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blakeswritingimagines · 23 hours ago

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Party Of Three

Summary: Knowing your boyfriend to take Hockey seriously wasn't new to you until he brings in the winning enemy.

Warnings: Threesome, Top Nico, Top Kirby and Bottom Reader, PnV, No protection, Cumming in reader, Reader being used a sexual bet, Slight marking, Slight nipple play and clit action.

Word Count: 4.8k

After a grueling game, the New Jersey Devils finally emerged victorious against the Montreal Canadians. The locker room erupted with cheers and high-fives as the players celebrated their hard-fought win. Among the players were center Kirby Dach, who had a particularly impressive game regardless of the loss, as the locker room began to quiet down and leave, Nico approached Kirby with a wicked smile. "Hey, Dach," Nico said slyly. "Recall that little idea for a bet we had?"

Kirby chuckled, "Yeah, I do remember that. I believe it's time to collect, my friend." Nico smirked, "Indeed, it is. Let's go find your cute little partner." The two players headed out of the locker room in search of you. As Kirby and Nico walked into the press area, they spotted you leaning against a wall, scrolling through your phone. Kirby approached you with a sly smile, "Hey, babe." You looked up and smiled at Kirby, "Hey, you did great today, even if you seem fine for losing." He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "Actually, I have something to tell you." You raised an eyebrow, "Oh yeah, what is it?" Kirby glanced at Nico before turning back to you, "Well, you see we made a little bet before the game." You looked slightly confused, "A bet? What kind of bet?"

Nico chimed in, "It was about the game. If the Devils won, we had a little something special arranged." You looked at the two men quizzically, "Special? What do you mean?" Kirby's smile widened, "Well, it involves you, babe." You looked even more confused, "Me? What do I have to do with your bet?" You raised an eyebrow, your expression turning curious. "Centerpiece, huh? Sounds like you've got some sort of wager going on here. Alright, let's hear it. What's the deal? And what does it have to do with me?" Your voice is calm but there's a hint of amusement, intrigued to see where this unexpected development leads from the two males around you. Kirby smirked, "Well, the wager was that if his team won, Nico here gets a special evening with us." Your eyes widened in surprise, "Whoa, hold on a minute. What do you mean 'special evening'?" Nico chuckled, "Oh, you know, just a little fun between friends." Kirby chimed in, "Don't worry babe, we wouldn't do anything you're not comfortable with." You thought for a moment, weighing the idea in your mind. "So, let me get this straight. If the Devils won, you two get a night with me? As in both of you?" They both nodded, grins on their faces. You bit your lip, considering the proposition. "And what about you, Kirby? You're okay with this too?" Kirby nodded, his hand still wrapped around your shoulder, "Absolutely. It was my idea, after all. But if you're not comfortable with it, we can forget the whole thing."

You chewed on your lower lip, a mixture of anticipation and excitement coursing through your veins. You knew Kirby wouldn't do anything to make you genuinely uncomfortable, and the fact that he initiated this bet meant it was something he had thought about. After a moment, you took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm in. As long as we have clear boundaries." Nico's grin widened, his eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and amusement. "Excellent," he said, a mischievous note in his voice. Kirby leaned down and kissed your cheek, his breath tickling your ear. "You won't regret it, babe. I promise you'll enjoy it too." They had just arrived at Nico's apartment. Kirby was kissing your neck and Nico was behind you, his lips against your ears. Nico murmured, "Are you ready for this? Are you sure?" You took a moment to consider before nodding, biting your lower lip. You felt a mixture of anticipation and excitement. Nico's hands began to lightly trail over your waist, and Kirby's kisses grew deeper and more passionate. Meanwhile, Nico's hands moved forward, sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, his warm palms brushing against your skin. Your breath hitched at his touch, your heart beating faster. Kirby continued kissing your neck, his lips leaving little sparks of pleasure trailing down your skin. As Nico's hands move further up, you let out a little gasp, feeling the weight of anticipation building. Nico's fingers danced along your ribcage as he slowly lifted your shirt upward. His touch was electric, sending shivers through your body. "You're so beautiful," he breathed against your ear before nipping playfully at the lobe. Kirby pulled back from your neck, his blue eyes dark with desire as they met yours. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "What do you say we take this somewhere more comfortable, hmm?" He linked his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. Behind you, Nico pressed closer, his chest firm against your back as his hands smoothed over your newly exposed midriff. The heat of their bodies enveloped you, promising pleasures yet to come. "Right this way," Nico rumbled, his deep voice vibrating through you as he pulled you both to his bedroom.

As you enter the dimly lit bedroom, the door closes softly behind you three. The large bed dominates the space, covered in soft sheets that beckon invitingly. Nico's strong hands continue their sensual exploration of your body as he guides you backwards towards the bed. His lips find the sensitive spot below your ear, placing open-mouthed kisses there that make your knees weak. Kirby steps in front of you, his tall frame blocking your view momentarily. His hands cup your face tenderly as he leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It starts slow but quickly builds in intensity, his tongue delving into your mouth to dance with yours. One hand slides into your hair, gripping gently while the other traces down your side to your hip. As the heated kiss with Kirby intensifies, you feel yourself being guided backwards until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. Nico's strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, holding you steady as he continues his sensual assault on your neck and shoulders with lips and teeth. Kirby breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy as he gazes at you with lust-filled eyes. "I want to worship every inch of you," he murmurs huskily before starting to unbutton your bra with deft fingers. Each small movement reveals more of your skin to their hungry gazes. Nico's hands slide around to your stomach, thumbs rubbing circles on your hipbones as he presses himself flush against your back. You can feel the evidence of his arousal through his jeans. "So gorgeous," he growls appreciatively, nipping at your earlobe. As your bra falls away, exposing your breasts to their heated gazes, both men inhale sharply in appreciation. Kirby's calloused hands immediately cup the soft mounds, thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks. He leans down, taking one nipple into his hot mouth and suckling gently. At the same time, Nico's hands skim up your sides to cover Kirby's, encouraging him as he lavishes attention on your sensitive flesh. His own lips blaze a trail of fire down your neck to your shoulder, where he bites down lightly, marking you as his. The dual sensations of Kirby's mouth and Nico's hands send jolts of pleasure straight to your core. You arch into their touches, head falling back against Nico's shoulder as soft mewls of enjoyment escape your parted lips.

Lost in a haze of sensation, your body arches and writhes between them, craving more of their skilled touches. Kirby switches to your other breast, alternating between long licks and gentle nips to the sensitive peak. His hands knead the soft flesh, thumbs circling your nipples teasingly. Nico takes advantage of your tilted head to attack your neck with fervor - open-mouthed kisses, sharp nips, and sucking marks decorate your skin. One hand slides up to tangle in your hair, tugging lightly, while the other maps the curves of your waist and hips possessively. "I love how responsive you are," Nico purrs in your ear, his deep voice rough with desire. "The sounds you make… driving me crazy." Overcome with need, your hands reach out to grasp at their shirts, tugging impatiently. "Please…" you whimper, not even fully aware of what you're begging for, only knowing that you need more. More of their touches, more of the delicious friction, more of everything. Kirby releases your breast with a final kittenish lick, grinning up at you wickedly. In one swift motion, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your pants and panties, yanking them down your legs. Cool air hits your heated skin, making you shiver. Nico helps guide you to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands never stopping their sensual exploration of your body. He kneels behind you, strong hands massaging your thighs as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "We've got you, baby," Nico's hands glide higher up your thighs, pushing them apart gently as Kirby settles between them. His eyes flick up to meet yours, dark with promise and barely restrained hunger. "Gonna make you feel so good," he rasps before leaning in, hot breath ghosting over your most intimate area. Nico's arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his muscular chest. His lips find your pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a vivid mark. "That's it, just relax and enjoy," he coaxes lowly in your ear, one hand splayed possessively over your stomach. Kirby doesn't hesitate, diving in to run his tongue along your slit in one long, slow stroke. He groans at your taste, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you.

Your back arches off Nico as Kirby's skilled tongue works its magic, waves of intense pleasure crashing over you. Nico holds you steady, his strong arms a comforting anchor as your world narrows to the exquisite sensations Kirby is evoking. "Oh god, yes!" you cry out, fisting your hands in the sheets. Kirby grins against you, the wet heat of his mouth never ceasing its relentless assault. He focuses on your clit, circling and flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue before suckling it gently. Two thick fingers push inside your dripping channel, curling to stroke that perfect spot within. Nico's hands roam your body, tweaking a nipple as he peppers your neck and shoulders with biting kisses. "Such a good girl, taking us so well." Kirby redoubles his efforts, determined to bring you to the heights of ecstasy. His fingers pump steadily in and out of your tight heat, curling to hit that special spot inside with each thrust. His tongue swirls around your clit, occasionally dipping down to lap at your juices. The obscene wet sounds of his ministrations fill the room, mingling with your increasingly desperate moans. Nico pinches and rolls your nipples between his fingers, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. "That's it baby, let go," he urges huskily, feeling you tremble and writhe against him. "Come undone for us." He nips at your earlobe, soothing the sting with his tongue. Your body tenses, muscles drawing taut as the coil of tension in your lower belly winds tighter and tighter. Kirby's relentless stimulation pushes you closer and closer to the edge, your inner walls fluttering around his pistoning fingers. "I'm… I'm gonna…" you gasp out, words dissolving into a wordless keen as your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your vision whites out, back bowing almost painfully as rapture consumes you. Wave after wave of pure bliss radiates out from your core, leaving you shaking and boneless in Nico and Kirby's hold. Through the haze of your orgasm, you distantly register Kirby lapping at your spasming sex, gentling you through the aftershocks. Nico's strong arms wrap around you, cradling you close as he praises you softly. "That's our girl."

As the last tremors of your intense orgasm fade, Kirby slowly withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips to clean them of your essence with a satisfied hum. He crawls up your body, pressing tender kisses to your quivering stomach, the valley between your breasts, before capturing your lips in a deep, filthy kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the flavor intimate and erotic. Breaking away, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes dark with satisfaction and renewed hunger. "You're stunning when you come undone like that," he murmurs, voice rough with desire. Behind you, Nico's hands continue their soothing caresses, one sliding up to cup your face and angle your head to the side as he spoke up. "As the winner of the night… my turn." A thrill runs through you at Nico's declaration, your spent body already stirring with renewed interest. Kirby gives you one last searing kiss before moving aside, allowing Nico to take his place between your spread thighs. The hockey player looms over you, his tall frame dwarfing your smaller one. His eyes, usually so warm and playful, now burn with an intense, predatory light as they rake over your naked form appreciatively. Slowly, deliberately, he starts to remove his own clothes, revealing inches of toned muscle and smooth skin. Your gaze is drawn to the prominent bulge tenting his boxer briefs, a testament to his arousal. Once fully bared to your view, he grips your hips, easily lifting you further onto the bed.

Nico settles himself between your thighs, the hard length of him nestled against your still-sensitive folds. He rocks his hips slowly, coating himself in your slick arousal. One large hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your kiss-swollen lower lip. "I want to see those pretty eyes on me while I make love to you," he rumbles, voice low and thick with desire. With that, he begins to push forward, the broad head of his cock breaching your entrance. He pauses, giving you a moment to adjust to his size as he stretches you deliciously. Then, with a roll of his hips, he sheathes himself fully inside your welcoming heat in one smooth thrust. A guttural groan tears from his throat at the sensation, eyes fluttering shut briefly. Your eyes lock with Nico's, pupils blown wide with lust and adoration as he fills you completely. The stretch is exquisite, bordering on too much yet somehow perfect. You feel so full, so complete with him buried deep inside you. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into the firm globes of his ass as if to pull him impossibly deeper. "Nico," you breathe out, his name a reverent prayer on your lips. Your inner walls flutter and clench around his thickness, savoring the delicious drag of his hardness against your sensitive nerves. Leaning up, you capture his lips in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue as you pour every ounce of passion into the embrace. Your nails rake down his back, leaving faint red lines in their wake as you urge him on silently. Nico matches the fervor of your kiss, plundering your mouth with his tongue as he sets a deep, powerful rhythm. Each thrust rocks your entire body, hitting that perfect spot inside you with unerring accuracy. His large hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise, holding you steady as he takes you with increasing intensity. The obscene slap of skin on skin and your escalating moans fill the room, punctuated by Nico's harsh pants and grunts of pleasure. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your jaw and throat, pausing to suck a vivid hickey into the delicate skin where your neck meets your shoulder. "Fuck, you feel incredible," he growls against your flesh, voice strained with the effort of holding back his release. "So tight, so perfect around my cock."

Lost in a haze of overwhelming sensation, you can only moan brokenly as Nico pounds into you with wild abandon. Each powerful thrust sends sparks of ecstasy shooting up your spine, stoking the fire building low in your belly once more. Your nails dig into the flexing muscles of his back, leaving crescent-shaped indents in their wake as you cling to him desperately. "Harder," you manage to gasp out between keening cries, your voice high and thready with need. "Please Nico, I need… I need…" What you need exactly eludes you, lost in the maelstrom of pleasure consuming you. All you know is that you crave more - more friction, more force, more of this man who is so perfectly wrecking you. Nico snarls in response to your plea, doubling his efforts. His hips snap forward with brutal force, driving into you so deeply it borders on painful. But the sharp edge of discomfort only heightens your pleasure, pushing you closer to the precipice. "Like that, baby?" he grits out, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. "Gonna fuck this sweet little pussy so hard, ruin you for anyone else." One hand slides between your bodies to find your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. The dual stimulation proves too much, your inner walls starting to flutter and clench erratically around his pistoning cock. "That's it, come on my cock," Nico demands hoarsely, angling his hips to grind against that special spot inside you with each thrust. Your world narrows down to the exquisite sensations radiating from where your bodies are joined, the feeling of Nico's thick length stretching you open and filling you so completely. The added stimulation of his fingers on your clit sends you hurtling towards your peak at breakneck speed. "Yes, yes, oh god yes!" you wail, back arching sharply off the bed as your second climax crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your sex clenches down rhythmically around Nico, rippling along his shaft as you come undone beneath him. Distantly, you hear him roar your name, feeling his cock pulse and twitch inside you as he finds his own release. Thick ropes of his hot seed paint your inner walls as he empties himself deep within your spasming channel.

As the final spurts of his release coat your insides, Nico collapses against you, careful not to crush you with his larger frame. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, panting heavily as aftershocks course through his body. His softening cock slips free of your tender flesh with a gush of combined fluids. After a long moment, he lifts his head to meet your gaze, eyes dark but filled with satisfaction and tenderness. "Incredible," he murmurs, voice raspy from exertion. "You're amazing, you know that?" Gently, he brushes a few damp strands of hair from your face before leaning in to capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss. It's a stark contrast to the frenzied passion of moments before, this tender exploration before Kirby started pushing him away. You return the kiss with equal gentleness, savoring the slide of Nico's lips against yours. There's a sense of intimacy, of connection, that goes beyond just physical pleasure. When he finally pulls back, you offer him a tired but contented smile. "You're not so bad yourself," you tease softly, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair affectionately. Your body feels deliciously used, muscles loose and sated. As the post-coital bliss starts to fade, a flicker of uncertainty crosses your mind. This was incredible, earth-shattering even, but what happens now? Will things be awkward between you three? Before you can dwell on it too much, you feel movement behind you and Kirby's arms wrap around your waist possessively. He nuzzles into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your racing pulse.

Nico notices the sudden shift in atmosphere, the way Kirby's touch seems to claim you anew. He senses the change in dynamics, the invisible boundaries re-establishing themselves after the intimate encounter they just shared. Though he'd grown attached to you, Nico recognizes that his role here is temporary, a fleeting dalliance. He offers you a reassuring smile, letting you know everything is alright between them despite appearances. "Hey, don't worry about us," he says quietly, reaching out to squeeze your thigh in a gesture of solidarity. "Kirby and I have our thing, and you two… well, you're perfect together." His expression turns wistful for a moment before he schools his features back to neutral. "I should probably get going," Nico adds, beginning to collect his clothes from the floor. "But thanks for tonight. That was something special." As Kirby's lips continue their exploration of your neck and shoulder, you let out a soft moan, overwhelmed by sensations of the aftermath. After a moment, you find your voice, managing to gasp out, "I want both of you… at the same time, though." Nico freezes mid-motion, his eyes widening in surprise at your bold declaration. For a beat, he simply stares at you, processing the weight of those words. Then, a slow grin spreads across his face, and he lets out a low chuckle. "Well, when you put it like that…" He trails off, shaking his head in amusement. Turning to Kirby, Nico raises an eyebrow in challenge. "Care to join me in giving her exactly what she wants, partner?" The air practically crackles with tension as the two men exchange a heated look, the unspoken promise of rough, primal sex hanging heavy between them. They move as one, shedding the rest of their clothing with urgent haste. Nico's cock springs free, already half-hard again, while Kirby's is fully erect and leaking precum.

Your heart races at the sight of the two men, their impressive erections standing at attention. A thrill of excitement courses through you, mingled with a hint of trepidation. You've never done anything like this before, but the thought of being taken by both of them, simultaneously, is almost too enticing to resist. "Yes," you breathe, spreading your legs invitingly. "I want to feel you both inside me." Nico steps forward, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock as he lines up with your entrance. "Hold her steady, Kirby," he instructs, his voice low and husky with desire. With a smooth, powerful thrust, he sinks into you, burying himself to the hilt. You cry out at the intense fullness, your body still sensitive from earlier. As soon as Nico fills you, Kirby moves to position himself behind you. He grips your hips firmly, angling you to accommodate his own throbbing erection. With a swift, decisive motion, he pushes forward, sheathing himself in your stretched, slick heat. The double penetration is almost overwhelming, your body struggling to adjust to the dual invasion. You're acutely aware of every inch of both cocks buried deep within you, the sensation bordering on pain but rapidly morphing into pleasure. "Fuck, she's so tight," Nico groans, his hands bracing on your thighs as he begins to withdraw slowly before slamming back in. Kirby sets a similar pace, his grip on your hips tightening as he starts to pound into you in earnest. The room fills with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and your high-pitched moans of ecstasy.

The dual stimulation is unlike anything you've ever experienced, the twin pressures of their cocks stretching and filling you in ways you didn't think possible. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your nerve endings, your entire body quivering with the intensity. "Oh god, yes! Just like that!" you chant, lost in the haze of sensation. Your hands reach back to grasp at Kirby's ass, urging him deeper, harder. At the same time, you lace your fingers with Nico's, using the leverage to meet his fierce, pounding rhythm. The combination of their relentless pace and the way your bodies seem to move in perfect sync has you teetering on the brink of another explosive climax. "I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum again!" you warn breathlessly, your inner walls starting to convulse around the invading cocks. Both men redouble their efforts at your warning, determined to push you over the edge. Nico leans down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, biting and sucking the sensitive bud as he drives into you with wild abandon. Behind you, Kirby matches his intensity, one hand snaking around to rub tight circles on your clit. "That's it, baby, let go," he growls in your ear, his hips snapping against yours with bruising force. "Cum for us, show us how good we make you feel." Their filthy words and the relentless assault on your senses prove too much. With a silent scream, you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clamps down hard on their pistoning cocks, rippling and squeezing as you gush around them.

Your intense orgasm triggers their own releases. With a hoarse shout, Nico hilts himself deep and pulses as he spills his hot seed directly into your spasming channel. At the same time, Kirby grunts and grinds against your ass, painting your inner walls with his own thick ropes of cum. The feeling of being filled so completely, marked so thoroughly by both men, prolongs your peak until you're trembling and gasping for air. As the last waves of pleasure recede, you collapse forward onto the bed, utterly spent and satisfied. Nico carefully eases out of you first, followed by Kirby, both men groaning at the loss. In the aftermath, the three of you lay tangled together, limbs entwined and bodies glistening with sweat. Nico is the first to stir, propping himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you with a mixture of tenderness and satisfaction. "That was incredible," he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You were amazing." Behind you, Kirby hums in agreement, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade. "Absolutely stunning," he rumbles, his arms tightening around your waist possessively. Despite the intimacy of the moment, there's a subtle shift in the atmosphere - a reminder that this arrangement, while pleasurable, is still unconventional. Nico clears his throat, sitting up fully. "Listen, I should probably take off for real this time," he says, glancing between you and Kirby.

A flicker of disappointment crosses your face at Nico's words, but you quickly school your features into a more neutral expression. Nodding in understanding, you sit up as well, untangling yourself from both men's embrace. "Of course, I understand," you say softly, reaching out to squeeze Nico's hand in gratitude and affection. "Thank you for tonight. It really was special." Kirby shifts beside you, his arm draping over your shoulders in a clear display of his own claim. "We had fun," he agrees, his tone casual even as his thumb traces idle patterns on your bare skin. "Maybe we can do this again sometime, yeah? When the mood strikes." There's no pressure in his suggestion, just a gentle invitation leaving the door open for future encounters without commitment. Nico returns your squeeze, a warm smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "The pleasure was all mine," he assures you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested in a repeat performance." He winks playfully before standing up and beginning to gather his scattered clothes. As he dresses, he glances back at you and Kirby, taking in the intimate picture you make. "Take care of yourself," he says softly, genuine fondness coloring his voice. "And don't be a stranger, yeah?" With a final nod to you both, Nico slips out of the bedroom, leaving you alone with Kirby once more. The atmosphere shifts subtly, the easy camaraderie of the threesome giving way to something more charged and personal between just the two of you.

Once the door closes behind Nico, you turn to face Kirby fully, suddenly feeling shy despite everything that just transpired. "So," you start, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "that was certainly an experience." Kirby chuckles, the sound rich and warm as he pulls you closer against his side. "It was pretty incredible," he agrees, his hand coming up to cup your cheek gently. His thumb brushes over your lower lip, the touch feather-light yet electric. "You know, I meant what I said about doing this again sometime. No pressure, of course, but I enjoy spending time with you. Like this and otherwise." His eyes search yours, a question lurking in their depths along with undisguised attraction and affection. "I love you." Your heart skips a beat at Kirby's tender declaration, a soft blush rising to your cheeks. Emotion wells up inside you, warm and sweet and slightly terrifying in its intensity. "I love you too," you whisper, leaning into his touch. "More than I ever thought possible." Impulsively, you close the distance between you, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. It's different from the heated kisses of passion from earlier - this one is softer, more meaningful. It speaks of connection, of belonging, of a bond that goes beyond physical pleasure. When you finally part, you rest your forehead against his, smiling tremulously.

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prettyflyshyguy · 4 months ago

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Hi everyone in true Shy fashion I've been violently bouncing projects, energy levels and motivation and I'm still furiously trying to get my shit together for the latter half of the year; I'm cooking up big things but in the meantime, here's something extremely silly, and extremely fun, and extremely inFAMOUS.

It's a chunk of a WIP I'm writing that I'll hopefully release a few chapters of down the line.

Zeke rolled the near empty glass in his hands, watching the liquid swirl around and bubble softly. Under the blacklight it glowed an almost putrid green, and it tasted worse than it looked, but he couldn’t resist the siren song of the Pyre Night specials. Nothing good cost under five dollars, but he wanted something to do while he waited. The bar was packed full, and he was starting to regret the choice of location. He had hoped to mingle with the locals, maybe use Cole’s good name and face to chat up some beautiful goth women, but the Devil’s Sacrament had been overrun by commoners and rabble. He glanced up from staring into the green portal that had settled in his drink as the bartender gestured at the near empty glass. Zeke slid it across the bar with one finger, sighing as he checked his watch. It was too busy, and too early, to even bother trying to attempt to flirt with the venue staff, and he’d given up hope of even trying with anyone else since setting foot on the stairs leading into the basement. He’d had to fight tooth and nail to even make it to the bar, and he was growing tired of overhearing the drabble of conversation from plastered partiers who were at best simply uncultured, and at worse hillbilly’s out of the league of the regulars of the finest establishment in all of New Marais.

“What is this music?” a man drunkenly slurred as he bumped into Zeke’s back, either apathetic or purposefully ignoring him.

“Bela Lugosi’s Dead.” the unimpressed feminine voice responded.

“Oh my god, that’s like, so sad, how did he die?”

Zeke groaned, loud and exaggerated, as he placed a few bills on the table before skulling the refilled glass. He had been waiting for over half an hour, and he was starting to get worried. Something felt off, and the artificial watermelon flavored wannabe-cruiser only made the feeling worse. Cole could handle himself, but this was supposed to be their night off. One night to party, one night to pretend things were like they had been once before. A night for themselves, before the powers, the responsibility. Before he had gone and messed everything up. Maybe Cole wasn’t coming back to meet him. Maybe he was off hanging out with Nix, or even Kuo. The conduit club, no Zeke’s allowed. That’d be right, he thought, as he considered flagging the bartender over for a third round. The eerie, somewhat festive music rumbled through the bar, and as he was lost in the swirl of green at the bottom of his near empty glass once more, Zeke didn’t notice the rhythmic buzzing coming from his short’s back pocket.

His phone rang twice before he registered it, and he fumbled as he struggled to pull it out amongst the stumbling bodies of the crowd pressing against his back. Peering at the screen, he could just make out the caller ID in the dim smoke filled room. “Oh, oh shit.” he waved away the bartender as he slid off the stool, one arm holding the phone to his ear, the other tapping people on the shoulder and carving a path for him to escape the animals that continued to pour into the already cramped bar.

“Hey Brother, where you at?” Zeke yelled over the booming sound system and rowdy crowd, “I’m starting to get worried over here. Everything ok under the church, did someone let off a firework on accident?”

He frowned as he struggled to hear Cole over the noise as he pushed his way up the stairs towards the exit and the outdoors. He could barely make out what the man was saying, but whatever it was, it hardly sounded good.

“Woah woah woah slow down brother, can you uh repeat that last part?”

As he pushed open the door, the cool evening breeze washed over him and he admired the beautiful dark purple and blue of the night sky. Taking a few steps away from the bar and out into the street, despite the footraffic and explosions of nearby fireworks, he could hear the phone much more clearly. He pushed his sunglasses up to rest on his head as he wiped his eyes, trying not to laugh at what Cole was blabbering over the phone as the line crackled. He’d done his best to insulate the mobile, but given Cole’s situation, you can’t do much to stop electromagnetism messing with things when he was near them.

“Ha Ha… Really?” Zeke grinned ear to ear as he shook his head.

“Do you look more handsome than normal?” he chuckled, “Do teenage girls suddenly find you irresistible?”

“Seriously, brother, I know I told you to get out and have some fun tonight but how many drinks have you had?” he added after a pause, “and why didn't you meet up with me first?”

He started making his way down the street back in the direction of their home base, smiling as Cole continued. “Yeah, brother those are your incisors, it is very normal if they're pointier than your other teeth.” he frowned, “Ok ok calm down, meet me at my place and Dr zeke will take a look at ya.”

“Are you sure you haven't had anything to drink?”

“Booze, Cole. I'm talking about booze.”

“OK brother, I'll Meet you there.”

Zeke hung up and slipped the phone back into his pocket as he chuckled to himself. “Hoooo… that boy is plastered.”

His smile dampened slightly as the thought returned. Plastered without him. They’d always gone out together, he always promised Trish he’d make sure Cole didn’t do anything stupid, they’d look after each other. That was then, things were different now, he supposed.

Guess being the Hero of Empire City, and now New Marais, earns you free drinks too. Guess ol’ Zeke’s only useful when thing’s go wrong. Only worth a dime when–

He cut the thought in half and attempted to distract himself with the sights and scenes of the festival as it began to truly come alive as the last embers of sunlight had faded. Something had gone wrong, that much was clear. Plenty of people might want to hurt Cole, put him in a vulnerable position, try and manipulate him, or just try and abuse his good nature. Sure a little penicillin smoothed things over last time Zeke made a grand mistake in New Marais, but things had changed. That was then, and this was now. It was out of character for Cole to flip out like this though, he recognised perhaps he had been too harsh. He’d hold the thought and see what the hell was going on once they met up. He was starting to get more worried.

No part of the south island was devoid of activity, with performers, food trucks and spectacles on every corner. By the time Zeke arrived back at the building they’d camped out on the roof of he’d picked up multiple glow stick wristbands that had been shoved into his hands, and he’d narrowly avoided a group of youths armed with silly-string. It’d taken him long enough to return by foot, and even in a compromised state, he knew Cole was faster, having no doubt ridden the power lines. As he arrived on familiar gravel atop the stairwell, he announced his presence before even confirming if his friend was even there. His tone was jovial, but he couldn’t hide the twinge of pain underpinning it. “Alright brother now I won’t judge you if you’re into some freaky shit, I mean hell, tonight’s the night for it! I just wish you’d gotten me in on the action.” He continued to speak as he rounded the corner of the stairwell access. “But Cole man c’mon, I know you’re freaking out but it's ok, you’re not a vamp- HOLY MOTHER OF BABY JESUS!!”

#inFAMOUS #inFAMOUS 2 #inFAMOUS Fesival of Blood #Festival of Blood #YEAH YOU BET I'M TAKING THIS TOO SERIOUSLY #shy talks #not art #I really need a Shy's Fanfic tag

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tgcg · 7 months ago

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an open fly walking

i didnt like this one but i thought id finally air it out since its been sat in my folders for months now

TG: hey karkat

CG: YEAH?

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TG: you ever noticed you like

TG: walk weird

CG: WOW, OKAY.

CG: HAVE *YOU* EVER NOTICED THAT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT?

TG: pff

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TG: no listen because i got my ears scoping that shit im like a scouter for dude activity

TG: ok maybe me mentioning it to you is gonna fuck up your ecosystem or something but

TG: you have the heaviest feet of the century man

CG: I DO???

TG: just thrust them straight down into the ground like youre trying to homebrew a san andreas fault

TG: viciously tamping on tectonic plates hoping for top score on the richter scale

TG: waging war against solid particles and the basic flow of gravity

TG: i could ID those footfalls out of a million i mean it

CG: SERIOUSLY?

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TG: i mean theres nothing wrong with it but

TG: yeah

CG: I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW.

TG: im not fucking with you striders honor

TG: when have i ever lied to anybody about anything

CG: NOT UNPACKING THAT QUESTION WITH YOU TODAY.

CG: BUT SHIT, HOLD ON. LET ME SEE.

TG: yeah take the umbrella go over there and just walk to me

CG: ON IT.

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TG: see you just kinda slam em straight down dude

CG: THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY RIOTOUS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE.

TG: dont your feet ache

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CG: MOOT POINT. THIS MIGHT SOUND INSANE BUT I'VE ACTUALLY HAD MY STRUT PODS FOR A WHILE. ANY KIND OF PAIN THIS WOULD'VE BEEN CAUSING WOULD BE TOTALLY FILTERED OUT OF MY SPONGE BY NOW AS BACKGROUND NOISE.

TG: damn i didnt think that through

TG: my shades

CG: ALRIGHT, GET BACK UNDER THE SHITTING UMBRELLA AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME.

TG: look ive fucked myself over here too i dont have shit to clean these with

TG: ugh

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TG: guess its karma

CG: HOLY FUCK. HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THIS BEFORE?

TG: i dunno but im gonna assume having a dad thats a literal crab monster is probably a contributing factor

TG: im guessing thats not a great role model for this kinda thing

TG: just conjecture i mean

CG: YOUR ENVY IS OVERWHELMINGLY OBVIOUS DAVE. AS A DISCLAIMER, HE WOULD'VE ABSOLUTELY KICKED YOUR ASS.

TG: yeah probably

CG: THAT'S PRETTY MUCH ALL THERE IS TO SAY ON THE MATTER.

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TG: but see bro had me stringent on feather feets

TG: i bet i could slip across a bike horn warehouse with nary a fucking toot

CG: HAHA. ASSUMING YOU DON'T MAKE A TOTAL ASS OF YOURSELF, AS PER USUAL.

CG: IF YOU WEREN'T CONSTANTLY RUNNING YOUR GASH ABOUT EVERYTHING AND BEING AN INIMITABLE CLOWN I SERIOUSLY THINK YOU COULD BE ON PAR WITH YOUR CUSTODIAN.

CG: THAT IS A MONUMENTAL "IF".

TG: well look at it this way

TG: im basically doing you all a favor by being a dumbass

TG: never gonna get caught off guard by the bozo patrol

CG: WOW. GOOD POINT.

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TG: also screw this can i use your shirt

TG: this stupid hoodie is just smudging my lenses up

TG: i cant see dick

CG: UH

CG: SURE, I GUESS.

TG: cool

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TG: so yeah i could be prowling around like a goddamn verbal assassin sniping convos left and right

TG: but no ive got the decency to go bunp in the night

CG: YEAH.

CG: IT'S DEFINITELY COMPOUNDED BY THE CONSTANT INANE RAMBLINGS.

CG: BUT

CG: IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY RELAXING, Y'KNOW? IT HAS ITS OWN RHYTHM.

TG: see yeah i sound it off and

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TG: wait really?

CG: YEAH

CG: I DON'T KNOW

CG: FUCK. HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS WITHOUT WANTING TO CRAM MY FROND DOWN MY PROTEIN CHUTE.

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CG: IT'S LIKE

CG: A SALVE FOR MY AGGRAVATION SPONGE.

CG: YOUR VOICE IS THE HUMAN EQUIVALENT OF ASPIRIN.

TG: uh damn karkat hold your hoofbeasts i was talking about the rhythm thing

CG: ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT. I'M TAKING US BOTH THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW. YOU HAVE REACHED THE BAD END OF THIS CONVERSATION.

TG: you think thatd be heroic or just

CG: IF I WAS STILL GHOSTING AROUND THE RUINS OF SGRUB'S ARCANE FRIGGIN GAME SYSTEMS, THE COMPLETE LACK OF SHIT AFOOT NOWADAYS WOULD BORE ME TO DEATH.

CG: LIKE. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME OUR THERMAL HULL LEVELLED UP, DAVE?

TG: hah

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TG: but uh

TG: i mean we had aspirin on earth

CG: NO, NUMBNUBS.

CG: I'M SAYING YOU ARE MY ASPIRIN.

TG: oh

CG: YEAH, TAKE THAT TO THE BANK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR 20-KARAT ASS.

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TG: heh

TG: well get this

TG: i will literally talk at you forever for free

TG: you got lifetime priority seating for the davealogues

TG: never gotta go to the drugstore again you can just get doped up on my dulcet tones for the rest of time

TG: take that and some of this

TG: im packin punches

CG: OW, FUCK! NO! MY MIGRAINES!

CG: SWEEPS OF VEINCLOTTING AND NERVEFRAYING DOWN THE FUCKING GAPER. BECAUSE OF YOU.

CG: YOU ASSHOLE, THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME.

CG: AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

TG: chuckle up it only gets worse from here

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CG: BE HONEST WITH ME. DID FONDLING MY SHIRT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET EVEN DO ANYTHING?

TG: barely but yknow sometimes you just gotta deal the cards youre given

TG: ill just be astigmatic for a while its cool

CG: PFF… OKAY MAN.

#davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #homestuck #comix #an open fly walking

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covenists · 11 months ago

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✦ FULL OF FAN BEHAVIOR, M. VERSTAPPEN

everybody knows that this account is full of max. from his first win to now, from his most random things to his glory time, she's always there to post his pictures. they only know her as his friend and nothing more, but who is she actually?

req: Saw your post for smau requests, maybe a Max Verstappen where people don't realise his girlfriends account is you know her official verified account. Because practically every single post is about Max. Full on fan behaviour, in the sense she was his first fan as his childhood friend, she has been there supporting him since they were kids, and now they're adults and together, but some habits doesn't change.

(bonus if the posts makes people question why she choose Max as her mans.)

2016 - 2018

verstappenight

liked by maxverstappen33, and 1,942 others

verstappenight WOOOO P1🏆🏁 congratulations to you maximus, i'm soo proud of you!

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maxverstappen33 I won't say anything about the name Maximus, but thank you 😄

danielricciardo Well deserved! 👍🙌

username look how young he is

username I love a supportive fan ^^ Plz post more of this man.

⤷ yourusername glad to be on your service, ma'am

username how old is he?

username He's so happy, he turns red.

username I usually don't trust redbull after Sebastian, but he might be my new exception🤷‍♀️

verstappenight

liked by danielricciardo, and 1,230 others

verstappenight that eyes glint with mischief. #throwbackthursday

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maxverstappen33 Oh my god, I thought I trusted you by taking this years ago

⤷ yourusername never trust anyone

username The half smile😂

username He's been pulling the red string with Red Bull from a long time ago, and look at the hat. I bet it's not a coincidence.

username how is she even managed to get this out? this looks so ancient

⤷ username It's not ancient, it's probably old, but not ancient.

danielricciardo He looks like he's planning to steal one of the cars steering wheel

⤷ username exactly! 😂😂

username if it's a throwback, how old is this pic then?

⤷ username i mean he looks way younger than him on her recent post, so just figure it.

⤷ username he always looks younger

verstappenight

liked by victoriaverstappen, and 963 others

verstappenight how is it feel to have a duplicates?

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maxverstappen33 Why are you taking the second one?

⤷ verstappenight and why are YOU posing to that one?

username Why is he looks younger and younger each time?

⤷ verstappenight i don't know, but i definitely recommend him to have a slug treatment for anti aging.

⤷ username username it's him in torro rosso, so that's why he looks more like a teenager.

username it's not even thursday yet, but i had a bad feeling for this week's throwback thursday.

verstappenight

liked by carlossainz55, and 3,573 others

verstappenight boo! happy halloween #throwbackthursday

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username what did i say, my feelings are never lying

carlossainz55 Got you! 😆🤣

⤷ maxverstappen1 If I got a heart attack next week, it'll be completely your fault

landonorris is halloween on 29 or 30?

⤷ username depends on what region you're in, i guess?

⤷ landonorris don't guess, answer.

maxverstappen1 And how are you even managed to take this?? Seriously. yourusername

username I can't believe it's actually Carlos who did this

⤷ username Yeah, but I think this is so Carlos-like behavior.

username i would do that face too if someone dressed as scream beside me

username Who is running this fanpage?

username why are you liking him so much?

⤷ yourusername because he is so nice, cool, and he looks like sid from ice age which is my favorite character.

⤷ danielricciardo we got a whole stack of characters here: first we got maximus the horse from tangled, sid from ice age, and then what? jimmy neutron?

username 😂😂😂ajajaja mira su cara!

verstappenight

liked by redbullracing, and 3,782 others

verstappenight found this on twitter and now i can't stop laughing! can't wait to send this to my family group.

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maxverstappen1 I really can't trust you with my digital footprint 🤦🏻‍♂️

⤷ verstappenight i found this on twitter alright, it's not taken by me!

⤷ maxverstappen1 Still.

⤷ carlossainz55 Ooh, someone's upset...

username who is this person behind this account?

username Why is his reaction is always looking so hilarious

username Max: 😦

username i feel him

username you sure it's not throwback thursday?

MID 2023

verstappenight

liked by charles_leclerc, and 97,182 others

verstappenight i changed throwback thursday with this questionable sense of max's fashion. hope that's alright.

photo credit via verstauri on twitter.

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username NOOOOOOOOOOOO

username #bringbackthrowbackthursday

charles_leclerc If you get rid of throwback Thursday, how am I going to tease him?

⤷ verstappenight by searching it on pinterest🤷🏻‍♀️

username Is that real or photoshopped?

username Okay, I know throwback thursday is made a long time ago since 2015 but man I really miss it sm... 💔💔

⤷ verstappenight same, but some people don't need that old max (except for charles). we need the new one because life goes on -max via my message

⤷ maxverstappen1 I don't remember saying it

⤷ verstappenight shut up

username oh cmon i know charles want it because he's in love with max

⤷ username should i be surprised?

⤷ username i mean if there's no throwback thursday, who's going to tease him with his past when she's not there

⤷ username Daniel and Lando or Y/n could...

⤷ username oh come on, i don't even know who's the person behind this account anyway, for EIGHT YEARS

⤷ username As if you've never heard of twitter, just search her username and you'll see her REAL face.

THE TWEET SHE MEANT:

verstappenight

liked by schecoperez, and 113,809 others

verstappenight guess which one is the real one

view all 462 comments

schecoperez The first one of course!😂🤣

username since when did checos ass becoming that juicy

⤷ username since he listened to daddy yankee's song on repeat

⤷ danielricciardo His actual morning routine:

username the first one because what else would he be doing if not eating omelette and seeing checo's ass in the morning

⤷ username even checo himself agrees

username I'm glad that she still post here, even though there's no throwback thursday anymore😞😔

⤷ username but i guess even though we did not have throwback thursday anymore, we still have this crack post of him😄

TWITTER, 3 DAYS AFTER THE COMMENTS ON VERSTAPPENIGHT'S DADDY POST:

maxverstappen1 added a photo to their story! 2h

ON THE OTHER HAND, HER ACTUAL IG:

yourusername

liked by maxverstappen1 and 82,147 others

yourusername good moooorniiiiinggggg from my room<3

view all 97 comments

username Thank God it's not private

username damn yall work faster than the fbi

username Anyone come here from twitter?

username Omg I've never realized max pulled this hottie ever since they were born

username THIS IS VERSTAPPENIGHT ADMIN?????

⤷ username eight years of waiting is finally getting payed off..

username why are you even choosing max to be your man when there's charles or daniel who's sexier

⤷ yourusername sometimes i don't need looks to see to be having someone like max. he's my best friend first, and i'm glad i choose him right the first place.

⤷ username Oh that's sweet...

⤷ maxverstappen1 I love you too, My biggest fan.

⤷ username I LOVE YOU TOO??????💔💔

⤷ username oh my god max is having a REAL relationship with a fan account admin

⤷ username AWOOP🚨🚔 THEIR MEDIUM LAUNCH????

yourusername

liked by maxverstappen1, and 278,903 others

yourusername nobody knows that this phone addict is once my best friend. happy birthday maximus! 🥳🤍

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landonorris happy birthday facebook dad.

maxverstappen1 I once again not going to take the Maximus name. It makes me feel like a horse from Rapunzel.

⤷ yourusername wait, you've watch tangled before?

danielricciardo Happy birthday, Big boy.

redbullracing Happy birthday to our number one champion! 🥳🥳

username awww baby maxiee🥺🥺🥺

lewishamilton Happy birthday, mate!

carlossainz55 To be honest, your real account is sometimes still kinda feels like your other one.

⤷ yourusername force of habit probably?

⤷ carlossainz55 No, it's because you're acting like Max's biggest fan everywhere.

⤷ maxverstappen1 That's probably because she is.

⤷ yourusername wipe that smug smile off your face while you're typing

username He looks the same weirdly or not

username AHA I FOUND YOU VERSTAPPENIGHT ADMIN

username i love how she just hanging to his arm like they're been a couple since god knows how long

username SHE'S SOO LUCKYYY

username i'm gonna melt

username i feel like it's a hard launch, but she have been doing this for a long time ago

sophiekumpen 🥳🥳🥳

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 How was I going to get her bad side if she's there and looking so beautifully?

👤: yourusername, verstappenight

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landonorris poetic. remember your other girlfriend's waiting

⤷ maxverstappen1 I don't remember having another one?

⤷ charles_leclerc How are you even forget about us?

yourusername awww i can't believe you tag the fan account one too!! i love you so much!!!

⤷ maxverstappen1 I love you too❤️

username #justiceforcharles #lestappenforever

username SHE'S SOOOO CUTE no wonder max pulled her

victoriaverstappen I didn't know you pulled this cutie

⤷ danielricciardo Me too until I found out yesterday at the club

username poetic max is going to be the end of me

username I really had a bad feelings of he becoming poetic and gets all over like this

username Okay, this is max's hard launch. And now I'm waiting for Y/n's

⤷ username i thought she already doing it for so many times at verstappenight? 😏🤭

yourusername

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yourusername 💌

📸: landonorris

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username PARENTS CONFIRMED???

username YESS (adopt me pls)

username is verstappenight still going to be there? let's see for the next two days...

username verstappenight nation how do we feel after this? (we can get a new max pic daily)

username i'm gonna thank lando forever for this

username With the bouquet, the dim light, and the black and white + sepia filters. What are they doin that night?

username AWWW ROMANTIC😍😍

danielricciardo They left Charles in the back that night

⤷ landonorris aww poor him. but anyway...

username how are you converting from lestappen to this one so fast?

TAGLIST @queenofmanydreams @muglermami @4limq @avengers-assemble123456 @cabbyhabs @meowtastick @4mula-1 @miarabanana @amel1ee @dinosushilun1 @auggieblogs @namgification

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thef1diary · 10 months ago

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Little Big Fan | Eight

— Little Big Allergy

Series Masterlist

wc: 3.6k

Note: I am not a medical professional, so please let me know if something is incorrect

"Don't you dare think about cancelling, you are going on that date," your best friend's voice rang out of your phone on speaker while you were choosing a dress for tonight.

You turned to look at the phone, as if your best friend was standing there, "I'm not going to cancel, I just don't know what to wear," you responded, placing another dress against your body but frowning.

"Wear that one sexy red dress you have, who knows, you might just get laid tonight."

You shuffled through your closet, finding the red dress in the back, which was expected since you didn't wear it in a long time. You held it out in front of you, "don't you think it's too revealing for the first date? Maybe I could wear this next time."

It was a backless, short garment with two straps. While the back was revealing, so was the front, which featured two cutouts around the hips and exposed a bit of cleavage due to the lack of material.

Your friend hummed, "so we're planning a second date as well huh?" You could basically hear her smirk on the other end. "Well I hope this date goes well," you reasoned, but the jittery feeling didn't go away.

"You and Max are already good friends who happen to flirt occasionally, what could go wrong?" Then after a short pause, she added, "actually no, don't answer that. Try your blue dress, I bet he'd like to see you in blue."

After almost every interaction you've had with Max, starting from the grocery store, you've told your friend everything. Which is why when she suggested wearing blue, you weren't opposed to it.

Putting your red dress back in the closet for another time, which was hopefully soon, you held a navy blue dress in your hand, examining it before holding it up against your body.

While this one, like the red dress, had two straps holding it together, it was longer, reaching a few inches past your knees and including a little slit down the side for convenience.

"Alright, this is the one," you stated and continued conversing with your friend while you changed and began doing your makeup.

"So Bella is at Tyler's?" She asked, making you nod before realizing that she couldn't see you. "Yeah, she'll be there for the weekend."

"Oh how fun!" You could hear the sarcasm in her voice and chuckled, "it's fine, she should be spending time with her dad."

"The same one who called her overdramatic? Did you seriously have to have a kid with a guy like him?" This was a conversation you've had with her many times, and you would always reply with the same answer, "we were young and immature, but Isabella is the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"She truly is, which makes me glad that she turned out like you more than him." You chuckled, "oh trust me, I am glad about that too. It would've been a nightmare if I had to see a little version of him all the time."

"So, speaking of Isabella, how are you going to tell her that you are dating someone who happens to be her favourite person in her favourite sport?"

You groaned, "I don't know, I really don't know. I can't stop thinking about it, because of what Tyler told me," you explained. "Are you still believing his words? Actually scratch that, why are you letting your ex determine your future relationship?"

"God, why do you have to ask such questions," you muttered, taking a moment to think about your response.

"I don't want to believe him, I have a feeling something else happened that day which he didn't tell me about. Plus he's not only my ex, he's the father of my child. I don't think of him as anything more than that."

"Honestly that asshole shouldn't even be considered the father of such a beautiful little girl," your friend stated, and you couldn't help but agree with her.

"Anyways, let's not talk about him, I don't want to ruin my mood before the night even starts," you comment, with your friend humming in agreement.

"You're right, let's talk about Max!" She exclaimed, making you chuckle. That's whom you ended up talking about for the remainder of the time you were getting ready.

Even though she knew all the details right from day one, she wanted another whole story time of how you and Max met, leading up to when he asked you out. Instead of opposing to repeat the story, which you don't even know how many times you've told her by now, you happily told her all the details as if it was the first time.

A few minutes after you ended the phone call with your best friend, your phone rang again which you initially thought was a call from Max. However, it was a call from an unknown number.

You answered the call, and you were met with a woman's panicking voice on the other end, "is this Isabella's mother?"

"Yes, who is this?" You asked first, calming down the inner voices that instantly thought about the worse possible scenario involving your daughter.

"I'm Emma, I don't know if you know me but I am actually at the hospital, with Isabella." You tightened your grasp on the phone, as it was close to slipping away from your hands at Emma's words.

"What happened and which hospital are you at?" You instantly began moving around your house, finding your car keys as you waited for a response.

Emma told you the address as you were leaving through the front door. "She had a severe allergic reaction, and I thought it would be best to bring her to the hospital. I am sorry for disturbing you, I wasn't able to get in touch with Tyler."

You took a deep breath in, knowing that it was bound to happen someday, even though you would rather not have it happen at all. "I'm on my way, should be there in ten minutes. Thank you for letting me know."

It would've been pointless to argue with her, especially since she was the one who informed you of the situation at hand and had the decency to take your daughter to the hospital.

You rushed into the hospital within eight minutes, a record time for you, and you might've broken a few speeding laws but it was for a good reason. It didn't take too long finding Isabella, considering she was in the ER, with a frantic woman standing nearby, whom you assumed was Emma.

As soon as she spotted you, her first words to you was another apology, "I am so, so sorry, I had no idea she had a peanut allergy." That led you towards one question, well more than one but you started off with just one, "what happened?"

She sighed, before telling you how she spent the entire day with Isabella. "One of my friends came by and dropped off some baked goods, I swear I had no idea that it had peanuts in it."

You reasoned that if you calmed her down, it would calm you down as well, because the increasing dread in your thoughts would not benefit you in any situation. You put your hands on her shoulders, "I'm not blaming you for it, you didn't know."

You looked at the doors leading to the ER, "how bad was it?" Emma hesitated before muttering words that made your heart ache, "really bad, she started swelling up everywhere and then passed out."

You tried to sit down, but the need to know her well-being caused you to walk back and forth in the hallway. Your phone buzzed in your hand, and you were about to ignore it until you recalled something really important.

"Shit!" Max was calling. Of course he was, after all he was expecting you to be home and ready for a date tonight.

"Hey, I'm standing at your front door, are you home or?" He started and awkwardly chuckled, causing you to shut your eyes, imagining how the night was expected to go. He was probably holding a bouquet of flowers, looking like an idiot standing by the door because you weren't home.

"Max, I'm so sorry, I'm actually at the hospital." There was no reason to lie, but even after telling the truth, you didn't feel any less guilty.

"What happened? Are you okay? Is Isabella okay?" His response was quick, and slightly surprising but you've known Max long enough that his kindness wasn't as shocking anymore.

"It's Isabella, allergic reaction," you briefly described, and heard some shuffling around on the other end before he asked for the address. "You don't have to come," you told him as you normally did, but he didn't agree again, saying "I want to."

You didn't argue with him, as your heart warmed at the fact that Max wanted to see Isabella himself, and stay right by your side until she was completely fine.

Quickly telling him the address as you noticed a doctor walking towards you and Emma, you hung up the call. "Which one of you is the patient's guardian?"

You stepped forward, "I'm her mother, how is she?"

"It was an anaphylactic allergic reaction, however everything is under control. We've administered epinephrine but we will be moving her to the ICU for a few hours just for observation purposes in case the symptoms are back."

You let out a sigh in relief, as did Emma. "Thank you," you nodded towards the doctor. Once they left, you sat down, the anxiousness leaving your body.

Looking at Emma, who was standing against the wall in front of you, you had another question brewing in your mind. "Where was Tyler when all this happened?" You asked, remembering that she called you only because she couldn't reach him.

"He said he had an emergency meeting come up," Emma spoke her words carefully, earning raised eyebrows from you. "He left you alone with my daughter?" You had to confirm the words you were hearing and scoffed once she nodded.

"It's not your responsibility to take of my child, it's his. You're not her guardian nor babysitter, you shouldn't have to do that." Emma shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, "it's not the first time."

"How dare he?" You muttered under your breath before standing up and stepping closer to her. "We both have epipens for situations like this, and I am assuming that since you didn't know about her allergy, Tyler didn't tell you about the epipen either?”

Emma shook her head, "no, he didn't."

His lack of attention, led Isabella right to this moment. If he had told Emma about your daughter's allergy, or even what to do when she has allergic reaction, neither of you would be this worried about her health.

Emma, having realizing the depth of the situation, sighed, "I haven't been able to get a hold of him and if it weren't for Isabella constantly talking about you and telling me your phone number to the point where I had it memorized, I wouldn't have known what to do in this situation."

You pitied the woman standing in front of you, especially as you also knew that it was not her fault. You cracked a smile, "she talks about me huh?"

"Oh yeah, she considers you the best mother in the world, and based on her stories, I agree with her."

Then, you heard Max calling your name, walking towards you in a rush. He instantly wrapped an arm around your waist as if it was an instinct, "is she okay?"

Emma stepped away, picking up her phone for another useless attempt of calling her boyfriend.

You wrapped both arms around Max, bringing him in a hug, "yeah, she's okay."

Once he pulled back, he cradled your face with his palms, "are you okay?" You smiled, and your eyes filled with unshed tears because of his question. "Much better now."

Then, Max noticed your outfit which happened to be the dress you were supposed to wear on your date. "Wow," he breathed, his gaze unwavering, taking you in.

He was also dressed up, wearing a suit with a bow tie, and you couldn't help but reach up to touch it, "cute," you commented, making him raise his brows.

"Cute?" He repeated with a questioning tone. You nodded, biting your bottom lip to prevent a smile. "Cute and handsome."

"You are beautiful," he replied, watching as you avert your eyes because his gaze was intense.

"Oh, Max, this is Emma," you decided to introduce them, and added, "she's the one who brought Isabella here."

Max raised an eyebrow in question, "I thought Isabella was with Tyler?" He asked, directed at you more than Emma.

"Well, he wasn't home when this happened, only Emma and Isabella," you stated, and Max gauged your emotions for a moment, quickly recognizing the underlying rage you had directed at your ex. Max knew you'd be discussing this later, in the safety of your own house, so he didn't ask you to elaborate.

A nurse came by, "Isabella is now conscious, and asking for her parents," they stated, along with the room number.

Emma looked at you and Max with a fond smile, before turning towards you, "I think I should get going now that you're here."

A genuine smile graced your lips, "thank you, Emma, for bringing her here and for staying with her even without him."

"Of course, she's the cutest little girl and I'm glad to get to know her." Both of you stood still for a moment, debating on whether or not you should hug her. Then, without thinking twice you initiated a hug that was easily welcomed by her.

You waited till she left your sights before looking at Max, "let's go?" You held out your hand but he shrugged, "she's asking for her parents, you should go."

You stepped forward and grabbed his hand, "you're coming with me," you decided for him. Although Max didn't pull away, he asked, "what if she doesn't want to see me?"

"Trust me, she'll be happy to see you," you convinced him and walked towards the room she was admitted in while holding each other's hand.

When you entered, Isabella's smile widened once she spotted you and Max. "Mama, Maxy!" She cheered, though quieter than usual.

A nurse stood by her side, monitoring her health and checking the IV drip inserted into your daughter's arm.

"Oh my angel, how are you?" You dropped Max's hand and walked closer to her, lightly kissing her forehead. Instead of a verbal response, she formed a thumbs up with her hand.

Then she looked at the door again, "is daddy coming too?" Isabella asked, sounding hopeful. You shook your head, "no sweetheart, daddy is not coming."

Instead of the usual deflated mood, she shrugged, "it's okay, Maxy's here." She held her arms around asking for a hug, only flinching for a moment since she forgot about the drip connected to her arm.

Max quickly stepped forward, bending over to hug her. "All good, Bella?" He asked, once he felt her arms wrap around him tighter. She nodded for a moment then shook her head against him, "it hurts," she whispered.

He brought his hand up to ruffle her hair before pulling away, "you are a very brave girl."

"Really?" She asked, and scooted over a little so Max could sit beside her. He nodded, "of course! Very brave."

She beamed, snuggling closer to him before looking at you. "Mama, come here," she patted the other side, and surprisingly the three of you were able to fit on the very small hospital bed.

A nurse was constantly in the room, checking in on Isabella's health from time to time and since there weren't any repeated symptoms of an allergic reaction, the three of you were out of the hospital in a few hours.

Max followed you in his car, and carried your sleeping daughter inside the house. Instead of taking her straight to her bedroom, he laid her down on the couch in case she wakes up and needs her mother.

It was safe to say that you were not going too far away from her any time soon.

You were in the kitchen, filling up a glass of water when he returned. He stood behind you, with his hands trailing down your sides before resting on your waist, and his chin on your shoulder. "Did I tell you how stunning you look?"

You hummed, "maybe a few times but I don't mind hearing it again."

He turned you around in his grasp, "well, you look breathtakingly beautiful."

You blushed, "you and your compliments," you chuckled. "What's wrong with it?" He asked, but you shook your head, "nothing, it's just I'll never get bored of hearing it."

He smiled, "good, because you'll be hearing at least one every day."

You tilted your head to the side, "every day? Are you sure you won't run out?" He shook his head, "not unless you keep finding ways to make me speechless."

Both of you remained in that position for a moment but then you frowned, "I'm sorry,"

"For what?" He tilted your chin up as soon as you averted your gaze away from him. "We weren't able to go on the date."

Max let out a sound in protest, "I'm pretty sure your daughter's health matters so much more than our date night. Plus the night isn't over," he added with a smile, confusing you even further.

"What does that mean?" He parted away from you and it quickly made you miss the warmth that his body provided you. "Why don't you go change into something comfortable," he suggested, almost pushing you out of the kitchen.

You weren't opposed to the idea, so you went upstairs to change after checking on your daughter. You found the most comfortable pair of sweatpants and a shirt, and removed your makeup as well.

Walking back downstairs, you saw Max waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you. He had removed his blazer and bow tie, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as well.

He held out his hand, waiting for your hand to hold his, and although you were confused, you wouldn't pass up an opportunity to hold his hand.

"It's not much, definitely not up to first date standards but we'll manage," he commented as he led you to the kitchen table where he had prepared two packets of instant noodles.

"I haven't been on a date in forever so anything you do will set my standards." You smiled when you noticed the lit candle.

"Well, then I will raise your standards next time by taking you out on a proper date." He held the chair out for you, waiting for you to sit before rounding the table and sitting down himself.

It took two minutes before Max moved his own chair right next to yours because he didn't want to sit on the opposite side. You chuckled at his antics but it was much appreciated.

"What's on your mind?" he asked once he saw you visibly thinking. You shrugged, "I don't think we should be discussing these thoughts on a first date."

"This is far from what a first date should be like, so there are no rules. I know you want to talk about what happened at the hospital," he prompted and he was spot on, so you agreed.

"I can't believe he actually left Isabella under Emma's supervision. Not that there is anything wrong with her, but it's not her responsibility!" Max nodded in agreement, "where was he?"

"In a fucking meeting," you exasperated, eating another forkful of the noodles. "It must've been very stressful for Emma," you sighed, finishing your short rant because you truly had no words for your ex's irresponsible behaviour.

Still, Max listened to every word. Once you were finished eating, he turned your chair towards him. "We can agree on the fact that he is an incompetent father."

"Yeah, I don't even know what would've happened if Emma wasn't there either. He surely wouldn't have left Bella alone right?"

Max shrugged, "hey, stop worrying about what could've happened. Bella's safe, she's okay." He placed a palm on your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion.

You nodded, "you're right." Making eye contact with him, you were quickly lost in his gaze. While it almost made you want to look away, you couldn't.

"You know," you started, wanting to divert away from the current topic. He hummed, urging you to go on.

"I don't really care for an extravagant date, all I really need is you. I'm happy with this, with us." He smiled, to the point where you could notice the creases forming at the corners.

"I'm happy with us too, but I will be taking you out on an extravagant date because you deserve it, as well as much more."

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that it would be hard to convince Max otherwise, but you could think of a few ways to try when the time comes.

"Thank you for being here with me," you added, needing him to know about your appreciation. Your words also hinted at all the moments he shared with you, and Isabella.

He seemed to understand your hint, "I'm glad to be here with you, both of you."

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mickandmusings · 3 months ago

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indifferent

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader

word count: 2.4k

summary: a year ago, the sight of jake seresin would've sent her into a flurry of tears. now, as she stares at him chatting up the bleach-blonde at the bar, all she feels is a deep hatred for the man who charmed the room with his stupid texan accent and encapsulating green eyes.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! seriously, this is actually a lot more smutty than usual for me; this is my first attempt at more serious smut so it's not good but we're trying new things!; angsty yet fluffy; exes to enemies to lovers (these two hate each other); no use of Y/N; sort of mean!jake, but not really; reader is described as wearing a skirt

based on megan moroney's 'indifferent'

As she walks into the Hard Deck, she's convinced the universe is doing everything it can to royally fuck her over.

She'd hoped for a nice night with some random but handsome Naval personnel, make him pay for drinks, give him a rather steamy and heavy make out session, and leave before it can go any further. When she enters from the beach side doors, her eyes scan the room for...Brayden? Brandon? Brian? She couldn't really remember the name attached to his Tinder profile, only remembering the beauty of a Bronco in his pictures, but he wasn't important. What was really important was the spine-chilling hate crawling up her chest as she spots the khaki-uniform-clad blonde at the bar.

Jake fucking Seresin.

Her eyes narrow, knowing her night had already soured, and it hadn't even started. She and Jake had a....history, of sorts. By history she meant deep-seeded rage and hatred for one another after a failed relationship. A year ago, she had been in a mutually exclusive relationship with the aforementioned Lieutenant Seresin, well, one she had thought had been mutually exclusive. Until she found herself worrying and fretting every time he went out with his friends. And her gut had been right, because only six months into the relationship she'd had the dreaded 'hey girl, is this your man?' message sitting in her Instagram DM. When he came home that night and had denied it all, vehemently, she might add, it had escalated to a screaming match and her storming out of the house. From that moment on, she hadn't even bothered to check-in on what he was doing in his life. She hated Jake Seresin, and as much as she told herself she was indifferent to what he was doing with the bleach-blonde giggling next to him at the bar, she knew her skin itched to ruin his night.

Instead, she decided to be the bigger person. In her direct line of vision, she found an empty table in the corner and made her way towards it. She had passed the bar successfully, and she was merely inches away from taking her claim on the seat when his southern accent tumbles into her ears.

"Didn't expect to see you here, darlin'."

Fuck me now.

She takes a deep breath before turning around meeting his tall figure. He hadn't changed, still muscular and broad, big green eyes and well-kept blonde hair. She rolls her eyes, tapping her nails against the table nonchalantly. She didn't care about him, and she would not fall victim to his charms-never again.

"What do you want, Seresin?"

His eyes widen, a shit-eating grin creeping on his face as he raises his hands in mock surrender.

"Damn, sweetheart, I'm just sayin' hello."

"Yeah I bet. Hey, Jake. Now, you better scurry back to your girl at the bar before she gets scooped up by one of your little Navy buddies."

He looks back at Coyote's girlfriend he had been casually catching up with, certainly not flirting, but if it riled up the girl in front of him, well, then he'd play into it. Jake shrugs, sliding his hands into his pockets.

"Not too worried about it, not really interested."

Yeah, I bet.

"So what do you want with me? Because you're not here to play catch up, Seresin."

Jake takes a good look at her, she's obviously here for a date. Her outfit is casual enough for the bar, but accents her curves enough to attract some appeal. Even enough to make his own pants feel tight. Whoever she was here with was one damn lucky man, no matter how jealousy burned at Jake's chest.

"You look good tonight."

She audibly scoffs, rolling her eyes at the compliment.

"If you're here to grovel about what happened, save it. You should've done that a year ago."

Jake bristles, annoyed. Their blow-up fight had been a simple case of misunderstanding. He hadn't been flirting with the girl at the bar that night, he'd been helping her escape a creep who had been following her around the bar. He had to admit, the photo had been a little...compromising, when taken out of context. She'd never even given him a chance to explain himself before blowing it out of the water. They'd both yelled at one another, not bothering to hear either side of the other's statements. She left full of shaking anger, and he hadn't seen her since, until now.

"Maybe I could've groveled if you would've listened to me for two damn minutes."

She swings her head around, her own feelings bristling as she raises her voice.

"Listen to you?! The evidence was pretty damn convincing, Jake!"

He breathes deeply, cutting his green eyes to Phoenix standing at the pool table. The brunette lifts a brow in his direction. Jake knows this is going to escalate quickly, both of their tempers flaring, and for the sake of not ruining his reputation in front of his coworkers, he grips her arm and takes her outside to the parking lot.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Get your hands off of me!"

As they approach the spot where his truck is parked, he lets go of her and she crosses her arms.

"You're yellin' at me like some kind of crazy in there. My teammates are in there-"

"Oh! God forbid the great Hangman is embarrassed in front of his friends."

She's angry, flaring with an annoyance so great she's blind to what she's saying. Jake, a man known for his ego, seems to flare in the same manner. His voice is biting when he speaks.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it!"

"I swear to God, you must get off on the idea of pissing me off!"

They're loud, yelling over one another about trivial things-her being here on a date, him flirting at the bar with another girl, stupid things that didn't amount to much, but nearly anything could fuel the fire between them. Both were still ridiculously attracted to one another, despite everything, and their feelings ran deep. Jake's face is red-between the heat of California and his searing annoyance, he had begun to work up a sweat. Not to mention how incredibly hot she looked when she was pissed. Their voices could not get any louder at one another, spouting off any detail they could think of. Finally, it draws to a head when she spits out her next sentence, her tone biting.

"You know, I fucking hate you, Jake Seresin."

Jake chuckles dryly, no humor lacing his tone.

"That's a harsh claim comin' from the girl givin' me fuck me eyes."

She recoils, crossing her arms over her chest. She knows he's right, despite her annoyance with him, she knows there's still a fire between them, one she tries to swallow despite her blood burning and her heart racing.

"You wish, asshole."

"Yeah, I do."

His response shocks her, his tone softer than before, but his eyes nearly predatory. He can feel his usual roomy uniform grow tight, his jaw clenched tightly. Her eyes dart between his own as they glimmer in the moonlight, and she finds herself unable to find a retort. No worries, Jake's voice oozes with charm and seduction.

"What? Cat got your tongue all of a sudden, darlin'? You sure were all talk only a few seconds ago."

"Y-You don't mean that."

Her voice comes out small and unsure, her throat feeling dry and her entire being throbbing with the tingle of desire.

"Don't mean what?"

He comes closer, eyes never falling from her own, his calloused hands coming around her hips. He almost expects her to flinch out of his touch, but she lets him hold her against his own hips. She can see and feel the evidence of his own arousal, the usual light color of his eyes dark with lust.

"You think I'd lie about wantin' you? You're a damn fool if you think that, I've thought about you since the night you ran out my door."

She stills, her heart racing as she manages to form a thought.

"Y-You cheated on me, I'm not falling for this."

She goes to turn from his hold, but his grip on her hips is tight.

"No."

His voice is firm, demanding.

"That ain't what happened. You just never gave me a second to explain it. So I'm gonna talk, and you're gonna listen, got it?"

His voice was serious, but he was never intimidating or scary. Jake might be an asshole, but he'd never lay a hand on her, not like that.

"I wasn't flirtin' with that girl, never did, not once. That girl asked me to help her, and whoever sent you pictures of us got it all out of context. I might be a dick but I wouldn't do that to you, and I thought you knew that."

She looks at him, conflicted between wanting to jump his bones or punch him square in the jaw. She settles on simply asking a question.

"So why did you never try to call me? O-Or text me to explain?"

"Would you have listened?"

She already knew the answer to that.

"No."

He raises an eyebrow, nodding his head in a knowing look. Both halves of the couple are quiet for a minute, not knowing where to go from here. She's the first to break the silence.

"So, what does this mean?"

Jake shrugs.

"Nothin' if you don't want it to. But if you want me like I want you right now, I'd be okay with that, too."

The heat-filled tension is almost palpable, both of their chests heaving with barely contained want. Jake wants nothing more than to throw her over his shoulder and take her in the backseat of his truck, but this isn't his decision. It's hers-she has to decide if he's what she wants.

She cocks her head to the side before looking back up at him.

"And if I do want you like you want me?"

He feels himself twitch in his godforsaken uniform.

"Then you say the word and I'll make you forget whatever little shit you came here to meet."

In all honesty, she already had forgotten about...Bryson? Fuck, she really couldn't remember the poor guy's name.

"I swear to God, Seresin, if you don't touch me I'll lose my fucking mind."

Jake grins, pulling her flush against him.

"Well we can't have that can we, darlin'?"

His lips meet her own with little warning, a frenzy of clashing teeth and fumbling hands. Jake's hands meet on her back dangerously low, before he's placing his palms flat on her ass, pulling her up and her legs wrap around his waist. Her body flames at even the smallest stimulation, and when his hard-on meets her core, she lets out a provocative moan. Jake is going blind with an unbridled, insatiable want, and he wants-no-needs her, now.

"Baby," he grunts as her hips roll into his own. "You gotta stop that or I'm gonna take you right here in this goddamn parkin' lot."

She pulls back from his gaze, giving him a look as she breathes heavily, her lips plump from his fervor.

"When have we ever been above fucking in your back seat?"

Jake shakes his head and slams open the back door of his truck, wasting zero time tossing her lightly against the leather seats. Once, not so long ago, she would've given him shit for his ridiculous truck, but in this moment, with nothing but pure lust in her eyes, she was thankful for his spacious back seats and tinted windows. He slams the door behind him, and effectively clicks the lock attached to his keys before tossing them into the passenger side seat, his hands now free to grasp the supple flesh of her bottom. His lips return to the open plain of her neck, and she sighs, knowing he was headed towards the sweet spot in the junction of her neck and jaw. He finds it within seconds, and she chokes on a gasp. Her hands find purchase in his blonde locks, a lot less soft from the gel, but still comfortable. Jake groans against her collarbone from the sensation alone, his hips subconsciously thrusting to meet against her own. His lips travel down to the exposed top of her chest before he pulls back, tossing his uniform top and undershirt, dog tags dangling down to brush against her skin. He looks down at her with his hands grasping her hips.

"You sure about this?"

She nods, she'd never been more sure.

"I need your words, baby."

God, this man was going to kill her.

"Yeah, I'm sure, Jake."

In one swift move, he's yanking down the skirt on her hips, her undergarments with it. His knee separates her legs, leaving her completely exposed to his eyes alone. He shakes his head and tuts, smiling the infamous Hangman grin.

"As beautiful as the day I lost 'er."

He darts back down between her legs before beginning to ravish her completely. The next long stretch of time is spent with both of them completely lost in one another. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the air, mingling with cries of pleasure, mangled gasps, and the whispers of each other's names. By the time they both fall against one another after their heights, they're panting and sweating, completely sated and exhausted. The air is quiet, only their heavy breaths between them. Jake is the first to speak after a bout of nothingness.

"Who were you here to meet with anyhow? Hard Deck doesn't seem like somewhere you'd come for shits and giggles."

She takes a breath, rolling over to lie on his chest, tucking her head under his chin as his large hand grips her hip, pulling her closer.

"Met some guy on Tinder. Brayden? Bryson? I don't remember, just saw a really nice Bronco in his pictures. Seemed cute enough for a casual Friday night."

Jake's eyes widen, he moves his head to his hand, propping himself up to look down at her.

"Bradley, maybe?"

She shrugs.

"Yeah, maybe, why?"

"He got a mustache, lots of funky patterned shirts?"

She furrows her brow, wondering how he knew.

"Yeah, why?"

Jake groans as he lays back down, running a hand over his face. She giggles, leaning up to prop her head on his chest.

"What?"

Jake grins.

"I can't believe I was about to lose you to Bradshaw of all people."

She listens to him chuckle, but she doesn't return the action. She shakes her head, pushing blonde hair out of his face.

"You won't lose me, not again."

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arc-misadventures · 28 days ago

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I'm Too Expensive For You

Coco: Jaune?

Jaune: Yes?

Coco: How much do you think I cost?

Jaune: First off you're expensive, that's a given...

Coco: Naturally of course.

Jaune: But, what is the context about all of this? Because, if this is about what I think it is, I'm going to be very upset.

Coco: Do you seriously think I'd ask how much I would charge if I was a hooker?!

Coco: I was going to ask how much a I'd cost as a, Mistress.

Jaune: A: That's the same fucking thing. B: A lot.

Coco: so, how much would you pay to have sex with me?

Jaune: Do I seriously have to answer that...?

Coco: Because, Cardin tried to 'buy' me, so I'm curious how much I'm worth.

Jaune: Oh so that's why, Cardin was wedged into a tree...

Jaune: Haa... A pair of boots.

Coco: ...

Coco: You seriously think you could buy me... with a pair of boots...?

Jaune: If they were these boots I bet you would.

Coco: ...

Coco: Well that's not fair; I'm your wife you don't have to buy me for sex. Just ask, and I'm up for a tumble. Or, where something stylish, you know how that get my motor going.

Jaune: See it's expensive, because it's either a really attractive outfit, or...?!

Jaune: Wait... 'Your wife?' Coco, you're not my wife, because I gave you a pair of boots.

Coco: Why not?! Those boots can totally be used for a marriage proposal! So, give me the boots, Mr. Adel!

Jaune: Okay, Missy! You do not get the boots as a marriage proposal, that's what the engagement ring I got you is for! And, you are taking my last name, Mrs. Arc!

Coco: ...

Coco: Y-You got an engagement ring...?

Jaune: Yeah. Yeah I did.

Coco: So... y-you're going to ask me... t-to marry you...?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Yes.

Coco: If I say yes... does that mean I'll eventually get those boots...?

Jaune: I'll give you the boots if you take my last name...?

Coco: ...

Coco: Coco Adel Arc...? Hmmm... It does roll of the tongue~!

Jaune: So then, Mrs. Coco Adel Arc, do you want the boots, or the ring first. Because, you get the shoes first!

Coco: W-Why not the ring?!

Jaune: Because... Nora swiped it... And, she won't tell me where it... Coco...? Coco, why is, Gianduja in it's weapon form!?

Coco: That bitch stole my wedding ring! I'm gonna get my ring, and my man so help me Gods!!!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Fuck she is so hot...

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whenlilyfallsinlove · 5 months ago

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i know you

eli moskowitz x reader... (y/n) is basically jess in gilmore girls.. ive been obsessed with cobra kai lately

"what the fuck are you doing?"

"excuse me?"

you don't think you have ever felt as angry as you have done today. finding out that one of your best friends, that you just so happened to be in love with, had changed completely as a person was one thing. finding out he tried to beat up the third member of your little trio was another.

so you did what you had to, you always felt the need to go out the way to protect eli and demetri. you didn't think it would end up being from each other.

approximately half an hour earlier:

"(y/n)." demetri's face flooded your screen, as you were sprawled across your bed. calls were usually a common thing between the two of you now eli was distant.

"demetri.. hey! you okay?" you respond, taking note of his face.

"no." he says, in a deadpan tone.

"umm why? what happened?"

"eli happened."

of course. ever since your best friend since age 6 joined cobra kai, he had felt like a whole new person. he even gave himself a new name for goodness sake! you and demetri both knew it wasn't the real him. you'd known him for too long. that being said - this new persona didn't stop him avoiding you both.

"what did.. what did he do?" you look into your phone camera, worry evident on your face.

"he tried to beat me up! i was at the mall with sam and robby.. and i went to the comic book store.. and he was there. wasn't happy with my yelp review and tried to fight me."

"what the hell." your eyes widen slightly. rage soaring through your veins. what was he playing at? putting on a front to show off to his friends. why didn't he remember who his real friends were?

"i know.. i just can't believe he would do it. we were friends with him!"

"i know.. are you sure you're okay?" you ask, concerned.

"i'm fine.. robby and sam helped fight them off it just.. caught me by surprise."

"i bet it did.. look i'll ring you later, okay? i just need to take care of something."

demetri knew you all too well.

"don't do something you'll regret." he says.

"i won't."

now here you were, shouting at someone that was supposed to be your best friend. the boy you have had a crush on for so many years.

"don't 'excuse me'. you know what you did." you scoff, walking closer to him. you had decided to wait until he had finished karate to talk, it seemed appropriate.

"oh yeah? and what's that?" eli looked at you, his tone cocky.

"you tried to beat up demetri! what are you doing?" you question, looking at him in disgust.

"he shouldn't have put up that yelp review." he scowls.

"oh who cares about a stupid review! he's supposed to be one of your best friends." you say, angrily.

"not anymore. i'm not friends with pussies."

"what the hell is your problem? what.. you gonna ditch us just because we don't want to beat people up like you do?" your voice raises slightly, causing eli's scowl to falter.

"I told you, i'm not friends with weak people." he says.

"are you kidding? seriously! who was the one that used to fight your bullies in elementary? me! who was your first friend? demetri!"

"we're not kids anymore. people change. friendships change. it's not my fault you guys aren't strong enough for this." eli says, looking away from you, his demeanour crumbling.

"you're not like that either. you're putting on an act!" you exclaim.

"an act? the fuck? this is me now, accept it." he shouts.

"what's going on with you?!"

"nothing.. im fine." he says, his eyes searching your face.

"i know you. i know you better than anyone! this isn't you."

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean! starting fights with demetri.. ditching us for those idiots.. being so violent. why are you being so violent?" you ask, looking him in the eye.

the pleading in your voice makes his face soften slightly. you always had a way of getting to him. i mean, of course you did, he'd always had a massive crush on you.

"just tell me what's up with you! i care about you. why are you being like this?" you beg.

eli struggles to get his words out. he wanted to reach out, he wanted to hug you. he wanted to go back to yours and watch doctor who with you and demetri. but he coudln't.

"you don't.. you don't know me anymore." he forces out.

your face falls and eli swears he could feel his heart break.

"fine. don't expect me to wait for you anymore." and with that you turn and walk away, a small part of you hoping he stops you.

he doesn't.

he wants to, he really does. but that's not him anymore.

he watches you walking off with a pained expression, knowing hes fucked up. he just can't bring himself to stop you.

#x reader #fanfic #angst #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x you #cobra kai x y/n #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz x you #eli moskowitz x y/n #hawk #hawk x reader

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wh1msic4lwasab1 · 8 months ago

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"𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫"˚ ₊‧꒰ა $ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

synopsis: after losing a bet in the casino a day prior, your boyfriends gamble against you was for his girlfriend to show up with him the next day in a sultry, but fun outfit ;)

tags: semi-public, oral, pet names (bunny), vulgar, explicit

wrd cnt: 600+

a/n: i wasn’t even a huge aventurine fan before this but lord this was fun to write

Aventurine, your boyfriend, stood before you, his piercing eyes gleaming with anticipation. He was dressed to impress, his tailored suit accentuating his chiseled features. You, on the other hand, were clad in a bunny costume, complete with fluffy ears, a cotton ball tail, and a revealing corset. It was his request, and you had reluctantly agreed, knowing it you’d be a swindler for all eternity if you didn’t complete your end of the bet.

The casino was bustling with people, just like the day before. The sound of clinking glasses, chatter, and the constant hum of slot machines creating a cacophony of noise. You had chosen a relatively secluded spot, nestled between two rows of slot machines, but it was still very much in public. The thrill of being caught added to the excitement, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest.

"Get on your knees, loser," Aventurine chuckled, his voice low and husky, as he ran his fingers through your hair, sending shivers down your spine.

You nodded, her eyes locked on his, as she dropped to her knees. The cold, hard floor beneath you was a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin, but you didn't care. You were here to make good on your word, and plus, it was all too ridiculous to take seriously.

Aventurine's eyes never left yours as he unzipped his pants, revealing his already-hard cock. "Go on, bunny," he whispered, his voice laced with desire.

You obliged, fingers wrapping around his shaft as you began to stroke him. You played with his tip, slapping it down on your tongue while looking at him as he played on the slots, flushing money down the drain as if it was worthless.

You kissed down his length, teasing him just a while longer before uour mouth enveloped his cock, taking him deep into your throat. Aventurine's eyes fluttered closed, a soft groan escaping his lips as you worked your magic.

"Fuck, you're so good at this," he whispered, his voice trembling with pleasure. "You're a dirty little whore, aren't you? Yeah…now keep going.”

You hummed in response, the vibration of your lips sending shivers down his spine. His hips began to buck, his cock pistoning in and out of your mouth as he chased his release, while trying to stay as neutral as possible as people constantly walked by.

The sound of clinking glasses and laughter from the nearby bar grew louder, but you didn't care. You were lost in their own little bubble of desire, where nothing else mattered.

As Aventurine's orgasm approached, he pulled out of your mouth, his chest heaving with excitement. "I'm going to come all over your face, mkay’ bunny?," he whispered, his eyes blazing with intensity.

You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation.

With a few swift strokes, Aventurine came, his load splashing across your face, dripping down your chin and onto your corset. Your closed her eyes, feeling a rush of arousal flow down into your cunt, wishing he’d just let you ride him where he sat; and he probably would if he was just a little drunk and had no problem with getting you two arrested.

As you opened her eyes, she saw Aventurine's gaze locked on your, his eyes burning with desire. "Shall we make another bet?"

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

#jo’s posts #hsr smut #hsr aventurine #aventurine x y/n #aventurine #aventurine smut #aventurine x reader #bunny suit

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endless-ineffabilities · 3 months ago

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Double-Edged Seduction (a Chemical Override minishot)

Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader

a/n: as requested! Set in the current chem ov timeline.

series masterlist ▪︎ main masterlist

The reader's top secret campaign is officially launched.

Matty

"So? How's the missus?" Max, Fabien's brother, asks as Matt rejoins the table.

The brothers and Matthew decided to meet up at a bar in the Soho area of London. As with every reunion, the conversation inevitably turned to their current romantic interests.

Matt had excused himself and walked out back when you called, unable to suppress the grin spreading across his face. That same smile still lingers as he takes his seat. Max and Fabien exchange knowing glances, clearly noticing the impact you have on him.

"Look at the lad's face. He's smitten to bits, isn't he?" Max teases, nudging Fabien to join him. Fabien merely shakes his head with a smirk, taking a long drag of his beer - he knows it's not all cut and dry, not when Ewan's in the picture.

Oblivious to the underlying tension, Max continues, "I've met her at your party, right? She's the new actress in your show?"

Matt leans forward, eager to chime in, "Yeah, she's new, but there's no shortage of talent there. She's already outshining me in our scenes!"

"Oh, I'll bet. Let's see now, hold on." Max pulls out his phone. "I'm not too familiar with her other stuff. Let me look at her IMDB or something." Then he gets to clicking, typing in your name on the search engine.

"Are you seriously Googling her?" Fabien laughs dryly. "You've met her a couple of times!"

"Yeah, yeah," Max waves him off, "just making sure that our boy Matty here is all set."

Matty? Or Ewan? Fabien thinks, but he keeps it to himself. No need to drag his brother into the drama. As it stands, the nosy guy's gonna find out eventually.

Max hums and ahs as he scrolls through your relatively brief filmography. But when he returns to the search results, he notices a series of headlines. They all seem to cover the same news: your latest Agent Provocateur campaign has just been released.

“Oh? Oh... Oh!” Max exclaims, his cheeks flushing red as he lowers his phone. “I don’t think I’m supposed to be seeing this,” he jokes with a sheepish grin.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Fabien laughs, but it quickly fades when Max shows him the news headline.

"Hey, now," Matt says, "if this is about my girl then I should be the one to see this."

And he does. Heat runs through Matt's body, and it isn't due to the alcohol. No, you are something far more intoxicating. He clicks on one sultry photo after another, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen. "Oh, fuck me," he mumbles weakly.

"Oh, god, his face!" Fabien exclaims. "Mate, you are so gone."

"Well, shit." Matt hands the phone back, then says in a lighthearted tone, "Don't look at that anymore. Those aren't for you."

Max raises both hands in surrender, amused.

A hush falls over the lads, which breaks when Fabien lowers his head in a fit of suppressed giggles. "Your face, Matthew!"

Matt chuckles heartily, mirroring Fabien. "Fuck, can you blame me?"

Ewan

"Hello to all, I am Josh Horowitz, here interviewing two upcoming stars of the next big franchise... well, it will be a global sensation, I'm saying it now. Jenna Ortega and Ewan Mitchell!"

Jenna and Ewan both turn to the camera, displaying grateful smiles.

"We're so happy to be here, Josh," Jenna says.

"Well, thank you for being here," Josh replies. "Ewan, how was the flight from across the pond? Do you miss it already or does LA have your heart now?"

"Flight was all good." Ewan nods, smiling. "Yeah, and I mean, LA is great, it's lovely out here for sure. But my heart remains back home, I have to say."

Donna, his publicist, stands tense behind the camera, hoping that he doesn't making any revelations regarding his lovelife. They don't need another talking-to about the conditions of his contract, especially after that whole Instagram fiasco.

Josh asks several routine questions about the upcoming film - the production process, the locations for filming, the costumes. Ewan does well, his answers full of depth, evidencing the dedicated actor that he is.

But Donna wishes he would just smile more in Jenna's direction. This is meant to be a taster of their budding relationship - what fans will look back on and deem the initial flirty stages.

Ewan is, without a shadow of a doubt, a great actor. Fantastic. A star all-around. Donna knows this well - it's the reason why she chose to represent him in the first place. But man does he suck at PR.

Josh then asks a series of rapid fire questions to test their friendship.

Where did they first meet? The director's office in LA.

When is the other's birthday? Neither gets it right, but not for lack of trying.

"Well, I'm a Libra," Jenna says, "and you're a... "

"Pisces?" Ewan answers, unsure of himself. "At least I think so. I've been told that I do act like a true Pisces."

"Oh?" Josh responds. "And Pisces and Libra... are those compatible signs?"

"I think so," Jenna glances at Ewan with a smile. "I hope so!"

"You tell me," Ewan shrugs good-naturedly. "I'm not a big astrology guy, but you know, it seems interesting."

"Okay," Josh moves on. "Last text you sent each other?"

"Oh, wow," Jenna exhales.

"I don't know, let me check," Ewan says, quickly pulling out his phone, and Jenna follows suit. "Maybe something about this interview..." he trails off, distracted by a new notification - a message from Phia that starts with SOS.

What the hell? His mind races. He glances around the room, making sure no one noticed the flicker of concern on his face, before tapping the notification to open the message.

SOS! Our girl is so damn delish!! I don't know how you can ever handle it 😫

Ewan scrolls down, and his entire body stiffens. He is overwhelmed by a mix of surprise and disbelief, yet his face remains a stony mask as he processes what he's seeing. There's a lot to take in - your figure tastefully showcased in delicate lingerie, every curve accentuated with an air of elegance and seduction. His eyes hungrily flick over the images, as he tries so hard to remain composed.

So what if this franchise basically sets up his entire career? So what if he's already signed every contract that ties him to it? And who cares if a Hollywood mogul destroys his image?

Ewan needs you.

He is also, almost certifiably, going mad.

Get it together. He tells himself.

"Ewan? Ewan?" Josh's voice cuts through, snapping him out of blissful momentary delirium. "Care to share with the class?"

"Oh, he's so out of it," Jenna laughs. "What did you find? I looked through and our last message was about this interview."

"Oh, was it now?" Josh chides. "Or did Jenna send anything particularly interesting?

"What, me? I'm the worst texter ever," Jenna replies, shaking her head. "My messages are so plain and boring."

"Oh, sorry, that was nothing." Ewan says, managing an unaffected laugh. "I just got distracted by an Oasis headine. Are you guys going to see their show this year?" He masterfully switches the subject, but his mind lingers on images of your bare skin in lace and silk and...

He crosses his legs, stretches his neck, smiles and nods at whatever the others are saying. Anything to quell that familiar grawing tension in his trousers.

Not now. He prays. Not here.

If that happens... he is well and truly fucked.

Some notes in the margins...

If anyone's got any ideas on a name for the Ewan/Jenna film, I'm all ears. Also - on Ewan's elf character name? I call him Elfmond but I think that might be too telling... hehe.

Cold showers for Mitchell in LA. A lot of cold showers.

And for Matty? 😏🤷🏻‍♀️

#chemical override #ewan mitchell #ewan mitchell x reader #ewan mitchell imagine #matt smith #matt smith x reader #matt smith imagine #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader

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bunny-1111 · 13 days ago

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Wooooo Theo requests are opennnnnn

Could we have some jealous Theo pls?

Ofc you can... jealous Theo, here we go.

Word count: 1.8k

warning: swearing, aggressive behaviour, sexual innuendo

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likes, comments and reblogs highly appreciated <3

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It was unusual for you to intentionally piss Theo off, yes, you loved to tease him from time to time, but Theodore Nott has always been a hot-headed assassin if you push him far enough.

That brings you to today, more specifically, one hour and three minutes ago, when Professor Snape entrusted your class to choose partners for an upcoming assignment.

Of course, as usual, you had made your way to Theo to get started. To your complete surprise, your teddy was already settled and started with none other than Daphne Greengrass.

The problem with Greengrass was that she and Theodore were both house Prefects together, and their corridor patrol had already been a tense conversation topic during your last argument.

She kept him from you. Yes, it was mandatory, but respecting your girlfriend's boundaries should also be compulsory, you recall stating. He kissed your forehead and muttered something about you being overdramatic.

So you suck your teeth and tap him on the shoulder, his body turning to you with such imperturbable composure that it was almost as if you were interrupting.

"Work together?" you smiled, your lips too tight

His hand had gestured back to Daphne. "I can't, Greengrass bet you to it, darling", he explained, letting out an almost nervous chuckle.

You took a moment to scan the scene; we're playing this game, sure, game on.

"Really?" You questioned, your voice a little higher than usual, only to be met with a nod, so you smiled once more before leaving him with a quick peck on his cheek.

That brings you to now, watching them from a distance, the quill in your hand threatening to snap from the grip you held.

"Oh, come on, working with me can't be that bad, can it?" Lorenzo joked, gently insinuating to let go of your death grip before ink exploded everywhere

"No Enzo, it's not, just plotting for murder" you sigh, nudging your head in Theo's direction

"don't go all dark on us common folk, kid" he laughed

"Oh, I'm not. The rest of you are safe... for now," you joke back

"But seriously, Enz" you continue, throwing your hand in their direction.

"Yeah, well, I'd say bring it up tonight, but your boy's got patrol tonight too. He told us he can't come for a late-night fly, you see," rambled Enzo, now joining your stare towards Theo and Daphne.

"He does?" you beam

"He does." Enzo states

You nod as your face reflects a plan coming into your mind, a taste of his own medicine

"Oh no, I don't like that look." warns Enzo

"I don't know what you're referring to?" you practically sing

"What's more, I don't like that tone in you're the voice," he says, moving slightly away from you.

"Have I ever told you how much I appreciate our friendship, Enz?" You almost pout

"Nope, no, don't start this", he complains

"How about for two hundred galleons?" you pry

"Ok, what're we doing" he smiles.

By the time dinner rolled around, you had made an undeniable choice not to sit next to Theodore. Instead, you nestled between Blaise and Lorenzo, moving in closer to Enzo than comfortable. Laughing a little too loud at his jokes, holding eye contact for a second too long.

You observed Theo's demeanour across from you. His fork clattered against his plate, his appetite visibly waning. Across the table, his dark eyes narrowed, flicking between you and Lorenzo.

It was working, and you would finish with a bang.

When Lorenzo reached out of his pocket a small piece of parchment and passed it into your hand without shame. Taking the paper you open it, smile and nod his way.

By instinct, Theodore's hand shot over the table to examine the note for himself, but you were a step ahead, moving it just out of his reach, before shoving it in your own pocket.

"Passing notes to your best friend, girl, huh, Enz?" Theos tone ice cold

"For our assignment in Snape's class, ain't that right?" Enzo smiled playfully, knocking his shoulder into your own

"Right, Snapes class" you reply

"ah shit, I slept in this morning. Who'd I get paired up with?" complained Mattheo

"Don't stress, Riddle. We get to pick; it's whoever you'd like," you explain, your eyes not leaving a now agitated Theo.

By the end of dinner, you’d had enough fun—almost. As you stood to leave, Theo caught your arm.

“Come by tonight?” His voice was low, almost hesitant.

You smiled, sharp. “I can’t, things to do. You’ve got patrol, remember? Have fun.” turning on your heels, leaving him strained.

Theodore almost constantly got his way, but this, this had to be dealt with; what the fuck was your problem and what the fuck were you up to.

Late into the night, Theodore walked cooly through the dungeons, Daphne beside him; as they walked, Daphne rambled on about Merlin knows, but Theodore didn't hear a word. He heard quick, shuffled footsteps around the corner; assuming it was some trouble-making third years, he quickened his pace.

As he approaches closer, he finally spots a shadow, as he squints his eyes he thinks he can make the shape out to be a girl

"Hey, stop right there!" he calls out, his voice echoing back in the quite of the night

Turning around you prepare to shrug your shoulders or run, depending on his reaction

"Alright, caught me fair and square, Officer Nott," you say mockingly holding your hands up

"Baby? The fuck are you doing, do you know what time it is?" he rushes brows furrowed, hand reaching for your face, he almost feels the need to examine you for injury, you're never out this late.

"I'm just fine, you won't write me up for this, will you," you grin taking a step away from him "Hi Daphne," you say as she comes around the corner

Before Theodore could reply or get an answer from you loud footsteps are heard again, this time not coming from you

"Are you with someone" he spills out, his voice sharp, accusatory

Opening your mouth to answer, before you could get a word out Lorenzo appears from the corner behind you

"You ready?" Enzo calls out to you then turns to Theo. "Hey mate, patrol kicking your ass or what?" he laughs walking to your side

"No, but I'll be kicking your ass if you don't explain to me why the fuck you're meeting my girlfriend at half past one in the morning?" Theo practically growled

"We're going to the astronomy tower, if you'll excuse us" you explain brows raised, attempting to walk off with Enzo, before Lornezo and yourself could walk all but four steps, Theos extending his rough hand to Enzos chest, halting any movenmt

"I don't think so, Daphne if you wouldn't mind walking Mr Berkshire here to his dorm, make sure he gets to bed" Theo demands, stalking closer. "I'll handle trouble of here myself" His eyes darkening as his hand finds your back immediately ushering you away before Daphne can even agree.

Theodore took you down a long hallway, out of sight before pressing you against a wall "The fuck kind of game are you playing with me, you think this shits gonna slide with me?" he mumbles as his hand slides up the wall behind you

"I was just seeing a friend, we were gonna work on Snapes project" you protest

"Yeah not on my fucking watch you're not" his voice now raised

"We're trying to sleep here!" A portrait from above calls out

"See don't want to upset the paintings now do we, I'll be going" you smile foot in front of the other, before you feel a pull forcing you back in your place, Theodore fingers gripping you by the loop of your jeans

"you got a real knack for pissing me off, y'know that," he says, his lips inches away from yours, his voice low

"feelings mutual, Nott" you mutter

Before you can protest anymore, his lips come crashing down onto yours, heavy, rough, possessive. You try to wrap your arms around him only to be met with his hands tight-gripped on each side of your hips, like he is trying to anchor himself. He was literally putting you in your place as his lips left yours too quickly

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath ragged.

"Let me make something clear, try to get it through your thick, fucking, skull", he spat, his finger gently digging into your temple

"I'm not spending tonight with Greengrass by choice alright, I know why your doing this shit, you have nothing to worry about, don't give me a damn reason to question you" he rants

"I-" you interject

"No, I'm talking." he interrupts

"I don't share whats mine, you're mine" he continues his tone so sharp, it wasn't up for question, all you could do was nod

"So now you're gonna say sorry, Theodore and then we're gonna go to my dorm, so when you get to Snapes class tomorrow, you'll be limping" he orders

"I'm sorry" you say almost too quickly hoping the two words would be enough to get you to his dorm as soon as possible

"Good girl, I'm sorry too, for not making things with Daphne clearer, we belong to each other you and me" he says as his hand rubs up and down your arm

You nod once again in agreement

"Now what the fuck to do about Enzo" he laughs, cracking his knuckles as if to prepare

"No! I paid him to do this, I knew you'd be on shift, I knew you'd catch us" you ramble out

The confession makes Theo stop dead in his tracks

"You what?"

"I didn't know what else to do" you admit

"How much did he take?" he almost smiles

"300" you mutter

"that cheap git" he spits out

"Alright" he mutters picking you up throwing you over his shoulder

"Hey!" you yelp out

"Shut it!" a portrait from above called out

Ignoring the crowd above completely, Theo picks up his pace. "So this time, you can't run away", he says, tightening his grip on your thigh.

Let's just say the next morning in Snape's class, partners were swapped very quickly, Theodore insisting Lorenzo and Daphne were stationed on the opposite side of class; coincidence? Highly unlikely.

woohoo jealous teddy put me in my place next

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talaok · 8 months ago

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Okay so I’m thinking Pedro x Actress!reader where another famous guy/actor says in an interview that he has a crush on us which makes Pedro a bit jealous and then we all end up at the same event - maybe Pedro gets abit angsty with him but he’s super loving and affectionate toward us…

warnings: jelousy

a/n: it goes without saying that i apologize for the wait babe, i really loved this request

It wasn't that he hated him, it was just that if anything were to happen to him he wouldn't be the one to cry, that's all...

and maybe he'd thought about punching that smug look off his face once... or twice... or every time the thought of him came up.

But it still wasn't hate

Hate is a strong word, and Pedro wasn't not one to throw it around easily, he was all for peace and love and everything but this guy... this guy was really pushing the limits

And what the actual fuck was he even doing here tonight?

"You're staring"

Your soft, amused voice pulled him out of his own thoughts, his eyes sliding to you

"I just don't get why he's here"

You stifled a laugh as you answered "The same reason why we are baby"

"he's not even nominated" he grumbled,

"neither am I" You smiled, placing your hand on his cheek, feeling his soft scruff graze your palm "It's not a big deal babe, he probably said my name just because it was the first one that popped into his mind" you shook your head "I bet it's not even true"

Yeah right

He would have believed that if you were anybody else, but you... fuck- it didn't take him even a second to fall in love and you expected him to believe that that guy didn't have a crush on you? He would have sooner begun believing that Mark Zuckerberg was one of those lizard guys.

You were everything anyone could have ever dreamed of, you were funny, so incredibly smart it made him feel like a fifth grader in comparison, and god you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen

he knew what you did to men, he knew what you did to men because that's exactly what you did to him,

and he didn't even mind that much, he'd never been the jealous type, but the problem with Shawn wasn't that he liked you (because he clearly did), but it was that he had the audacity, the smugness to fucking say it out loud, to admit it in front of a camera for anyone to see, like the woman he was talking about didn't have a husband, like he wasn't her fucking husband.

"I saw him look at you before"

This time, you did let out a little snort

"what, how dares he?" you mocked him, laughing again as his face remained completely unamused "It's your big night babe, don't let this silly little thing ruin it, please"

But just then, just when he was finally starting to let go a little, the focus of all of his loathing appeared beside you

"I'm sorry to interrupt-"

Then fucking don't

"I just wanted to introduce myself"

Shawn's eyes were only on you, as if he didn't even exist, as if your hands hadn't been on his cheeks but a moment prior

"I'm Shawn," he said, offering his hand to you "I'm... well, I'm a really big fan" he ended with a soft laugh, smiling in that charming way that surely made women all woozy

"Hi Shawn, it's a pleasure to meet you-"

As you shook his hand, Pedro was closing his into fists

This fucking guy-

"Hi pal"

Pedro's voice didn't sound even a little bit not completely pissed off

"I'm Pedro," he said "her husband"

The flicker of amusement that sparked behind his eyes made Pedro seriously ponder whether or not a little punch was that bad of an idea

"Oh, I didn't know you were married"

Andrew's eyes were back to you, and god it was taking all of Pedro not to grab him and throw him to the other side of the room

Just the fact that he was looking your way seemed too much,

How dare he look at you, at his beautiful wife, at the love of his life?

It felt wrong, it was wrong, and it was making him furious

"I'm sure you didn't" Pedro grunted, taking a slow step closer to him "Shawn right?" he asked, even though he knew much too well who he was "What exactly are you doing here?" Pedro's eyes narrowed, his head tilting "I didn't notice your name in any of the nominations"

"baby" your soft warning was met with a soft smile from him, one that faded into a stoic/murderous gaze as soon as your husband's eyes were back on the man before him

"I'm just asking a question sweetheart, that's all"

Shawn seemed to accept Pedro's challenge in the blink of an eye

"I'm here with a friend, he's the one that got the nom"

Pedro nodded slowly, "ah. Right," he said, his hand going to your back and drawing gentle circles on it

He didn't miss the way Shawn followed the movement

"And why exactly are you talking to my wife Shawn?"

Now that, that seemed to take him aback a little, but he recovered quickly

"What?" he laughed "is no one allowed to talk to your wife without your permission or something?"

"Oh absolutely not, my wife can talk to whomever she wishes," Pedro spoke "I'm just not very fond of her talking to men that have openly admitted to liking her" he shrugged as if his eyes and voice weren't yelling murder

You, in the meantime, were busy looking for the fastest way out of this place

"You've seen the video," Shawn said more like a statement

"I sure did" Your husband nodded "I especially liked the part where you described her as your "dream woman""

Shawn sighed loudly, shaking his head

"listen, man-"

"No, you listen, man" Pedro interrupted him "How 'bout you get the fuck away from me and my wife, mh?" he said more like a threat "How bout that?"

Shawn let out a loud breath before responding

"whatever man" he sighed, his eyes moving to you "It was nice to meet you y/n, maybe we can meet another time..." he glanced to the man on your right "when the guard dog isn't around"

"yeah" Pedro scoffed "Go fuck yourself, buddy"

You both stared at his back as he walked away, but after no more than two seconds, you couldn't help but let your lips pull into the smile you'd been holding this whole time

"that was a bit harsh"

Pedro only grinned as he brought you flash against him with his hands on your waist

"Like you haven't done worse" he smirked

Yeah... while Pedro wasn't usually jealous, you were... let's just say you were not exactly on the same wavelength

"you looked ready to kill him" you chuckled, wrapping your arms behind his neck

"mh" he hummed, ghosting your mouth "Who says I wasn't" he teased, his lips crashing with yours in a long, deep kiss that Pedro absolutely didn't wish for Shawn to be witnessing

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