#Randall Pink Floyd fanfic

[ash5monster01]

i saw you wrote for randall pink floyd and i RAN to your inbox

could you please write a best friends to lovers confession with our dear boy randall? and i’m not sure if you do smut or anything like that but if it could be just slightly smutty that would be wonderful!!

Always You

Pairing: Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, language, drug/alcohol use, jealousy, emotional struggle, foreplay, implied smut, fluff, no use of y/n

Summary: You’re in love with your best friend and on accident he finds out.

word count: 2.9k

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You wait in the dark, eyes cast out the window, watching for your best friend who would appear any second. You both had done this every Friday night for the entire year, it was a system by now. Just in time you see headlights flash out, the sound of a rumbling engine cutting off, as his El Camino rolls to a stop in front of your house. You wait a beat to ensure your parents didn’t hear before you scurry out the front door and across the dark lawn to your best friend.

“That’s never gets old” he says as you jump inside. He’s shaking his head in amusement and you just roll your eyes at him as he starts up the engine and drives away before anyone can spot you.

“It’s getting pretty old for me, I’m lucky I haven’t been caught yet” you tell him as you pull some lip gloss from your bag and drop it to the ground. Pink’s eyes glance over at you as you pull the mirror down and apply the product. He tries to ignore the way his throat dries as he watches your plump lips pucker at your reflection.

“You won’t get caught, our system works pretty well” he tells you, hands flexing over the steering wheel as he drives to the Emporium since Pickford just had to get caught and cancel his party.

“C’mon Rand, I’m so over sneaking out. I wish we didn’t get too big for sleepovers” you pout, arms crossing over your chest, and lifting your breasts in the process. The series of actions and words has Pink shifting in his seat, trying to hide the way his pants have tightened. If only you realized what you had just suggested.

“Sorry sweetheart, but if you still aren’t gonna admit to your parents that you party then you’re stuck with our plan” he tells you and you finally eye him up and down, the nice purple shirt on his form and the tight cream bell bottoms.

“Who you all dolled up for? Simone?” you ask as you wiggle your eyebrows, your teasing and suggestive tone making him roll his eyes at you. You ignore the jealousy that burns in your stomach, the desire to be the one he actually dresses up for. Little did you know, it was you.

“No not Simone, we’re just talking” he says and it sounds unsure, like that might even be the wrong choice of words for the little blonde girl he had somehow obtained. In fact he had quite forgotten about her until now, not even remembering he said they’d meet up at some point tonight.

“Either way you look handsome Pinky, I’d swoon” you tease him, digging in your bag for the joint you had stashed away earlier. Your words are true but he doesn’t know that.

“Please don’t call me Pinky. I prefer Rand or Randall even over that” he begs, you being the only one to still call him by his given name. Comes with the territory of being best friends though. You knew him long before he was ever Pink.

“Oh little Pinky is grumpy” you tease in a sing song baby voice, poking his shoulder and scooting closer along the front seat. He chuckles, knowing you’re only messing.

“You gonna light that joint or what?” he finally asks and you giggle, hands retrieving your lighter before flicking the ignite. Pink watches as you wrap your glossed lips around the end and light it in the dark of the car. The flame illuminates your face bright enough to remind him how gorgeous you truly are.

“Whoo, that’s a strong one” you say, voice thick with the smoke and Pink smiles as you pass it to him and he puts his lips where yours just were. He’s certain this is the closest he’ll ever get to kissing you.

You pass the joint back and forth the whole ride to the Emporium, each pass getting you closer and closer to him on the seat. By the time there’s only a roach to share between you, your thigh is pressed tightly against his own. His whole body buzzes with the sensation of you against him and the weed. He’s actually disappointed to see the Emporium come into view while he pulls into a parking spot.

“You want a beer?” you ask, head turning to face him and the closeness doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you. Pink takes a moment to study the deep color of your eyes before nodding.

“Sure, let me give you some cash” he says, digging in his pocket and you finally spot the remnants of your sparkly lip gloss stuck to the corner of his lip from your shared joint. As he frees some bills you giggle and use your thumb to brush it away, causing him to freeze.

“I guess I should’ve waited to apply my lipgloss after we shared a joint, wouldn’t want our friends thinking we were hiding something” you say, chest tightening and wishing he would admit his feelings for you. Tell you he didn’t care what his friends thought and kiss you for real. You wished you never dared to cross the best friend line.

“Maybe I just decided to start wearing makeup” Pink finally says when he realizes it’s taken him too long to answer. Why could he be confident around every girl but you?

“I’ll go grab some drinks, don’t start a game of pool without me” you tell him and in a flash you’ve slid out the car, waving and smiling at your friends who cheer and greet you. Pink waits till you’re inside the liquor store before taking a few moments to collect himself.

“Hey man” Wooderson is the first to greet him as he steps out the car. Pink smiles, greeting him with a handshake before leaning up against the wall beside him.

“Man that girl of yours has gotten real cute” he grins, eyes still cast in the direction of the liquor store where you had just disappeared into.

“Not my girl” Pink mutters despite everything in him going against it and the older guy snorts, foot wedging up to press against the wall behind him.

“Still cute” he says and Pink chuckles, hoping it’ll mask the jealousy he carries over other men being into you. He knew Wooderson would leave you alone, he wouldn’t dare mess with a girl he knew Pink cared for so much. It still didn’t change the fact it made his chest burn.

As if on cue you exit the liquor store, smile wide on your face, as you carry two cases of his favorite beer. Pink’s stomach flutters at the sight, watching as you cross the parking lot and dump both cases in the truck bed of his car. You’re so gorgeous, and you knew him better than anyone, a girl hand crafted for him. If only he wasn’t so afraid of losing you.

“Thirsty?” you ask, hands freeing two of the beers and holding them up for him to see.

“You got one for me doll?” Wooderson calls out and you laugh, shaking your head at your overly flirty friend.

“Depends on how much Pink likes you?” you call back and Wooderson pouts at Pink almost instantly. Your bestfriend just sighs and gives you a nod which makes you grab a third beer before approaching them both.

“Thanks” Pink says, arm coming to wrap around your shoulders and pull you against him. You don’t fight it, leaning into his embrace as you open your beer and take a swig.

“Can’t believe we’re officially seniors” you say as another load of classmates pull into the parking lot and hop out. Pink smiles, knowing all day he felt like a King about everything but one. You.

“Enjoy it” is all Wooderson says and you both nod, accepting these words and knowing there was only one shot to embrace this moment as it was. That’s why in your head, you’re certain you’ll tell Pink how you feel before the end of summer, hell maybe even tonight.

As always the chaos of the night ensues and without fail you manage to still find a way to party. You’re unsure how much alcohol you’ve consumed, you just know it was a lot. At least enough to give you the small buzz you were currently sporting. It was the very reason Pink had laid down a blanket in the bed of his truck and had laid you in it with the promise of returning. He holds up his end of the bargain when the suspension of the Camino dips down with him lifting his body weight into it.

“Sorry, had to say goodbye to Simone” and maybe it’s the alcohol, you want to blame the alcohol, when your face scrunches up with something he can only read as disgust.

“If you wanted to take her home you should’ve just left me with Cynthia, I can handle myself” you say, voice clipped and eyes cast on the bright stars of the Texas sky above you.

“I’m not leaving you, besides I didn’t want to take her home” Pink assures you, heart racing at the idea of you being jealous. If it wasn’t for the alcohol in your system he’d swear it was.

“Yeah okay” you snort, shaking your head and trying to ignore the cool night air on your skin. The sounds of engines starting and rumbling away surrounding you both.

“What’s your deal? I thought you liked Simone?” Pink finally asked, rolling to his side to face you and you smile despite not being amused.

“I do like Simone I just don’t like her for you” you say, a bit exasperated and a little tired of keeping all these feelings at bay when they’re begging to burst out of you.

“Why? Why not? She’s a good girl, just like the rest” he argues back and the fire ignites inside you, annoyance and anger bubbling over.

“Because Rand, because no one is good enough for you. No one would ever deserve to love you, not even me-” your mouth snaps shut, words moving faster than your mind and it reels as you try to comprehend what you just said to him. What you may of just admitted.

“What?” Pink says, blinking as the words you just said sinks in. You instantly start shaking your head, panic spreading over your entire body, realizing your plan came true without being planned.

“I didn’t mean, I- I’m sorry-” you blubber, words suddenly not coming to you or forming, much different than how they had just spit out of you. Yet it doesn’t matter because Pink’s hand is falling on your cheek, holding your head to face him. His expression is unreadable and the panic makes you want to flee.

“You deserve me, just as much as I deserve you” he says slowly, wanting you to understand what he’s saying. Your eyes are wide and when you can’t get your mouth to open and say anything, he’s leaning forwarding and pressing it against his own.

You gasp lightly but he keeps you close until you realize this is really happening. Slowly you kiss him back, realizing in this very moment you’re actually kissing your best friend. The excitement hits you all at once and you grasp at his shoulders tightly, kissing him feverishly. When Pink notices your eagerness he glides his tongue along the seam of your lips and you let him in without hesitation. The second his tongue curls against your own you find yourself climbing into his lap, searching for a better and more controlled angle to make out with him.

“Careful baby” he warns against your lips as you grind down on him. Yet the confidence from the alcohol and the desire for him is controlling your actions.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you muse as his lips travel along your jaw and down your neck. He smiles against your skin, grunting when you grind down on him again.

When his lips find that sensitive spot on your neck you trail your hand down his chest, fingers grazing his bare skin in his shirt that had been further and further unbuttoned throughout the entirety of the night. When you reach his abdomen his stomach jumps and finally he pulls away from you.

“Wait, is it true? You really have feelings for me?” he asks, wanting to make sure he hadn’t misinterpreted or worse taken advantage of you in your tipsy state. You smile as you admire the sparkly lip gloss that now covers his own lips shamelessly.

“Yes Pinky, for a long time. I just never had the courage to say anything” you tell him, hands stabilizing yourself on his chest. He grins wide, hands tightening on your hips and the action makes you grind against him again.

“Me too” he admits, a soft blush covering his cheeks and you don’t fight the urge to lean down and kiss each of them. Yet the new angle has you able to feel his length perfectly in those tight pants of his. You use the opportunity to kiss his lips as you grind against him again. His hands tighten somehow even more on your hips and you love the idea of being able to see where his hands had been tomorrow.

“I didn’t know you liked me this much Pinky” you say using the embarrassing nickname he hadn’t felt the need to correct with you above him like this.

“You have no idea” he mutters a little breathless and a little nervous. This is all he ever wanted and now he didn’t possibly want to screw it up.

“How have I never noticed?” you muttered, not looking particularly for an answer, before kissing him deeply again. You shiver when his hands push up your shirt, large palms gliding against your bare back. When he reaches the clasp of your bra you grind against him, indicating he had full permission to take it off. He doesn’t waste a second, the material loosening and slipping down your shoulders.

Realizing you don’t want to get caught without your shirt you slip the straps off your arms and pull it out of under your clothes. Pink watches as you toss it up by his head and he gulps, his hands moving from your back and under the fabric that laid over your chest. Your lips meet his own again when he finally grasps your breasts and you realize fairly quickly you need to get him out of his pants as soon as possible.

Pink lets out a small squeak, your mouth muffling the noise, as your hands reach down and start fumbling with the button of his pants. He grips tighter at your breasts and it makes you whimper against him. You’re both so lost in each other you can’t believe it’s taken you this long to ever admit your feelings for him. As soon as you slide his zipper down you feel his length twitch against your palm and you grin against his lips. Slowly you slide your fingers against him, dipping into the pants you hoped to get off of him.

“Hey we’re going to the 50 yard line to smoke, you guys in?!” Don’s voice bellows out, hands slapping against the bed of the truck. You jump off of Pink quickly, hand sliding out of his pants, as Don rounds the back of the vehicle. A sly grin cracks along his face as he notices the heavy breaths Pink lets out and the open fly of his pants. When he spots you with glazed eyes and swollen lips it only confirms his suspicions.

“Yeah we’ll come” Pink answers, eyes glancing at you and back at his buddy. Don chuckles, a finger pointing between you both.

“Best friends my ass” is all he says before he starts walking back the way he came, probably in search of Shavonne.

“We’ll meet you there” Pink calls out and Don waves a hand, amusement covered his features as he stalks away from you both.

“You think he knows?” you ask in a joking tone and Pink laughs as he falls back against the bed of the truck, eyes cast to the sky.

“Yeah, he knows” Pink confirms before turning his head and looking you in the eye. All he can think about is how beautiful you are, eyes full of adoration knowing he finally has you the way he has always wanted you.

“Guess we better go to the 50 yard line” you say softly, hand coming to brush some of the long hair out of his face and Pink smiles as he turns his head and kisses your palm.

“I guess so, sleepover at mine after?” he asks, a smile he struggles to hold back tugging on his face. You laugh as you remember the conversation from earlier and slowly nod.

“Yeah, I like that plan” you agree and he grins widely before capturing your lips in a kiss then hopping out the back of the truck. He holds a hand out for you to join him and you don’t hesitate in taking it as you both slide into the car.

In this moment, your life was everything you wanted it to be.

[envyangelic]

I saw you were taking requests for Randall “Pink” Floyd. Can you do one where they’re lying out on the football field after a party and he tells her that basically all he sees doing with his life is being with her?

Whole Lotta Love

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Randall “Pink” Floyd x reader

-> Warnings: make outs,

-> summary: Pink is worried about a future without you in it.

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The summer of 76’ was more than just a summer. It was sweltering days stretched out under the endless heat of Texas and a hum in the air that always sung a tune you knew and loved so. It was nights full of beer and laughs surrounded by people you never knew you could enjoy being around until school was let out.

You hated school as much the next person. But you loved the freedom of it all. The thrill of running around and secretly boozing every weekend. You love the music and people’s true colors when they’re not under the stress of fitting in. Most importantly, you loved Pink.

Parties were always held on the weekends. You loved them so much that you couldn’t even remember half the time what happened. It was another Saturday night after the last 8 you spent away from home. The party was held all night long until the kegs ran out of beer and the yard was full of joint roaches. Nobody had any more of anything on them anymore.

Soon the lights were shut off and every couch was full of passed out teenagers. You jumped into the passenger seat of Pink’s El Camino and started to ride out your buzz. The music of the party slowly became distant as you rode off.

He shoved a tape into the player of his car. It whistled its song as the cool wind blew in your hair. You sat in a comfortable silence with your legs pressed against Pink’s side. His hands danced around your thighs drawing shapes.

Soon enough he pulled into a familiar spot. The school, which was weird because he made his hatred of school very clear. “Why’d you take me here?” You asked with a smile as he turned the engine of his car off. He pulled the keys out and tucked them into his pocket.

“Just follow me.” He opened his car door and grabbed your hand as you scooted out. You tangled your fingers into his hands cherishing the small touch that he provided you.

He directed you towards the entrance of the tall fence that guarded the football field. The same field that he’s played his many football games on. He opens the locked gate just enough for you to squeeze through.

“After you.” You squeeze through the tight space and he follows you taking the lead once again. “What are we doing?” You whisper quietly as he repeats his answer the first time you asked. “You’ll see.”

You trail behind him before he stops in the middle of the green turf and falls on the ground lying on his back. You fall on top of him careful not to hurt him. His runs his fingers through your hair and you press a kiss to his pink lips.

You giggle slightly as holds you tight and grabs your waist. He takes in the way you look. How your hair dangles down and how well your clothes fit you. He mentally takes a picture that he hopes he won’t forget. You lean back staring into his brown eyes. “Are you going to tell me?” He gives you a cheeky smile.

“It’s a great view.” You turn over and lay on your back next to him and he points into the night sky. He’s right. The stars shine brighter than you’ve seen. Thinking about it you’ve never seen the football stadium so empty and lightless. But tonight the stars are shining brighter than ever giving you a show.

“It is. Where’d you get the idea to come here?” He wraps his arm around you. “The first day of summer a few of us smoked on the 50 yard line before getting caught.” He lets out a low laugh while reminiscing about the night.

“And where was I?” You press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Probably drunk with your shoes off trying to walk upstairs at your house without waking your parents.” You playfully punch his side and pull away.

“God, well when you put it like that it.” He stays quiet staring in the sky. You press your body back to his taking in the warmth that radiates from him. For the few moments you stare into the sky knowing that life is good but the summer is coming to an end and soon your adolescence is too.

You glance back to Pink but he doesn’t meet your gaze. He continues staring in the sparkling sky. “What’s wrong?” He closes his eyes and thinks for a moment. It’s impulsively that he decides to share his fearful thoughts with you but he just feels so comfortable with you to.

“What do you thinks gonna happen when we graduate. I mean- school sucks and that’s all we know. You know?” He sighs and runs his hand through his brown curls.

“Where is this coming from?” You ask concerned for his sudden fear of the future. “I’ve just been thinkin’ that’s all. Just nevermind it.” He shuts it down hoping that he didn’t worry you too much. The atmosphere turns quiet once again as you conjure up the words that stir together in your brain.

“No Pink, why’s it bothering you so much?” You push yourself up to look him in the eyes. “I don’t know what will happen in a year from now. Hell, I don’t even know what will happen tomorrow. But.. I need you there with me.” He admits as he finally meets your stare. Even though the two of you started dating around June he feels like a future is incomplete without you. He can’t imagine not being with you. The thought of it makes his heart jump and break.

It clicks in your beer buzzed mind. He’s scared of losing you. He’s scared of a future without you. You want to cast away all his worries in any possible way but the only thing you can offer are words. You wish you could set his mind at ease and make him enjoy the last years of being a teenager but it seems like he’s too set on the future.

“Oh, Pink.” You lean in close pressing slow kisses his cheek. “I’m with you here, tomorrow, even years in the future if you want me to be.” You whisper close to his ear. His eyes half lit as he pulls your face close to him. It seems to calm him a little. Your promise is like a lullaby that puts his nerves at rest. “Good.. that’s all I need.” He connects your lips to his and slowly kisses you.

-> A/N: little short but hope ya enjoy :)

[callmemana]

Dazed & Confused fanfic: 1

Key: smut -🍓/ fluff -🌼/ angst -🐂/ personal favorite - 👓/

Randall “Pink” Floyd:

Cool Nights @twistnet 🍓🌼👓

Slow Ride @honuyoon 🍓🌼👓

Sneaking Around @twistnet 🍓🌼👓

Some Kind of Wonderful @80s4life 🌼👓

Summer Heat @twistnet 🍓🌼👓

Through The Tunnels Series @twistnet (ST crossover) 🍓🌼🐂👓

Don Dawson:

Kevin Pickford:

Benny O’Donnell:

David Wooderson:

[evco-productions]

Fanfics I'll Never Get Around to Writing #5

COMMUNICATION BREAKDOWN: THE SECOND PART TO 'DAZED AND CONFUSED'

Premise: June, 1976. The day of the Aerosmith concert. Randall "Pink" Floyd and his friends are driving to Houston. Around town, many of their classmates are sleeping in, or working, or dating, or bored, or horny, or high. In short, it's a typical Texan summer.

Characters featured: everyone from the first movie

Chapter title ideas:

Lazin'

The Date

Drivin'

The Concert

Jammin'

The Crash

Communicatin'

Specifics: it's pretty much impossible here to not lose the most charming factor of Dazed and Confused, which is its lack of conclusions. I personally couldn't write a sequel without steering the plot so that Randy leaves Simone in favor of Jodi or Cynthia admits her feelings for Tony (in the original script but not the final cut). At the same time there's lots of opportunity for fun throwaways. Maybe Darla is in a Runaways cover band. Maybe Wooderson crashes his beloved Melba Toast but isn't even fazed by the experience because he's Wooderson. Maybe Pickford and Michelle skipped town to elope (as the actors did in real life). And there's no shortage of more hits by Deep Purple, Head East, Lynyrd Skynyrd, etc. to add to the soundtrack.

[snarkwrites]

so, my randall ‘pink’ floyd idea👀👀 or ✨thot✨ as i should say😏

not gonna lie, i’ve thought a few times of either fucking pink after a football game OR maybe “helping” him study for a class he’s failing🥵

i guess whatever sparks your horniness👀 - ❤️

I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS LET ME TELL YOU. I started off attempting to make the post football game idea work but then I sat down earlier and what I wound up going with came to me and holy shiiiit... Yeah.

Now mind you, it got dirty and heated.. But it's still kinda sweet too? I hope you don't mind, I was just kind of in my feelings.

Tagging:

@twistnet

- if anybody else wants to be tagged in any future dazed & confused content, please let me know. It'd make me super duper happy! :)

Warnings:

18+ only. Minors, click away from the post now. There is sexual content implied heavily here and this is not meant for your young eyes.

If you're choosing to stick around: hand jobs/fingering - male giving, heavy making out, lap riding / thigh riding, implied sex and that's it.

[ faq - tag list doc ]

Randal Floyd + study date;

“C’mon. We’ve been at this for hours.”

Randall’s words broke through your deep thought and you tore your eyes off the book, fixing them on the older football player. You scoffed when you caught sight of the time. Had three hours really flown by already?

,, you don’t have to hurry. It’s not like your parents care enough to give a curfew or anything.” the thought came but you shoved it out. You could feel his eyes on you and you managed to make yourself look up and meet his gaze at last. “It’s getting late.”

“You have the most gorgeous eyes.”

His statement caught you off guard. The flirty tone of his voice had you biting your lips and you caught yourself just shy of squeezing your thighs together tight -as if they didn’t already ache from having done it sporadically throughout the afternoon. He was leaning in closer. A hand resting against your bare thigh casually. Your palm rested against the front of his letterman’s jacket and you swallowed hard, trying to will yourself to say something. Anything at this rate was better than sitting there all silent and shy.

Shy wasn’t going to get you anywhere with Pink and you knew this like you knew the back of your hand. Same as you knew that time was running out for you. In another few months, he’d be leaving town. Heading off to college or just getting on with his life. You knew that things were rocky with Simone, they always had been.

But knowing all this didn’t mean you had the boldness necessary to make a move.

Pink’s hand moved just a little higher up your thigh and you barely stopped yourself from whimpering. His other hand reached out, shutting the thick textbook sitting nearby and he leaned in even closer. Dangerously close. The warmth of his breath caressed your lips and you swallowed hard, trying to process what was going on.

“All work and no play makes things boring, babe.” his mouth brushes right against yours and your breath catches in your throat.

Words finally come to you and you find your voice, asking him in awe, “Pink?”

“Shh… I gotta say this. I gotta do this.” the side of his finger pressed against your mouth and you nodded to signify that you understood. You opened your mouth again, you were about to remind him that you were supposed to be studying, that he was failing this class and if he failed this exam, he wouldn’t be playing in the big game on Friday. Just as you went to say it, he chuckled quietly. Pulled you into his lap.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, ya know that?” he lowered his finger from where it’d been resting against your lips and you barely hid the whimper that came when he shifted the way he sat and caused you to rub right against the way he strained at his favorite pair of jeans. His hands were all over you, settling on your hips, rocking you back and forth as the friction began to build between the two of you. His mouth dove against yours again, teasing and clumsy.

“What about Simone?”

“We broke up. Because I told her I was comin over here tonight.”

You grimaced, already dreading the thought of the confrontation to come at school tomorrow. But Pink chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. Staring down into your eyes. Licking his lips as his gaze settled on your mouth and he chuckled again, flashing a cocky grin. “I’ve been trying to flirt with you all year, sweetheart.”

“You… you have?”

“Mhm.” his hand was roaming back up your thigh again. Gripping and squeezing, creeping under the hem of your plaid mini skirt and drawing a gasp right out of you. You rocked yourself against the growing bulge strained at his jeans, a needy whimper swallowed when Pink finally pulled you in for a deep and biting kiss. His hand settled palm down against your soaked panties, rubbing as his tongue slipped between your lips.

“Fuck.” he growled quietly as soon as he realized just how wet you were. The more you rocked, the harder he got and the harder he got, the wetter it made you. “Want you so fucking bad.” his words were swallowed by the kiss as it deepened even more. His fingers slipped past the fabric covering your throbbing sex and your head fell back. You rocked yourself over the bulge and pressed against him even more, the friction only tripling the ache settled between your thighs.

“Take me.” you panted the words as your lips strayed from his, moving down the side of his neck. Making him come alive bucking himself up into you as his fingers worked you open and buried inside you deep. You wound up pressed against his bed, Pink’s hips pinning you flat as his fingers continued to pump in and out, your heavy breathing and the wet sloshing between your thighs the only sounds.

You two froze as you heard the door opening downstairs and Pink bit his lip, gazing down at you. Lowering himself to mutter against your ear quietly, “It’s your call… Wanna stop?”

“No. Absolutely not.” you mumbled as you pulled his mouth back against yours. Your panties were ripped away, tossed out onto the bedroom floor. His mouth strayed from yours.

You wanted to kick yourself when you asked in a whisper, “What about studying?”

He chuckled, moving back up your body to mumble against your mouth, “Babe, we’re studying… Anatomy.”

You laughed softly, only to moan seconds later as his fingers strummed against your spot and his thumb circled your clit, pressing into it and he bucked himself against you. Your hand lowered, going straight for the waistband of his jeans and you giggled against his neck, “If we’re going to study anatomy, Pink.. We’re overdressed, aren’t we?”

“I like the way you think, darlin.” Pink rose off the bed, tugging off his shirt and then unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, letting them pool at his ankles, kicking them free. He stepped over, locking the door to his bedroom and as he made his way back towards where you lie on the bed, his eyes roamed all over your body.

Slowly.

Hungrily.

He settled on top of you, pulling you up so that he could pull your shirt and bra off and he muttered against your skin lazily, “Better now?”

“Much better.” you gasped as you found yourself pushed against the mattress again, your hands pinned over your head. “This isn’t just one night..”

“No.” he answered, flashing you a soft and reassuring grin as his hands roamed over your body and he held you close, letting you cling to him. “As bad as I’m failin, darlin.. We’re gonna be doing this a lot.”

You giggled as you captured his mouth in a kiss and muttered into it, “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

[cxce15]

Can I just put this out there to the fanfic writers

If a fanfiction that you wrote is about a certain character

For example say Kevin Pickford from Dazed And Confused

Don't put the tag Randal Pink Floyd or Mitch kramer because it makes it harder to find an acual fanfic for people who actually want to read a story of Pink or Mitch.

Just putting this out there because I tried finding a Jacob Barber or Jacob Thrombey x reader fanfic and the whole tag was filled with Ransom or Andy.

Not one fanfic was of either Jacob and it angered me.

[ash5monster01]

Hi, can I request cuddling and falling asleep with Randall pink Floyd?❤️🖤

Only Comfort

Pairing: Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, insomnia, anxiety, mentions of drugs/alcohol, friends to lovers

Summary: It’s not unknown to your friends that you struggle to sleep, insomnia being your biggest curse and the number one reason you’re the most fun to party with. Yet one night spent with Pink you discover he just might be the key to getting some rest.

word count: 1.9k

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You couldn’t believe it. It was your senior year, a Friday night, but suddenly all your friends were too tired to party. As much as you understood where they were coming from, how you all had been doing the same thing every weekend, a part of you still wished they’d agree to go out. Mainly because it was the only time your nights weren’t so lonely. Sleep never coming to you in the late hours and emptiness filling the void. Weekends with nights that never ended was where you thrived so the idea of a Friday night spent home alone was the worst form of torture to you. A nightmare to be exact.

Pink doesn’t miss the panic on your face, how an anxious hand reaches to pick at the rips in your jeans. You’re uneasy all because no one felt like hanging out tonight. He knew you struggled with sleep, pretty much everyone did, considering that even when they got tired you were still ready to go. He just didn’t know it bothered you so much, made you this nervous to not be surrounded by a little life. So he jumps to attention before you spiral too hard.

“I’ll hang out with you, we can let these guys get their beauty sleep” Pink says, hand clasping over your shoulder and he can feel how you immediately relax at his recovery. You offer him a thankful smile and Pink decides it’s worth it to lose a little more sleep.

That’s how you find yourself in the passenger seat of Pinks El Camino after football practice. His hair was still damp from the locker room shower but he looked so soft in this light. The sun setting and caressing his golden skin. It was no surprise all the girls fell for a boy like Pink. Kind, handsome, charming, he checked all the boxes. Thing was, with everyone taking a break from partying, not a single soul was out tonight. Not even Wooderson had made an appearance and it almost made you double check if it was a full moon. The entire earth off its axis, something had to be explanatory for the quiet weekend.

“We can just go to my place and watch a movie?” Pink offers as you pass the Emporium for a third time just to see there was still only two cars in the parking lot.

“You sure?” you question, not wanting to feel like you’re overstepping but Pink just flashes a smile, chuckling lightly.

“Yeah, why not. Apparently we don’t have anything better to do” he says and you can’t help the wide smile that crosses your face as he pulls into the Top Notch for supplies.

You make it back to Pinks house in no time, juggling some milkshakes, fries, onion rings, and whatever other grease filled food you could get your hands on. It wasn’t your first time at Pinks before, having done the long trek up to the attic space that had become his own. The room is in a slight disarray but you don’t mind as you move to set the food on the small trunk used as a coffee table in front of his couch. There was something homey about it, how everything here had been passed down and worn in. Patches covering old holes in the couch and blankets tucked around cushions Slater had accidentally burned. His bed covered in a homemade quilt and mismatching pillows. It was Pink, in the simplest terms, and no other way to describe it.

“Any particular movie in mind?” he asks, clicking on the small television set, an old T-shirt hanging off the side. You smile around a bite of french fry as you slip off your shoes and begin to settle in.

“Not at all, something good” you tell him and he laughs before grabbing a VHS of American Graffiti and popping it into the TV. It’s not long until the boy has joined your side, the couch dipping you into him with the added weight. You accept it and settle in as the tape begins to play.

In no time, majority of the food has disappeared, and you’ve both been sucked into the movie. You lasted only ten minutes before wrapping a blanket around your form and maybe thirty before you rested your head against Pinks shoulder. He doesn’t mind, actually quite content with the situation he’s found himself in. He doesn’t question any of it but after the better part of an hour you’ve rolled against him, arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him tight, which makes him freeze. Dropping his eye-line he spots your closed eyelids, the soft breaths falling softly out in an even pace. You’re asleep and the idea makes him freeze because you never sleep. Not once in front of him at least, and he’s spent over 48 hours with you before.

The movie had been over for twenty minutes but Pink doesn’t dare move a muscle, knowing how much you need this, even if you hadn’t meant to curl against him. So slowly and carefully he begins to adjust you both on the couch. Turning to lay back against the cushions and lower you down with his chest. Once you’re tucked safely between him and the back of the couch, he pulls the blanket over you both, the wrapping his arms around your form and getting comfortable against your side. Allowing sleep to overcome him as well.

When you wake the next morning you’re more than confused, having not remembered falling asleep last night. It had been a long time since you felt so rested, so blissful, and so delirious. The room you open your eyes to is not your own, and the pillow beneath you is not a pillow but instead rises and falls with a breath. Eyes darting upward you find Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd evenly breathing and dreaming away, soft golden sunlight framing his face that peaks through the sides of his mismatch curtains. It’s then you feel the firm grip he has around you and realize your own. You must’ve fallen asleep during the movie but what was more unsettling about the predicament you were in, was how easily you had.

Breaking your thoughts, Pink lets out a soft groan, shifting in his sleep and rolling into you. You freeze as he snuggles closer, knee nudging between your own and tangling you whole. It’s then you realize you had only fallen asleep due to how comfortable you had been. Pink and this room had offered you something you hadn’t felt in a long time. The idea nearly brings tears to your eyes because he made you feel safe. Safe enough to fall asleep here and feel protected. He allowed you to get some real rest that you desperately needed, wanted more than anything. As you look at the long lashes that graze his cheekbones and his soft pink lips, your heart swoons. Pink was worshipped by every girl but in this moment you swear you love him. So you hug him close before kissing his cheek, soft yet firm.

When he doesn’t wake you kiss his other cheek before peppering him in kisses anywhere you can. Forehead, eye lids, chin, nose, and when your lips finally grace the corner of his own his eyes slowly flutter open. You watch as he processes the sight in front of him, you in his arms, and kissing his face. A dramatic turn around from the friendly and teasing relationship you had shared before this. “Hi”

“Morning Pink” you reply, hoping he doesn’t move from his hold on you. If you could stay like this forever now you would, sleeping right here peacefully in his arms.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, a small crease forming between his brows as he realizes he has no idea why you’d be kissing him the way you were.

“Yeah, I just wanted to say thank you” you say, throat already tightening as you use your hand to push some hair away from his face. That way he was easier to see.

“Thank you for what?” he questions, trying not to shiver from your touch. Mind reeling in how soft and warm you were against him. How beautiful you looked in the morning.

“I haven’t slept through a whole night in a very long time. It’s the one thing in life that makes me the most uneasy. So thank you for making me feel comfortable enough to finally sleep” tears fill your eyes and Pink notices, one slipping out and over the bridge of your nose due to your shared horizontal position. Quickly he reaches to brush them away before hugging you close.

“Of course, yes of course. Anytime” he mutters into your hair and you smile through your tears, feeling so much adoration and love for the boy beside you.

“I can leave though, I understand that I’ve probably overstayed my welcome” you say, beginning to lift yourself from between him and the couch but his hold tightens on you. Dragging you down and close.

“You have not overstayed, in fact you can’t leave until you tell me what all that kissing was about” he states and you blush cherry red, having realized that your joy for him had prompted some spontaneous action.

“I was just excited that I slept through a whole night. It was a thank you” you answer, unable to look him in the eye and he snorts.

“Really, that’s it?” and you groan, the blush darkening as you drop your head to his chest.

“Fine, I may or may not have been a little charmed by you. Couldn’t help myself” you offer and Pink chuckles, hand tucking under you to lift your chin. You allow him to pull your gaze back into his eye-line.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to a few more thank you’s” he whispers, lips close to your own and you gulp nervously. Feeling that magnetic pull and the thrumming of your heart that beat just for him in this moment.

When you’re sure you’ll combust you finally press your lips against his own, hands tangling in the chocolate strands of his signature hair, holding him close. Pink kisses back just as eagerly, unknowingly nudging his knee up more between your legs. His kiss is everything you imagined and when his tongue grazed along the seam of your lips you allow him entrance. Whining softly at the taste of him and how his tongue meets your own. He kisses you hungrily, desperately, wanting nothing more than to keep kissing you. In this moment you wish to keep him, not just for the comfort of sleep but for everything in between and after. You never want to stop thanking him.

“How was that for thank you?” you ask when you pull away for air and his grins, lips swollen and red from your own. He’s even prettier than before and when he tucks your hair behind your ear you know he’s meant to be yours.

“I don’t know, maybe we should try again” and you snort in laughter, hitting his chest lightly, but he draws you near again. When his lips brush against your own you stop fighting him and allow him back into a kiss.

Perfectly content with kissing him all day and sleeping in his arms all night.

[ash5monster01]

I LOVE PINK SO MUCH OMG!! Could you do a story with Pink and the reader just like hanging out on the football field after school studying or something? I'd literally love you forever, there's so few fics of him.

This Moment

Pairing: Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd x FemReader

Warnings: language, fluff, expression of fear

Summary: What’s supposed to be a normal hang out with Pink turns into deep conversation and thoughts for the both of your futures.

word count: 1k

Masterlist

The hot Texas sun pounds down on the turf, warm underneath your fingertips as you run your hands across it. The bright blue sky illuminates as you lay on the 50 yard line, Pink smelling like spearmint and a faint hint of weed beside you. Only one more week. One week until the last day of school and you were officially seniors. Kings of the school and one step closer to a future that was daunting to you both.

“You ever think we’re not taking things as seriously as we should?” Pink asks, head turning to look down at you, his hair falling in his face just slightly.

“What do you mean?” you curiously ask, hand brushing through the turf until it meets his thigh, fingertips grazing along his jeans.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m just worried I mess around too much. Blow things off, and in a year when we’re out of this hell hole, no one is going to take me seriously” he confesses, shifting his weight to his hand so he can lean over you and brush some hair out of your face. You smile at his sweetness, that caring part of him that made you fall for him in the first place.

“You don’t blow things off and you will always be taken seriously Pink. You have to remember we’re just kids and people will forgive that” you tell him and he smiles, but you can see on his face that the words don’t resonate. Giving him a soft smile, you sit up, and scoot closer to him.

“Baby, I’m blowing off class right now to be here with you” he says and you chuckle, head falling against his shoulder.

“Pink you are so much more than you’re giving yourself credit for. This is the time to have fun, enjoy life, before we have to take it seriously” you tell him, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder and he smiles, leaning his head a top of your own.

“And if this turns out to be the only good part of my life?” he asks and you sigh, eyes darting up to the bright blue sky and leaning against him just a touch more.

“Then at least we did it together” you tell him and he laughs, the seriousness of the conversation lifting as he turns to look at you.

“You always have the answers” he teases, fingers pushing into your side and you yelp. Giggles fall past your lips as he continues to tickle you, smiling as you fall back on the turf, and he crawls above to continue his attack.

“Pink please, it hurts” you laugh, wriggling to escape his attack and suddenly he stops, weight falling on top of you as you both laugh together. Pink folds his hands over your stomach, chin coming to rest on them as he looks at you with a soft and loving smile.

“Promise me one thing” he says and you fold your arms behind your head, tipping up to look at him.

“Yeah, what’s that?” you ask, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. Looking at the boy who had become so much more than the most popular guy in the school to you.

“That after high school, whether we’re complete strangers or not, you’ll still think highly of me” he says, a forlorn look on his face at even the idea of losing you. If there was one damn thing he planned on keeping from this school it would be you. The girl who saw him for so much more than a football star or cool guy in town. You rode in his El Camino for him and not for the popularity, you encouraged him to actually do his homework, and work towards something that made him better. You didn’t use him to make yourself look better. You loved him and that was all he needed.

“We’re not going to be strangers, there’s no possible way, but I promise. There’s nothing you could ever do that could make me forget what a good man you are” you tell him earnestly, a hand reaching forward to cup the side of his face, and he smiles wide at the answer. Suddenly he’s lifting up, making you squeal as kisses your face, peppering them along your cheeks and neck.

“I love you, so fucking much” is the last thing he says before his lips meet your own and you smile against him, hands sliding into his hair as you keep his face pressed against your own.

Pink kisses you in a way to convey every single emotion he feels in this moment. Still some fear but a little more hope, surrounded by love. A love he didn’t think capable until he met you. In just a week you would both be seniors, you’d have to start applying to colleges, and face the fact you might not end up together. Yet right now, you were just two kids in love, kissing each other silly on the 50 yard line, and knowing that things could only really get better from here.

“We should probably get back soon, any longer and we’ll get caught” you tell him when you break apart and he chuckles, lips a little swollen and eyes glazed from either you or the weed.

“Just a little longer?” he pouts, desperate to stay right here and continuing kissing you before he pops this blissful bubble.

“Fine but as long as you promise to save this midlife crisis stuff for mid life” you tell him and Pink nods, hand reaching up to meet his chest.

“Cross my heart” he promises, hand motioning over his heart and you smile, hands sliding across his shoulders.

“Good, now come here and kiss me” and Pink doesn’t waste a second to obey your orders, lips meeting your own again as the Texas sun now pounds down on you both. A warmth that you would always associate with the boy above you. A love that made your heart yearn for him even when he was around.

No matter what ended up happening to the two of you, at least you had this moment. To hold and cherish forever.

[ash5monster01]

Hi dear!! I absolutely loved your Pink fics so much! I hope you can think about doing a cute fluff on him with him saying this prompt "Maybe I am a little bit jealous. But who wouldn't be?" to his best girl friend & all his friends know he’s head over heels for her but she’s somehow oblivious to it and finds out later on!

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Can’t You See?

Pairing: Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, jealousy, minor angst, brief plot, best friends to lovers, no use of y/n

Summary: Oblivious to Pink’s feelings it takes one odd night to finally come to your senses. In the end neither of you could be happier.

word count: 1.1k

Masterlist

You jump as your locker slams shut in front of your face, some lip gloss smudging along the inner corner of your lip. Your eyes instantly land on the suspect beside you, a cocky smirk painted across your best friends face. You glare at him quickly, finger immediately fixing the makeup error as you shove the lip gloss away with your other hand.

“Don’t you have a class to actually attend?” you sneer, now free hand dialing your combination again to reopen the locker. Pink just grins, arms crossed over his chest.

“Free period” he explains, not the least bit affected by your annoyance. In fact he was a bit amused by it.

“Then do you need something?” you ask, grabbing the books you need and shutting the locker yourself this time.

“Was just curious if you were going to the Emporium tonight?” he smiles, nodding his head and already planning to pick you up. He’d spend all night cruising just the two of you, it was one of his favorite things in the world.

“Actually no, I have a date” he can’t stop the way his face falls, shock filling him and not expecting this answer to come from you.

“A date? Why, we always do something on Fridays?” he sounds desperate, he hopes you don’t notice. He just never thought there would be a day you actually went out with someone other than him.

“I was asked and he seems sweet. Why, you jealous?” you tease and Pink nervously chuckles, trying not to show how jealous he actually is.

“Maybe I am jealous, but who wouldn't be?" he says with the shrug of his shoulder, feigning as much of his jokester and friend personality your way. You don’t catch on to the nerves or the fact this is the truth.

“Whatever Pink, I’ll call you tomorrow. You can tell me all about the Emporium then” you tell him, holding your books tightly to your chest and starting for the class you were now late for. Yet Pink just watches you walk away, a little hurt you were going out with someone else and disappointed in himself for not making a move sooner.

Sadly the date doesn’t live up to its expectations, you now walking alone from the Top Notch in the direction of the Emporium. The guy had been kind and ever the gentleman but you never really clicked. He talked about chess nearly the entire time and maybe it was interesting but you didn’t know how to play. So when he offered to drive you home you denied it, hoping Pink was still at the Emporium to drive you instead. In fact you had wished it was him with you the whole time, that way the conversation wouldn’t have ever been lacking in any way.

“Hey, you made it!” Slater is the first to greet you, sat against the curb and smoking probably his millionth joint of the night. You smile at him before nodding your head inside.

“Our good friend Randy still around?” you ask and Slater snorts, nodding his head.

“Yeah he’s been moping over the pool table all night about your date. How was it by the way?” you’re confused what Slater means but you chalk it up to the marijuana, choosing to answer his question instead.

“It was fine, I’m gonna go find him” you say and Slater nods as you step into the Emporium, a haze of smoke and loud rock music filling the building. This was where you should have been all night.

“Oh thank goodness you’re here” Don says, passing by you with hands full of beer. You furrow your eyebrows, confused why your absence had meant this much.

“I didn’t realize my attendance was imperative” you say and he snorts, nodding his head back where you finally spot Pink leaned against a wall. A beer in hand and sad look on his face.

“It is tonight. If I have to listen to Pink whine anymore about this date I’ll go insane” he says and you keep your eyes trained on your friend, him not noticing your appearance just yet.

“I did’t realize it was such a big deal to him” you say and Don shakes his head, a knowing smile on his face.

“Wake up doll, that boys in love with you. Now take him out of his misery and ask him on a date instead” he nods his head in the direction of the boy. It’s then Pinks eyes catch your own, his features easing and form standing up straighter at the sight of you. It makes your heart stutter and it hits you then how you had wished it was Pink every time you were on a date, because it had always been him.

“Thanks Donny” you grin, stealing one of the beers and taking a swig before heading your best friend’s way. His smile grows wider and wider the closer you get and it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Hey, I thought you were on a date-” but you don’t answer the question, your lips pressing against his own and cutting him short. He’s shocked for only a moment before easing into it, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close.

“Screw my date, I’d rather be here with you” you say when you pull away and Pink smiles so wide you’re certain it has to hurt his face. He doesn’t even respond as he intimates the kiss this time, hugging you tight. It’s then your friends erupt in cheers around you, thankful you finally caught on.

“God this night couldn’t get any better” he says and you smirk, hand lacing with his own. Determined to show him it could.

“We’ll see about that, let’s get out of here” and he doesn’t hesitate to follow you out of the building. Letting you guide him to his car where you slide into the drivers seat and don’t give him much room to join. He had dreamed of having you pressed against him as he drove around town on a night like this. Now it was finally going to happen.

“What made you pick me?” Pink asks as he starts the car and you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek and snuggling close.

“I didn’t pick, I just finally realized it would always be you” you tell him and he just smiles, backing out of the parking space and driving with no destination in mind. He didn’t need to go anywhere as long as you were by his side.

“It’s always been you too”

[ash5monster01]

Hi again! Can I request hugging and kissing Randall pink Floyd while dating? ♥️🖤

Can’t Get Enough

Pairing: Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, PDA, allusions to smut (barely), lots of kissing, annoyance, established relationship

Summary: You just can’t get enough of your boyfriend and it’s starting to annoy your friends.

word count: 400+

Masterlist

It’s no surprise to anyone that you have Pink’s lips pressed against yours the second you’re at his locker. The boy barely reacting before kissing you back, hands settling on your hips and guiding your back against the lockers. Groans from Don and Kevin follow, annoyed that you had cut them off and Pinks attention was now on you. There was no limit to the PDA and all of your friends were close to being over it.

“Get a room” Don says, shoving Pinks shoulder and breaking his lips from your own. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, not the least bit ashamed by the small obsession with your boyfriend.

“We would if we could” Pink answers for you both, body still pressed against your own. You could stay trapped between him and these lockers all day.

“It’s getting old always seeing you two suck face, save it for after school” Kevin says and you laugh, hugging your boyfriend close.

“You guys yell at us then too, so what I like to show my boyfriend how much I love him” you say, tone innocent and soft cheek pressed to his chest as you wrap yourself around him.

“I love you more” Pink says, lips finding your own again and both Kevin and Don wave their arms, eyes rolling as they walk away from the both of you. Uninterested in watching you two suck face.

You happily and shamelessly make out with your boyfriend against the lockers, never tiring of how his mouth always tastes faintly of cherries and weed. Butterflies erupt in your stomach as his tongue trails along your bottom lip, slowly slipping into your mouth and curling against your own. When your fingers tangle in his hair you wish more than anything you were somewhere other than the school halls.

“Alrightttt” Slater’s familiar voice cuts you off, laughing against each others mouths at your clearly stoned friend who passes by.

“What do you say we skip class?” Pink whispers and you smile, arms wrapped around his form as you think of his entirely welcoming El Camino parked in the parking lot.

“I mean we’re already late anyway” you whisper back and he only grins, knowing that had answered his question. His arm wrapping around your shoulders as he guides you out of the school, ducking away from the sight of teachers.

That way he can have you to himself as much as he wants.

[envyangelic]

Southern Nights

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Randall “Pink” Floyd x reader

Warnings: Heavy makeouts, drinking, smoking

Summary: Pink and you have a secret agreement that’s reserved for secluded spots and late nights but what happens when you want more than that?

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The orange sky illuminated Michelle’s room by hitting her sun catchers with light. They casted a multitude of colors inside providing the room a glow. Orange and yellow and pink covered every inch of her room.

The both of you laid sprawled onto her bed. She had her guitar straddled on her lap slowly playing some melodic tune. Her cigarette hung out of her mouth, tight between her lips. Its smoke polluted the air tight room. A towel was placed under her bedroom door to prevent smoke from leaking into her house and notifying her mom of her little habit.

You on the other hand flipped through some magazine she had laying around. Lazily pointing out the newest albums that made it on record. You let out an exhausted sigh.

“This blows.” You pout throwing the magazine to the side. You slip off of her bed and stumble towards her record player.

Flipping through the records you throw on the newest vinyl from KISS. Pressing the needle onto the vinyl you let out a sigh.

You hear the faint sound of Michelle’s mom on the hallways telephone. “Turn that off quick-.” Michelle snaps in your direction. You lift the needle from the record. She smushes her cigarette into an ash tray hidden in her drawer. She grabs some of her perfume and sprays a generous amount in the air.

Michelle places her guitar to the side and jumps off her bed pressing her ear to the wall. You accompany her doing the same.

“Who? Who is this? Michelle’s not here-“ Her mom lies and Michelle rips open her bedroom door and races down the hallway towards the phone. You peek your head out of the door smiling at the scene of Michelle grabbing the phone while her mother fights for it.

They argue back and forth while Michelle holds the telephone against her ear. “It’s Michelle!-“ she’s cut off by her mother “You’re not going anywhere, Michelle!” Her mom scolds her trying to grab the telephone out of her hand.

Michelle disregards her mother continuing to talk through the telephone. “Yep- yep right now!” She slams the telephone back on the wall and runs towards her room. Her mother yells after her. “Michelle Buroughs you’re not going anywhere!”

Michelle swoops into her room and you let out a laugh backing away from the door as she slams a chair sitting next to it up against the door knob.

Her mom tries to open it yelling incoherently. “Get dressed, man we’re going to Pinks!” She rips her shirt and digs through her closet throwing something at you in the process.

“I made this for you.” You unravel the piece of clothing that she threw revealing a cropped crochet top that was patterned beautifully.

“Michelle! This is cool, man so cool.” You glee taking off of your shirt and slipping on the crochet.

“I made one for myself too.” She already has put hers on and layered it with one of her vests. She opens her drawer grabbing all of her pot filled ziplock bags and shoved them in her bell bottoms.

While Michelle’s mom relentlessly tries getting into the room you slip on your sandals and follow Michelle who has opened the window. “Love you, mom!” Her mom bickers through the door. She begins to sneak out of it letting out a few raspy laughs before falling onto the ground.

You follow her routine and close the window letting out laughs watching her mom finally open the door to an empty room. Michelle grabs your hand and sprints through her front lawn.

“Man, you’re fucked!” You choke on your laughs following her down the sidewalk. She reaches into her jeans pulling out another cigarette and lighting it.

After a few puffs she hands it to you which you happily take. Putting the cigarette to your lips you intake a deep drag before handing it back feeling the wave of nicotine soothe your nerves.

“Fucked? I’m always fucked. When isn’t she on my ass about everything?” She complains while turning over her shoulder to the sound of a familiar car.

The loud motor belongs to the beloved orange 1970 Pontiac GTO judge (you know the car’s model by heart because of how much Pickford brags about it). Also known as “Pickford’s woman.” Beloved was an understatement because it was worshipped by Pickford. It was his baby with a brand new paint job and muffler, it was hot.

He pulls up to the curb slowing down and rolling his window down. “You ladies need a ride?” He chuckles staring down Michelle. The two have been inseparable since they started dating in the middle of junior year. His eyes wander up and down her body to which she shines a toothy grin.

“I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.” She slyly states walking slower and closer to the car. Pickford rubs his chin before reaching into his shirts pocket and pulling out a joint.

“But I have candy, want some?” He stops the car and she opens the car door jumping into his arms. She presses her pink lips against his while strategically grabbing the joint out of his hand.

They lock lips together for a few moments as you open the back of the car and plop inside trying to look at anything other than them.

They both break away for a moment and Michelle pecks his cheek while putting the joint into her mouth. She hands her lit cigarette to you to finish while she holds the joint between her teeth as she flicks her lighter. The bright flame glows and soon enough the car is filled with smoke.

Her cigarette has become nothing but the orange end so you throw it out the window. She picks the joint out of her mouth and twiddles it in her fingers before passing it to you which you graciously accept. You place it in between your lips and suck in. The smoke clusters in your lungs and you let out a soft cough. Michelle smiles turning up the radio as you pass it to Pickford.

Soon enough the sun that barely peeked over the horizon started to set as Pickford parks his car on the curb with the many others that have crowded in front of Pink’s house.

The engine rumbles as he turns the key and you slide out of side. Many other kids have started their drinking frenzy on his lawn. Some already tripping over their own feet as they giggle towards the keg.

Michelle takes a glance around before interlinking her hand with Pickford who grins. You follow the both of them up his driveway.

Pinks house is identical to Pickfords. Two floors and a freshly mowed lawn that is now littered with teenagers. You watch as two freshman run out of the house followed by some very familiar seniors.

Somehow those paddles haven’t broken yet. The seniors catch up to them doubling them over onto Pickford’s car.

“Get off of that car! I just got her waxed man.” Pickford yells with his fist in the air. The seniors grab the freshman’s collars before throwing them onto the lawn and plowing paddles to their asses.

You shake your head not too fond of the beating ritual that has become a tradition at your school. “They’re straight up beating them senseless now.” You complain to Michelle who shows emotion towards the freshman.

“They tried to sneak in the party, what did you expect to happen?” Michelle follows Pickford into the house. Bodies are packed into every room of Pink’s house.

Girls are twiddling with their hair watching the boys play beer pong on Pink’s family dining room table. What a great use. You spot a familiar face on the steps. Slater is zoned out staring into the ceiling. His eyes puffy and red like usually. Pickford and Michelle disappear into the sea of people.

“Slater, are you okay?” You ask a little concerned for the boy who looks like he’s on cloud nine. More like cloud ten thinking about it now. It takes a moment for the question to register in his mind but his face lights up at seeing you.

“Y/N! Hey man, yeah man I’m all good.” His voice trails off as he finishes his sentence. “I can’t believe this is the last week of summer.. it just went swoosh, man, you know?” He makes a wind noise emphasizing the swoosh part.

“It sucks, this summer blew past.” You pitch in sympathizing with his feeling of sadness towards summer ending. “I think I’m gonna go get a drink, see you later?” He points finger guns at me before getting off the stairs and disappearing outside preassumingly trying to find someone with a joint he can bum off of.

You enter the kitchen to see the island table filled with different cases of booze and spiked punch that’s sure to have you blackout by the end of the night. You settle for a beer and wedge the cap between the counter popping it off.

You press the brown bottle to your lips taking a swig of the bitter but sweet drink then continue roaming around the house. Then you spot him, Pink is talking to a group of people. You couldn’t imagine a football player indulging with less popular students but Pink has proved you wrong.

Everyone loves him, the geeks, the preps, the jocks… everyone. He spots you, his graze settles and he smiles. He bids a goodbye and keeps his eyes on you until he walks past you. Your que.

You follow behind him as you watch him walk upstairs. A few seconds later when you make sure no one is looking you walk up the stairs. You’re surprised there isn’t a line of couples making out upstairs yet. You try to find him but a door opens up and a hand grabs you and pushes you into the dimly lit room.

In a split second his lips are on yours. You accidentally squeak in suprise. You’re pushed up against a wall with hands wandering all over your body. Cupping your breasts and gripping onto your sides.

“What took you so long?” He mutters against your neck. You let out a slight laugh. “I didn’t know you were having a party tonight. Where was my direct invite?” You can feel his lips smile against your sensitive neck. He continues biting your skin.

This is your little secret. Ever since Simone and him broke up he has taken a liking to you. A quiet liking that’s reserved for secluded places and sneaking around after dark. For hushed moans and foggy car windows.

You can’t say you don’t like being his secret because the adrenaline of it all keeps you going. It keeps you high all the time. He scrunches your hair in his fingers bringing your lips back to his. The taste of beer still lingers on his pink lips. A soft groan leaves his mouth.

He’s desperate and so are you as your lips continue in a feral manner. He pushes you away. His eyes finally take in your apparence. You watch as his brown irises scan over every part of your body. Taking in every curve and dip. He wraps his hand in the fabric of your crochet shirt.

“Where’d you get this?” He asks as you smile. “Michelle made it for me.”

He smirks looping his finger in between the crochet.

“She’s gonna get you in trouble for wearing something like that.” He lifts it off of you and presses his lips to your chest moving down towards your stomach. He’s gentle, just how you like it. You intake a sharp breath. You can’t tell if it’s the beer but your mind feels so foggy and distant.

“Says you.. can your shirt can anymore unbuttoned?” His blue long sleeved blouse is unbuttoned til his chest. You kind of wish you left a few marks on his collar bone. Maybe it would give everyone else a hint but

you can only imagine how many girls have stared at his chest tonight.

He gruffly laughs twirling his finger in a strand of your hair. “It can.” Your fingers dance around the white buttons and soon his shirt falls off. He smirks against your lips and pushes your body against his. His warmth surrounds you like a hug. It makes you tingly and needy.

Just as your hands travel lower inter-looping with his bulky belt the knob on the door shakes. It startles the both of you causing you to bounce back. Pink coughs “What do you want? I’m getting changed, man!” He yells. His chest rises and falls in a rhythmic matter.

“It’s me.. Jennifer.” There’s silence as Pink gathers the clothes off the ground and hands you your top back. “Give me on second-“ he says as he buttons back his shirt up. You lift the top over your head and adjust it to your body.

In hushed whispers you start to bicker with him “What does she want? Why is she looking for you?” You ask in a quiet whisper and he shakes his head “I don’t know here- hide here.” He opens his closet door revealing a mess of clothes.

“Are you serious, Pink?” He hushes you into the closet and closes the door. You angrily curse at yourself for being so easily hidden away into a closet. You peek through the little cracks. He fixes his jeans to hide the uncomfortable tent that has started to grow under the denim fabric.

He unlocks the knob and Jennifer walks in. Her black wavy droops around her shoulders. Her shirt is tied up showcasing her midwaist and the new bell bottoms she bought. You roll your eyes.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, where you have been?” She coos leaning close to Pink. He tries to back up but she grabs his collar. Internally, you scream.

He pushes her away “This isn’t really a good time, I was just looking for my lighter-“ he points to the lighter on the sled but she shushes him moving closer.

“It’s okay..” he tries to back up once again. A voice yells down the hallway “Pink! You up here, man?” It sounds like Wooderson.

He enters the room as Jennifer moves to the side. Wooderson pushes his hands into his pockets. “Sorry man, didn’t know you were busy.” He laughs while looking at the two of them. Jennifer slyly smiles and Pink shakes his head.

“No, I’m not.” Pink tells Wooderson as he bobs his head. “Good. Uhh, man Mitch is tryna find you ‘cause the seniors are givin’ him a hard time about coming inside.” Pink looks towards Jennifer and shrugs his shoulders “Duty calls.”

The three of them leave the room and you’re left alone in the closet. You feel like crying. You want to find Michelle and drink until you can’t feel anything.

You open the closet door and stand infront of Pinks mirror straightening out your hair trying to soothe yourself. You leave Pink’s room and avoid the couples that have now migrated upstairs to continue their make out sessions.

Walking down the stairs you run into Cynthia. “Y/N! Where have you been?” Her voice is soft and genuine. “I-I don’t really know-“ your voice breaks Cynthia’s lips turn down into a frown.

“Oh are you okay?” She asks standing close. “No, not really.” You respond solemnly. “What happened? You don’t have to tell me.” You shake your head not wanting to share the pain you just experienced.

“I really just need to drink.” You state to the redhead. “In that case..”

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Cynthia has never been much of a party girl. Her clique isn’t really into drinking or partying they like to spend their time playing poker on Fridays. They don’t even own their own lighters or cigarettes and you’ve only seen Cynthia smoke once which resulted in a coughing fit.

But she was cool in her own kind of way. A quirky way that made her fun to be around and talk to. A girl that you could rely on especially on a bad night when you need a reasonable shoulder to lean on. You couldn’t find Michelle anywhere and guessed her and Pickford are long gone in his car somewhere. Cynthia offered to stay with you when you couldn’t find them.

Cynthia had blossomed once she had started going out with Wooderson. You didn’t think it would last because he was already out of high school and had a different outlook on life but in the end it worked out. The two of them were going steady and she had finally started to enjoy her dreaded high school years.

Now the two of you had found solace on the stairs of Pink’s house. She kept her beer sipping occasionally while you gulped down every last drop of yours until it was empty and you went to grab another one. That’s how your night started to go.

Pink was floating around the rooms. You could feel his eyes on you every so often but once you tried to meet his gaze he looked away and continued talking. He was a social floater despite being a football player. Usually the jocks stay away from anyone outside their little clique. But he’s different. He doesn’t care about people’s social status or beating freshman. Maybe that’s what made him so likeable. The beers had only fogged your thinking but you could still feel the jealously in your heart.

The beer buzz had slowly started to hit you. You went to stand up from the stairs and the world started to spin. The crowd blended together and you felt woozy. Cynthia pulls you back to the stairs.

“Bad idea.” She laughs sipping on her beer. You fall back onto the carpeted stairs and put your beer to the side. “The first time Mike drank he didn’t get up once. When he finally did he was way past five beers and totally folded over onto the ground.” She reminisces the memory as you smile.

“I remember the first time I drank. I completely overlooked how much I could handle and ended up blacking out in Michelle’s car.” Cynthia laughs budging you. “No way.”

You nod your head “Yes way, man.” She looks ahead to see Mike and Tony making their way into the crowded scene. Cynthia perks up “You wanna come hang with us?” She asks you shake your head.

“I think I’m gonna leave in a few.. thanks though.” She smiles waving as she walks to the group. You start to stand up as well trying to stabilize yourself against the wall then began your small walk towards the door.

You push through many different people. Some you don’t even know the names of. You look at a clock to read the time “11:30 pm”? There’s no way you’ve been here that long. You rub your temples stumbling out of the house.

You look around the curb and the driveway trying to find a car you know but unfortunately you’re out of luck and it looks like you’re walking home. You rub your arms and take a sharp breath of air starting to walk in between the numerous cars that congest the driveway.

Just as you start your walk down the driveway a hand pulls you back you let out a yelp. You spin around on your heels. Of course, it’s the last person you want to see. Pink.

“Where are you going?” He asks as your face turns sour. “I’m leaving, I don’t want to be here anymore.” As you try to turn around Pink walks infront of you as you keep walking forward. He faces you walking backwards keeping up your pace.

“Why? You can’t walk home alone, you’re drunk!” He argues with you but you want no part of it. “Well I don’t want to walk with you!” You try to slip past Pink but he counters it.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asks as he stops you by holding your shoulders. “You! Why was she trying to get with you? Were you flirting with her?” Your voice breaks as he sighs.

“No! I don’t even talk to her. Why are you so upset?” His arrogance to the situation has you frustrated. “I don’t know, maybe because she was trying to fuck you!” You shrug his hands of your shoulders and start walking past him once again.

“I wouldn’t fuck her. I only like you!” He admits while you stop in your tracks. “I don’t want any other girls trying to get with you. I hate the fact that they all think you’re single while you’re sneaking around me.” You start to ramble your feelings while tears prick your eyes.

“I wish other girls could know about you and me. I’m tired of keeping this a secret. I know if I don’t hold your hand some other girl will..” You continue, he turns quiet. He walks behind you and wraps his arms around your body. He pulls you close and presses his lips against your ears.

“What’s stopping you from being seen with me?” He kisses your neck as happiness bubbles inside of you. You wipe away your tears and smile. “Nothing.” You mutter as he turns your around and kisses your lips. You’re sure a bunch of eyes are on you and him. In this moment you don’t care. All you can focus on is Pinks hands around your waist.

He holds your face while your lips connect slowly. You smile against his lips and he pulls away. “You still want to go home?” His low voice coos in your ear.

He catches your lips for a quick kiss.“No… I don’t.”

[ash5monster01]

could I request some randall floyd angst…

Why You?

Pairing: Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd x FemReader

Warnings: angst, lots of arguing, heavy sarcasm, misguided hatred, admitting feelings, fluff

Summary: Everyone held Pink up on some high pedestal, worshipping him as a King of the school. It was your job to knock him down a peg.

word count: 2k

Masterlist

The roll of your eyes is so heavy nearly no one misses it. Especially Pink who instantly shoots a glare your way. It was silly how instantly you were annoyed by him, him simply showing up late to the study hall where you sat amongst all your shared friends. They all jokingly cheered when he had finally made an appearance but you found no reason to applaud. Pink was just another guy no matter what all your friends thought.

“Nice to see you too Angel” Pink smirks at you, slinking into the only open seat by your side. You scowl at the nickname, him only calling you that since you acted anything but.

“Give him a break” Cynthia whispers in your ear and you sigh, plastering on a fake smile as you look at the boy.

“Nice to see you to Pink, how’s your day?” the sarcasm is heavy, dripping like venom from your tongue and Cynthia instantly has her head in her hands.

“It’s delightful Angel, will be even better when I see you at O’Bannion’s party tonight” his overly nice voice reacts to your own. You roll your eyes again before looking to Cynthia and Mike who had definitely blabbed. Tony wouldn’t blow you in like that.

“Good luck with that” you say as the bell the rings, the boy having nearly missed the entire period from whatever dilly dallying he had done. You don’t give him a chance to respond as you collect your books and start for the parking lot, eager to leave this school.

“I don’t understand why you don’t like him, he’s done nothing to you” Cynthia says catching up with and you sigh, fixing the bag on your shoulder as you continue down the hall.

“He’s annoying. All proud and cocky just because he’s some football star. All of you look at him like he hand created earth and personally I prefer to worship a different kind of higher being” you explain and Cynthia chuckles, shaking her head as she looks at you. After a few dates with Wooderson she had really come out of her shell. A little less afraid to tell you what she thinks.

“It’s not that. We look at him like that because he’s the nicest guy. He’s friends with everyone and genuinely cares about each of us. That includes you” she tells you, almost amused how you don’t see it. That Pink was as loved as he was for just being a good guy. That was something you were not used too.

“Whatever, I’ll see you at 7” is all you say before shoving your sunglasses onto your face and disappearing into the flurry of students on their way to their vehicles.

Cynthia sees you again at 7 o’clock sharp, standing on the curb, features illuminated by the glow of the joint pressed between your fingers. When you spot her you take one that final hit of the roach before dropping it to the cement and stomping it out. She one day wished to be as cool as you. Which was funny because you didn’t think you were cool, not even the slightest, especially as you slid into Cynthia’s car to attend a party you didn’t even want to in the first place.

“What, no Tony or Mike?” you ask, eyes a little hazed and relaxed smile on your face. Cynthia wished you could be this version of you around Pink. Not so tense and worked up. This was the version of you that had come to be her best friend.

“They caught a ride with Pink” you roll your eyes, a common notion at the mention of the long haired boy and Cynthia just chuckles. So stubborn.

“Whatever, I need a drink. Lets go” you tell her, dropping your lighter back into your bag and turning to radio up on a Lynryd Skynryd song.

The party is in full blast when you arrive, bodies of students littering the yard and clearly stuffy house. It looks like the last place you want to be but the idea of an alcohol strong enough to get you through the night being in that very kitchen was encouragement enough. So you step out of Cynthia’s car anyway and stalk towards it, the heavy music getting louder and louder with each step. More and more familiar faces waving and smiling.

“Hey I see Wooderson, I’ll be right back” Cynthia calls, smile wide and you don’t even fight it. Even if she’s left you alone it clearly makes her happy to be pursued by an older guy.

“Okay, I’ll grab us some drinks” you call back but she’s already halfway across the yard in the direction of Wooderson and Slater who share a heavy a joint. You just shake your head in amusement and duck inside the home.

Navigating the sea of bodies is difficult, especially when you’re not entirely sure where you’re going. Finally after two wrong turns you’re welcomed to a kitchen with an island covered in various liquors and a punch bowl that was guaranteed to be lethal. The only bodies were a few boys surrounding the kegs along the wall so you’re quick to help yourself. Actually a touch excited to let loose and have this moment just to yourself.

“Here, let me” the familiar voice makes you scowl. The warmth of his body to close in your space, the loose blue shirt unbuttoned one to many, and long brown hair bouncing softly.

“I can handle myself” you tell him, side stepping and continuing to mix your drinks as you had intended. Pink just chuckles, shaking his own head at you.

“Nothing I do will be good enough for you huh?” the question has caught you off guard, freezing under his stare as you bring one of the finished drinks to your lips and taking a much needed sip.

“I don’t know what you want from me Pink, so what one person doesn’t like you?” You tell him with the shake of your head, setting the cup down as you deem the drink consumable.

“Yeah but that one person is you!” he states, exasperated and annoyance run thin towards you. It brings you to look him in the eye, shocked he was actually losing his temper with you for once. You wonder what his words mean, why it made any difference at all.

“Look Pink, go out there and enjoy the high life. You’re the king of the school, you might’ve already peaked, so enjoy it while you can” your words are mean and the way he winces makes guilt swirl in your stomach.

“That’s the very thing Angel, I don’t want to peak. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life saying these were the best years of my life. I’ve done nothing but try to be your friend and it’s killing me” he says, stepping closer and facing you. In this proximity the height difference is noticeable. Pink didn’t always look like a football star but his size would surprise you when you least expected.

“Why? Why do we need to be friends? You’re friends with literally everyone else. I’m nothing special” you argue back and Pink groans, actually annoyed with how fucking oblivious you were.

“Because Angel, I like you. I like that you’re stubborn and I like that you do your own thing. I wish I was cool enough to go against everything I knew and still be acknowledged for it. I especially like when you make snide comments at me and it makes me want to kiss the scowl straight off your face!” he rants, determined to make you get it. To finally push some sense through that thick skull of yours. You tense at his words, never would you have expected Pink to be into you.

“So you’re telling me that I’ve done nothing but treat you like shit for years and instead of hating me, you’re into me?” you ask, a little baffled and trying to reel your thoughts in. It’s not like you thought Pink was ugly, in fact you’ve had to remove your stare quite a few times. Yet even you couldn’t explain your distaste towards him. Then that’s when it hits you, that all this anger directed toward him had been you trying to ignore your attraction. You were embarrassed for being just like everyone else and falling head over heels for Randall Floyd.

“Yeah Angel, gonna harass me for that one too?” he asks, seeing the thoughts flashing behind your eyes. Clearly gears were turning, trying to comprehend and react accordingly. Yet he had broken your normally quick witted brain. Struggling you’re unsure what to say or even do, until you shock you both.

A shaky hand grasps the blue shirt on his form, tugging him close and going against everything you stand for. Pinks eyes widen as you lift on your toes and seal your lips against his own. What’s the most surprising is how it isn’t weird, in fact it feels normal. Especially the way heat pools in your stomach and urges you to kiss him more. Just when his hands lift to hold you close, you’re pulling back, eyes blinking and trying to decide if that had been the best move. Your hand is still gripped on his shirt while Pink stays silent.

“I think I finally discovered an effective way to shut you up” you finally say, breaking the heavy silence between you both and Pink snorts. Your smile wide as you look at him wearing a smile that matches his own. He never thought there’d be a day you finally would smile at him like that.

“Does this mean you’re not gonna be mean to me anymore?” he curiously asks and you roll your eyes, yet this time it’s in a loving way. Now he could get used to that.

“That I can’t guarantee, but I would like to kiss you again” your honestly shocks him but he removes your hand from his shirt and takes it into his own anyway.

“Then let’s get out of here, I only came to this damn party because I heard you were going to be here” he tells you and you blush, feeling like a fool when not so long ago you rued his existence.

“And what do we tell our friends?” you ask and Pink smirks, clearly devious and unashamed. Whether it embarrassed you or not, he finally got what he wanted.

“The truth, that you can’t keep your hands off me so we have to go somewhere a little less crowded” and with your free hand you hit him softly, but he continues to grin.

“I think that’s the other way around Mr. I like everything about you” you mock and he laughs, pulling you close. You almost hate how nice this is, not hating him for once. Cynthia was right and now you could only hope you wouldn’t screw this up.

“At least I’m not embarrassed about it” he whispers, face close enough you could kiss him just as easily as before. His arms slowly snaking around your waist as your palm lands on the bareness of his chest. It’s makes butterflies ignite in your stomach.

“Now this is not what I was expecting to see” Tony’s voice breaks your attention off each other. You’re red in an instant but Pink won’t let you step away, holding you flush against him and proud of it.

“Angel isn’t feeling good, I’m going to drive her home” yet the look on Pinks face says anything but the excuse he had just given. Cynthia and the others standing behind Tony entirely amused.

“I told him I could walk, this is kidnap” but the squeeze to your side has you jumping at the ticklish touch and sealing your lips closed.

“The delusion has already set in, we better go” and he gives no one any more room to talk as he drags you out of the house and towards his El Camino. When you’re both shut inside all he does his smile before sliding across the front seat.

“You’re something else” you mutter just before he seals his lips against your own.

[ash5monster01]

Smoke Sesh

Pairing: Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, oral (male receiving), semi free use, dirty talk, degradation kink, little to no plot, use of drugs, friends with benefits?

Summary: A hangout in Pink’s garage ends up much differently that you originally had planned.

word count: 1.6k

Masterlist

The garage is dim, barely lit by a half dead light bulb that dangles from the middle of the ceiling. Every once in a while it flickers but you never bother to say anything because it really just could be the weed in your system. The haze of smoke doesn’t help the lighting situation either, there’s so much of it you almost wonder if you should lift the garage door so it would seep down the driveway. It wasn’t supposed to be just you two but Slater and Wooderson decided they’d rather find chicks and cruise the town. That’s how weed enough for four ends up split between two.

“You want to pick a record?” Pink asks around a heavy exhale, white smoke pillowing past his lips. You shrug as you stand from the old musty couch and head for the record player. The Lynryd Skynyrd album has spun to a stop, the needle frozen in place. You’re quick to remove it and replace the silence with a Rolling Stones album. Brown Sugar starts to play and you turn only to find Pink unbuttoning more buttons on his green shirt.

You’re suddenly aware of how much saliva is in your mouth, watering as you eye the tan chest that had been blessed from the summer rays. His hair had gotten longer than normal, bangs hanging in his eyes, and every time he reached his hand to brush them away more of his chest peaked through. He was so handsome it actually drove you nuts. Almost made him hard to look at. When your eyes travel to the crotch of his pants it’s then he realizes you were standing and staring longer than normal instead of returning back to your spot.

“See something you like?” you’re sure it’s the weed talking, Pink is normally too kind to point something out so blatantly. He’d rather save someone the embarrassment. Your cheeks flush but the weed keeps your movements slow.

“Usually” is your response and whatever sober brain cell is left in your body screams internally. Yet as of right now you couldn’t care less because it was just you two and you’re pretty sure the weed had made Pink half hard. That or his pants were suddenly smaller than you remembered.

“Well are you gonna just stand there or are you going to do something?” Pink asks, almost daring you to make a move. If you had the normal amount of weed intended you probably wouldn’t move, more than likely roll your eyes, but that’s not the case. Instead you’re not even sure how you end up in front of him, lowering to your knees instead of sitting back in your spot. Pink lazily smokes his joint, seemingly unbothered despite the way he internally panics. Slowly your hands undo the last two buttons of his shirt and start with the one on his pants. He never actually expected you to do something.

You’re no longer in control of your body as you pull down his zipper and start to tug his pants down. Pink lifts his hips only slightly to help, a confirmation that this is more than okay. In one swift motion you drag down his pants and his boxers with it. Just as predicted he is half hard and gorgeous here too. Your mouth waters even more and if you haven’t surprised Pink already, your hand wrapping around the base of his dick does. It was your goal now to get him completely hard and finally get a taste of the guy who was the main character of all of your fantasies. It didn’t matter if you were borderline greened out, you were going to have this. Even if just for one night and nothing in return.

“Just as pretty as the rest of you” are the words you choose to mutter before kissing his tip ever so gently. Even though Pink is as greened out as you are, he almost regrets that you haven’t kissed his lips first. Yet who has time to dwell when those perfect lips are now wrapped around his length, tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock. It must be the weed because this is the best getting head has ever felt and you’ve barely even started. It’s when your tongue traces around his tip he fully hardens to the point it’s almost painful.

“Shit, you really know what you’re doing” Pink says while trying to keep a steady voice, sucking another puff of the joint as you bob down his now hardened length. He’s doing his best to act uninterested but at the same time your lips meet the base of his cock your hands cup his balls and give a slight squeeze. He’s lucky to have not cum right there and then. How easily you talk all of him in your warm throat.

After accomplishing the mission of getting him hard you’re now determined to make him finish. He tastes just as delicious as predicted and the way your mouth waters only adds the sensation of his heavy length rested on your tongue. The only thing indicating he enjoys this is how hard he feels in your mouth but you wouldn’t stop until you finally got to hear Pink moan. That explains why your movements speed up and you get sloppier as you continue to suck him off. Determined to make him feel good.

“You like this don’t you? Blowing me while I relax and smoke a joint. It’s turns you on, the idea of me using your mouth while I catch a high” the dirty talk is unexpected but it turns you on more than expected. Whether it’s from the weed or pleasure, you’re not sure. What you do know is that it makes you wet, knees meeting each other as you squeeze your thighs together. Maybe you’d ride him next, if he let you.

“What a pretty cock drunk slut you are, I never would have guessed” it must be the weed because Pink would never actually call a girl a slut, especially not in a degrading way, but the moan that reverberates around his cock shows you took it as praise in the very moment. You had wanted Pink to use you for so long, staring longingly at him with daydreams guilty as sin in your head. If it wasn’t for the haze you’re certain this would feel like a dream.

“You liked that didn’t you? Me telling you what a slut you are, letting me use your mouth to keep my cock warm. I bet you’d blow me all night” you’re certain he’s rambling now to hold off his finish but even high you doesn’t back down from a challenge. You hollow your cheeks tighter, hum a slow tune to add sensation, and massage his balls until you finally get the guttural moan you had been waiting for. His dick twitches against your tongue and the way he starts shifting in his seat almost makes it harder to keep going, but you don’t stop, you don’t slow down even as he lets out an angelic whine. Exactly what you had been hoping for.

“Shit okay, ah. You’re killing me” he pants, squirming and clearly trying not to cave but you’re just too good. You take him deeply once more, lips meeting the hair at the base of his shaft and it’s then he finishes. Painting your throat as you slowly suck him through his release. He’s awestruck when you finally stop and leave his length practically clean. Your face is a mess, tears running down your cheeks, and lips swollen and messy. Yet the smile you wear shows you don’t mind at all and he swears you’ve never been prettier.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself” you shrug, a sly smile crossing your face as you look up at him. You’re sure your knees are numb but at this rate it was worth it.

“Jesus, why haven’t we been doing that sooner?” Pink asks, almost a little embarrassed by how wrecked he is. He shouldn’t still be hard, he’s never cummed harder in his life, yet here he was still a little wound up.

“You’ve been too preoccupied with other girls to ever look at me, besides we’re never alone. Today just happened to be your lucky day” you tell him, arm wiping your chin and standing to your feet. Pink watches you closely, a little intimidated and a little embarrassed. How stupid he had been to have never given you the chance before. He always thought you were pretty, you just happened to be one of the guys. Kind of like the stoner version of Cynthia. He never could’ve guessed you were kind of a freak. It made him question Cynthia now too. He’s brought back to reality when you sit back down beside him and steal the joint from his fingers.

“Well now it’s time for me to return the favor” Pinks already dropping to his knees, shirt open and practically falling off of him, member still proud and tall. Your knees press together despite the panicked look on your face.

“You can’t be serious” you say, suddenly extremely mindful of the skirt on your form. Pink’s mouth waters and he nods, hands settling on top of your knees and slowly sliding up your skin, fingers disappearing under your skirt.

“God yes” he practically begs and it’s then you’re certain the evening couldn’t get any crazier, so you open your legs for him just to find you with no panties and a glistening core. “I’m such a fool”

“Why’s that?” you ask, anticipation tangling with the arousal in your gut. Pink smiles as his hands slowly slide around your form and to your bum. In a swift movement he tugs you to the edge of the couch, your skirt flipping up for more access in the process.

“For not having considered you before”

[envyangelic]

taking Randall “pink” Floyd writing request!! send me some!

[insvmniac]

I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE PINK SOSO MUCH

Hi, can I request cuddling and falling asleep with Randall pink Floyd?❤️🖤

Only Comfort

Pairing: Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, insomnia, anxiety, mentions of drugs/alcohol, friends to lovers

Summary: It’s not unknown to your friends that you struggle to sleep, insomnia being your biggest curse and the number one reason you’re the most fun to party with. Yet one night spent with Pink you discover he just might be the key to getting some rest.

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You couldn’t believe it. It was your senior year, a Friday night, but suddenly all your friends were too tired to party. As much as you understood where they were coming from, how you all had been doing the same thing every weekend, a part of you still wished they’d agree to go out. Mainly because it was the only time your nights weren’t so lonely. Sleep never coming to you in the late hours and emptiness filling the void. Weekends with nights that never ended was where you thrived so the idea of a Friday night spent home alone was the worst form of torture to you. A nightmare to be exact.

Pink doesn’t miss the panic on your face, how an anxious hand reaches to pick at the rips in your jeans. You’re uneasy all because no one felt like hanging out tonight. He knew you struggled with sleep, pretty much everyone did, considering that even when they got tired you were still ready to go. He just didn’t know it bothered you so much, made you this nervous to not be surrounded by a little life. So he jumps to attention before you spiral too hard.

“I’ll hang out with you, we can let these guys get their beauty sleep” Pink says, hand clasping over your shoulder and he can feel how you immediately relax at his recovery. You offer him a thankful smile and Pink decides it’s worth it to lose a little more sleep.

That’s how you find yourself in the passenger seat of Pinks El Camino after football practice. His hair was still damp from the locker room shower but he looked so soft in this light. The sun setting and caressing his golden skin. It was no surprise all the girls fell for a boy like Pink. Kind, handsome, charming, he checked all the boxes. Thing was, with everyone taking a break from partying, not a single soul was out tonight. Not even Wooderson had made an appearance and it almost made you double check if it was a full moon. The entire earth off its axis, something had to be explanatory for the quiet weekend.

“We can just go to my place and watch a movie?” Pink offers as you pass the Emporium for a third time just to see there was still only two cars in the parking lot.

“You sure?” you question, not wanting to feel like you’re overstepping but Pink just flashes a smile, chuckling lightly.

“Yeah, why not. Apparently we don’t have anything better to do” he says and you can’t help the wide smile that crosses your face as he pulls into the Top Notch for supplies.

You make it back to Pinks house in no time, juggling some milkshakes, fries, onion rings, and whatever other grease filled food you could get your hands on. It wasn’t your first time at Pinks before, having done the long trek up to the attic space that had become his own. The room is in a slight disarray but you don’t mind as you move to set the food on the small trunk used as a coffee table in front of his couch. There was something homey about it, how everything here had been passed down and worn in. Patches covering old holes in the couch and blankets tucked around cushions Slater had accidentally burned. His bed covered in a homemade quilt and mismatching pillows. It was Pink, in the simplest terms, and no other way to describe it.

“Any particular movie in mind?” he asks, clicking on the small television set, an old T-shirt hanging off the side. You smile around a bite of french fry as you slip off your shoes and begin to settle in.

“Not at all, something good” you tell him and he laughs before grabbing a VHS of American Graffiti and popping it into the TV. It’s not long until the boy has joined your side, the couch dipping you into him with the added weight. You accept it and settle in as the tape begins to play.

In no time, majority of the food has disappeared, and you’ve both been sucked into the movie. You lasted only ten minutes before wrapping a blanket around your form and maybe thirty before you rested your head against Pinks shoulder. He doesn’t mind, actually quite content with the situation he’s found himself in. He doesn’t question any of it but after the better part of an hour you’ve rolled against him, arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him tight, which makes him freeze. Dropping his eye-line he spots your closed eyelids, the soft breaths falling softly out in an even pace. You’re asleep and the idea makes him freeze because you never sleep. Not once in front of him at least, and he’s spent over 48 hours with you before.

The movie had been over for twenty minutes but Pink doesn’t dare move a muscle, knowing how much you need this, even if you hadn’t meant to curl against him. So slowly and carefully he begins to adjust you both on the couch. Turning to lay back against the cushions and lower you down with his chest. Once you’re tucked safely between him and the back of the couch, he pulls the blanket over you both, the wrapping his arms around your form and getting comfortable against your side. Allowing sleep to overcome him as well.

When you wake the next morning you’re more than confused, having not remembered falling asleep last night. It had been a long time since you felt so rested, so blissful, and so delirious. The room you open your eyes to is not your own, and the pillow beneath you is not a pillow but instead rises and falls with a breath. Eyes darting upward you find Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd evenly breathing and dreaming away, soft golden sunlight framing his face that peaks through the sides of his mismatch curtains. It’s then you feel the firm grip he has around you and realize your own. You must’ve fallen asleep during the movie but what was more unsettling about the predicament you were in, was how easily you had.

Breaking your thoughts, Pink lets out a soft groan, shifting in his sleep and rolling into you. You freeze as he snuggles closer, knee nudging between your own and tangling you whole. It’s then you realize you had only fallen asleep due to how comfortable you had been. Pink and this room had offered you something you hadn’t felt in a long time. The idea nearly brings tears to your eyes because he made you feel safe. Safe enough to fall asleep here and feel protected. He allowed you to get some real rest that you desperately needed, wanted more than anything. As you look at the long lashes that graze his cheekbones and his soft pink lips, your heart swoons. Pink was worshipped by every girl but in this moment you swear you love him. So you hug him close before kissing his cheek, soft yet firm.

When he doesn’t wake you kiss his other cheek before peppering him in kisses anywhere you can. Forehead, eye lids, chin, nose, and when your lips finally grace the corner of his own his eyes slowly flutter open. You watch as he processes the sight in front of him, you in his arms, and kissing his face. A dramatic turn around from the friendly and teasing relationship you had shared before this. “Hi”

“Morning Pink” you reply, hoping he doesn’t move from his hold on you. If you could stay like this forever now you would, sleeping right here peacefully in his arms.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, a small crease forming between his brows as he realizes he has no idea why you’d be kissing him the way you were.

“Yeah, I just wanted to say thank you” you say, throat already tightening as you use your hand to push some hair away from his face. That way he was easier to see.

“Thank you for what?” he questions, trying not to shiver from your touch. Mind reeling in how soft and warm you were against him. How beautiful you looked in the morning.

“I haven’t slept through a whole night in a very long time. It’s the one thing in life that makes me the most uneasy. So thank you for making me feel comfortable enough to finally sleep” tears fill your eyes and Pink notices, one slipping out and over the bridge of your nose due to your shared horizontal position. Quickly he reaches to brush them away before hugging you close.

“Of course, yes of course. Anytime” he mutters into your hair and you smile through your tears, feeling so much adoration and love for the boy beside you.

“I can leave though, I understand that I’ve probably overstayed my welcome” you say, beginning to lift yourself from between him and the couch but his hold tightens on you. Dragging you down and close.

“You have not overstayed, in fact you can’t leave until you tell me what all that kissing was about” he states and you blush cherry red, having realized that your joy for him had prompted some spontaneous action.

“I was just excited that I slept through a whole night. It was a thank you” you answer, unable to look him in the eye and he snorts.

“Really, that’s it?” and you groan, the blush darkening as you drop your head to his chest.

“Fine, I may or may not have been a little charmed by you. Couldn’t help myself” you offer and Pink chuckles, hand tucking under you to lift your chin. You allow him to pull your gaze back into his eye-line.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to a few more thank you’s” he whispers, lips close to your own and you gulp nervously. Feeling that magnetic pull and the thrumming of your heart that beat just for him in this moment.

When you’re sure you’ll combust you finally press your lips against his own, hands tangling in the chocolate strands of his signature hair, holding him close. Pink kisses back just as eagerly, unknowingly nudging his knee up more between your legs. His kiss is everything you imagined and when his tongue grazed along the seam of your lips you allow him entrance. Whining softly at the taste of him and how his tongue meets your own. He kisses you hungrily, desperately, wanting nothing more than to keep kissing you. In this moment you wish to keep him, not just for the comfort of sleep but for everything in between and after. You never want to stop thanking him.

“How was that for thank you?” you ask when you pull away for air and his grins, lips swollen and red from your own. He’s even prettier than before and when he tucks your hair behind your ear you know he’s meant to be yours.

“I don’t know, maybe we should try again” and you snort in laughter, hitting his chest lightly, but he draws you near again. When his lips brush against your own you stop fighting him and allow him back into a kiss.

Perfectly content with kissing him all day and sleeping in his arms all night.