long! Hope you like it! <3

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's your birthday and Leon gives you a lil surprise <3

Tw: SMUT, p in v sex, protected sex, hair pulling, choking, taunting, dirty talk, this shit kinda kinky, odd ending

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Enjoy! <3

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"Shit-... I told him we should've gotten that new lock-"

After a bit of fighting with the lock of the door, the key finally turns.

You groan in relief, unlocking the front door and stumbling into your home. You can't wait to change into relaxing clothes, curl up on your couch with your laptop, and just enjoy the rest of your night.

Of course, your boss called and demanded you come in on your birthday, of all days.

You worked from morning to late evening, leaving you tired and sluggish when you got home.

Your boyfriend Leon shouldn't be home for a few more hours, but you must not be completely up to date with his schedule because when you look around your shared home, you see the lights are on.

Slipping off your shoes, you call out for him. "Baby? Are you home?"

You shrug off your jacket and are met with silence until the sound of a door opening catches your attention.

Just down the hallway, the door to your bedroom opens, and out comes Leon.

Your jaw drops.

Rather than his usual home attire of just sweatpants, or his after-work attire of a tight shirt and thick work pants, he steps out of the room in some kind of cowboy cosplay.

He wears a long-sleeved black dress shirt, wrangler jeans held up on his hips by a thick brown belt that bobs left and right from each step he takes. A black cowboy hat with a gold rim rests on his head as he walks towards you with his hands on his hips.

You blink once. Twice. Before busting out in a laugh.

Leon's cheeks turn a tomato shade of red, the tips of his ears doing the same. "Don't laugh! I wasn't expecting you to be home so soon..."

You smile at him, putting your jacket on a nearby chair and walking the rest of the distance to him. "I'm not laughing at you! It's just-... the situation?"

You giggle, eyes wandering over his clothing. "Don't tell me this is all for me?"

Leon sniffs, getting back into character, and crosses his arms over his chest. "Of course it is, sweetheart." He towers over you. "Wouldn't want the birthday girl to go without a gift, right?"

You try not fold under his domineering stance and teasing smirk. His southern accent is terrible and overdone, yet somehow alluring and deep.

His little outfit isn't perfect, but it's convincing enough. You would know, seeing as half of your family came from deep in the south. Which is why, you suppose, he would dress up like this for your birthday.

You step forward, your chest touching his, and run a finger along his jaw. "Ah, how thoughtful, my love. So what? You're trying to seduce me with a cowboy imitation?"

His grin widens. "Oh, I'm more than an imitation sweetheart," His hands come back down to rest on his hips. "I'm the real deal, darlin'."

"Mhm," Your finger trails down his chest. "Then I'm sure you know what this means, sweetheart."

Before he can say anything else, your hand snatches his hat off of his head. He watches, wide eyed, as you place the hat on your own head.

You flick the tip of the hat to look at him, eyes filled with lust and mischief.

"Say, cowboy. Per the birthday girl's request, you fancy taking her for a ride?"

There's a pause of silence between the two of you, the only sound being Leon's heavy breaths.

"I reckon I do."

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The air is steamy and thick, causing a sheen of sweat to spread over your body.

Leon's hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he watches you bounce on his cock.

You pause your ministrations, setting a slow grind to catch your breath.

The hat tilts and you reach a hand up to steady it again, placing the other hand on Leon's chest. He seems to be getting impatient, rolling his hips up to meet yours.

You moan at the feeling, hips stuttering for a moment as you look down at him.

He smirks. "What is it, sweetheart?" He pushes impossibly deeper inside of you, your jaw dropping open. "Getting tired?"

You ignore his taunting, smiling sweetly at him as you rise all the way up to his tip, then slam back down. He gasps and throws his head back. "Oh... Sorry baby. Was that too much?"

The tension is high, you rocking up and down on Leon's red angry cock, and him thrusting his hips up to meet yours every time.

The feeling has your release drawing near. You keep a hand on the hat, throwing your head back as you pant and groan in effort.

Your thighs burn and your legs shake, but you're determined to put him in his place. You grin tiredly when you feel his thrusts getting sloppy and desperate.

You continue your pace and give him a taunting smile. "Don't- Don't tell me this is all you can t-take, darlin'?"

You notice something in his gaze snap a second too late before his hand snaps up, deliciously wrapping around your throat.

Your hips falter for just a second, but Leon makes up for the lack of speed.

His pace turns brutal, the hand around your throat tightening so much it nearly cuts off all of your oxygen. You heave a silent scream, nails scratching Leon's chest.

"I'm sorry hun, you were saying?" He knows what he's doing, smirking at you in a way that makes your pussy clench. His hand tightens again, completely taking away your air and giving you that euphoric feeling.

You arch your back, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You can almost taste your orgasm, it being so close you're seconds away from exploding.

His hand loosens, gifting you air and making you whine, hips rutting desperately against his. He takes the hat from your head and puts it on his own before yanking your head back by your hair. He runs his lips along the column of your throat.

"I think the birthday girl needs a reminder of who she belongs to... I want my name to be the only word on your tongue when you cum. Understand?"

You whimper and nod your head, too desperate to be bratty right now.

Leon smirks, patting your cheek. He then reaches a hand between the two of you and rubs circles on your clit.

You cry out, nails embedding into his shoulders. You place your head in the crook of his neck, rolling your hips to deepen the feeling of his cock.

It does just that, reaching somewhere so deep that it triggers your release.

You cry out his name so many times that your throat goes raw.

There's a pause of silence once your high dies down, the only sound being yours and his panting. After a moment he lifts you, against your wishes it would seem if your whine was anything to go by, and pulls out.

He lays you on the bed before taking off the filled condom. He tosses it, cleans you, brings water for the both of you, and turns down the lights.

Later, you both lay in bed, cuddling in silence...

"So, I totally won that right-?"

"Leon, oh my gosh, we were just having sex-"

"Don't change the subject. Just admit you're a loser-"

"Go the fuck to sleep."

.....

"Happy Birthday... Darlin'-"

"Goodnight, Leon."

.....

"Thank you."

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I thought the ending would be funny & cute but idk ;-;

Y'all pls, its 12:20am and my ass hurts bc I just got my hair done wtf. I've been sitting in this chair since 10am.

Anywaysss, lemme know what you think!! <3

Hope you enjoyed!!

Requests are open! <3

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noosayog · 1 year

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wc: 1k

content/warnings: angst, fluff

final part, directory here.

noos's notes: thank you for enjoying this series! I'm the worst at writing making up scenes, so I hope this isn't too abrupt but I really never thought I'd actually finish writing this series if not for all of you who reblogged with comments and tags! xoxo

When Sakusa asks if he can come in to talk, you decline and offer to go to a nearby park. It’s summer and the weather is permitting, but he feels a cold chill despite your tentative smile. It’s not lost on him that you don’t want him in your safe space; you’ll only allow him an audience on neutral ground.

It’s not like he wasn’t expecting this. He’s grateful that you’re even willing to speak to him.

“I-”

“What-”

You both speak at the same time. Sakusa clams up and awkwardly gestures for you to speak. You sigh. “What did you want to talk about, Kiyoomi?”

Now, he had planned out what he would say at this moment. He had a whole script, as well thought out as could be in the span of time he ran from the locker room to your place. He was even going to take Atsumu’s lines and incorporate them into his speech.

But he’s not used to the cold front and polite smile. His mind blanks out and he’s on autopilot.

“How can I show you that I care about you?”

You frown. Not the reaction he was looking for but at least he got the stranger-danger smile off your face. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t think… I’ve been doing a good job of showing you how much I care about you.”

“Kiyoomi…” you trail off.

You pause for a moment, your facial expression resigned. Sakusa fears he might’ve said the wrong thing again. Where was Miya when you actually needed him?

“I’ve never thought that you don’t care for me. Honestly, this is all on me. You’ve made it clear from the start that you don’t feel for me the way I do for you and that’s not your fault-”

Kiyoomi is desperate to open his mouth, call himself an idiot and set the record straight, but you hold up a hand to finish.

“Not your fault and I think it’s time I really put some effort in to let go of these feelings and stop hoping for things and crying at bad times and,”

You’re babbling nonsense at this point, voice getting softer and wobblier by the second and it’s terrible but all Sakusa can think about is how happy he is that you still seem to be in love with him.

Silly, stupid, absolutely knuckleheaded Sakusa. Him.

He says your name, resolutely, with promise.

You shut up and raise your face to him.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been more clear. When I say care for you, I don’t mean it was a friend.”

You blink. The tears have stopped. Something’s working.

“I mean it as… well, the way you meant it when you told me you liked me.”

He’s on a roll now.

“It took me a really long time to realize this and even after I did, I needed Miya to knock it into me. I’m sorry I didn’t know I was in love with you from that very first night, I’m sorry that I’ve been a coward and selfish, and I’m sorry that I’ve made you cry by yourself. So let me rephrase. What can I do to make you know, without any doubt, that I like you so much and I want to care for you in a way that you’ll let only me do?”

Sakusa heaves out a big breath and he kind of expects you to just kiss him like they do in novels and movies but you just stare at him with big, uncomprehending eyes.

You’re quiet for a moment and when you speak, you say something Sakusa isn’t expecting.

“I want to, but you need to give me a reason to. All you've given me since we slept together are signs that you don’t want us to be together.”

He did consider the possibility that you had already fallen out of love with him, but you still seemed to be very much emotional over all this. He hadn’t considered the possibility that he had made so many mistakes that even the weight of your love was overshadowed by hurt and distrust.

He wants to let his flight instinct kick in again, but he didn’t steel his resolve and selfishly demand that you meet with him for nothing.

And as a minor afterthought, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to handle reporting back to Miya that he ran from you again.

“So let me ask you again, then. What can I do to show you how much I mean everything I just said? Make you breakfast and take you out for dinner? Clean your apartment? Tell you I love you everyday?” The list goes on.

It makes you giggle and Kiyoomi counts it as a point won.

“Are you sure this time, Omi?”

Kiyoomi almost swoons at the nickname. “Yes.”

“Then, while all those things sound good, I just need you to promise that you’ll try harder to talk to me when things get uncomfortable. ‘Cause all I ever wanted was for you to stay.”

“I will,” and he means it.

“It would be nice to hear you tell me you love me everyday, though.

“I’ll put a calendar reminder so I don’t forget.” He’s a hundred percent serious.

You laugh and he leans closer, desperate to hear - no, feel - that familiar sound better.

“That’s cheating!”

“I’ll remember. I’ll never forget anything about us ever again.”

“Omi,” you’re gentle as you pat his cheek. “It’s not possible to never forget anything. Just don’t forget to tell me how you feel.”

“I can do that,” he promises.

You laugh again. It's the kind of laugh like you don’t believe him, but he supposes that’s alright. He knows he can’t erase the months of loneliness and pain he caused you with just a few pretty words. But he does plan on spending the next few years, maybe the next few eternities, doing exactly that.

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dontyouworrydaddy · 5 months

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Hiiii 😄

Never really requested anything before, But I just read your "danger" post it was soooo fking good !

I was wonder if you could do the same concept but the *reader* gets help from the whole 141 group maybe in a more dangerous situation? However you feel like writing it! Hope that makes sense

Thanks ! 🤍

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Task Force 141 + gn! Reader

First of all, I‘m so sorry that this ask took so long:(

But here it is ❤️❤️

and…AHHHHHHHHH thank you so much💘💘💘 I hope you enjoy this one xoxo 🫶🏻🫶🏻 LOVE YOUUUU!!!

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, Blood, Near death scene

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Don’t. Fall. Asleep.

Don’t Sleep.

Even if you didn’t sleep for the last 37 hours. Don’t. Fucking. Fall. Asleep.

You don’t know where you are. Nor do you know what happened. Everything happened so fast. And the last thing you remember is Price yelling orders through the comms. But somehow you never knew what he was saying.

The only thing you know is that if you fall asleep now, you’re dead. You’re in a basement, god knows where this basement is. Laying on the floor with chains swallowing your feet and hands. Your clothes are ripped and there is barley anything covering your body. And oh god… you’re lucky you can’t see your body. You wouldn’t like the amount of bruises and dried blood covering your body. And let’s not forget your face. Your whole hair is covered with blood and your nose is definitely broken. You can barely open your left eye which makes it difficult for you to consume your surroundings any further.

You wish you were dead already so you wouldn’t have to keep living through this. All they want from you is top secret information and they do everything… literally everything to get this information out of you.

Waterboarding? you still stood silent.

Pushing a knife in your leg? You still stood silent.

Pulling a bag over your head? You still stood silent.

And the list continues.

Now you’re barely moving and breathing but you’re still silent. You even gave up the hope for the task force boys to find and rescue you out of this hell. But if they didn’t rescue you in those 37 hours… they for sure won’t do it know. It would only put their life at risk and it wouldn’t be worth it, or so you thought.

"You fucking -" the man dressed in a white tank top (with your blood on it) and joggers was literally was losing his mind because whatever they did to you, you didn’t say a word. Not a single word came out of your mouth and this fact was driving him crazy. "You fucking talk now or I‘ll send you straight to afterlife." he says with a serious tone and the aggressiveness in his voice makes you let out a little chuckle but it hurts so bad, you stopped. But he sadly saw your lips twitching and the silent chuckle which makes his blood boil.

"You think I‘m joking eh?" he steps away for a quick moment and puts his hands on his head. He lets out a maniac laugh which doesn’t scare you at this point anymore. Suddenly he turns around and kicks you in your stomach which causes you to scream in pain.

After a few hits the man standing in the back pulls him away and whispers something in his eat but it was difficult for you to hear it. The ringing in your ears are too loud and you start feeling dizziness taking over your whole body.

The worst part isn’t the dying part. It’s the fact nobody will properly ever find your body. And the fact you’re gonna die alone. Which has been always your fear.

And you fear that you’re going to face those fears.

You close your eyes for a second and exactly in that moment you hear the door burst open. You heat gunshots and you think it’s just the boss coming in and torturing you again.

But after the sound of gunshots finally comes to an end, you slightly open your eyes and see Kyle.. looking down at you with worry written in his eyes.

Kyle and you have always been closer than anyone else. You guys were best friends in high school and decided to join the military together. He was always your back while you were his shield.

He says something but you can’t make out what he says. You only see Johnny solving the chains around your wrists and free you from all of those.

Without a second hesitation, Kyle picks you up while Simon, Johnny and Price are around you, defending you from any further danger.

You let your head rest on Kyle‘s shoulder and close your eyes while they carry you down the street, straight into the helicopter.

You know you’re safe now. And that’s why you close your eyes. They rescued you from facing death alone. And they sure are going to pull you out of the grave.

You close your eyes and hope you wake up tomorrow. At least you were rescued

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beybaldes · 1 year

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maybe you can’t see how much you mean to me

Graham Dunne x Fem!Reader

djats masterlist

word count : 2k

summary : basically a Graham!version of they long to be (close to you) OR the one where you and Graham get a good nights sleep.

thank you for the request @p4landia <33 i hope you like it - i sure enjoyed writing it!

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered your fav show/book because I have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more warren fics xoxo

"No, it's okay Warren, you go to bed." Warren scooped you up in his arms, placing you down in the spot next to Graham who had already opened up his blanket for you, then pressed a kiss to your cheek. "I'll leave the door open for you."

You'd spent the last 20 minutes convincing Warren to go to bed while you stayed up in hushed tones, not wanting to alert any of the others to your agreement, but not wanting him feel alone. It was never fun trying to sleep in the new environment that was the LA house, but you and Warren were doing your best to make it through a bad situation, whatever the means. Besides, it was nice to have someone to cuddle up with on the colder nights, even if it was someone else in the house you'd rather be cuddled up with.

You let your head fall to Graham's shoulder as Warren placed you down, who pulled his arm out from between the two of you and wrapped it over the back of the sofa. He allowed you to tangle your legs up in his pyjama covered ones, making sure you were comfortable before he turned his attention back to the tv screen. Maybe he'd one day be brave enough to press a quick, but loving, kiss to your cheeks the way Warren just had.

"You and Warren are sleeping together?" Karen had been the one brave enough to ask, the conversation between the two of you not unnoticed by the rest of the group - it being the only thing to break the silence in the past 40 minutes.

All heads turned to you, attention suddenly on something that had the potential to be more interesting then the rerun of Scooby-doo that had just started. "Not like that." You answered softly, eyes still focused on the cartoon dog and his gang on friends, not noticing how everyone else was now looking at you. "We both just like the company of it. I don't think either of us realised how lonely it would be coming out to LA."

Relief swept through Graham's body, him letting out a breathe he didn't realise he'd been holding in as he waited to hear your answer. Sure, you were much more casual with affection then anyone else he knew was, but with Warren it always seemed like more - he was glad to know it wasn't.

"Cute." Camilla mused, a warm smile curling on her lips as she took in that even in your sleep you were reaching out for the touch and warmth of someone else.

"You're always welcome in my bed, sweet-pea." Karen added, a smile curling on her own lips as she managed to take your attention away from the tv. "I swear you run cold. Would be nice in the LA heat."

"You can't steal my blanket buddy." Graham gasped, pulling you tighter against him and furiously tucking the blanket around the two of you. Your head fell from his shoulder and now pressed against his chest at the movement, the beat of his heart a soft call to sleep beneath you. "She's the perfect amount of cold. The windows open, with the blanket, with y/n is the perfect temperature for me."

A smile curled on your face at the possessiveness behind Graham's words, liking how he sounded when he was referring to you as his and perfect. It was something you could easily get used to hearing more often.

"I'm going to have to pass on that one Karen, unless you want to come down to my room." You countered her offer with a soft smile, attention moving back to the tv once more. "Warren says your room is haunted."

Laughter spread through out the room as you sided with Warren even in his absence; he was so sweet to you, and that's what friends do, so how could you not?

"What?" You asked, laughing yourself. "We left it empty until your arrival for a reason." That caused another round of laughter to break out in the room, everyone enjoying the way the two of you were slowly but surely morphing into one person with the more time you spent confined in the LA rental.

A particularly loud shout of "scoob!" from the TV had everyone's attention turned back to the cartoon, letting the nature of your relationship with Warren lie for at least the time being.

By the end of the third episode, only you, Graham and Eddie remained in the room. Graham and you were fast asleep, his head leaning atop yours, the two of you wrapped in what looked like a tight hug, although the blanket hid your entangled legs, and Eddie was sat in the armchair against the wall, legs curled into the seat and a bottle of warm beer in his hands that he'd been nursing for the last half an hour.

As the intro to the next rerun of Scooby-doo blasted from the TV, Graham startled awake, literally jumping out of his seat and pulling the blanket with him. He grumbled some attempt at what you thought was a goodnight, and went to stumble sleepily out of the room, the warmth of him and the blanket leaving you alone on the couch.

Reaching out for him at the last second, you slipped your fingers through his, intertwining your hands. Shuffling through the room to meet him, you murmured a command of 'sleep' dropping your head against his chest once more.

Graham pulled his arm up to rest over your shoulders, his hand in your hair and scratching at your scalp, lulling you back to sleep exactly where you stood.

"One second." You pleaded, removing yourself from his hold and making your way over to Eddie who opened his arms out to you as you waddled into his side. "Goodnight Ed's." You murmured dreamily, pressing a sweet kiss to his jaw as your couldn't quite reach his cheek now he was stood up.

"Goodnight birdie." He replied, guiding you back into Graham's arms as he left the room, making his own way to bed. Graham wrapped his arms around your shoulder, keeping you as tucked under the blanket as he could give the situation, and began to lead the two of you back to his room.

"This okay?" Graham asked as he guided you into his bed, pulling the duvet back and getting you settled before he tried to do so for himself. "Want to stay nice 'n warm 'n cuddled up with you."

"Yeah, 'course." You hummed, waiting for Graham to get into the bed with you before you wiggled yourself into his arms, intertwining your legs with him just as you had done on the couch moments ago. You tucked your head under his chin, burrowing yourself into the warmth Graham provided in a much easier way then you had done on the couch.

"Goodnight sunshine." Graham whispered, noticing that you'd already dropped asleep with one of his hands tangled in your hair and the other running up and down the length of your back. He pressed a chaste kiss to the crown of your head, smiling into your skin as he closed him eyes. "Goodnight."

The two of you slept right through the night, tossing and turning though still holding onto each-other, each movement accompanied by the other immediately moving as well to continue the comfortable sleep. Like usual, you were the first awake, you an early riser and Graham waking up as soon as you tried to move out of his hold. Though you'd tried to convince him to go back to sleep, shushing him and running your hands through his hair, he insisted on getting up with you.

And that's how you'd ended up here, your legs tangled with his once more, the little blue blanket covering your lap and two rather large bowls of cereal in hand. The tv had been left on, and now an episode of The Walton's was playing, the early morning tv not being watched but just adding a gentle hum to the room.

Graham had yet to take his eyes off of you since the two of you woke up, his cereal left uneaten in his hand despite you encouraging him to eat it before it got soggy. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He asked, tucking your hair back behind your ear.

"What?" You practically choked on your cereal, moving the bowl to the coffee table and giving Graham your full attention instead.

"You're beautiful." He repeated, cupping your face with one hand while the other reached for your own, intertwining your fingers. "I've just been thinking about it, that's okay."

"Yeah?" You asked, the undivided attention you were giving the brunette having his cheeks flush pink, his eyes moving between your lips and your own.

"Yeah." He answered breathlessly, looking back to your eyes and wetting his lips. "Can I... can I kiss you?"

"Yeah." You answered, not leaving another second for him to make the first move, ducking down and pressing your lips to his in one swift movement. Graham was stunned into stillness, though only for a second, quickly regaining his senses and kissing you back, his lips moving in sync with yours.

Your hands moved up to his hair, tugging and pulling him closer to you as his cupped your jaw, deepening the kiss with every movement of his lips and swipe of his tongue against yours. Graham's other hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you up and guiding you into his lap, you leg swinging over him and settling on either side of his hips comfortably.

At the sound of a door creaking open somewhere down the hall, you pressed your lips against Graham's in one final, long kiss, then another quick softer one, sliding off his lap and cuddling into his side - pulling the blanket over the two of you. As the footsteps got closer to the room, Graham grabbed your cereal for you, picking up his own as well and forcing his attention onto the tv screen a little too hard.

"woah, morning guys." Eddie stumbled through the living room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he tried to find the kitchen with his eyes half closed. "you're up earlier."

"She always is." Graham answered, eyes unmoving from the episode of The Waltons that was beginning to come to an end. "I'm just tagging along."

"So you weren't making out when I came in here?" Grahams hand was quick to smack against your back as you chocked on your cereal, your coughing going away quickly as he helped you. "And you didn't get into bed together last night?"

"If we say no, will you believe us?" You looked at Eddie over the back of the couch, a glass of water in his hands and his eyes squinted tightly shut in an effort to keep the daylight out.

"No. I have eyes." Eddie sassed, taking a sip of his water and running his hand over his face, his hair immediately flopping back in front of his eyes after he pushed it back. He could do with a headband, you thought, making a mental note to but him one the next time you were out. "But I'm not going to say anything. You do you. Night guys."

As soon as you heard Eddie's bedroom door close again, you were back on Graham's lap, letting your empty bowl of cereal fall to the floor and not caring, knowing you'd clean it up later.

"Really?" Graham asked, reaching around you to place his bowl down carefully, unlike how you'd all but thrown it down.

"Really." You didn't waste another second before pulling him in for another kiss, threading your fingers through the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck, rocking closer to him as the kiss deepened. Pulling back only enough to whisper words against his lips, Graham went in for another kiss, but you stopped him with a gentle push to his chest. "He's definitely gonna tell Warren isn't he."

"Oh, for sure."

#djats imagine #djats x reader #daisy jones and the six imagine #daisy jones and the six x reader #graham dunne imagine #graham dunne #graham dunne x reader #graham dunne oneshot

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jake-kiszkas-smirk · 1 year

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Strangers

Sam Kiszka X fem reader

18+ only, minors DNI

This started off as a blurb from this ask, but I started it and it got a little too long so I decided to make it into a fic. I hope you all enjoy it, xoxo

Warnings: unprotected sex, alcohol, biting.

You sat on a barstool, sipping at your gin and tonic when you saw a handsome guy approaching you. You felt butterflies swirling in your stomach as he came over and took the seat next to you, propping his arm on the bar and dramatically looking you up and down.

"Are you a parking ticket, because you've got fine written all over you" He said, wiggling his eyebrows. You choked on your drink as you laughed.

"Sammy," you whispered as you smacked his arm, "Be serious, this was your idea."

"I am being serious!" He argued back through a grin, "You're the one who just broke character, I haven't even told you my name yet, you can't call me Sammy." You rolled your eyes, knowing this was going to be quite the interesting night.

"Fine" You said as you tried to hold in your smile. You took a deep breath, centering yourself and getting back into character. "Is that the best pickup line you have? It isn't very good" you teased

"Well, to be fair, I usually don't need pickup lines" He said, turning up his nose. "Ladies usually just come chasing after me."

"Oh is that so?" You raised your brows, "Why are you talking to me then? If you have so many ladies pining after you....Sorry I didn't catch your name,"

"I'm Sam. And I'm over here talking to you because you're the prettiest one in the room." he winked, waving over the bartender. You crinkled your nose as you tried to suppress your grin. "I'll have a margarita on the rocks, and also this lovely lady will have another of whatever she's drinking."

"Uh ok?" The bartender said slightly confused. You and Sam were regulars at this bar, and he wasn't in on this little game you were playing.

"I didn't catch your name" Sam said turning back to you.

"Y/n" you said simply, putting your hand out for him to shake. He took it and brought it up to his lips, kissing it.

"A pleasure." He replied. The bartender brought over the drink and more after, a few hours passing as you and this 'stranger' chatted.

"What do you say y/n? Wanna get out of here? Find a place a little more private?" that mischievous smile on his lips, he waited for your answer.

"I'm not sure, I only just met you, Samuel was it?" You stirred your drink, biting your bottom lip to avoid giggling, avoiding eye contact knowing you'd crack if you saw the look on his face.

"I'm not like a serial killer or anything" He stood up, putting on his jacket,

"Funny, That sounds exactly like something a serial killer would say," You looked to him. He huffed out a laugh as he shook his head,

"You're going to make me work for this aren't you?" he waited for your answer but you just crossed your legs and looked at him expectantly.

"Whats wrong? Never had to work for it before?" You tilted your head and batted your lashes as you anticipated his response. He bit the inside of his cheek, no doubt trying just as hard as you not to give in.

"Oh, I have. And she was a pain in the ass." He playfully glared at you, and you threw your head back laughing knowing full well he was talking about you. He walked closer, grabbing your coat and coaxing you to stand, "Y/n, you are gorgeous, smart and funny, I'd be lucky if you left this bar with me." He leaned closer, knuckles brushing over your arm as he whispered into your ear, "Would you just come on, I want to fuck you already, this dress and heels you've got on are killing me" You broke character for a moment as you leaned your cheek against his, his hands braced on your hips. You both swayed a little, having had enough drinks to have you a little more than tipsy. You took in the scent you loved so much and then placed a quick kiss to his cheek,

"Sure, lets get out of here" You finally said as you pulled away. You took his hand as he led you through the bar. As you stepped out onto the sidewalk he led you down the street. You were immediately thrown off, confused why you weren't getting an uber home.

"Where are we going?" You asked,

"You'll see" was all he said, that evil little smile on his face. You walked about another block and you felt your eyes get wide as he turned and led you into the most expensive, luxurious hotel in town.

"Sammy?" You said in surprise, "Wha-" He had a pleased smile on his face as he wordlessly led you into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed he had you pressed against the wall, his lips sloppily crashing into yours. one hand behind your neck and the other digging into your hip as he pressed his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a moan from your lips. You heard the elevator ding but he didn't stop. You pulled your lips away so he moved his kisses to your neck,

"Sam" You giggled, he still didn't stop, "SAM" You repeated, softly shoving him away,

"Right, hotel room" He said, as if being awoken from a trance. He took your hand and all but dragged you down the hall, clearly eager to get to his favorite part of your little game. He dug the keycard out of his pocket and held it up to the door. The lock clicked and he was ushering you into the room with his hands on your hips. You looked around in shock as his lips attacked your neck. This was in fact not a room, but a suite, and it was beautiful. You were plucked from your train of thought when you were swept up and tossed onto the giant bed.

"Sammy!" you squealed as you bounced onto the mattress, settling on your back, propped up on your elbows. You watched him as he undressed quickly, nearly falling over in his hurry. You could join him, but you wanted to give him a little more of a hard time before you caved. He went to crawl onto the bed, but you stopped him, pressing your foot, still adorned by your heels, to his chest. Those eyes turned dark as he looked at your foot on his chest and then glanced to you. You smirked back at him. He took your ankle in his hand, brining it up to his lips and kissing it. Then he carefully slipped off your shoe and dropped it to the floor. You pressed your bare foot back to his chest, and offered your other foot to him for him to remove that shoe as well. As he did, you softly ran the other foot down his chest. His eyes followed that foot as he dropped your second shoe to the ground, "You don't have a thing for feet do you?" you teased as you nudged his hard cock with your foot. He groaned and bit into the calf of your other leg causing you to let out a breathy moan yourself,

"You don't have a thing for biting, do you?" he mocked, causing you to huff a laugh as he continued his kisses up your leg. "Would you get out of this damn dress already? I want to see your beautiful tits" He tugged at your dress, you lifted your arms as he pulled it over your head. Then he was over you, your arms pulling him close as he sucked and bit little marks over your chest and neck. You moaned as he rutted his hips against you, his cock rubbing against your clit through your panties.

"Don't leave too many marks, my boyfriend will kill me." You chided as you tugged at his hair,

"Boyfriend huh?" He smirked down at you as he continued grinding against you, "Is he good in bed?" You rolled your eyes, picking up on what he wanted. You then flipped him onto his back, taking a moment to slip off your panties before you straddled his hips.

"He's amazing in bed." You replied, rubbing yourself against his length, rolling your hips back and forth as your slick coated him. "Sometimes he fucks me so good my legs are shaking for hours." you kissed as his jaw and he hummed in response, "And his cock? It's perfect, I think about it all the time" he groaned as you stilled your hips, "But more times than not he's a pillow princess" you nibbled at his ear and he smacked your thigh.

"Watch it" He laughed. You sat up and reached between the two of you, lining himself up with you.

"Wait?" you gasped, "Do you have a condom?" The two of you hadn't used protection in years,

"Oh shut up!" He shouted through a laugh as he flipped the two of you again, pressing into you as soon as he got you on your back. Then his hips were snapping into yours, your legs wrapped around him, urging him deeper. "Fucking finally," He huffed out, "Been thinking about being inside you all fucking night, wanted to fuck you right there in the elevator," He licked up your neck and then sucked that spot right behind your ear that made you go insane every time.

"god, I'm already close" you whined, reaching between the two of you and rubbing your clit, "Don't stop"

"Wasn't planning on it" he grunted, breath hot on your neck. He abruptly sat up, grabbing your legs and pressing them against your chest as he started fucking you harder.

"Fuck!" You moaned out, louder than anticipated. That smug smile spread on his face,

"That good huh?" He teased,

"I'm-I'm-" You couldn't get the words out before you were falling over the edge and Sammy was fucking you through it. He gripped your thighs even tighter as you clenched around him, pulling him over the edge with you. He pressed in as deep as he could and held himself there as he finished, his head thrown back and soft breathy curses passing his lips. He let go of your legs and removed himself from you, collapsing onto the bed next to you. It was silent for a moment as you looked to each other, and then you both bubbled with laughter. Pulling each other close and giggling at the night that had transpired. Tangled in the white sheets, your head was on Sam's chest,

"Should we order room service?" He asked quietly, kissing the crown of your head as he waited for your reply.

"That sounds perfect" You moved a little closer to him, draping your leg over his waist as he reached for the phone beside the bed. You sat quietly as he ordered food for the both of you, he always knew what you wanted. He hung up the phone and then pulled the comforter over the both of you, letting you know he wasn't even planning on letting you go to answer the door.

"Well, you sure know how to show a girl a good time." You paused, grinning, "Maybe I should break up with my boyfriend and get with you instead"

"Oh hush" He laughed as he pinched your ass. He tilted your chin up to him, both of you smiling like idiots as he kissed you.

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Requested by : Anon !!

Genre : Fluff (SFW)

Karma Akabane x Gn!Reader

→im so sorry but i wont be doing any fem reader but I do make fem x mreader/gnreader sometimes but my target audience is mlm/nblm

A Day Off

You came from a family of very talented bakers, since you were 6, your mother started teaching you how to make something simple such as cookies and you shared them to your friends. Your family also owns a well known bakery, because of the atmosphere, it's very popular amongst high school student for studying.

When you were young, you would always just watch the customer come in and go since you couldn't do much. As the years go by, your older siblings gave you their secret recipes that you've always loved before leaving to pursue their dream life, they told you that you can make it when you're craving it.

You have 5 older siblings but all of them are grown ups and it's sad seeing them leave to live their own lives since you're the youngest out of them all.

*buzz* *buzz* you heard your alarm buzz and let out a huge groan. ''five more minutes...'' those were the last word you spoke before dozing off again.

You were peacefully dozing off until you felt something pinching your cheeks. You got annoyed and opened your eyes to see a pair of mercury colored eyes looking at you.

''now honey... I know this is your day off but you can't just lazily sleep all day~''

You gave him the dirtiest look as you pulled the covers, basically going back to sleep. He saw what you're doing and picked you up bridal style. ''nope- you, my darling is getting up from that bed'' . You didn't know how to react to him just picking you up so you just pouted and just waited for him to put you down. As he went upstairs you almost fell asleep. He looks at you and smiled.

He went to the dining table and gently puts you on the chair, not couch since he knows that you're going to just fall asleep there. You opened your eyes as you let out a huge yawn. To your surprise, theres a whole breakfast prepared for you. Karma took a chair and sat beside you.

You were still sleepy but once you took a bite, you were no longer sleepy. Karma lookd at you with a subtle smile on his face as you enjoyed the breakfast he made for you.

He has heard your footsteps at 4 am in the morning multiple times because you were rushing to the bakery since most of your earnings come from how well the bakery is doing.

He admired how hard you worked to put food on the table, he does know how rich he himself is but seeing you work hard makes him want to work hard aswell.

As you were enjoying your meal Karma pats and kissed your head. You looked at him confused, the both of you made eye contact and Karma started laughing and playfully pinch your nose then gave you a kiss on the cheeks.

''Ah~ you're so cute (Y/n)'' he said as he giggled then proceed to kiss your forehead.

You felt the heat rising up to your face, he noticed how read you are and started teasing you for it.

This went on until you finished it eating. Which is a long time considering how much food he made for you and how much he teased you while you’re trying to eat.

After you finished he helped you out with the dishes while you we're making some pastries, not for the bakery but just for the two of you to enjoy later in the evening with warm hot cocoa since the weather is slowly dropping because winter is just around the corner.

You guys ended off the day by sitting infront of the fireplace with blankets covering the both of you as you guys hugged each other while taking a sip and enjoying the pastries you made earlier.

You gave each other light kisses on the cheeks, Karma even snuck in some kisses on the lips to see your reaction because why not?

-FIN

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I really really hope you like this, I didnt know where this is going plus im soo soo sorry for how short this is－ nontheless thx for requesting <3

-xoxo izk <3

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mackenzielovee · 2 years

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unpolished (1) — andy barber

summary: being Andy Barber's assistant was never going to be easy. but you never anticipated it being this difficult, either.

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption (of age)

wc: 3.3k

a/n: to my wonderful friends, @goldenjo & @r0und3bitch , who let me explore this idea with them, thank you so much! i hope this is decent. <333 enjoy!

The only thing keeping you from slamming your head down on your desk is the fact that it would mess up your makeup.

Your Friday thoughts are almost as entertaining as your Monday thoughts. Normally, you wouldn’t care about your makeup. In fact, normally, you wouldn’t even be wearing this much makeup. But every time you stare down at your calendar, marked with Sean’s name, you smile and keep going. The work day only has two more hours, and the second it hits time, you’re clocking out and getting the hell out of here.

Andy, your boss, comes busting out of his office with no warning whatsoever. You swallow and sit up straighter, praying that by some miracle, he’ll just walk right past you. Instead, he tosses files onto your desk, right on top of your keyboard. The same keyboard your hands are currently hovering over.

“I asked for the Newton file. This is the Nathan file.”

Your chest constricts and you keep your eyes down, trained on the highlighted name resting across it. Newton. You’d brought him the wrong file. Again.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Barber, let me—”

“UMass, right?”

Confused, you look up at him. His eyes are a dark blue, narrowed, and the crease in between his eyes is prominent. You’re sure you look like a deer in the headlights despite having been working for him for three months now.

“I’m sorry, sir?” you request clarification.

His scowl deepens, “ You went to school at UMass, isn’t that right?”

Instantly, you relax and even give him a smile. He doesn’t flinch in expression even slightly.

“Yes, sir, I did,” you say proudly.

He nods and fluxes his jaw, “They don’t teach you filing systems there? Or is it the alphabet you have trouble with?”

You freeze. He watches you silently stutter over several syllables as you try to form a response, but before you can verbalize anything, his eyes flicker to the filing cabinet behind you. Without a second thought, you turn.

“I’m so sorry— I— Let me get you the Newton—”

“Nathan.”

“Nathan file, right,” you laugh uncomfortably, opening up the filing cabinet.

Andy stands silently behind you as you dig through the different files, trying desperately to repeat Nathan in your head so you remember which file to grab when you see the name. He clears his throat after a minute, only spiking your adrenaline more.

“Here it is!” you exclaim, pulling it out, “I’m so sorry, Mr. Barber—”

“I’ll need a coffee before my four o’clock meeting. Given how long it took you to get my lunch, you should probably start now.”

Glancing down at your clock, you take in the time. 3:07. He removes the file from your grasp and walks back into his office, closing the door calmly. As if he didn’t just attempt to make you cry. Again.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, exhaling away your emotions.You collect yourself and tuck your chair back into your desk, opening up your email out of habit. A new one downloads just in time to make you smile when you see who it’s from.

Excited for your date tonight? Can’t wait to hear all about it. Sean got a second date, must be a good one. Let loose. Don’t think about work. Call if you need advice.

XOXO,

Ana

Anastasia, your best friend at work and in life, knows you better than you know yourself at times. You can’t help but grin like a high school girl when you read her email, already daydreaming about your night with Sean. Quickly, you write back.

I think I’ll be okay. That is, if Andy doesn’t make me cry and ruin my makeup before I manage to get to the restaurant. Do you think it’ll take me forty-five minutes to get his coffee?

Y/N

Her response is almost instantaneous and you have to cover your mouth to prevent the laughter from escaping your lips.

Well, with the amount of sugar he puts in it, it might. Who knows. He needs the extra sweetness anyway, given that he’s so sour to you. Hang in there, honey. The week’s almost done.

XOXO,

Ana

You click out of the thread and busy yourself back in your spreadsheets — the ones Andy assigned to you at the beginning of the week and demanded to have completed by Friday at five. You’d finished them on Wednesday, but refused to send them early in case you’d made a mistake.

You check over the numbers one last time and then attach them into an email to Andy, swallowing to wet your dry throat as you hit send. Exhaling, you push your seat back and make a plan to go get his coffee. A specific order for a specific man; one that has you putting on your coat and walking three blocks in uncomfortable heels to the nearest Starbucks. Just as you rise, a new message dings in your inbox.

Thank you.

Regards,

Andy Barber

Your lips tip up as you read it. You feel proudness blossom through your chest at the promise of Andy being pleased with your work, which only motivates you to go get his coffee and ensure the order is correct. You remove your jacket from beside Andy’s on the coat rack and shrug it on, grabbing your badge from your desk before you head off.

It’s wet outside from the rain — that had thankfully already passed — but the hustle and bustle of the city never seems to fade. You can’t even hear the click of your heels against the pavement as you walk, but you don’t seem to mind. Watching the people is always what gets you through your day.

Once you reach the Starbucks location you’d come to learn all too well, you order Andy’s coffee and your own before taking a seat in one of the nearest armchairs, desperate for some relief for your feet.

“Y/N?”

You spin at the sound of your own name, coming face to face with a man you’d met several times.

“Mr. Loguidice,” you smile, standing up once more, “Nice to see you.”

“Call me Neal,” he insists, “Off work early?”

You snort before you can help it, “No, I’m just picking up Mr. Barber’s afternoon coffee.”

“Ah,” he nods, “I guess that’s what a new divorce will do to an already job-obsessed guy like Andy.”

Your eyes grow wide for a split second under the new knowledge before you adjust and nod your head, giving a polite smile.

“He certainly works hard,” you say.

Neal opens his mouth to continue when a barista calls out your name and sets down two drinks on the counter. You take a few steps and pick up the coffees before turning back to Neal, who lets his eyes flash down to the two cups briefly before meeting your gaze.

“Will you let Andy know I sent him an email this morning? I’m guessing he hasn’t checked his inbox today. Let him know it’s urgent, okay?”

He sets his hand on your forearm and gives you a smile, one that makes you uncomfortable under his touch. Your mind wanders back to his immediate reply to your email, telling you that he has definitely checked his inbox today.

“Yes, sir,” you smile, gracefully pulling your arm away from him, “Have a good afternoon.”

“You too, sweetheart,” he calls after you.

You escape out the door without looking back, and for the remainder of your walk, you don’t watch people. Instead, you hurry back to the office, desperate to see if Andy’s wedding band really isn’t on his finger. You don’t explore why you want to know. You figure it’s easier that way; just to blame natural curiosity.

A new source of adrenaline flows through your veins as you knock on Andy’s office door when you return. The interest and desire to know the truth — to know if you’re as oblivious as you’ve felt the entire walk back — led you to not even remove your coat before you knock, desperate to deliver his hot coffee and discreetly examine his left hand.

“Come in,” he calls.

You push the door open and slide through the threshold, smiling before you notice he doesn’t even bother looking up at you. He’s typing away on his computer, eyes flickering from the screen down to the paperwork on his desk.

“Sorry, Mr. Barber,” you sheepishly say as you walk forward, “Just delivering coffee.”

He lets out a sound similar to a grunt as you approach him, eyes falling on his hands. They hover over his keyboard as he types in numbers, then words, then stops to read his document again. Each finger sits empty, but you spot a faded tan line on his left ring finger from where the band used to sit.

He really is divorced.

You hadn’t noticed. You’d been told by a staff member that Andy was married when you started, but he scared you too much in the beginning for you to ever even attempt to look at him. Now, although he still scares you, a part of you longs to examine every inch of his face.

“Um,” you stutter out as you set his coffee down, “I, um—”

“You what?” he questions, slamming his hands down on his keyboard in frustration.

“I ran into Mr. Loguidice at Starbucks. He said he sent you an email this morning and hasn’t heard back, and that it’s important.”

You aren’t prepared for his eyes to flicker up to yours, and you immediately draw back under his harsh gaze. His eyes are the kind of blue you’d drown in if you stare for too long; the kind of blue you’d start to see everywhere if you became too accustomed to the color. You break eye contact first, dropping down to his desk and squirming slightly as you wait for his response.

“Is that all he said to you?”

You clench your jaw as you relive the way he touched your forearm and called you sweetheart. You’re sure Andy doesn’t care about that, though, and is only asking from the business side of things. So, you nod.

“Yes, sir, that’s all.”

You can feel his gaze burning into your skin, but you don’t bother looking up. Your heart races under the silent scrutiny you’re sure you’re receiving, and when you hear him prepare to speak, you’re sure it will be another demand or complaint.

“You can go,” he says, then adds, “Home. It’s been a long week, and you already completed the spreadsheets.”

You work up the nerve to look him in the eye at that, “Are you sure, Mr. Barber?”

He stares at you for one final moment before clearing his throat and looking back down at his keyboard.

“Yes,” he answers, “Wouldn’t want to be too sour, now, would I?”

Your heart plummets to your feet as the words exit his mouth, but before you can defend yourself, his phone starts to ring. He doesn’t look at you as he shifts to reach for it, his palm wrapping around the base before he stops.

“Go,” he demands, “If I tell you again, you’ll be here until ten with me.”

The threat, though lacking any real conviction, snaps you back into reality. Just as he lifts the receiver up, you smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Barber. Have a nice weekend.”

You turn and walk toward his office door, listening to him clear his throat before he speaks.

“Andy Barber’s office.”

Your fingers wrap around the stem of your wine glass as you listen to Sean enter hour two of talking about himself. He barely even notices you taking large sips, dying to get the alcohol into your body at the fastest possible pace to dull him out.

You don’t remember him being so self involved last time. You wonder if that’s because you were more dazzled by his appearance; his watch, his car, and the expensive alcohol he ordered when you first sat down. This time, it didn't seem so appealing. Your head wanders off to a certain ringless man, but you refuse to believe your new knowledge of Andy Barber has anything to do with your sudden lack of interest in Sean.

“So, I told him, you can’t close a deal if your head is up your own ass, you know?”

You force a smile before pressing the glass to your lips to the glass, taking another large gulp of white wine. Sean shrugs, feigning nonchalance, as he drinks his bourbon.

“Definitely get what you mean,” you reply weakly.

He chuckles, as if your agreement is the furthest thing from what he wanted.

“I’m sure your boss would understand better,” he clarifies, “I mean, if closing a deal meant getting coffee and color-coding a calendar, then, yeah, you’d get it.”

You let out an uneasy laugh, ignoring the anger that rises in your chest at the comment. Without a second’s worth of hesitation, you grab your phone from your bag discreetly and open it up, texting Ana without even looking down.

Your phone rings about ten seconds after you hit send. You smile to yourself and look down, pulling the phone up from your lap.

“Could you excuse me for just a moment, Sean?”

He nods, waving arrogantly toward the exit, “Go ahead.”

You give him a fake smile and walk away, picking up the phone and thanking Ana profusely for being such a good friend. Briefly, you tell her how he is, what he said to you, but bite down on your tongue when you consider filling her in about Andy. Part of you feels that it should be private; that his divorce shouldn’t be office gossip and he kept it quiet for a reason.

You hang up with her and hurry back inside, putting on your best acting face and even allow your eyes to well up with tears — at the thought of staying and continuing this date.

“I’m so, so sorry, there’s an emergency with my best friend,” you gush, collecting your purse, “I’ll leave some cash for my meal, but you should stay and enjoy your food.”

He chuckles to himself and stands, watching as you dig through your purse and collect two twenties from your wallet.

“I hope your friend feels better,” he says, making it clear that he knows you’re full of shit.

“Thank you,” you reply, tossing the bills onto the table, “I’m sorry. I’ll call you.”

“I’m sure,” he grits.

You refrain from rolling your eyes and set your purse on your shoulder, glancing at the bills you’d placed down and kissing them goodbye. Part of you hoped he wouldn’t let you pay. Forty dollars is much more than your glass of wine and caesar salad will cost — even here.

“Goodnight, Sean,” you mumble.

He doesn’t answer, but remains standing as he watches you make your escape. The second the fresh air hits you, it promises freedom. You walk down the sidewalk, taking in the night lights and the zooming of the cars beside you.

Realizing you’re not far from the office, you decide to stroll by. You know you can see Andy’s office from the street, and as you approach, you see that the light is still on. Ignoring every part of your brain screaming at you to turn around, you enter the building and scan your badge. The light flips green and allows you inside, and before you know it, you’re in the elevator.

The music hums and drowns out the voice in your head telling you that this is not a good idea, that Andy’s a loose cannon and you’re not sure how he’ll react to seeing you in the office so late. Especially when he was trying to be nice and let you leave early.

The doors to the elevator open and let you off. You suck in a deep breath and look around the dimly lit office, one that you’re so used to humming with life. Your heels tap against the deafening silence, and when you turn the corner to your desk, you realize Andy’s door is open. With every click of your heels, you’re sure you’re alerting him to your presence. Your heart races in anticipation of seeing him, and just as you walk around your desk, Andy appears in the doorway. His tie has been tugged loose and you can tell he’s combed his fingers through his hair multiple times, leaving it stray and messy.

“Y/N,” he says, like he’s surprised, “What are you doing here?”

You swallow, your eyes impulsively checking his ring finger again, as if to ensure you saw everything correctly before.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Barber, I forgot my—” you scan your compulsively neat desk for something, anything, to claim, “Pen.”

He raises a suspicious brow, “Your pen?”

“Yes, sir,” you nod, plucking one from the cup on your desk, “Sorry. I’ll be going.”

You turn, heels breaking the silence. It’s only a few steps before Andy speaks again, halting you in your tracks.

“Wait.”

Your eyes squeeze shut. You wonder if he can see through you; if he can see straight through you.

“Turn around.”

You obey the same way you did before, but you are unable to meet his eyes when you do so. Instead, you stare at the floor.

“I heard that you had a date tonight.”

“You heard that?” you ask hesitantly, wanting to know how he found that information out. The only person you told is Ana.

“Mhm,” he hums, leaning against the doorframe, “And, assuming from the fact that you’d rather be at the office than with him, I’m guessing it didn’t go well.”

You work up the nerve to meet his eyes, wondering what his angle is here. Andy has never expressed even the slightest interest in your personal life. But now, with the way he’s looking at you, you wonder what’s going on in his head. Your eyes fall once more.

“Men like to talk about themselves,” you blurt, “I just wasn’t very impressed.”

“You were impressed enough to give him a second date,” he fires back.

Your eyes meet blue again, “How do you know that?”

He smirks, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him hold a human expression for longer than one second. With one daring step forward, he lets his hands meet his hips as he eyes you up and down.

“Let me guess,” he says, “Fancy car, fancy watch, fancy restaurant. Talked about himself the whole time and didn’t even notice when you practically drowned yourself in your wine glass.”

He takes another step forward. You take a step back.

“Creepily correct,” you mumble.

He laughs. He laughs. You feel your lungs squeeze with a lack of oxygen as you fail to inhale at the sight of Andy Barber’s smile. You’re so lost in it that you fail to notice the way he catches you staring, sure your expression holds a mixture of disbelief and amazement. His face falls, one hand coming up to cover his mouth as he clears his throat.

“I should get back to it,” he says, gesturing toward his office.

“Got it,” you nod, recovering with a smile, “I’m gonna try to salvage the rest of my night. You should, too.”

You cringe, realizing too late that that sounds like an invitation of sorts. Wincing, you draw back. He notices and shakes his head, looking down to the floor.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Um, goodnight, Mr. Barber. See you Monday.”

He doesn’t respond or look at you again, but instead, walks back into his office and closes the door. You sigh and toss your head back once he’s gone, cursing yourself for not being better at basic human communication.

Your heels tap against the tile as you exit, groaning and swearing under your breath as you do so, blissfully unaware that Andy Barber stands at his office door with his ear pressed against it, listening to every tap and click as you go, cursing himself for the exact same reason.

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