#and that’s the part I get shy about. the fuck

[mirohlayo]

MY PRETTY BOY

pairing: fool!student!lando x uni!student!reader

warning: none, fluff, and fluffff

university smau, where Lando is completely smitten with his girlfriend who tends to be a bit of a bully to him, but in a funny way (also let's pretend oscar and lily are friends with both reader and lando in this one)

note : i love uni/highschool student lando idk why

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yourusername: coffee, beautiful girl, studies

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landonorris: this beautiful girl looks exactly like my beautiful girlfriend 😍

⤷ yourusername: impressive, she must be so cool and amazing then

⤷ landonorris: her boyfriend too

yourbff: got the smartest bff, i'm a lucky one

⤷ yourusername: gonna get that degree for both of us don't worry 🤞

friend1: you look the happiest in this !!

⤷ landonorris: thanks to who ? 😁

⤷ yourusername: thanks to this absolutely scrumptious delicious cinnamon roll in my hand

⤷ landonorris: i HATE you

friend2: study date when babe ?

⤷ yourusername: as soon as see you, which means tomorrow

⤷ friend2: can't wait then omg

⤷ landonorris: and me ? ☹️

⤷ yourusername: no

lilyzneimer: girl help me, oscar is going insane cause lando keep crying about the fact you bully him in the comments

⤷ yourusername: ahw, i love my lando ❤️

⤷ landonorris: O.M.F.G baby i love you too i'm so in love with you ❤️

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landonorris: i'm the one 4 u, y/n ❤️

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yourusername: caption is embarrassing but thanks i guess

⤷ landonorris: oh 😀

maxfewtrell: the last pic mate, do you do weddings ??

⤷ landonorris: ... only for those who will actually end up getting married 😁

⤷ pietra.pilao: ??

⤷ yourusername: dw babe he's not acting like a good boy lately

⤷ landonorris: call me that again 🤤

⤷ yourusername: wtf-

oscarpiastri: i need to expose you mate but you're an horrible golf player

⤷ landonorris: it's not me it's the fucking BALL

friend1: why does y/n seems more interested in the sunset than you ??

⤷ landonorris: she's just shy on pictures but do not doubt her love for me ❤️

⤷ yourusername: doubt it please 🙏

⤷ landonorris: oh well i love you too baby 😀

friend2: we need to go karting together again man !!

⤷ landonorris: sure !

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yourusername: got my little campus joker studying 📚

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landonorris: i preferred the part where i was able to kiss you

⤷ yourusername: lando you can't say that

landonorris: guys it's bullshit i wasn't even studying, i just missed her ☹️

⤷ yourusername: that's why you almost hit me when i interrupted you in your concentrate state

⤷ landonorris: ... don't expose me like that

yourbff: you guys are the cutest i'm in love with your relationship

⤷ landonorris: i'm in love with her too

⤷ yourusername: you're cute

⤷ landonorris: omg she called me cute guys i'm sobbing 🥹

friend3: wow so lando study on instagram now that's an interesting way... to learn things

⤷ yourusername: i tried to expose him but guess he didn't even notice it

⤷ landonorris: i just noticed it BABYI SWEAR WHEN I'LL CATCH YOU

⤷ yourusername: love you sweetheart

⤷ landonorris: ahww nevermind i love you too angel 😘

pietra.pilao: my smart girl 💕

⤷ yourusername: 💗

maxfewtrell: ain't no way you got lando studying he would rather lose a race than study

⤷ yourusername: guess he values me that much to get into studying

⤷ landonorris: yes love i do

⤷ yourusername: uh did not ask ??

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landonorris: guess who scored himself a date 💐

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yourusername: you said that like i'm not already ur girlfriend

⤷ landonorris: you called yourself my girlfriend oh my 😍

yourusername: you almost choked me on the third pic

⤷ landonorris: oh you liked it so 😏

⤷ yourusername: i'm blocking you

⤷ landonorris: wait- NO BABY I'M KIDDING don't block me pretty girl

pietra.pilao: Y/n is gorgeous 💗

⤷ landonorris: she's mine, too bad for you

maxfewtrell: man you gotta fight for your girl AND for your own rights 😭

⤷ landonorris: I KNOW RIGHT i can't even publicly show my love and devotion to my girl

⤷ yourusername: maybe try harder ��‍♀️

⤷ landonorris: i think I'm hallucinating guys did you read the same thing as me ?

friend1: oh mate you're smitten

⤷ landonorris: i am and I'm not complaining at all

oscarpiastri: lily saw your post and now i had to plan something for us too. good job man 😐

⤷ landonorris: osc, don't be so pessimistic, you should thank me for this opportunity i gave you

⤷ oscarpiastri: how could i top your date mate ?

⤷ landonorris: i know i planned a perfect date, but don't worry you can still try as hard as me 🙂‍↕️

⤷ yourusername: he just gave me flowers and... that's pretty much all

⤷ landonorris: WHAT stop lying i invited you to that chic restaurant you wanted to try for ages

⤷ yourusername: i know babe just messing up with you, you're perfect ❤️

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yourusername: even though i bully you (and that you'll never be as smart as me), i love you with all of my heart, my pretty boy. It has always been you and i'll always be proud of you, no matter what ❤️

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landonorris: angel, i love you so much it hurts

landonorris: i'm the luckiest and happiest man in the world with you

⤷ yourusername: I'M the luckiest and happiest girl in the world 😚

landonorris: she's all mine guys don't be so jealous

⤷ yourbff: she was mine before you but you two are cute together so i'll leave you for this time

yourbff: my adopted children 🥺

⤷ yourusername: mum we miss youuu

⤷ landonorris: uh no i only miss YOU baby

lilyzneimer: the cutest couple of the campus

⤷ yourusername: not as cute as you and osc

⤷ oscarpiastri: osc ?? lando must be a fan of me cuz it looks like i'm his favorite topic of conversation

⤷ yourusername: he is for sure

⤷ landonorris: stop spreading true rumors

maxfewtrell: still can't believe lando pull a girl like you, seriously

⤷ landonorris: i'm taking this personally, very offensing of you max

friend4: the karting pic ahww

⤷ yourusername: the only times he doesn't let me win 🙄

⤷ landonorris: sorry baby but i'll let you win next time since i love you so much 🧡

[luvergirl-866]

something like love

part - 8

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count - 7.0k

c/w - angst, language

a/n - i am so sorry for the wait you guys, but i’m so happy to finally be putting this chap out!! i hope yall enjoy 😈

When Paige wakes up before the sun rises, she knows something is wrong.

Ever since she was a little girl, Paige has been a sleeper. While the other kids were fighting off naps, she was begging for them. While the other kids began bothering their parents during the early hours of the morning, she would be konked out until noon if her dad let her.

And then she met Azzi. Became her friend. Had their first sleepover.

And ever since that morning so long ago, when Azzi had shyly jostled her awake so they could get breakfast, Paige will not wake up early unless it’s Azzi doing the waking.

But this morning, it’s silent—eerily so. The AC is humming and there’s traffic noises from outside, but something’s missing. In Paige’s half-sleep state, it takes her a moment to realize what exactly it is: the absence of Azzi bustling around, getting ready for the day, calling room service to ask about breakfast options.

Paige cracks her eyes open, to find they feel dry. Shit, did she sleep with her contacts in?

No—she didn’t. She took them out as soon as they got back last night.

As soon as they got back. Tipsy and flirty. Paige, still too aware of the feelings brewing uncomfortably in her belly, asking if they should drink some more, just the two of them. Azzi, reaching into her pocket with a sly smile and pulling out a joint. Paige, thinking she looked so fucking beautiful, moonlit and blowing out smoke from between her lips. Azzi, confessing things, Paige, asking for more. Azzi, shy and giggly—

Paige, giving in to her urges. Letting the marijuana in her system cloud any rational thought she could have. Pressing their lips together and going lower, lower, down between Azzi’s thighs, watching in awe or wonder or reverence as she bared herself completely. Like she trusted Paige. Like Paige deserved it.

Carefully, almost as if afraid, Paige glances around the dark room. She’s on the edge of the bed, facing the window. Senses suddenly overflowing with something acutely familiar, Paige can picture the girl on the bed next to her, almost knows exactly how she’s laying without even seeing her yet.

Deep breath. Don’t get sick, Paige. Be normal.

Roll over. Onto her back, at first, to stare at the ceiling, and then, finally, onto her side.

And there she is. Lying on her back, the sheets bundled around her waist, one arm over her face while the other spreads out to Paige’s side of the bed—Azzi is breathtaking like this.

Breathtaking, and beautiful, and vulnerable. Oh-so vulnerable, while Paige lays beside her, fully clothed. No part of her bare, because she was unwilling to show herself to Azzi last night. She wonders why, now. She doesn’t really have to.

Cautiously, Paige reaches a hand out, brushing a strand of hair from Azzi’s face almost instinctively. Azzi doesn’t stir, and it emboldens her to move her hand lower, fingers tracing delicately over her jawline, down the line of her neck, to her collarbones. It’s only when Azzi does stir that Paige pulls away, reluctantly, because she’s not sure if she’ll get to see Azzi again like this.

And it’s that thought—the thought of Azzi waking up, naked beside a clothed Paige, angry and hurt—that scares her out of bed, ambling quietly over to her suitcase and throwing on a pair of running clothes. She glances furtively at Azzi while she gets dressed, but not once does she wake up, and Paige doesn’t know whether it’s relief or bitter disappointment she feels when she leaves the room without having words with the younger girl.

Paige comes to a stop outside the hotel, Google mapping a running route, and while she’s at it her fingers move of their own accord, navigating to her messages and then to Azzi’s contact. But as she stares at the screen, she can’t find anything to say. Seeing that their last text thread was from last night, she scrolls up to read it:

azziiii where’d u go

u been in the bathroom too long

shoulda let me come w you

for real we’re abt to play a drinking game come back

i’ve been gone for like five minutes paige

the line to the bathroom was long

u guys in the living room??

yeah

bro it was definitely longer than 5 mins

not letting u out of my sight again fr 🙄

ok drama queen

just missed me that much huh?

yeah and what

missed my girl

ok p chill

i’m omw

hell yeah we’re up

The conversation ends there, and Paige distinctly remembers it, how Azzi had left to use the restroom and Paige had sat there, talking to old friends and boring strangers, not even pretending to laugh at their jokes while she waited anxiously for Azzi to come back. And how when she did, she took a mental snapshot of Azzi’s smile when they saw each other, her dimples lighting up the entire room.

The memory, unlike all the alcohol-hazy ones from last night, is vivid. Too much so. Paige shakes out her limbs, stuffs her airpods in her ears and her phone in her pocket, and runs.

She hates running. With her heart and soul, she hates it. If ever she needs to take her mind off of bad things, she goes for a run, because almost nothing could be worse than the feeling of her feet hitting pavement, her chest hurting, her side seizing.

Today, it doesn’t work. Even with music pounding through her earbuds, memories come back to her in crushing tidal waves: Azzi sat on her lap on the couch, Paige’s hands on her ass, Azzi’s lips on her neck. The two of them pressed close together when they migrated to the kitchen, Paige wrapped around her from behind, listening to Azzi talk to a few other students. She remembers how at one point some guy had approached them while they were snuggled up on the couch and asked Azzi for her snap; remembers how she’d practically snarled at the guy telling him to go the fuck away, Azzi teasing her about it afterwards and asking, What if I had been interested? but there was a satisfied smile on her face when Paige only pulled her in closer, as if she’d known exactly the reaction she’d elicit.

She remembers the way they’d held hands in the Uber, and all the way up to their hotel room.

And maybe it was inevitable, their only option, really, to end up the way they did—Azzi spread out naked on a hotel bed and Paige situated between her legs, licking her clean after she came.

Paige doesn’t know why she asked for a second time. Even in her slightly cross-faded, pussy drunk haze, Paige recognized that it might be because this is the only chance she’d get. Because fucking your best friend once is a simple mistake, something the two of them can laugh about later, even. Fucking your best friend twice is a slippery slope.

Azzi had given her another one, even though she was surely overstimulated and tired. Paige never wanted to stop tasting her, but once they were done, Azzi whimpering above her, she got this strange feeling—a need for affection, maybe even comfort? Like she not only wanted sex and fun but also some emotions attached to it, too.

Paige shakes her head, tries to survey her surroundings, tries to enjoy the view of mothers walking their babies, friends going to early trips at the mall, people commuting to work. But with each pound of her feet, something new hits her and it feels like getting smacked in the face.

As Paige crawled back up to Azzi, as they whispered sleepily to each other, Paige didn’t acknowledge the heat between her own legs, didn’t think about how the fact that she wanted affection from a hookup is somehow a larger revelation to her than the fact that she and Azzi just fucked, and she of course didn’t allow it when Azzi offered to return the favor.

She could never ask that of her. So she lulled her asleep instead, holding onto her like she’s afraid she’d disappear—and maybe she was. She wouldn’t have blamed her.

The truth is, Paige thinks that this was a long time coming. Maybe she knew it when they were fourteen and fifteen and slept on each other on the flight home from USA basketball, after a few weeks of knowing each other. Maybe she knew when Azzi’s family invited her to the state fair for the first time and Paige won Azzi a prize before they held hands on the Ferris Wheel. Maybe she knew when she spent the entire summer at Azzi’s house, and they spent nights tracing shapes and hidden letters into each other’s skin, trying and failing to guess what the other was saying. Once, Azzi had written something longer than usual, and when Paige had been unable to guess, she’d begged for Azzi to tell her what she’d said. But Azzi had stubbornly shook her head, told her that was against the rules.

When it came Paige’s turn, she lifted Azzi’s shirt and traced three words into the skin of Azzi’s back. Azzi had always been good at this game, and so there was a long pause afterward, and Paige thought maybe something real was about to happen, but then Azzi had simply rolled over and said, “No idea.”

Paige didn’t believe her then. Doesn’t believe it even now.

If she’s being honest with herself (and she’s never been very good at that) things between them have always been electric, charged by small moments between them, things that always went unacknowledged because both of them were too scared to bring this sacred little thing they had out into the open.

Paige stops to catch her breath, a little lightheaded, clutching her sides in pain. Running has nothing to do with the ache that’s overtaken her or the way she’s finding it hard to breathe.

The sun is up now, and she walks off the sidewalk into the little park she’s stopped at, heading over to a large oak tree in the middle which will hopefully provide some solace from the morning heat. She wipes at her brow, and the shade helps, but her palms are sweaty, back of her neck still hot, and it might be from the memories of last night, the taste she swears is still lingering on her tongue.

It’s not long before her phone buzzes and she knows it’s Azzi before she even checks. She’s always been good at that—sensing when it’s her best friend on the other end of the line. It’s a blessing and today it’s a curse, because she’s nowhere near ready to face the hurricane of emotions wreaking havoc on her mind. She takes a few deep breaths after the phone buzzes, putting it off, afraid of what she will find: an angry message, how dare you; a heartbroken one, why’d you do this to me; the truth, you’re a bad friend, maybe even a bad person.

With one last steadying breath and trembling fingers, she pulls up the message, only to find four words, so non-threatening they’re almost vulnerable: Hey, where’d you go?

She should be relieved, but her heart sort of sinks a little more at that. She deserves the anger, doesn’t she? The heartbreak, the truth?

Leaning against the tree, letting the rough bark bite into her skin, Paige checks the time and types out a reply. Went for a run, I’ll head back now

But she won’t head back now. She needs some more time. So, she deletes the message and tries again. Just went out, want me to grab u some breakfast??

The answer will be no; Azzi is picky about her breakfast, will only eat a certain few foods and never store bought.

So, sighing, Paige sends a simple: Went for a run. Be back by eleven. And before Azzi can reply, she turns her phone on silent, shoves it into her pocket.

She wonders what Azzi is feeling now. If its anything similar to Paige’s train of thought, or more likely, worse: that maybe this was all a mistake, that they can’t continue to be friends like this, that last night was real and that’s really fucking scary.

If Azzi just woke, she’ll be needing more time to think things over. So, jogging back over to the sidewalk, Paige starts running again, further away from the hotel. Further away from Azzi.

—————————————

When Paige steps into their hotel room, her shoulders are tensed, breath held as she waits for confrontation. But with a quick glance around the room, she realizes she can put this off a little longer—the bathroom door is closed, running water coming from inside. She sighs, shoulders relaxing, and closes the door as quietly as she can.

But it must not be quiet enough. Because a moment later, the faucet turns off, and then there’s a set of slow footsteps approaching the door. Paige tenses all over again, watching in what probably looks like terror when the bathroom door opens and there’s Azzi, in a hoodie and sweatpants, braids tied back, eyes and nose a devastating shade of red.

“Hey,” Paige starts, a softly as her strained voice will allow, but to her surprise, Azzi gives a firm shake of her head.

“No,” she says simply, sniffling, looking Paige up and down. “Get in the shower. We check out soon.”

“I…I know,” Paige stammers, caught off guard by the way Azzi looks both heartbroken and angry. But, of course, she shouldn’t be. Not after what she did to her last night. Taking a tentative step forward, Paige tries to meet Azzi’s eyes. “Az, listen. I’m sorry about—“

“Stop,” Azzi hisses, stepping out of the bathroom, closer to Paige. “I don’t want to hear it. Not—not fucking now.”

Paige opens her mouth, but Azzi holds her hand up, swollen eyes flashing. “Get ready. We’ll leave once you’re done.”

Everything good and stupid in Paige tells her to fall to her knees, beg for forgiveness, take whatever anger Azzi has to give about last night. And maybe, a few years ago, she would’ve. But she’s never seen Azzi like this, and that alone raises enough alarm bells in her head to do exactly what she tells her to do, hanging her head as she sidesteps her into the bathroom, turning the shower on to cold to try and ease the burning behind her eyes, in her throat.

Leaning against the shower wall, Paige rubs a hand over her face, and wishes she were anybody else.

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It’s one hour into the drive home that Azzi speaks to her—really speaks to her—for the first time all day. And when she does, it’s so unexpected that Paige flinches hard enough to jerk the car aside.

“Let’s go to the park, first. So we can talk.”

Once Paige has righted the car, she risks a glance over at Azzi to try to get an idea of what’s going through her head, but her face is turned away, gazing out the window.

Turning back to the road, Paige doesn’t respond. She just drives.

It’s a hot day but once they pull into the park an hour later, the basketball court is empty, and she’s barely stopped the car before Azzi’s getting out. She goes to the backseat and grabs one of the balls Paige keeps there.

“Az,” Paige says, unbuckling.

Azzi looks at her and slams the door shut. Paige watches her walk away through the window before getting out and following her.

It’s clear at this point that talking won’t get Paige anywhere, which is okay and also not: she’s bad with heartfelt stuff, anything too touchy-feely—it makes her uncomfortable; but talking is also what she does best. She’s never been one to stand in awkward silence or take it when she’s told to shut up, because she always has something to say and it’s why Azzi often affectionately refers to her as ‘my yapper’.

There’s nothing affectionate in the way Azzi looks at her now, nothing soft in those doe eyes, nothing sweet in the dimples borne of a scowl. Paige doesn’t know what to do with this version of Azzi.

After a moment, Azzi starts dribbling the ball, and the mere sound is enough to get Paige kneeling a little bit, body reacting before her mind can, ready for a game. But Azzi doesn’t pass to her. “You wanna play?” she asks tentatively.

Azzi stares at her for a moment, then slowly shakes her head. She drops the ball and it rolls a few feet away from them. “No. Not really.”

Paige nods. Shoves her hands in her pockets, then takes them out.

It’s a torturously long stretch of silence before Azzi says, “What are we doing, Paige?”

Paige looks at her best friend, but she finds she can’t really look her in the eye, and she hates that, so she looks at the asphalt underneath her instead.

“And don’t say we’re pretending,” Azzi continues when Paige opens her mouth to say just that, “because last night—that wasn’t pretend.”

The odd thing is her tone lilts up a little at the end, as if she’s asking a question rather than making a statement. But maybe that’s not odd because Paige wonders, too.

Trying to recall everything she thought about during the long ride here, Paige glances up, takes a small step towards Azzi. “I’m sorry.” She tries to sound both casual and heartfelt, but instead it comes out all raspy and choked, and she cannot cry right now. “For this whole trip, this whole thing—I shouldn’t have asked you to do this for me.”

Azzi inhales like she’s going to interrupt. Now, it’s Paige’s turn to stop her. “Just, let me, okay?”

Azzi’s brows are furrowed, but she nods.

Almost immediately, Paige regrets saying anything. It’s now, with Azzi staring at her expectantly, that she realizes she has nothing to say. She has been thinking about it nonstop, all day, and still she doesn’t understand everything going through her mind—the guilt, the fear, the feelings.

She decides it’s safest to start with the guilt. “I need to say I’m sorry. About last night…” she fumbles, tries her hardest to right herself, “I shouldn’t have asked you to do this for me. Shoulda treated you better, instead of taking out my shit with my mom on you. And I shouldn’t have let things get so…real.”

Azzi doesn’t react much. Her stance doesn’t change, expression doesn’t really waver. Eventually she steps forward, so they’re an arms-length away from each other. “Paige,” she says.

Paige shuffles from one foot to the other. “Yeah?”

“You’re sorry,” she reiterates, and Paige nods, a little confused. Fuck, she’s really never been good with words. “You’re sorry for—last night?”

Something inside her wants to correct Azzi, tell her if she could go back and do last night over, she wouldn’t change it, and she doesn’t think she’s ever had to act when it comes to loving her best friend. But she doesn’t say that, instead opting for something less weighted, more trivial—“And for asking you to pretend to love me.”

Azzi’s stare is flat for another second before her eyes widen, and she turns around, pushing her hands into to her hair and shaking her head. And Paige can’t see her but it almost sounds like she’s…laughing?

“Azzi,” Paige mutters.

Azzi turns on her, then, and there is a smile on her face but it’s bitter, nothing humorous in it. “I can’t believe you.”

It’s Paige’s turn to stare. “What?”

“Paige,” Azzi says slowly. Then again, “Paige. You left me this morning. You fucked me last night and then you left me to wake up alone and you couldn’t even look me in the eye all day and now, what? Now you’re fucking—“ two steps forward, and then she’s jabbing an accusatory finger into Paige’s chest, “apologizing about last night? About everything? Like it was all a mistake?”

Paige can’t help but take a step back, heart racing. “I don’t…I mean, exactly. We’re all weird now—honestly we have been since the first week we started pretending—and I don’t want us to be like that. I hate this, Az. I just wanna be normal again.”

Azzi takes a step toward her. “Have we ever been normal?”

That gives Paige pause. Hands, legs, intertwined; fingers creeping under shirts while they lay together at night; stealing glances when they think the other isn’t looking. All things Paige never let herself think about too hard, because it made her nervous, jumpy. And now, after so many years of buildup has finally come crashing down on both of them, they have no choice but to talk about it.

She has nothing to say.

When she’s met with silence, Azzi scoffs. “Even now, you’re too fucking stubborn to admit it.”

“What?” Paige nearly whispers. “I’m not being stubborn,” and she’s really not, “I just—things were good, between us. You’re my best friend and I’m trying to apologize for—for the way I’ve been acting, for being distant and…and rude, and for being a shitty friend and complicating things and—“

“I don’t care!” Azzi screeches, and it startles Paige into silence. “God, Paige, you are so fucking stupid sometimes. Did you ever stop to think about why I dropped everything and came to Montana for you? Why I let you kiss me and look at me and fucking go down on me last night?”

Paige opens her mouth, closes it, and something curls in her tummy, this coiling in her gut warning her of how dangerously close they’re getting to everything she wants to leave unsaid. “I don’t—“

“Of course not,” Azzi scoffs, and Paige hates the anger in her tone. “I should’ve known. Because you’re only ever thinking about yourself. Making sure everything you do aligns with your little moral compass to make you feel good about yourself—well, guess what, Paige? You did fuck up this time.”

Paige steps forward, trying to wrap her mind around anything else other than the way Azzi’s looking at her like she hates her. “I know, I know,” she says, pleading.

Azzi stands her ground when she says, “You left this morning.”

Paige nods, understanding now. “I know.”

“Why?”

“Because I needed—time to think.”

“And, until just now, you didn’t realize that might make me upset? Waking up alone after last night?”

Paige watches her, and seeing the way her eyes get shiny makes her own throat constrict. “I guess, no, but I—things were going to be awkward, and I felt bad, and I was scared.” She finally admits it, the fear, and it doesn’t do much to loosen the knot in her throat. “I thought it was a—a mistake.”

“Well I didn’t think last night was a mistake, Paige,” Azzi says lowly.

And it’s then—just then, seeing the way the tears threaten to fall but don’t, trapped behind the words she wants to say but can’t—that realization dawns on Paige. And it’s enough to make her chest constrict because, no, it can’t be true.

Still, like watching a car crash, Paige can’t bring herself to stop looking. “Why?” she whispers, already knowing the answer.

When Azzi looks up at her with a quivering bottom lip and nothing left in her eyes but heartbreak, it’s all the confirmation she needs.

Paige stumbles back, and Azzi lifts an arm like she’s going to reach out, but drops it helplessly as the first tear tracks down her face. “I thought—maybe, you knew. I thought you knew and you were acting the way you have been because—“ she hiccups like a little kid, and it breaks Paige’s heart, “because you were staring to feel the same. I thought, last night, there was something real. Did you not feel it, Paige?” she doesn’t give her time to answer before she’s continuing. “And now I’m wearing these clothes in this weather because I couldn’t stand to look at the marks you left on me and you’re standing here telling me you’re sorry for wanting to fuck me, and God, Paige—I’ve loved you since I was fourteen. I loved you since I was fourteen and I should’ve fucking known you’d end up doing this to me.”

“Azzi,” Paige chokes out, the knot unraveling and giving way to free-falling tears.

“Paige,” Azzi replies, and there’s desperation in her tone like she wants to reach out, but instead she wipes furiously at her face before crossing her arms, effectively creating a barrier between them. “I need to know.”

Watching tears stream down Azzi’s cheeks, it’s all Paige wants to do to comfort her, to wipe them away. But her own vision is blurring and Azzi has this look in her eyes—like she hates her, like she loves her and she hates herself for it.

“Know what?” she whispers, the sun beating down on the back of her neck in a way that makes her nauseous.

“If you—“ Azzi’s bottom lip quivers, “if you feel it, too. If you love me, too.”

When Paige blinks the moisture from her eyes, there’s a moment of darkness and behind it she sees every moment, every fucking moment where they toed an invisible line, only to never speak of it again, to act as if nothing happened.

She opens her eyes, and realizes maybe they’ve spent their whole lives pretending, and only really stopped when they were just supposed to start.

There have always been feelings. Always an intensity when it came to Azzi, evident in the way Paige would get jealous of any of her other friends, the blowout fights they’d have over small things, because they couldn’t talk about the big things.

Paige has always wanted Azzi as something more. But—love.

Love is so complicated and scary and Paige doesn’t think she’d even be that good at it, anyway. And what if they did this—addressed the feelings between them and dated, for real? Azzi would be perfect, like she always is. Kind and gentle and soft, and Paige can only exhale at the thought of having her best friend that way.

But she inhales deeply, and imagines how she would is. She’s stubborn, hard-headed. Bad with words, bad with apologies.

“Azzi,” Paige says for the nth time, the only word she knows anymore, so she says it like a prayer. “We did one thing last night and I couldn’t even do that right. I couldn’t do any of this right, this entire trip. You don’t—you don’t want me. Trust me. You don’t.”

“You don’t know what I want!” Azzi cries, uncrossing her arms to push again at Paige’s chest. “You’re not perfect, Paige, and I am really fucking mad at you,” she bites, “but you have no idea how much I want you.”

“And you have no idea how much that scares me,” Paige replies, eyes downcast, a few tears dripping onto her sneakers. “I’m good at being your friend, Az. Let me be your friend.”

Azzi lets out a sob at that. “Paige, please, I know—you have to feel something, you don’t act the way you do and not feel anything, I—“

“I’m not saying I don’t feel it,” Paige admits shallowly. “It’s just like I said. I’m scared.”

For the next few moments, there’s silence, and in it Paige hears the birds singing, the distant voices of kids laughing at the playground. But then there’s a sniffle, a scuffle of shoes, and she dares to look up only to find Azzi facing away from her.

“Okay,” Azzi says, voice cracking heartbreakingly. “That’s it, I guess.”

Paige clutches at her belly. “What do you mean?”

“After everything that’s happened,” Azzi whimpers, “you think we can just go back to normal?”

It’s stupid, but that’s what Paige was hoping for. But she knows neither of them can forget this, leave it behind. And she doesn’t know if Azzi can forgive her, either.

She wouldn’t blame her if she never did. Even though the notion kills her.

“I’m sorry,” is all she can say, but it’s weak, broken, and Azzi just shakes her head, not bothering to look back as she heads slowly to the car.

“I’m tired, Paige,” she says. “Just take us home.”

————————————

When Paige walks through the front door, the house feels empty—her parents are gone again for work—but when she walks into the kitchen she finds Lauren on a barstool, eating cereal and watching TikTok. Paige tries to slip past her but Lauren perks up, spinning around and grinning when she spots Paige. “You’re back!”

“Yup,” Paige says, trying for a smile.

Lauren hops off the barstool and as she walks up to her, she gets this weird look on her face, like she’s studying her—but then she’s hugging her and Paige breathes a sigh of relief. “You guys have fun?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Where’s Azzi?”

“She’s, uh…out in the car.”

Lauren pulls away to scrunch her nose. “Why?”

“I dunno,” Paige says evasively, unraveling herself from her little sister’s arms. “Listen, I gotta headache, I’ma be up in my room. But lemme know if you need anything.”

Paige makes her way to the staircase, and Lauren follows after, the way little sisters do. She hears the footsteps padding behind her and remembers when she was a teenager, and Lauren was just a toddler, and their mom would always joke that Paige had a little shadow because Lauren would follow her everywhere.

Back then, it was annoying—and it is now too—but it’s also comforting, endearing.

Still, Paige gets midway up the stairs before turning around to face her sister. “I wanna be alone, Laur.”

Lauren frowns up at her. “Why?”

Paige picks at her thumbnail. “Don’t you wanna be alone sometimes?”

“I guess.”

“Well, this is like that. Just need some time.”

She takes a couple more stairs, but Lauren is still following behind her, and she turns around again. “Dude.”

“I wanna hang out with you!”

“I’m sorry,” Paige says, and she really is, guilty about the disappointment etched on Lauren’s face. “I promise we’ll hang later, okay?”

“Like later today?”

“I dunno, Laur.” The thought of doing anything but moping with her own thoughts sounds exhausting, and it’s evident in her exasperated tone. “I’m tired, we had a big night.”

“Really?” Lauren’s face morphs into a teasing smile. “Doing what?”

Paige fumbles, covers it by reaching to play with the cross at her neck. “Don’t, Lauren.”

“I’m sure you spent allll night kissing your girlfriend, didn’t you?”

Paige takes a breath so deep it’s nearly a gasp, for air, maybe, and she spins on her heel, taking the last steps two at a time. “I’m going to my room now,” she says, eternally grateful that Lauren doesn’t follow her this time. As a last thought, she calls over her shoulder, “And don’t bother Azzi, either.”

Once she’s in her room, she heaves against the closed door, looks around. They’ve been here eight days now, and it doesn’t seem like long but they’ve already left their imprint on this room: their scents mingling into the sheets, bed unmade, toiletries scattered in the bathroom.

In her back pocket, her phone buzzes. For a wild moment she thinks it’s Azzi, calling to ask if she wants anything from the coffee shop or to lay out their plan for the day, but she remembers quickly enough that Azzi has no reason to be calling her. With trembling fingers, she pulls the phone out, and is relieved to see it’s Drew on the other end.

“Hey,” she says when she picks up, plopping down onto the bed as casually as possible.

“Guess what,” is what Drew starts out with, and Paige smiles tenderly as she watches her brother give her an expectant look.

“Aw, I missed you, too,” Paige says, and when Drew’s expression turns to a scowl she laughs. “Okay, what?”

“You’re ’posed to guess.”

Paige sighs; she hates this game. “Fine. Um, Dad got us a puppy?”

“No.” Drew frowns. “I wish.”

“Lame. You’re coming to see me?”

This makes Drew frown even harder. “No, but I wish that too.”

“We’re going to Disneyland?”

“Aw, I wanna go to Disneyland!” Drew is downright pouting now. “Your guesses suck.”

“You didn’t gimme any context!”

“The heck is context?” Drew looks at her as if she’s the dumb one, but before she can retaliate he says, “Fine, I’ll just tell you. Dad said when you get back he’s gonna get us those shoes we wanted.”

“Shit, really?” Paige should be reluctant to match with her eight-year-old brother, but in her opinion he’s way cooler than most eight-year-olds. And also, those shoes are pretty dope. “Sweet. I thought he wasn’t gonna cave.”

“Yeah, I gave him my cute eyes.”

“Thought he said you were too old to be cute.”

“He was lying, I guess.”

Drew widens his eyes and pouts, the look Paige taught him when he was a toddler because if she was too old to mooch her way into things, her baby brother would have to do her dirty work. And it looks different now, without the chubby cheeks and missing teeth, but it’s still just as adorable as it was then. “You’re a real one, Drewski.”

“Mm-hmm.” They settle into momentary silence, Drew’s eyes wandering from the phone to something ahead of him—Paige thinks maybe his TV—and his gaze stays faraway when he mumbles, “I miss you, Paigey.”

Staring at her little brother over the phone—the little brother who’s her best friend, who has never been complicated or scary, who is taller every time she comes home from college—Paige’s throat constricts again, a constant ache beginning to form there from how tightly knotted it’s been all day. “I miss you, too. But I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Still another week.”

“Less than that.”

“Feels like forever.”

“I know,” Paige sighs, suddenly grateful that her too-old-for-emotions little brother is avoiding eye contact, because she can see her own nose and eyes growing red over the screen. “We got the whole summer together, though. By the end of it you’ll be sick of me.”

Drew shakes his head firmly. “No I won’t.”

Again, Paige sighs, trying her hardest to exhale all the feelings creeping up on her. “Me neither.”

“I wish I could come to college with you.”

Paige gives an exaggerated groan at that, causing Drew to look back at her. “No you don’t, I promise. It’s boring.”

“You go to parties every weekend!”

Paige looks at him in surprise. “Who told you that?”

“I have my sources.”

“Was it Ice?”

“KK, actually.”

“Yeah, well, KK’s a dirty liar. I’m way too studious for parties or any of that.”

“KK also said you kiss a lot of girls.”

At this, Paige gasps, downright scandalized. “I do not!”

“Well, she said that you used to, before you dated Azzi.”

Her very name is enough to yank Paige out of this bubble Drew pulled her into, and it’s like getting out of a warm bed on a cold morning. “I guess so.”

“Where is Azzi, anyway? I wanna see her.”

“Uh,” Paige hesitates—she hates lying to her brother, because they may be over a decade apart but they are each other’s confidantes—but she can’t just go telling the truth. Not now, and certainly not to a third-grader. “She’s out right now.”

“Out where?”

“The…gym.”

“But you always go to the gym together.”

“Well, I didn’t feel like going.”

“Why not?”

“Drew,” Paige says, a little too firmly, immediately guilty at the confused look in his eyes, “listen,” she says more softly, “I’m sure you can talk to her later, okay? Just not right now.”

Paige expects more complaints, but what comes instead is a bout of silence and then, “Are you okay, Paigey?”

Drew leans closer to the screen to get a better look at her, and instinctively, Paige pulls the phone away from her face. “Yeah, I’m all good. Why?”

“You just seem a little sad.”

Sad generously understates Paige’s state of mind. But, at the same time, he’s right on the nose, reading her incredibly.

“Promise,” she lies. “I’m good.”

By the time they end the call, Drew still seems suspicious.

————————————

When, ten minutes later, Azzi still hasn’t come inside, Paige peeks out her bedroom window. The car is still in the driveway, and the sun is glaring unhelpfully on the front window but Paige can just make out Azzi’s form in the passenger seat. She can’t tell what she’s doing—she’d assumed she’d be calling her mom, because she knows Azzi and when she’s hurt she calls her mom.

Paige has never made Azzi call her mom before. She is officially the very person she’s always hated: somebody who could hurt her best friend, so heartless and cruel she could make the unshakeable Azzi Fudd cry.

She hates herself for it.

Hates herself enough, in fact, that she almost wants to go out there. To apologize a million times over—something she’ll end up doing anyway—and to comfort her and to let her break that last barrier away, the barrier that kept her from saying yes in the park, the root of all her fears and inhibitions. To ask Azzi to give her a chance and to be brave enough to take it. To risk everything they’ve so carefully built over the years for something that could be even better.

But then, Azzi glances up. Paige ducks away from the window, wincing at the sound of the car door slamming.

The front door follows soon thereafter, and Paige presses her ear to the bedroom door, trying to make out Azzi and Lauren’s conversation downstairs. She can’t hear them, though—she can only hear enough to know that Lauren is doing most of the talking. And she doesn’t have nearly long enough to prepare when Azzi’s familiar footsteps ascend the stairs, coming closer to her with each rapid thump of her heart.

Paige barely has the common sense to back away from the door just before she comes in. And then, it opens, and they’re standing face-to-face, Azzi’s eyes red-rimmed and stone-cold as they avoid Paige’s.

“Hey,” Paige says hesitantly.

When Azzi doesn’t answer, Paige steps out of the way, wondering if maybe Azzi wants to come in, but she stays put. Her gaze goes over Paige’s shoulder, to the bed. She looks exhausted.

“You tryna sleep?” Paige asks. Azzi only shrugs, making a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat.

“Aight, I’ll…leave, then.”

Still, Azzi doesn’t move from the doorway. Finally, her eyes find Paige’s, and she holds them there when she says, “I think…I think I’m done, Paige.”

She’d implied it, earlier—That’s it, then—but hearing her say it out loud like this is a whole other thing, and it makes Paige want to double over. It’s instinctive, the way she reaches out to beg Azzi to stay, to let her amend for her wrongdoings and make everything right again, but Azzi flinches back and her arm falls limply to her side. “Okay,” Paige says, helpless. “I was looking at flights, earlier—I could get you one for tonight, or tomorrow morning, I know you prefer morning flights. But if you want good seats you might have to wait a couple days, but I could maybe call the airline and see what I can do? Just, whatever you want.”

Azzi winces, shaking her head slowly. “No, I meant—I’ll stay, for the trip. So your parents don’t get suspicious.”

“You don’t—“

“But after that,” Azzi interjects, “I think I have to be done. With you.”

Paige doesn’t react much, not outwardly—she takes a small step that’s more of a stumble back, and her eyes widen—but on the inside it feels as if she’s being ripped in two. “Azzi.”

“Don’t,” Azzi murmurs. She kicks at the floor. “I—we—need this. If we ever want a chance at being us again, we need space, okay? We need time.”

Paige stammers, so many words lunging up her throat but stopping behind her lips, creating a torrent so strong she can only make a weak, helpless sound. “I’m sorry,” she says.

“I don’t blame you,” Azzi mutters, looking up at her as she takes a small, tentative step forward. “You can’t help how you feel.”

Paige wants to scream at her, to say I feel it, too, to take her by the shoulders and hold her close and whisper, I love you, too—but she can’t.

So instead she says, “I wasn’t—I meant—I’m sorry. For leaving you this morning, for acting distant a couple days ago—for sending so many mixed signals, for being rude to you at the lake and for being mean when we got here—“ as she says it, it all becomes very clear to her, just how much she has managed to damage the trust between them in such a short amount of time. “It might not help, but I need you to know, you know?”

Slowly, Azzi nods, and her hand brushes against Paige’s arm. “I know you are,” she whispers. “I just—I don’t know if I can…”

“It’s okay,” Paige is quick to fill the silence, her arm burning from where Azzi touched her, “I know, it’s okay.”

Azzi bites her lip, and when her eyes trail back to the bed Paige shuffles awkwardly. “Hey, how about I sleep downstairs tonight, okay?” when Azzi opens her mouth, Paige stops her. “We’ll tell my parents that you kicked me out because I was—snoring too loud, or something. I dunno.”

“But won’t they think—?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Paige waves her off, stepping aside, relieved when Azzi finally comes in. “You deserve some sleep.”

She doesn’t expect her to, but when Azzi doesn’t protest any further, doesn’t say I can’t sleep without you next to me, it comes with a bitter disappointment.

She really, really fucked up this time.

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part three ❤︎ seven minutes in heaven

description: when nick chooses you and matt to get stuck together in the closet during seven minutes in heaven, sexual tension is making itself very clear.

warnings: touching, neck kissing, love bites, teasing, smut

w/c: 3577

previous parts: hcs - 1 - 2

nick decided to throw a party. it was only going to be your mutual friends and not too big of a party and you were grateful because sometimes it can be overwhelming being around too many people.

obviously matt was going to be there considering it was being held at their house. you haven’t seen matt since the encounter in front of the window. the thought of it ever since then always made you feel warm and fuzzy. you knew he was the one who sent you the lingerie, even if you both never spoke of it out loud. you kept it stored in your underwear drawer. matt would probably find it in there if he were to ever search for it.

you weren’t sure on your feelings with matt. he was awkward, shy, inexperienced, but so damn adorable. you always knew he had a crush on you, but you were never sure of your feelings for him. you loved all of the brothers. they were your best friends, but matt was the one who paid more attention to you in general. you never thought of matt as more than a friend. after finding out that he took your panties and had one buried in his back pocket the night you all watched a movie, he was stuck in your brain. not that you were complaining though. you had to admit, it was kind of fun.

your outfit for tonight was incredibly sexy and perfect. you wore an embroidered mesh black dress that hugged your curves perfectly and gave your chest some nice cleavage to show off. you paired the dress with your favorite black pumps, curled your hair, and put on your best makeup. you had to admit, you looked fucking amazing. your first thought was what matt was going to think.

you knocked onto the front door (not that you have to, but you wanted to be respectful) and nick immediately opened the door. his eyes widened as he took in your appearance. “oh my god! you look amazing!” he pulled you into the house and gave you a big hug. “pizza is on the way and we got some games we’re gonna play when a couple more people show up.” he beamed, grinning from ear to ear at you.

nick was always so positive and encouraging and was like the brother you never had. “okay, cool.” you beamed back at him, flashing him a soft smile. “where’s matt?” you suddenly realized you only asked where matt was, your cheeks flushing slightly, but silently thanking yourself with the amount of blush and foundation you already applied to your face so it wasn’t obvious. “and chris.” you added so it wasn’t as noticeable that you were only specifically asking for matt.

nick was too smart and could see right through you. his eyebrow raised up as he stared at you. “you know, everytime i talk about you around that boy, he goes red in the face and gets all flustered. boy’s got a mad crush on our girl.”

this time, you weren’t sure if the makeup covering your face would be enough. you didn’t understand why that made you blush. matt really got all flustered and shy when you were mentioned? you wondered why he acted like that when it was about you. did he really have a crush on you or did he act like that with everyone? “stop playing, nick. you’re being silly.” you shake your head at him, a soft giggle escaping your lips. “he’s just-“

before you could even finish your sentence, matt appears in your vision as he walks into the living room with his fingers running through his tousled hair. the second your eyes lock together, you noticed his cheeks had gone red immediately. his eyes scanned your body up and down as if he was practically drooling from the mouth at the sight of you.

your cheeks flushed even darker now. you flashed him a flirty smile, your hand lifting up to wave at him. he immediately noticed and smiled shyly back at you, returning your wave before making his way into the living room to sit next to chris and nathan on the couch.

nick rolled his eyes playfully, a laugh erupting from his throat. “it’s cute how much you want each other. just know if he hurts you, i’m kicking his ass.”

to hear him acknowledge the fact that you two want each other out loud made you all flustered. you didn’t know how to react. all you could think to do was shove him in the chest with your index finger and walk past him. “whatever you say, nick.”

the pizza came, a couple more of your mutual friends came, and you all had just finished a couple rounds of cards against humanity. the whole entire time, you and matt kept giving each other glances which resulted in matt turning away once he noticed your eyes were on him with his cheeks completely pink. you kept thinking about what happened through the window and how you told him you’d make it up to him and matt said you owed him big time. you wondered how that would come about especially because matt was always so flustered around you.

“now, we’re gonna play a little game we all know so well called seven minutes in heaven.” nick announced, clapping his hands together excitedly. “it’s going to be fun. trust me.” he flashed you a small wink before glancing over at everyone else. your eyebrow furrowed up at him, wondering what he was scheming in that brain of his. “but we’re not going to use a bottle to determine who’s getting chosen. i’ll be choosing the individuals.”

your heart began to beat rapidly in your chest in nervousness. nick knew that you and matt possibly liked each other and it seemed like he had a plan up his sleeve. “seven minutes. secluded space. you can do whatever you want with this person. you guys ready?”

everyone chanted in anticipation and excitement. meanwhile, you and matt both exchanged glances, a small smile tugging onto your lips at him. he flashed you a small smile in return, his fingers moving up in those messy brunette locks of his. you wondered what his hair would feel like against your fingertips and if you’d ever tug on his hair while he’s making you feel good. you bit onto your own bottom lip for a brief moment as you allowed your mind to ponder this thought before snapping out of your thought completely when you heard your name.

“and matt.” nick announced your name and matt’s and all you could do in this moment is allow your mouth to fall open in surprise, averting your eyes back over to matt who looked just as surprised as you. he looked nervous too, which in all honesty was adorable.

you knew nick had something up his sleeve, but you didn’t know he’d be capable of putting you two in a situation like this. you watched as matt’s cheeks turned a dark shade of pink, his eyes now on nick. “nick, what the hell?”

nick shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, a soft laugh falling from his lips. nobody else said a word, but seemed interested in what was happening. “thank me later. you get seven minutes once you enter the closet and that’s when the time starts. go, and have fun.” he flashed both of you a playful wink before signaling his head over to the closet door that was far down the hall.

your body already felt like it was floating, your heart beating in your chest from the anticipation and nervousness running through your body. matt got up as well and began to follow behind you. was he staring at your ass in your black dress? absolutely he was. everyone else began to engage in conversation among themselves behind you both. you wanted to give nick a death glare or flick him off, but you’d deal with him later. maybe now you’d finally be able to communicate face to face about what happened through the window and if he truly was the one who bought you the lingerie set that you showed off to him.

once matt stepped foot into the closet, you knew the 7 minutes had started. it was dark, a little crammed, and all you felt was your heart beating straight out of your chest. it was quiet for a couple seconds, but you were the first one to break the silence. “so, long time no see.”

it was suddenly bright now once matt flickered the closet light on and now you were able to see him fully. he looked nervous, flustered, but you could also tell he was excited. matt furrowed his eyebrow up at you, a small smile tugging onto his lips. “so you liked your gift then?”

you felt your cheeks immediately heat up. you didn’t know he was going to bring it up immediately and it took you by surprise. “so it was you. that depends, did you like the show?”

his lips curved up in a widening smile. “i did, actually. thank you for that. was a little disappointed that it ended so soon. but if i’m honest, i’ve been thinking about it since.”

you felt your heart beat picking up now as you take in a steady breath. “really? that’s ironic because i have too.”

his cheeks were still flushed a bright pink and all you wanted to do was kiss all over his stupid, pretty face, but you didn’t. not yet, anyway. he seemed curious to know more, but didn’t question it. a small smile stays present on his lips. “you’re really pretty.” he said sweetly, pulling his gaze away from you to look down at the ground.

it’s like sometimes he has the courage, and then he gets shy and flustered. you thought it was so fucking adorable. how have you not seen it before up close? you knew he had a little crush on you and noticed him staring at you and being flustered around you, but you assumed it was just his personality. has he always been this way around you? you lifted your hand up and used your index and middle finger to tilt his chin up to look back into your eyes.

you could feel the heat radiating against the both of you. you were standing face to face with only enough space to fit the both of you in the closet. so close that you could lean in and kiss him, or touch him. “you think so? you are too, pretty boy.” your eyes lock together in an intense gaze, your heart pounding rapidly.

your comment to him made him blush wildly even more. his eyes averted down to your lips before back up into your eyes. “i really can’t control myself around you. it’s like i turn into a blushy mess when you’re around.” his words were confident as he kept his gaze on you. “god, you’re so pretty. i can’t stand it.”

your cheeks were now bright red. you moved your fingers from his chin to travel down his jawline and his neck, feeling his stubble and smooth skin against your fingertips. it seemed like he wanted to melt underneath your touch. his eyes fluttered closed at your touch which only made you want to continue touching him. your eyes moved down between both of you to see his hardened bulge pressed against his jeans which caused your breath to hitch in your throat. “is that what you mean by not being able to control yourself around me?”

he knew what you were referring to, his own eyes opening and moving downwards to his own hardened cock through the fabric of his jeans. he bit onto his own bottom lip, his cheeks continued to grow noticeably hotter by the second. “y-yeah. like i want to be around you all the god damn time. want to touch you and see your beautiful body against mine. sometimes i wonder what you feel like, and what you taste like too.”

you were surprised to hear these words out loud from him, even though you knew of his crush. you didn’t know how badly he wanted you. or made you just never heard him speak of it out loud. “why haven’t you done anything, or said anything silly?” you moved your fingers down from his jawline to his chest through the fabric of his shirt. “such a shy boy, aren’t you?”

he nodded his head, a light whimper leaving his lips from just the faintest touch of your fingers. “i-i don’t know, really. didn’t think you’d want that, or even acknowledge me like that.” he spoke shyly, moving his eyes down to watch your fingers as they traveled down from his chest to the buckle on his belt.

“all you had to do was ask, doll.” you smiled sweetly at him as your fingers continued to play with his buckle before moving your fingers to begin ghosting them across his hardened cock through his jeans.

his eyes immediately widened as your fingers teasingly ran across his hardened cock. he gulped nervously, a soft whimper leaving his lips. “always so nervous round you.” he said with a shaky breath.

you felt your own core growing hot and began to throb through the lacy panties underneath your dress. “don’t be. it’s just me. i promise.” you spoke in a sweet tone, your hand wrapping around his cock through the fabric of his jeans to give him a gentle squeeze. “is this all because of me?”

he immediately nodded his head, another whimper leaving his lips. he sounded so damn pretty. you wondered what he sounded like when he cums. “only always for you. been dreaming of you touchin’ me and kissin’ me and claimin’ you as mine.”

his words caused your breath to hitch in your throat. finally hearing him say those words out loud made you feel so damn special and giddy inside. what was he doing to you? it was almost like you were slowly becoming addicted to him. “matt..fuck. have you always wanted me?”

matt moved his hands down your body to your backside, his fingers slipping underneath your dress and immediately grabbing ahold of your ass cheeks through the pretty sheer lace to pull you closer. your eyes locked together in an intense gaze, his pretty blue eyes turning a darker shade of blue. you let out a soft gasp at the feeling of his hands against your ass, your bodies now pressed up against each other. you pulled your hand away from his cock to tease him, moving your hands to his waist to grip it tightly. a shudder ran down your spine at the feeling of his fingers finally against your skin, a shaky breath exhaling from your chest and out past your lips. “i have always, always wanted you, pretty girl. always.” he spoke these words shyly, but the feeling of his hands on your ass made you feel proud that he was able to do something about it.

your entire body was warm, heat radiating against both of your bodies. “hm, that’s good to know.” you spoke in a sultry tone, a soft giggle leaving your lips. you felt his hardened cock press against your body through the fabric of your clothing. your bodies stayed pressed against each other, moving your face forward to press soft kisses against his jawline and down his neck. his head immediately tilted to the side to give you more space.

you were finally touching him, kissing him, hearing him. you couldn’t believe all of this was happening because of nick. you weren’t complaining though, not at all. your breasts were pressed against his chest, his cock throbbing against your thigh, causing a soft whimper to leave his lips at the feeling of you making him feel good.

small kisses were being peppered against his skin. you ran your tongue along the nape of his neck before parting your lips and sucking onto the spot firmly, your hand moving up to the back of his head to hold his face in place, your fingers lightly running through his hair. matt immediately pressed his hips forward, a whiny moan now leaving his lips, his breathing becoming heavier by the second. “oh f-fuck. that’s..nice.” he breathed his words out, licking over his own lips.

he continued to grasp your ass firmly in his hands, kneading your ass cheeks in a smooth circular motion which caused you to let out a breathy sigh. “mm, good.” your words were muffled against his neck, pulling away once you created a nicely formed bruise onto his neck. your eyes averted towards the bruise, your lips curving up into a slight smirk at your good work. the bruise may last a couple days and would be fairly evident for anyone to see, but maybe that was a good thing.

he opened up his eyes, one of his hands moving over to touch the newly formed bruise. you both knew that you’d be walking out of the closet looking like you just fucked with the bruise to showcase, but you didn’t mind and neither did matt. your thumb ran along the newly formed bruise, feeling proud of yourself for the work you’ve done. “been dreaming about this since i can remember.” he breathed out, his voice whiny and desperate now.

you had to admit, you fucking loved the feeling of his hands on you. the built up sexual tension between the two of you was exhilarating and you loved every damn second of it. “oh yeah? especially because i know how much you love my lacy panties. now you get to feel em’ on me.”

his cheeks flushed even more at your words, obviously remembering the fact that he had a whole ass drawer in his room filled with her panties. he moved his hand away from your ass, bringing it up to your chest, his fingers dancing along the edge of your dress that showed your pretty cleavage so perfectly. he looked at you like he was a starved man that needed to be fed, practically salivating at the mouth. “such a pretty fuckin’ goddess, aren’t you sweetheart?”

you loved seeing him like this. it was slowly becoming your favorite thing and you weren’t sure how to process that. matt’s cock was fighting hard to stay in his jeans, almost feeling suffocated and needed to be relaxed. his hand immediately grabbed ahold of your breast throughout the fabric of your dress. your eyes averted down to his hand, watching as he groped your breast in his hand, his thumb running along your perked nipple through the fabric which caused you to gasp out softly, a shudder running down your spine. your pussy was soaked now as you throbbed for him, needing more. his touch made you feel amazing and you didn’t want it to end.

suddenly, you heard the handle of the closet door being messed with and the closet door opens. the both of you are now face to face with nick, your hearts racing rapidly and your faces flushed. to be honest, it was fun to tease him even if it was teasing you in the process. it’s fun to play hard to get, especially seeing him obsess over you.

“seven minutes are up, kids!” he announced as he took in the sight of the both of you. matt had lipstick stains all over his jawline and neck and the pretty purple bruise formed against his skin. your dress needed to be straightened out, your cheeks red and your heart thudding hard in your chest. matt’s hair was all tousled up, which wasn’t unusual for him, but nick wasn’t an idiot. “shit, i knew you two would get into something. have fun?” his eyebrows raised up at the both of you, a slight smirk appearing onto his face.

“i can’t even say im mad at you.” you reply blatantly. you looked over at matt, who suddenly seems shy and flustered again.

“me neither. actually, i probably should thank you.” he spoke confidently, despite looking a little embarrassed and flustered.

nick let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “you guys are fuckin’ unreal. now it’s nathan’s turn. come on, lovebirds.” he motioned for the two of you to come with him as he started to head back over to the living room.

you fixed your dress and your hair before taking in a deep breath to gain your composure. when nick was out of earshot, you leaned over to matt’s ear to whisper against it, “i guess we shouldn’t get too ahead of ourselves, now should we, pretty boy? it’s fun teasing you.” your breath was hot against his ear before pulling away to flash him a playful wink before turning on your heel and walking out of the closet.

this left matt completely and utterly teased and embarrassed due to the fact that he had to walk out of this closet with lipstick stains and bruises on his neck, and a rock hard, throbbing boner that wouldn’t go away anytime soon.

especially since he still had the rest of the night to stare at you and your body, wishing he could just finally have his way with you. now that he’s had his hands on you, he needed more.

that day better be soon or he might go fucking crazy.

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[navsink]

tangerine sweet kisses ft suguru geto/reader

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ boyfriend!Suguru bites your lip too hard

an: this man aaaaaah, hope you enjoy! i certainly did. unpublished draft that i will never finish.

tags: heavy fluff, a little heavy on insecurity (geto things), shy lovesick idiots, female pronouns-- not really gendered, i rarely mention sugurus name you can replace it for your fav character, a little short, and slight nsfw mention (crossed out)

"you've seen the movie three times already. it's not gonna end any happier." he sighed, his forehead resting against her temple. The small groan he lets out against her head sends vibrations down her nape.

"and we'll watch it three more times." she sighs "You just don't get it like I do. Can't you find it gut-wrenching how he built their dream house and all for nothing 'cause poor dude ends with dementia?"

"Yeah the first time I watched it."

She sighs and rolls on her side to face him. A slight stitch sewing her brows together as she gently balls her fists on his shirt's collar.

"you act as if your boring black and white films movies are any different. spare me, by the way, Citizen Kane? please, a movie about a guy whining over a sled? how groundbreaking."

a hearty chuckle erupts from his mouth, the defined adams apple bobbing with each roar. as the corners of his eyes spread in a line, he closed the space between their faces and bumped noses with her. their silence was notably thicker than the couch they were laying on.

"go on, you haven't described the best part yet, ran out of wit to pick apart my noir films yet?"

her words stumbled and her eventful sigh of defeat fished another chuckle out of him.

"ya, it's "innovative," if by that, you mean a bloated ego trip where you pity some rich guy's midlife crisis."

the way their noses touched meant her loud voice could turn to a gush of whisper. his face warmly received the warm breath with a tingling smile.

proximity to a couple of newly-dates was the flint to their steel. his lips shyly settle on hers and their bodies take part to feel eachothers warmth.

"fuck you" she said between hesitant pecks of kisses.

"fuck me" replies the now confident smartass, who in the prescence of this hopeless romantic in front of him melts into a puppy dog.

as their little bickering sparks flames, his intensity only seemed to provoke that string of desire. their exchange--now a tug of war, has him biting down on the satin petals, cautiously asking her pouty mouth for more.

the whole scene of her paradisiacally tangerine flavored and idyllic custard lips interlocked with his was in sum, his wet dream. was either of them awake at this point?

as she takes a deep breath, he feels his body melting and savoring into the custardly sweet lips of his lover. a note of vanilla-tangerine fighting tooth and nail to imprint on his black wifebeater. breath regained-- shes tugging at the messy manbun, impossibly tightening their embrace. phew. good thing she had her nice panties on.

but ohhhhh how her curious little yelp of surprise only grows his fervor, his troubling self-restraint been challenged by this enchanting deity he found himself enveloped for.

his curiosity - or his insecurity - has been climbing the ladder to the back of his mind. a woman like her surely had plenty of options, yet she picked broke-frat-boy-wannabe-suguru.

she picked him.

him who could only offer her entretainment and unwavering devotion.

him who changed any and all habits to impress her.

him who actively read snobby old money bullshit books to have something to talk about with her.

him who turned beet red when he realized she had no idea what he was talking about.

him who fought tooth and nail to show her he was worthy.

him who created toothrotting playlists he would never share, for her.

him who looked for her face in every crowd.

him who's now fervently holding her by the waist in his tiny living room loveseat.

him who's silently growing a tent as this escalates

finally, him who after a year, asked her out.

Poor guy got stuck in a cycle of rememberance and reminiscion. his mind-- like a rainforest, humid with the taste of her lips, every glance they shared and every night he stared into her eyes, every version and stage of her he had met flushing into his active recall. this man absentmindedly scouring his long past, and now presently taking breaking the flow of their melting lips with a reckless bite.

her high pitched sqeak almost sent her rolling down to the living room carpet. if it werent for the aching hands holding her waist and the back of her neck, it'd be a different story. Like a snap of a magician's fingers, his trance was broken and instinctively tightens his grip.

"hey, what... what happened?" he squeezes her waist and lookes at his lover's glossy eyes. His eyes dash to and from her lips to her eyes, frantically searching for a sign of hurt. the scanning done finslly pinpointed its target. the close corner of her lip, swollen and angry, unlike its owner, who's glossy and melting in expression.

the dazed look she wore as she looks up at him could pull any guy into a coma.

"you bit into me." she retreats her hand from his neck to pull at her lip, flipping to a red thumping inner corner lip.

he sighs and puts his hand over hers, an apologetically silent peace offering of his.

"i'm sorry" his hushed voice carries deep regret, as does his wrinkled forehead. this man, now even more silent then ever is internally panicking because what else is he supposed to do?

as she hums to his apology, his thumb traces over the mark on her lips, in such a gentle fashion that it tickles. like a fox towards a hare, cautiously sprinkling kisses around her mouth.

"how can i ever forgive you for an offense like this?" the melodious and saccharine smile he associates with profound serenity erupts again. bingo

in the end, all he wants is for you to grant him the light of day.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ A/N °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

waddup horny, gay, chronically online peopleeeeee

ngl im only piggy backing off the fact that geto is popular, if it were for me id write for yuuta, he fits more the vibe im going for. but yeah idkw im doing this if i know im an inconsistent little shit of a writer. i hope yall enjoy no wc bc im lazy and im typing from my phone. tumblr mobile is shitty for posting.

[lmaowhatt]

utterly obsessed? - five

summary: actress y/n I/n has recently skyrocketed into stardom after her breakout film 'castaways' alongside sarah cameron, kevin hart, chris evans and chris hemsworth. weeks after the movies premiere, she drops her debut single, further cementing her place in the spotlight. as millions of people around the world begin to idolize her, and as she struggles with her own demons, she catches the attention of rafe cameron, who doesnt shy away from becoming utterly obsessed in what seems to be the cutest way possible.

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hellraisermovie

liked by youruser, rafecameron, jbr and 827k others

hellraisermovie out now! thank you to everyone who contributed on this project including our amazing directors @/davidbruckner and @/jbr. and a big thank you to the amazing actors who brought our vision to life.

youruser YAY!

rafecameron im so hot.

➯ user hes so self aware

➯ user some would call it cocky

brandonflynn BOW BOW BOW

user they fadiddled?!?!

➯ user using common sense isnt a thing apparently

user SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

adamfaison WHOO.

user shes so 😍😍😍

➯ user RIGHT? like fuck rafe shes so 🤤

msjamieclayton thanks for this opportunity!

user that entire scene had me like 😧🫣🫨

➯ user real

rafecameron

liked by youruser, sarahcam and 1.0 million others

rafecameron hellraiser out now!

sarahcam ur so gross ew.

➯ rafecameron puhlease im obviously the better sibling🙄

➯ jbr i beg to differ

user seriously somebody sedate me

user i js know its rough

jbr why are you always bald

➯ rafecameron thats it, where are my clippers

popeh you're getting it tn

➯ cleopatty im right here.

➯ rafecameron so?

user raw, next question.

user guys.. i fear that 'i love you' maybe didnt sound scripted

➯ user she had a line after.. it was scripted 💀

user body so tea, both of them

➯ user seriously unfair 😔

user some ppl need to be put down😧

youruser

liked by rafecameron, sarahcam, jjmay and 928k others

youruser hellraiser, out now! hope you guys enjoy!

sarahcam YES HAWT MAMA marry me

➯ jbr i object.

➯ youruser overruled.

jjmay WOOHOO.

*liked by creator*

user dont sedate me just put me down.

kiekie yo.. forget my man i want YOU

➯ jjmay something tells me he would not approve nor be ok with this. a hunch

➯ user hmm...

jbr love you!

cleopatty someone check my vitals

user the rafe likes are getting too frequent and i fw it.

popeh no cs this ate i fear.

➯ youruser you fear it ate? im appalled.

➯ popeh you can spell appalled? IM appalled.

your phone

two days into the new year, and you were navigating through the bustling airport in los angeles. you'd just returned from a brief trip to england, and while part of you was relieved to be back in your city, surrounded by your friends and the familiar chaos, another part of you couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to stay longer. you had initially planned for an extra week, but life had a way of pulling you back. dressed in a matching grey tracksuit with the hoodie pulled low over your head, you gripped your phone, pressing it to your ear as it rang, waiting for jj to pick up.

"you here yet?" the mans voice was heard from the other side of the phone. you nodded, fumbling around with something in your bag before you answered. "yeah, landed about a half hour ago," you spoke, weaving through the small crowds of people as you tried to venture toward the airport entrance. "im almost there just hang tight, a'ight?" you hummed, muttering a quiet goodbye before hanging up the phone.

you continued to weave through the tight airport crowds, muttering small apologies when you bumped your shoulder or elbow into someone else. as you rounded a corner into a different hall, you harshly bumped into a younger girl who looked to be around sixteen years old. "oh my- honey im so sorry. are you okay?" you quickly muttered out as you held her hand to pull her back up. however, she didnt seem phased in the slightest, her eyes widening once she realized who you were.

"holy shit. y- youre y/n, right?" she stumbled on her words, smiling even brighter as you nodded your head with a sheepish chuckle. "uhm, sorry. c-can i get a picture, please?" she asked you nervously, constantly glancing between you and her phone as she fumbled around with it. "yeah sure," you smiled, watching as she excitedly passed her phone to her mom who was stood a few feet away, mumbling something about taking a picture.

after taking around three to four pictures, you turned to her again. "you sure you okay?" with concern etched on your face, a small smile still managed to make its way onto your face as you watched her nod profusely. "y-yeah. im okay. uhm, thank you." she smiled at your beofre muttering a quick goodbye, ruhshing away to grab her phone back from her moms grip.

you smiled to yourself, gathering your things once more as you felt your phone vibrate from its place on your backpack. "yeah?" you pressed the phone up to your ear, supporting it with your shoulder as you continued your walk towards the entrance. "im here," jj called through the phone, "lucky for you, its too busy i think you can just come out normally." you let out a small sigh, nodding gratefully. "ill be right out," you stated before hanging up.

jjmay

liked by youruser, kiekie and 1.1 million others

jjmay mi vida

jbr im offended. the only pic im in and its blurred.

➯ jjmay blame @/youruser photography skills

➯ popeh im his fav. i look hot in mine

user HELLO?? hardlaunch???

➯ jjmay oops?

youruser jj?? inspirational?? like i didnt send you that pic?

kiekie would just like to say jj was no help in winning the pool game!

user everyone SHUT UP. jj posted!

cleopatty boy knows two words in spanish and ran with it

sarahcam the shirley temples ate down tbh i wonder who made them..

➯ jjmay girl–

➯ youruser this one has a lil sass to it

➯ kiekie lets keep it

➯ jjmay im sorry, IT?

➯ jbr did they stutter?

user i love their friendship

user chat did anyone peep rage..

➯ user real like.. i didnt think they were close with him

➯ user rafe is literallly sarah's brother??

your phone

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[morgana-larkin]

Alright so I got this prompt messaged to me by @dreamer-329 : Hi I have read almost all your fanfics and I love them a lot, I saw you are fine with receiving prompts and while I was listening to music this song came on and I got an idea haha

Hearing this song made me think that this would be a perfect club song for Melissa x reader, song is Mi casa su casa by Omar Rudberg, here is what i thought of but you can spin this however you see best fits, Melissa is out with some of the Abbott crew and she sees R dancing and is into them, they briefly bump into each other at the bar ordering drinks but nothing happens until R is dancing to this song and they look at Melissa(who is already watching them) and sing the lyrics while staring intently at her and dancing more provocative by every line they sing (I can see it in your eyes

This is what you came for

Baby, don't be shy

Because you got something I've been wanting

A long, long time

And I got something you've been wanting

That's no crime 'cause

You got a body

I got a body

Let's have a party

Mi casa su casa)

I thought this was a cute and smutty idea and wrote it over the holidays. I just finished it and I definitely had to edit it as I wrote most of it when I was not sober and some of it made no fucking sense. Hope you like it!

On another note: I’m working on 3 other prompts for Mel atm so be patient! Especially as I might need a moment after I saw the dress Lisa wore to the golden globes…😮‍💨

Mi Casa or Su Casa

Warnings: smut, teasing, teacher-student role play (small part)

Words: 2.6k

“I still don’t get why youse dragging me out.” Melissa complains as they all step into a bar.

“Because we all could use some fun after the week we’ve had.” Janine says excitedly and they all find a table to sit at. “I’ll buy the first round, what does everyone want?” Janine asks and everyone gives their order to her and she goes to the bar to order.

Melissa looks around the bar and sees a few people dancing to the song that the DJ is playing. She sees a few other people scattered around the bar, most in conversations with the other people at their table. Janine comes back a few minutes later and passes everyone their drink.

“Here’s to putting up with all the golf course construction.” Jacob says and they all cheers to that.

A couple rounds later and they’re all looser, even Melissa. Melissa then notices a few people walk by the table and she looks to see a few young women walking by. One of them turns around once they find a table and Melissa does a double take.

You decided to go out with your friends after you were ready to come back out after a breakup and one of your friends suggested a bar where you can all dance. You walk into the bar and you pass by a group of people at a table and then one of your friends decides on a table and you turn around to sit in a chair. You look around the bar and you notice a ginger woman staring at you and you smile and wave at her. She smiles back at you and then joins the conversation at her table.

You notice her keep glancing at you and then she goes to get up and walks to the bar. You get up with the excuse of getting the next round even though you just got the previous one and you go to meet her at the bar.

“Hi.” You say and she turns to look at you and you smile.

“Hi.” She says. “I’m Melissa.” She adds on and you shake her hand.

“I’m Y/n. Melissa is a beautiful name, it suits you.” You tell her and she smiles with a slight blush “So I’ve noticed this hot ginger staring at me for the past hour. Would you know anything about that?” You ask her and she pretends to think about it then shakes her head.

“Not a thing, but maybe she thinks you’re cute.” She tells you and you smile.

“Well I think you’re cute as well.” You tell her and then the bartender brings her drinks and she takes them.

“I gotta go bring these to my friends but maybe I’ll see you around.” She says and then walks away, with a slight sway to her hips. You watch her walk away and then the bartender asks what you want to get and you order all the drinks.

You go back to the table with your friends and then they ask you all about that woman you were talking to.

“I don’t know anything about her other than her name is Melissa.” You say to all of them.

“Then go talk to her more, or even go ask her to dance.” One of your friends suggests.

“She’s busy with her friends right now.” You tell them and they look over at the table.

“Go up and ask her to dance.” They tell you. “Or you can dance seductively and get her to come to you.” They add and you think about it and decide to do that. The next song comes on and you get up and go to the dance floor. You know the song that comes on and you also start singing as well as dancing to it.

“Well woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keeping you warm. I got the right temperature for shelter you from the storm.” You sing and move your hips along to the song. You also have your hands up in the air as well as everyone else who’s dancing and it makes your shirt go up and anyone can see your belly button. “Oh lord, girl, I got the right tactics to turn you on. And girl I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh-oh.” You sing out and you quickly glance and see that Melissa is watching you and you smile before you keep dancing to the song. The next song comes a couple minutes later and you instantly recognize the guitar beat.

You swing your hips to the beat before the lyrics start and you decide to go a bit further with your seductive movements to see if she’ll come to you.

“Mi casa su casa. I’ve been watching you all night, over on the dance floor.” You sing out and you look at Melissa and you see she’s still watching you. You decide to keep your eyes on her while you still keep dancing. “I can see it in your eyes, this is what you came for.” You continue while you run your hands down the side of your body and you see Melissa grabs her drink and take a sip. “Baby, don’t be shy, because you got something I’ve been wanting, a long long time. And I got something you’ve been wanting.” You sing out and move your hips more. “That’s no crime cause, you got a body.” You sing while you point to her. “I got a body.” And then you run your hands down your chest down to your stomach. “Let’s have a party, mi casa su casa.” You sing out and turn around and wiggle your butt a little.

You turn back around and you see Melissa making her way over to you and you look back at her table and see all her friends watching her. She makes her way over to you and she puts her hands on your waist while you’re still dancing and you wrap your arms around her neck. She pushes you closer until you’re pressed up against her and the next chorus is just about to play.

“That’s no crime cause, you got a body, I got a body.” You sing and she moves her hands to your back and runs her hands all over while dancing to the song with you. “Let’s have a party, mi casa su casa.” You continue singing. “I got a body, you got a body. Let’s have a party, mi casa su casa.” She then flips you around so your back is pushed up against her front and she runs her hands down the side of your body and she starts singing the rest.

“I’ve been looking at you all night long. From over on the dance floor, I really want to take you home.” She then places her hands on your stomach and she starts taking over the dancing, making you move in time with her. “You got a body, I got a body. Let’s have a party, mi casa su casa.” She sings and then gets right to your ear. “I got a body, and you got a body. Let’s have a party, mi casa su casa.” She finishes singing the song but she doesn’t move away from you or let you move. “You wanted me to come to you.” She says and you smile.

“Is that a question or a comment?” You ask her and she gets you to turn around.

“A comment, staring at me while running your hands all over your body gave it away.” She tells you. “What do you want to happen?” She asks you and you shrug your shoulders.

“I haven’t thought that far.” You tell her and she shakes her head with a smile. “All I thought was getting the hot ginger that’s been staring at me to come over.” You tell her and then she cups your cheek and leans in. You lean in as well and connect your lips with hers. They feel fucking magical and much softer than you’ve imagined all night. You feel her hand move from your cheek to the back of your head and the other move to your waist.

“What would you say if I asked you mi casa or su casa?” She asks when she pulls away and you blink at her for a second before smiling.

“I’d say…su casa.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Let’s go grab our stuff and I’ll call an Uber.” She says and you nod before you speed walk to get your things.

“Where are you going?” Your friend asks.

“With the hot ginger to her place.” You say and then walk over to Melissa.

“Melissa, why are you grabbing your purse?” Barb asks and Melissa just smiles.

“I’ll see you all on Monday.” She says and then she grabs your hand and leaves.

“Can I stay at someone’s house tonight? Melissa is not as quiet as she thinks.” Jacob asks everyone.

You get in an Uber with Melissa and she rubs your thigh the entire time. Once you get to her place she takes your hand again and you quickly get out. As soon as she turns the light on to her house you get a good look at her and you’re mesmerised.

“You’re even hotter now than at the bar.” You tell her and you kiss her again. You trap her against you and the door and with the way her hands are all over your stomach and chest, she doesn’t mind. She then pushes you away, takes your hand and brings you upstairs to her room.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes.” She says once she closes her door.

“And what are you going to do about that?” You ask her and she smirks before taking your sweater and shirt off. You then go and take her blazer and shirt off before both of you get on the bed.

You end up straddling her lap and she unclips your bra while you’re kissing her and you help her take it off before she throws it somewhere in the room. You then unclip her bra and you throw it away without any care once you get a look at her chest.

“Do you like them?” She asks when she sees you staring at her boobs and you nod.

You go directly to her neck while you cup both her breasts and she moans into the kiss. You push her back on the bed and then you take her leather pants and underwear off. You run your hands up her smooth legs all the way up to her hips. You see her start squirming under you and you smile.

“Eager already Melissa?” You ask her.

“You were pretty much grinding on me at the bar.” She says and you snort. You then bend down and wrap your mouth around a nipple and she moans out. You switch to her other nipple and you can tell she needs it bad.

“When was the last time you had sex with someone?” You ask her and she sighs.

“A few months.” She says and you hum.

“Really? You look like someone who can’t go that long without it and someone who can get someone no problem.” You tell her.

“You’re right, and yet you’re making me wait.” She tells you and you smirk. “I mean if you won’t do anything then I’ll just- oh god.” You cut her off by circling her clit and she’s now whimpering and gasping underneath you. You’re slowly circling her clit as you want to see her slowly come undone and also have her beg for more. You watch as she squirms, trying to get her high quicker but you’re not letting her. “Please, please go faster.” She begs and you smirk before circling her clit faster.

You feel her entire body under you and you listen to her as she comes and you don’t stop. You insert 2 fingers in her dripping centre and start fingering her while circling her clit. She gasps out and bucks her hips when you insert two fingers and starts moaning at the sensitivity.

“Oh god.” She begins saying like a mantra as she gets close to her second orgasm. She squeezes around your fingers and then she comes again and she holds your hand and gets you to pull out. You then lick your fingers and taste her and you moan at the taste.

“You taste good.” You tell her and she pulls you down to her.

“You think so?” She asks and you nod. She then pulls you into a kiss and tastes herself mixed with the taste of your mouth and she loves it. “Take the rest of your clothes off.” She orders and you immediately obey. “So obedient.” She smirks as you take your pants off.

“Something about you and your tone that makes me want to obey.” You tell her and she hums.

“Wish my second graders were like that as well.” She tells you and you tilt your head.

“You’re a teacher?” You ask her and she nods. “That’s so hot.” You tell her and then kiss her.

You feel her move her hand down and then she starts circling your clit and getting you all wet before she inserts a finger in your entrance. You moan into the kiss and then she slips another one in and then starts pumping in and out of you.

“What do you find hot about me being a teacher?” She asks and you have to take a few seconds to think about what she just asked you.

“I think it’s more about thinking of you…teaching me a lesson.” You say in between moans and she smirks.

“Why would you need to get taught a lesson? Have you been a bad girl?” She asks and she feels you get wetter after saying that. She then pulls out of you and flips you both so that she’s on top. She sticks her fingers back inside of you and she smiles at you gasping and moaning. “Be a good girl for your teacher and do as I say.” She tells you and you whimper while all the moisture goes right to your pussy. “Are you that excited to be a good girl for me?” She asks and you nod. She then curls her fingers inside of you and you start seeing stars.

“I’m so close, I’m so close.” You tell her and she feels you clench around her fingers and she moans at the feeling.

“Be a good girl and come for me.” She tells you and you immediately come, like the good girl you are.

She gets in bed beside you after helping you clean yourself up and she wraps and arm around you and you both fall asleep. The next morning Melissa wakes up and sees you’re already gone and she sighs. She walks downstairs, a bit weirdly due to last night and she sees a note.

‘Last night was fun, txt me ;)

xxx-xxx-xxxx’

She reads it with a smile and immediately puts your number in her phone and texts you.

Melissa: Hey, it’s the hot ginger. I noticed there was a girl missing in my bed this morning.

She texts it to you and then she goes to get breakfast ready but then gets a notification and sees it’s from you.

You: Hey hot ginger, maybe that should be your name in my phone 😉

You: Sorry I left, I had plans with my parents this morning but I’d like to do it again sometime if you also want to as well

Melissa: Yes I’d love to, just one question

You: What’s that?

Melissa: Mi casa or su casa?

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[remuswriting]

A KISS FROM THE SUN; MIYA ATSUMU

"Don't be shy. Let me hear you."

WORD COUNT: 326 words

TAGS: Post Time Skip; Making Out; Suggestive; Hickies; Male! Reader

NOTES: I have no idea if this is good because I genuinely never write this stuff. However, why not just write a short thing where it's just Y/N and Atsumu kissing? The world is my canvas, might as well have fun. (I'm sticking to my YA narratives, though. So this is probably a one time thing.)

Atsumu knows this is a bad idea, which may be why it’s such a good idea. It also doesn’t help that kissing Y/N has his head swimming, and every thought melting into nothing but the whimpers leaving him. The moment he’s able to think is when Y/N tugs at his hair slightly, ripping a moan out of him. Fuck.

Y/N pulls away slightly, their lips still so close together, and Atsumu whines as he chases after him. “Look at you,” Y/N says, and his voice is rough, showing that Atsumu isn’t the only one affected. “All desperate just from some kissing.”

Atsumu nods. “Yes,” he croaks out, and he wishes he could say more, but it’s hard. Y/N is still tugging at his hair, and the pain isn’t intense, but it has him seeing stars slightly from how good it feels. Everything feels so good.

His back hits the wall and Y/N’s knee parts Atsumu’s knees as he gets even more in his space. Atsumu wasn’t sure what he did in his previous life, but he must have been a saint to deserve this. That thought only grows louder when Y/N presses kisses along Atsumu’s jaw before nipping at his Adam’s apple. All that Atsumu does whimper and softly moan, but he wants to beg for marks. He wants Y/N to mark his territory, even if they’re not exclusive. Atsumu wants to be, though.

When Y/N finally bites the juncture of Atsumu’s neck and shoulder, Atsumu lets out a moan that has him slapping a hand over his mouth. Too loud. Way too loud for something so casual that no one is supposed to know about. Y/N laughs slightly before his tongue runs over the bite, as if trying to ease the pain.

“Don’t be shy,” Y/N says as he kisses up Atsumu’s neck and jaw before pressing a kiss to his lips. It’s far more innocent than anything they’ve shared before. “Let me hear you.”

[otherone12]

Wait, Are You In A Band?! (part2)

Basement!Gerard Way x Reader

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A/N: Hey!! Giving more Basement!Gee for u and using the idea @fangirlinc gave me, here is part 2 of this fic! And about the requests, i've been recieved a lot requests (and thanks so fucking much for each one!), but it's going to take me a while to write them. On my masterlist, you can see the order in which they will be published. I'm also giving preference to requests! Well, I hope you like it <3

Summary: Your boyfriend is the leader sing of a band, and his band's first show, unfortunally will be in the same moment as your cheer practice. A couple lies, a stage dive, and a bit of blood, made that moment memorable.

If you didn't read the 1st part, HERE it is.

- Word Count: 3.680

- Warnings: Blood!

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…-

Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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Reader’s 1st Person POV

Since that prom, that heated kiss, that dance, that moment that seemed like we were alone on that dance floor, Gerard and I started to date. 

We were by no means a conventional couple. He is a metalhead artist, with his leather jacket, black messy hair, faded band shirt, his talent and his amazing voice. And I'm a cheerleader who appreciates good music, with my high ponytail, skirt, pom poms and, just sometimes, band tees… 

In the beginning, I noticed the weird looks on the corridors when we walked holding hands. I didn’t care at all, but of course Gerard wasn’t used to the attention, and got adorably flustered every time.

Now, weeks later, we’re sitting on the floor for lunch as usual, laughing and talking like we always do. The sunlight streaming through the window highlights his features, but suddenly, his laughter fades. His smile turns shy, and there’s an edge of nervousness in his voice when he speaks.

- So… I was waiting to tell you in person… - the bit of insecurity creeped his voice when he said - My band… we are gonna play next sunday for the first time! Like, it is a small festival, and they are just gonna give us a beer after… but it's a beginning, right?

- Holy shit! - I almost screamed too loud, but his words reached me like a wave - Gee this is amazing! 

He didn’t respond at first, just stared at me with a shy smile, his face turning a bit red.

- You guys deserved this! You are awesome! - But my excitement was still bubbling inside of me - I can’t wait to be there, in the front row, screaming and cheering for you! 

- R-really? Uh, I mean… you’d really come cheer for us? - He rubbed the back of his neck, his fingers brushing through his messy black hair.

He didn't look confused, just a bit surprised by my enthusiasm.

- Of course! - My hand ment to his shoulder, and I nodded - I’m your girlfriend, it’s like an obligation. And the least I can do is be there for you. 

- I’m not used to people doing this… it’s kind of a new thing… - His awkward chuckle was the cutest thing ever - You are the best girlfriend ever… I mean, you are my first, but… uh…  you know what i mean and…

- Gee, i get it. Thank you - I say, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. - You are the best boyfriend ever.

His grin widens, but before we can savor the moment, the shrill ring of the bell snaps us back to reality.

Gerard stands first, then offers me his hand, helping me up.

- See you after school? - He asked, still holding my hand.

- Sorry, Gee… I have to practice today…- I sigh, hating to disappoint him - but hey, I text you when I'm at home, okay?

- Okay… - He pouts, squeezing my hand one last time before reluctantly heading off to class. 

 During practice, the only thing on my mind was Gerard on stage. I could practically see him, his messy black hair falling into his eyes, his voice raw with emotion as he sang his heart out. The first of a million performances, I was sure of it. The thought made me smile, even as I tried to focus on the routine. He deserved this, being himself, doing what he loved, without caring about the jerks who liked to mess with him.

But my daydream was shattered by my coach’s sharp voice cutting through the gym like a whip.

- Well, girls, we’re going to have extra practice on sunday. - At first, I thought I was listening wrong, but she wasn’t kidding - I wanna see all of you here, no excuses. 

Her words landed like a punch to my stomach.

My eyes widened, panic bubbling inside me. Sunday. Gerard’s first gig. My mind spun as I tried to piece together how I could possibly be in two places at once. There was no way I could miss his moment. I couldn’t.

Almost tripping over myself, I made a beeline for her, my thoughts racing as I fought to find the right words. My chest tightened, and I let out a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

- Uh… coach? -  I called, my voice a little too high-pitched as I approached her.

She turned, raising an eyebrow at me. I plastered on a hopeful smile, even though I felt like I was about to combust.

- I kind of have an extremely important commitment on sunday and-

- Look, this has to be perfect. You want to stay on the team, don’t you? - She was serious, I froze, nodding mechanically, my heart sinking.- Great. Then I will wait you here on sunday. Like I said, no excuses.

In desperation, I was about to start begging. I wanted to explain how much seeing my boyfriend on the stage was, and I’m not lying by saying that I’m one of the best cheerleaders of the team.

- But-

I started, but she cut me off. 

- No buts. You’re dismissed.

The whistle blew, signaling the end of practice, but my world felt like it had just been flipped upside down. As the other girls filed out, chatting and laughing, I stayed rooted in place, gripping my pom-poms like they were the only things keeping me together.

I can’t be in two places at the same time, but I can pretend I have an excuse she can't argue with. The moment I stepped at home, even before texting Gerard, I sent a message to my best friend.

Me: Heyy… So, I’ll need a huge favor on sunday…

Her: HII! What u need?

Me: Me: I can’t be at practice on sunday… I need you to cover me. Say to the coach that I am sick or something. 

Her: Y'know that coach isn’t dumb right?

Me: Ik but I kind of have no choice here.

Her: What is so important that will make you miss practicing and lie?!

Me: Gerard’s band is gonna be performing for the first time. I CAN’T LOSE IT!

Her: OMG! YOU TOTALLY NEED TO BE THERE!

Me: So, can I count on you?

Her: Just because I love you. But you owe me BIG TIME.

Me: Thank u! Love u 2 <3

Gerard’s 1st Person POV

I spent the next few days in a haze of nerves, unable to think about anything else. Nothing mattered except being perfect. No, absolutely perfect.

I sang the same songs over and over until the words didn’t even feel like words anymore, pacing around my room like a caged animal. My voice cracked, and every mistake sent a jolt of panic straight to my gut.

How can I not be nervous?

This is our first chance, our shot at being seen, and if I screw it up, what if we never get another one? The thought made my chest tighten, my breaths coming in shallow.

And then there was her. She’ll be there.

My stomach twisted at the thought of her standing in the crowd, watching me. Watching us. What if I mess up in front of her? What if she realizes I’m not as good as she thought I was, that I’m just some geek wannabe with a leather jacket?

I could almost see it: her face falling, the look of disappointment in her eyes. Maybe she’d finally notice all the other guys out there, guys who are cooler, more confident, better. Guys who deserve her way more than I do.

The spiral was relentless, like a storm in my head that wouldn’t let up no matter how hard I tried to shut it out. I kept telling myself, “You’re doing great. Everything’s gonna be fine.” I tried to believe it, but the words felt hollow, like they were bouncing off a wall I couldn’t break through.

“She loves you. She wouldn’t trade you for anyone, no matter how bad it gets.”

But even that wasn’t enough to stop the sinking feeling. What if I was wrong? What if I wasn’t enough for her? What if I mess it all up? 

I sat down on the edge of my bed, my heart was pounding, my palms were slick with sweat, and I felt like I might throw up at any moment.

- Pull it together, Gerard, - I muttered under my breath. But my voice wavered, even to my own ears. 

The show is tomorrow, and I will make this perfect. No matter what. If I have to do stage diving... that's a good idea actually.

Reader’s 1st Person POV

Finally the day arrived and I was excited, not just in a happy way of excitement, but I was afraid. Afraid that something could go wrong; afraid that my coach noticed that I was lying. My stomach was churning with that anxiety, but here I am, in front of the mirror, applying my eyeliner and getting ready to get out and meet Gerard at his house, where Mikey, Frank and Ray already were.

Didn’t take too long and I was there, too. My clothes are really different from the ones I used to wear at school. Nothing like my usual cheer uniform or the light academia outfits I wore. I was simply with one of Gerard’s faded band tees, my ripped jeans and boots. 

I rang the doorbell, and in one second Gerard opened the door. I could see how nervous he was, his shoulders were tense, and his smile hides his anxiety, even if it was really noticeable. 

- Hey, Gee! - Not waiting for his invitation, I hugged him tight, and his arms hung awkwardly by his side before he hugged me back. - So… today is the day, hum?

- Yeah… I-I guess so… - His voice above a whisper. 

- Don’t worry… - I backed off just enough to look in his eyes, I rested my hands on his chest as his stayed hesitantly on my waist - You’re gonna be perfect. 

- D-do you think so? - He furrowed, his voice shaking - I mean, what if-

- Gee, babe… I don’t think so. -  I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing his cheeks - I know so. 

He gave me a small smile, and I closed the space between us, kissing him, a quick pack, but enough to make his cheeks turn pink.

But the moment didn’t linger too much.

- Hey… not to interrupt the lovebirds here… - Mikey said, approaching - but we’ve got to go.

- Yeah, you are right… - Gerard blinked, snapping out of whatever trance he’d fallen into. He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers as we headed to the car.

The drive was a blur, and before long, we arrived at the park where the festival was happening. The small stage was already buzzing with activity. Crowds of people milled about, grabbing food and beer from the stalls, while speakers blared music to set the mood. I felt Gerard’s hand squeeze mine, while he looked around, frozen in his place. His eyes wide and his breath was coughing in his throat.

- I-i don’t know if I can do this… - he muttered, his voice barely audible over the hum of the crowd. His eyes fixed to that stage - There’s so many people. And it hasn’t even started yet… I should go back home and-

- Hey… Look at me… - I stepped in front of him, holding his hands in mine. - You are amazing. I can’t think of any other guy who can rock a show like I know you can. You are so talented, and you rehearsed so many times… 

His wide, panic-filled eyes met mine, and my heart squeezed at the vulnerability there.

- But what if they didn’t like it? - His voice cracked, and the raw insecurity in it broke my heart. - If all these people thought I'm a joke?  

- Babe, your lyrics are fucking awesome, and you are the greatest singer i’ve ever met. - My gaze didn’t leave his, I gave him a confident smile and gripped his hands a little tighter, my voice steady but firm. - You are not a joke, Gerard. You have more passion than anyone in that crowd could ever dream of. And I’ll be here to scream for you, no matter what, okay?

He nodded, even if he was still trying to convince himself that I was right. He took a deep breath before looking back to that stage.

- I got this…

Gerard’s 1st Person POV

I will not lie here. I was about to throw up. My mind was racing and I could barely pay attention to the other bands who played before us. Before I noticed, we were all on the stage, Frank, Mikey and Ray setting their instruments as I looked for my girlfriend in the crowd. When our eyes finally met, I let out a breath that I didn't even realize that I was holding.  

The stage lights were blinding, hotter than I’d expected. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest. The roar of the crowd… Well, it wasn’t a huge crowd, but it was big enough to send a shiver down my spine, buzzed in my ears, mingling with the feedback of the amps.

Mikey adjusted his bass strap while Frank fiddled with his guitar. Ray did the same… all of them looked calm and collected. How were they not losing their minds right now? My hands trembled as I gripped the microphone, and I forced myself to take a deep breath. You can do this, I thought, though my stomach was flipping like I’d just swallowed a swarm of bees.

I closed my eyes, feeling the sensation of the song on my ears. And before i noticed i was singing “Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us." like it was the most normal thing ever. When we played “Vampires Will Never Hurt You” I was already walking and jumping on the stage, just like I've dreamed of; like I practiced in my room; like I always imagined in the shower.

I caught glimpses of my girlfriend in the audience, her wide smile shining brighter than the stage lights. She was singing along, her hands raised high, and I swear it felt like she was holding me steady with her gaze.

And then came the moment I’d been thinking about all week.

I gripped the mic stand, leaning into it as the last notes of the previous song faded out. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, but I couldn’t stop smiling.

- This next song… - I paused, my voice shaking just a little as I scanned the crowd until my eyes locked on her. - This one’s for my girlfriend.

Her face lit up while the crowd erupted. 

- This one’s called… - I smiled, just for her, even if everyone was staring… - ‘Demolition Lovers.’!

Frank started playing the opening riff, and the sound was enough to drown out the world. My voice was steady as I sang, but my heart felt like it was beating in sync with every word.

It was like the song had been written just for this moment. Every lyric felt sharper, more personal, and the emotions poured out of me like I was confessing something sacred. My eyes kept flicking back to her, and every time I saw her smiling, mouthing the words back at me, it was like the rest of the crowd disappeared.

By the time we hit the final note, I was a sweaty, breathless mess. The applause was loud, filling every corner of the park, and it felt like I could float off the stage.

But I wasn’t done yet.

Without thinking, I stepped forward, holding my arms out wide. Damn I felt like a real rockstar. 

For a few wild seconds, I was weightless, the hands of the crowd catching me and pushing me up. The adrenaline was a roar in my ears, louder than the cheers and laughter around me. My arms flailed as I tried to stay balanced, but I was grinning so hard my cheeks hurt.

And then, bam.

Someone’s elbow smacked square into my nose, and a sharp, hot pain exploded across my face.

- Fuck! - I yelped, but my voice was drowned out by the noise. My hand flew to my face, and when I pulled it back, there was blood smeared across my fingers.

The crowd was still moving me, oblivious to my minor injury, and I had no choice but to laugh. By the time they passed me back toward the stage, my nose was still throbbing, but I was too high on adrenaline to care.

Reader’s 1st Person POV

I was almost exploding when he finished “Demolition Lovers”. I didn’t care about my cheer team, didn’t care about my coach or about how out of the team I would be if she discovered. At that point, I just knew that I was supposed to be here, not anywhere else. 

I screamed, and when noticed, Gerard jumped on the crowd. I wasn't close enough to hold him, but I couldn't stop jumping and applauding while the crowd moved him like a wave.

But when he was back on the stage, something caught my attention. His nose. Was bleeding.

I don’t know what, but something in that made something inside of me shifted. I was worried, of course, I didn’t want him to get hurt. But I could help but keep staring with admiration. 

I don’t know if it was his confidence up on that stage, or just the way the red of his blood looked so pretty on his pale skin. His blood was almost shining on his face, dripping and meeting his lips… his face framed in locks of hair glued with sweat around his face, fire and amusement on his eyes… Damn he is so hot. 

I made my way to the backstage, passing through the crowd in an attempt to talk to him. I squeezed through the crowd and finally reached the band. The sound of clapping, shouting and laughter filled the atmosphere, both in the crowd and backstage.

- Gee! - I yelled, and he turned to face me.

Without thinking he runned to me, wrapping his arms around me. 

- You did it! - I said, still hugging him - You were perfect! I’m so proud of you!

My arms still wrapped around his neck, we parted just enough to look at each other. His hands holding my waist again, 

- I-i… I think I really rocked… - His smile was wide, but a bit shy - Thanks to you, cause if you didn’t encourage me, I’d probably never get to that stage.

- But… are you okay? Your nose… - I started, cupping his face. 

- I’m fine… just I got elbowed - He chuckled, whipping the blood on his nose. - But it was kinda nice, right?

- Are you kidding?! You made a fucking stage dive! This was more than just nice - My eyes wide and my smile grew even more - You are a rockstar, Gee. My rockstar.

His shy smile faltered for a second, replaced by something hungrier, something that made my heart pound harder. His hands tightened on my waist, pulling me closer, and his gaze flickered down to my lips.

I didn’t give him a chance to overthink it.

Grabbing the collar of his leather jacket, I yanked him forward, crashing my lips against his. He froze for a split second, probably startled by my boldness, but then he melted into me, his arms wrapping tighter around my waist as he kissed me back with everything he had.

The taste of him was intoxicating—salty sweat, a hint of metallic blood, and something unmistakably , his lips. The blood from his nose smeared against my lips, warm and sticky, and instead of recoiling, it only spurred me on.

My fingers tangled in the lapels of his jacket, holding him as close as possible while his hands roamed my back, pulling me flush against him. The kiss was messy and desperate, teeth grazing, breaths mingling, and I couldn’t get enough.

I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, my lips brushing against his as I spoke.

- You’re bleeding all over me, - I whispered, my voice teasing, but my eyes betrayed the heat still coursing through me.

He let out a breathless laugh, his forehead resting against mine. 

- Sorry… kinda messy, huh? - His cheeks were flushed, and his lips were stained with both blood and the remnants of our kiss.

- Messy suits you, - I said, my fingers tracing his jawline, smearing a little more blood in the process. I leaned in, biting his lower lip gently, and his sharp intake of breath sent a thrill down my spine.

- If I didn’t know you, I would say you’re enjoying that too much - he murmured, his voice rough and low, his hands gripping my hips like he needed to ground himself.

- Maybe I am - I replied, my lips brushing against his again.

I kissed him once more, slower this time but just as intense, savoring the way his body pressed into mine and how he clung to me like I was the only thing keeping him steady. The noise around us, cheering, laughing, the distant hum of the crowd, faded into the background. In this moment, it was just him and me, tangled together in the aftermath of his chaos.

When we finally pulled apart, his lips were swollen, his nose still dripping faintly, and he looked like he’d just stepped out of a dream, or a nightmare, depending on how you looked at it.

- You’re… unbelievable, - he muttered, his voice filled with awe, his thumb brushing over my cheek.

I smiled, breathless and exhilarated, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand and laughing when I saw the streak of red. 

- Guess we’ll both need to clean up after this.

- Worth it, - He said softly, his gaze locking with mine. And in his eyes, I saw it: the fire, the vulnerability, and the overwhelming gratitude that made my chest tighten in the best way.

- Come on, rockstar, - I whispered, taking his hand. - Let’s go celebrate.

And just like that, we went out to grab a beer, and I couldn't care less about my lie.

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[reigns-devotee]

The Twisted Series Masterlist

Chapter 1: Igniting the Flame

Summary: As they clash over their undeniable attraction, Raven struggles with the consequences of giving in to her growing desire, while Roman pushes her to confront what she truly wants. Their charged interaction escalates, leaving Raven torn between the professional world she's built and the magnetic pull Roman has on her.

Warnings: Language, 18+

WC: 5k

As soon as I step into WWE headquarters, the vibe’s already giving me “you don’t belong here” energy, but I push through. I barely have time to adjust to the chaos around me before my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, half expecting a random meme from Selena or some crazy inside joke from Cassidy, but nah. It’s Triple H.

I tap the message, heart racing for no reason, and the moment I see his name, my stomach drops.

“You’re going to be interviewing Roman Reigns today.”

My mind? Blank. My stomach? Twisted in a knot, like it just took a nosedive off a cliff. Roman fucking Reigns? As in theRoman Reigns, the Tribal Chief, the face of WWE? On my first day as a reporter? This is either some kind of sick joke or a test to see if I can handle the chaos that comes with being part of this universe. But honestly, I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that I have to interview him, or the fact that my brain is spiraling out of control at the thought of it. My nerves are doing their own thing, and I can already feel the sweat creeping in. I’m way too new for this.

“Youre fucking joking.” I whisper to myself, glaring at the message like it’s gonna magically change. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.

My heels click on the floor with each step, echoing down the hallway like a reminder that I’m actually here. WWE Headquarters. This place is like a damn circus, and I’m just trying not to get lost in the chaos. As I walk past reception, a thought crosses my mind, and I can’t shake it: Should’ve been a damn stripper like Tia. I mean, seriously, what’s stopping me? I’ve got the ass, I’ve got the tits, why not use what I’ve got? The wrestling world is full of bigger-than-life personalities, but let’s be real—I’ve got the body, so I’m not exactly out of place in a different kind of world.

But before I can spiral too deep into my self-doubt, I round the corner, and bam. There it is. The wrestling chaos I’ve been hearing about in stories but never actually seen. Wrestlers in their gear, muscles bulging, faces intense as they prep to head out to the ring. It’s like being dropped into a real-life action movie, and I feel like a fish out of water. I don’t duck my head, though, I’m not some shy rookie who’s gonna blend in. Nah, I’m better than that.

I force myself to keep my head up, standing tall, shoulders back like I belong here—like I’m already part of this world. “Keep your head up, ma,” I whisper to myself, mentally slapping some confidence back into my chest. I wave as I pass by, flashing my best smile like I’ve been here a hundred times, even if my heart is about to beat out of my chest.

Everyone’s doing their thing, too focused on their own routines to pay attention to me. But I catch a few glances, some nods, a couple of smiles in return, which does wonders for my ego. It’s small, but hey, I’ll take it.

Finally, I reach the door. The one that makes my stomach drop all over again. “Roman Reigns,” it says, in bold letters. Like his name is written in gold or something.

For a second, I hesitate. Do I knock? Do I just barge in like I belong here? But before I can second-guess myself again

I reach for the door handle, expecting it to open like every other damn door I’ve walked through today. But, of course, it doesn’t. It’s stuck. I push harder, but nothing. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck as I strain against the door. Seriously? I roll my eyes at myself. This is the most rookie move I could possibly pull, but I can’t stop now. With another push, I lean my shoulder into it, almost ready to just kick the damn thing in when— whoosh—the door swings open faster than I can prepare for.

And, naturally, I go flying forward, landing flat on my ass. My heart goes into overdrive as I catch myself, bracing for the embarrassment that’s already washing over me. But it doesn’t last long. My gaze shoots up, and there he is—Roman fucking Reigns, standing right in front of me.

I freeze for a moment, my heart pounding harder than it ever has in my life. I can’t even form words, just staring up at him as my mind scrambles. My eyes scan his frame from the ground up—his muscular legs in those cargo pants, his bare chest still glistening with sweat from his match. I can’t even think straight, too caught up in how… otherworldly he looks. Like he belongs on some sort of throne.

It’s then that I realize I’m not alone. Three other guys stand behind him, glancing down at me like I’m just another speed bump in their day. They don’t even bat an eye, stepping over me without hesitation. Just a casual wave of their hands like I’m not even there.

Roman, though? He stands still, looking down at me like I’m some kind of puzzle he’s trying to figure out. My stomach flips as I quickly scramble to sit up, my hands trying to steady myself on the floor as I stare up at him. I want to say something, anything, but the words feel stuck in my throat.

I finally glance up to find his eyes locking with mine. There’s this intensity there, like he’s not just seeing me but seeing right through me. His face is unreadable—stone cold, like he’s seen it all before. But then he does something that completely messes with my head.

He flicks his finger.

It’s barely a movement, but suddenly, the other guys behind him know it’s time to leave. They move without question, the door closing softly behind them, leaving Roman and me alone in this awkward, charged silence.

I try to stand up but end up just sitting there like an idiot, like I can’t move. Roman doesn’t even flinch. He just keeps his gaze on me, his eyes dark and calculating. I must look like a damn puppy, lost and confused, because I swear I can feel myself shrinking under that look.

“Easy there, sweetheart,” he says, his voice low but dripping with that alpha energy. “You okay?”

I nod quickly, finally finding my voice. “Yeah… just, uh, just a little… wow.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by my reaction, but doesn’t break the silence. I can’t tell if it’s teasing or curiosity.

Roman’s hand extends towards me, an unexpected gesture that makes me freeze for just a second. The roughness of his skin and the veins snaking up his forearm are visible, yet the warmth in his grip is surprisingly soft, almost gentle. It doesn’t make sense. His hands should feel like they belong to someone who could tear down a wall with ease, but they feel… human.

I quickly shake the thoughts away, forcing myself to pull away as I stand up, brushing myself off. I clear my throat. “I… I’m um… I have to interview you today. Triple H said so,” I say, feeling like a total dork as the words tumble out of my mouth. My voice sounds small compared to the magnitude of the man standing before me.

Roman lets out a low chuckle, deep and rich, the kind of sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “Man, he already got you running around, huh?” His tone is teasing, but there’s something more behind it. A knowing. He doesn’t say it outright, but I can tell he’s aware of the impact he’s having on me.

Now that I’m on my feet, I take a moment to steady myself. The chaos of just a minute ago seems to dissipate, but the electricity between us? That’s still lingering. He doesn’t say a word, just turns and walks toward his table. He leans against the wall, sipping from a cup of coffee like it’s just another casual Tuesday. His posture, the way he holds himself, makes my stomach flip. His cargos hang perfectly on his hips, just right, and I can’t help but notice the way the muscles in his chest flex as he takes a sip.

I force myself to focus. I pull out my notepad and pen, trying to keep my cool as I take a seat on the couch opposite him. I can’t help but notice the way he’s so effortlessly commanding the space around him, his presence almost overwhelming. His body is all strength, but there’s something about the way he leans against the wall that’s so relaxed. Too relaxed. Like he knows exactly the effect he has on me.

I try to shake it off, but when I glance up, I catch him looking at me. I swear, I’m not staring at him on purpose, but somehow, my gaze locks onto him like he’s the only thing in the room. And before I can look away, he speaks, his voice low, gravelly.

“You gonna stare, or are you gonna do something about it, sweetheart?” His words hang in the air, thick with intention, and I freeze. My heart skips a beat, my face flushing as I scramble to respond.

“I-... it’s not like that,” I stammer, my words a jumbled mess. I’m definitely not used to being spoken to like that, especially not by someone as intimidating as Roman.

But before I can finish my sentence, he cuts me off with a soft, firm chuckle. “Just ask your questions, Raven.”

My name on his lips. It’s not just a name anymore. It’s like he’s claiming it, making it his own. The way he says it, smooth and demanding, makes something inside me stir. I can’t deny the effect he’s having on me.

“How’d you know my n-”

“I know everything…” he interrupts, his voice sharp but calm, as if the answer was obvious. Then, just when I think I might lose my grip on this whole interview, he takes a step closer to me.

My pulse quickens as he moves, his presence suddenly even more intense as he stands directly in front of me. “Now, let’s get this over with,” he says, his voice low, calm, but with an edge to it that sends a shiver down my spine.

I can’t even speak, let alone respond. His proximity, his words, everything about him is too much. But somehow, I manage to pull myself together, ready to face whatever this interview—and Roman—throws at me next.

Roman

I didn’t need this shit today.

Hell, I didn’t need this shit any day. Between holding the Bloodline together and keeping myself at the top of this business, the last thing I wanted was to be babysitting some rookie reporter with wide eyes and shaky hands. But here I am, standing in my locker room, staring down at her.

“Now let’s get this over with,” I say, stepping closer, trying to keep my voice steady and professional.

She doesn’t move at first. Just sits there on the edge of the couch like a deer caught in headlights. For a moment, I wonder if she’s even breathing.

Damn it, Triple H. This is exactly the kind of thing he loves to throw at me. He probably thinks it’s funny—put the Tribal Chief in a room with a newbie and watch the chaos unfold. But there’s something different about this one. Raven.

I don’t know why, but she’s been under my skin from the moment I first saw her name pop up in the roster. Maybe it’s the way she carries herself—like she’s got something to prove. Or maybe it’s how she’s trying so damn hard not to let her nerves show, even though I can see right through her.

Her voice pulls me back to the present. “Okay, um… let’s start,” she says, fumbling with her notepad.

I watch as she clicks her pen a few times, her fingers trembling slightly. It’s almost… endearing. I shouldn’t be paying attention to details like that. But I can’t seem to help myself.

“Ask your questions,” I say, leaning back against the wall again. I take another sip of coffee, trying to act like this is just another interview. Like she’s just another reporter.

She glances up at me, her eyes meeting mine for a split second before darting away. “Right. Um… so, Roman, what does being the Tribal Chief mean to you?”

It’s such a standard question, and I could give her the usual rehearsed answer. The one I’ve given a hundred times before. But something about the way she’s looking at me—like she’s waiting for something real—makes me pause.

“What does it mean to me?” I repeat, my voice slow, deliberate. I tilt my head slightly, watching her reaction. “It means everything. My family. My legacy. My power. It’s not just a title—it’s who I am.”

Her pen scratches against the notepad as she scribbles down my words. I notice how she bites her lip in concentration, her brow furrowed.

“And how do you balance that?” she asks, her voice a little steadier now. “Your family, your career, the pressure—it’s a lot to carry.”

She doesn’t even realize how close she’s getting to the real question. The one I’ve been asking myself for months now.

I cross my arms over my chest, considering her words. “You don’t balance it,” I say finally. “You sacrifice. You fight. You do whatever it takes to stay on top.”

Her eyes meet mine again, and this time, she doesn’t look away. There’s something in her gaze—curiosity, maybe. Or understanding. Like she’s starting to see the man behind the title.

The silence stretches between us, and for a moment, I wonder if she’s going to ask anything else. But then she shifts in her seat, her pen hovering over the page.

“You’ve been on top for so long,” she says softly. “Do you ever think about what comes next?”

The question hits me harder than it should. I straighten up, the coffee cup forgotten in my hand. “Next?” I echo, my tone sharp. “There is no ‘next.’ This is it. This is who I am.”

Her eyes widen slightly, and I realize my voice came out harsher than I intended. I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

“Look,” I say, my tone softer now, “you’re new here. You don’t understand how this business works yet. But you will. And when you do, you’ll see that there’s no room for ‘what comes next.’ You either stay on top, or you don’t.”

She nods slowly, her pen moving again. But I can tell she’s not writing down my answer. She’s thinking, processing. And for some reason, I don’t want her to leave this room thinking I’m just some cold, calculated machine.

Before I can stop myself, I speak again. “What about you?”

Her head snaps up, her eyes wide with surprise. “Me?”

“Yeah,” I say, my voice steady. “Why are you here, Raven? Why WWE? What are you chasing?”

For a moment, she looks like she doesn’t know how to answer. But then, she straightens her shoulders, her expression determined.

“I’m here because I love this business,” she says firmly. “Because I want to tell the stories that matter. The ones people remember.”

Her words catch me off guard. I didn’t expect that kind of conviction from someone so new. But there it is, clear as day.

I nod, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Fair enough,” I say.

The tension in the room shifts slightly, the air feeling a little lighter. But there’s still something unspoken between us. Something I can’t quite put into words.

“Alright,” I say finally, pushing off the wall. “Let’s wrap this up.”

As she gathers her things, I can’t help but watch her. There’s something about Raven that I can’t shake. Something that makes me feel like this interview is just the beginning.

Raven

After the interview, I was completely breathless. I ain’t never been that nervous around a man in my life. Never. They’re usually the ones tripping over their words, not me. But Roman? Oh no, he wasn’t. He was calm, cool, and in control—and I was the one fumbling like I just got caught sneaking out past curfew.

The audacity.

I tried to shake it off as the day went on, burying myself in work. I had interviews lined up back-to-back: Seth Rollins with his cocky smirk, Bianca Belair with her endless energy, and a few up-and-coming stars trying to prove themselves. But even with all that, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way he looked at me, the way he said my name like he already owned it.

By the time my shift ended, I was mentally done. WWE HQ is intense on a normal day, but with Roman lingering in the back of my mind? It felt like I had been running a marathon in heels.

I didn’t waste any time changing my clothes and heading to Brickell City Centre to meet up with my girls. The second I pulled into the parking garage, I already felt a little lighter.

Selena was waiting by the entrance, her notepad clutched to her chest. She’s been killing it as an upcoming writer for WWE, already pitching storylines and character arcs like she’s been here forever. Then there was Tia, strutting out of a high-end store with a designer bag in one hand and a coffee in the other. She chose the lavish stripper life instead of joining WWE, and honestly? She made it look good. And last but not least, Cassidy, fresh off her SmackDown debut, walking up with that “don’t mess with me” energy she’s always had.

We’ve been tight since middle school. Through bad haircuts, first crushes, and every ridiculous thing in between, we stuck together. Now here we were, all chasing our dreams—just in different ways.

“Girl, you look fucked,” Tia said, raising an eyebrow as I walked up.

“Damn, thanks,” I shot back, rolling my eyes.

“Rough day at the office?” Selena teased, nudging me with her elbow.

“Literally,” I muttered, the image of Roman flashing in my mind.

Cassidy smirked, crossing her arms. “Let me guess. Big Dog got you simping?”

I froze for a second too long, and they all pounced.

“Oh my God, it was him!” Selena gasped, her eyes lighting up.

Tia let out a dramatic laugh. “Raven, I swear, if you don’t spill every single detail, we’re disowning you as our bitch.”

I sighed, shaking my head as we walked into the mall together. “Fine, but y’all better buy me a drink first.”

They laughed, and just like that, the tension of the day melted away. Whatever Roman Reigns did to my head, my girls were here to remind me who I was.

And I’d be damned if I let one man—no matter how fine—throw me off my game.

As I strolled past one of the oversized mirrors lining the hallway, my reflection caught my eye. I slowed down, smirking at the sight of myself. The outfit? Clocked. Hair? Laid. And the way my ass poked against the green Nike shorts added that little extra something.  

One more glance at the picture, and I hit post, smiling as the likes started rolling in almost instantly. Sometimes, you just gotta remind the world—and yourself—exactly how much of a bad bitch you are.

Roman

The arena was finally silent. The roar of the crowd had faded, leaving behind the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint echo of footsteps in the distance. Most of the crew had packed up and left, the wrestlers were either at the hotel or out blowing off steam, and I was still here.  

The locker room smelled of sweat, leather, and the sharp tang of cologne. I sat on the edge of the bench, elbows resting on my knees, staring blankly at my phone. Paul’s text from earlier glared back at me:  

“Good work tonight, my Tribal Chief. Tomorrow, see you at 10.”

I tossed the phone onto my duffel bag, exhaling sharply. My head wasn’t on tomorrow, or the Bloodline’s next big move. It wasn’t even on tonight’s match. It was stuck on her.  

Raven.  

That interview.  

Her nervous energy. The way her voice trembled at first, like she wasn’t sure she belonged there, but quickly found its rhythm. The way her eyes darted around the room, only meeting mine when she thought I wasn’t looking. I could feel her trying to hold her ground, trying to match my presence, but her nervous tells gave her away—biting her lip, tapping her pen.  

For most people, I’d brush it off, let them fade into the background like they always do. But with her? Nah, she lingered.  

I leaned back, dragging a hand over my face, groaning softly. What the hell was it about her? Maybe it was the way she tried so hard to stay professional while her body language screamed the opposite. Or maybe it was the way she looked at me—like she wanted to run but also wanted to stay and figure me out.  

I started to feel something rise on me. And it wasn’t a brow. My gaze dropped to my lap, and I rolled my eye in frustration.  

“There’s no fucking way,” I muttered under my breath, shifting uncomfortably.  

I stood abruptly, grabbing my duffel bag and slinging it over my shoulder. The weight felt heavier than usual, or maybe that was just me. I needed to clear my head, and staying here wasn’t helping.  

A knock at the door interrupted my spiral.  

“Come in,” I said, my voice sharp.  

Jimmy poked his head in, grinning like always. “Yo, we’re heading out. You coming?”  

I shook my head. “Nah, not tonight.”  

He chuckled, stepping further in. “You good, Uce? You seem... off.”  

I raised a brow, my expression hardening. “I’m fine. Just tired.”  

Jimmy shrugged, his smirk widening. “Sure, tired. Don’t stay here all night, though. Whatever’s got you in your head, it’ll still be there tomorrow.”  

“Go,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument.  

He raised his hands in mock surrender and backed out of the room. His laughter faded as he joined the others down the hall.  

I stood there for a moment, staring at the open door before finally stepping out into the quiet hallways of the arena. My reflection caught my eye in the glass doors—broad shoulders, hard eyes, the Tribal Chief. The Head of the Table.  

But underneath the title, the power, the expectation, I could feel something else bubbling—something I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time.  

Need.  

And as much as I wanted to fight it, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was the reason for it.

Raven

The next 2 day felt like a fresh start—or at least I told myself it would be. I woke up early, got my coffee, and pulled out one of my best outfits for another round of interviews. A fitted black dress with a sleek blazer, heels that clicked with authority. Professional, but still me.  

By the time I got to the arena, my nerves from the other day were almost forgotten. Almost.  

I was in the middle of interviewing Cody Rhodes, who was all charm and confidence, answering my questions with ease. The camera crew stood nearby, adjusting their angles while Cody leaned casually against the backdrop.  

“So, Cody,” I said, holding my notepad tightly, “what’s the mindset heading into your next match? Any specific strategy?”  

He grinned, tilting his head as if the question amused him. “You know, Raven, it’s all about staying focused. The goal is simple—prove why I’m at the top of my game.”  

I nodded, scribbling down notes while trying not to be distracted by the growing heat in the room. But it wasn’t Cody that had me on edge.  

It was him.  

Roman.  

I could feel his presence before I even saw him. The heavy weight of his gaze pressed against my back, making the hairs on my neck stand on end. Cody noticed my shift in focus and raised a brow, his grin turning curious.  

“You good?” Cody asked, his voice low enough that the camera wouldn’t catch it.  

“Yeah,” I replied quickly, forcing a smile. “Let’s keep going.”  

But before I could ask the next question, a shadow loomed over us. I turned slightly, and there he was. Roman Reigns.  

His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw and the fire in his eyes were unmistakable. Without a word, he grabbed my wrist—not harshly, but firmly—and started walking away, pulling me with him.  

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I exclaimed, trying to keep up with his long strides. “Roman, what the fuck? I’m in the middle of an interview!”  

He didn’t respond, didn’t even look at me. The camera crew and Cody stood frozen, their eyes wide with confusion.  

“Roman, I swear to God, let me go!” I hissed, struggling against his grip.  

We rounded the corner, and I realized where he was taking me—his locker room. The door slammed shut behind us, and he finally let go of my wrist. I stumbled back a step, glaring at him.  

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped, my chest heaving with a mix of anger and adrenaline. “You can’t just drag me away like that! I could get fired for this!”  

He crossed his arms, leaning back against the door, his towering frame blocking my only exit. “You won’t get fired,” he said calmly, his voice low and steady.  

“Oh, really? And how do you know that?” I shot back, my hands on my hips.  

“Because no one would dare question me,” he replied, his tone dripping with authority.  

I scoffed, throwing my hands up. “Bullshit. Do you even hear yourself? This is my job, Roman. My career. You don’t get to just—”  

He cut me off, stepping closer. “And you think I don’t know that? You think I don’t see how hard you’re working, trying to prove yourself in a place that’ll eat you alive if you let it?”  

I froze, caught off guard by the intensity in his voice.  

“This isn’t about your interview,” he continued, his gaze locking onto mine. “This is about the way you’re in my head, Raven. The way I can’t focus because all I can think about is you.”  

My breath hitched, and for a moment, I couldn’t speak. The air between us was thick, charged with something I couldn’t quite name.  

“Roman...” I started, my voice softer now.  

But he shook his head. “Don’t try to deny it. I see the way you look at me. You feel it too.”  

I wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but the words wouldn’t come. Because deep down, I knew he was right.

The silence hung heavy between us, thick with tension. Roman's words echoed in my mind, colliding with the protests I wanted to voice but couldn’t bring myself to say. My heart raced as I looked up at him, his dark eyes boring into mine like he could see straight through me.

I swallowed hard, trying to gather myself. “Roman, this... whatever you’re thinking, it’s not possible,” I said, though my voice wavered. “You’re—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, his tone firm but not unkind. “Don’t finish that sentence. I know exactly what you’re about to say, and I don’t care.”

“You should care,” I shot back, finding some of my fire again. “This isn’t just about us. There are people watching, consequences, reputations. I can’t afford to—”

“Do you think I care about reputations?” he asked, cutting me off again. He pushed off the door and closed the space between us in two deliberate steps. “I’ve built mine by doing whatever the hell I wanted, and it’s worked out just fine.”

I took a step back, bumping into the edge of the table behind me. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re Roman Reigns. I’m just... me.”

His brow furrowed, and he tilted his head slightly, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You think you’re just ‘you’?” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Raven, you walked into this place and turned heads without even trying. You think I’m the only one who’s noticed? You’ve got fire in you, and everyone can see it. But you’re so busy worrying about stepping out of line that you don’t even realize the power you have.”

His words hit me harder than I expected, leaving me speechless for a moment. My throat felt tight as I looked up at him, trying to process the mix of frustration and admiration in his gaze.

“But I see it,” he continued, his voice softer now. “I see you, Raven. And I’m done pretending I don’t.”

The air between us was suffocating, charged with an intensity that made my skin tingle. I tried to find something to say, something to diffuse the situation or at least create some distance, but nothing came to mind.

“Roman, this isn’t fair,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m just trying to do my job. You’re making it... impossible to focus.”

He smirked, but it wasn’t smug. It was something softer, almost amused. “Good,” he said simply.

“Good?” I echoed, my brows knitting together.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning down just enough to bring his face closer to mine. “Because maybe it’s time you stop hiding behind that job and start focusing on what you really want.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I hated how much they affected me. My pulse thundered in my ears as I stared up at him, caught between wanting to push him away and wanting to pull him closer.

“This... this can’t happen,” I managed to say, though even I didn’t sound convinced.

“Why not?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

“Because it’s dangerous,” I said, my breath hitching as he moved even closer.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a ripple of heat through me. “Raven, I’ve built my life on danger. What’s one more risk?”

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Since they've met. God, Reggie's been hiding his desires all this time? And Dmitri, fuck, he's been just as guilty, drowning in his own need, denying it, but never fully letting it go. He doesn't regret putting friendship first, not really... but he knows, deep down, that he'll regret this. He'll regret giving in. Regret the way he's about to break beneath the crushing pressure of everything he's been holding back. But it doesn't matter anymore. The dam's broken. He's past the point of reason. He needs Reggie----- like oxygen, like his next heartbeat, as if being inside him tonight is the only thing capable of keeping him from snapping completely. Nevertheless, Dmitri doesn't call him out, doesn't demand words or confessions, even when a part of him aches to. They're both caught in this unspoken agreement, shackled by the same fire. All secrets laid bare. No masks. No hiding. Just unfiltered, desperate need, and the silent promise that, for tonight, neither of them will judge the other for finally breaking.

In moments like this, Dmitri realizes this is all he’s ever wanted: Reggie near enough to steal his breath, that beautiful face tinged with a shy blush, their noses brushing in a tormenting almost-kiss... and Reggie's hand on his cock, stroking him through the fabric of his boxers. It’s a fantasy made flesh, so consuming it leaves Dmitri’s brown eyes blazing with lust and awe, pleasure spreading with thickly molten heat in his groin, pooling through his tense, muscular thighs in relentless, intoxicating pulses. But that's---- fuck, that's not what nearly undoes him. Physical touch is captivating, yes, but when Reggie's voice drops, needy and pleading? Saying Dmitri was unprepared would be a laughable understatement.

This time, Dmitri leans forward, his breath catching as he presses his lips to Reggie's in a slow, burning kiss, gentle and full of aching tenderness. Showing how grateful he is for Reggie's vulnerable pleas that shoot straight down to his cock, the impressive girth feeling all heavy against Dmitri's thigh, and twitching needily under the palm doing all the cupping and stroking. (A life like this, where kisses are soft, loving, and hands roam with intention, discovering and teasing each other's sweetest spots, would be incredible to come home to, time and again. Dmitri knows it can’t happen, that it's impossible, but for now, he feels as if he's stepped into the most euphoric, otherworldly dream.)

Let me show you how well I can take it. That, plays on his mind again and again. Makes his cock so unfairly heavy and hard and----- he'd always suspected, quietly, but he'd never known his friend could be so mesmerizing, like a force of nature, too powerful to resist.

"Mm," a low rumble vibrates from Dmitri’s solid chest, his muscles shifting with the subtle movement as his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, savoring the heady pleasure of having Reggie this close, so vulnerable, so eager. ...But Dmitri wouldn’t be Dmitri if he didn’t bully him, at least a little. Not like he would with a faceless stranger who existed only to satisfy a physical need. No, Reggie deserves as much as he can bear, but Dmitri would never unleash his full force on him. The weight of their friendship holds him back, keeps him from giving in entirely to the darker urges that stir beneath the surface, the ones that could overwhelm them both. Despite everything, though, he can still indulge in a fleeting bite of his dominance, and watch Reggie respond to the subtle force of it. "I dunno, princess..." His voice emerges as a gruff growl rather than a whisper, cutting through the crackling fire before pausing as Dmitri presses another soft kiss to Reggie’s silky-smooth lips. His best friend's lips were definitely fucking addictive, and they probably shouldn't get used to kissing like this... but oh well. "I think you can beg better than that."

That devilishly handsome mouth curves into a satisfied smirk, enjoying every second of this, and then----- Dmitri's scooping those big hands beneath Reggie’s bottom, pulling him up with a strength that leaves no room for escape, urging him to hold on as Dmitri swings his legs over the edge of the couch and rises to his feet. As he stands, he cradles Reggie's clinging form effortlessly, his body a perfect blend of power and grace, the years of hard training not only shaping his physique but fortifying it with a strength that makes carrying Reggie feel like the simplest thing in the world. Every bit of that conditioning, every moment spent building his body, has thankfully led him to this, where handling Reggie is second nature. With that smirk still playing on his lips, and a warm, fond gleam in his eyes, Dmitri walks toward the stairs, feeling the pulse of Reggie’s arousal pressed against him, the heat of it burning against his torso as he carries him upward.

When they reach the bedroom, Dmitri kicks the door open with a force that sends a thrill through the air. He strides to the foot of the large bed and falls onto it with raw urgency; it's a masterpiece of opulence and power, black silk sheets stretched over the mattress like a dark embrace, their smooth surface inviting yet commanding. The furs on top are deep and rich, silvery greys and dusky browns, with matching silk pillows scattered across like darkened clouds. It's certainly a room suffused with a masculine elegance, the polished dark wood of the walls and floors gleaming with a subdued, sensual glow. On the walls, grand, framed portraits of legendary fighters and boxers stare down, and the air remains thick with the scent of wood and leather furniture. Dmitri pulls Reggie, possessive hands sinking into Reggie's supple hips, his touch hungry and firm as he keeps him seated on his lap. Strong digits stroke over the warm, smooth flesh of those hips, a heated sound of satisfaction rolling in his chest.

Their mouths meet in another frantic crash, desperate, starving----- tongues flickering and exploring again. The soft flesh of their lips have even started throbbing from the intense pressure, molding against each other in a fevered dance, pushing, pulling, and yielding, but it's just so fucking good that obviously they don't know when to stop, and it's hardly worth even trying to catch a breath. And, of course, Dmitri makes Reggie roll those fine hips, forcing him to hump down into his lap and provide his cock with that sweet friction that's only teasingly enough. After a while, Dmitri can't take it anymore, pulling away from the kiss with a sharp breath, his intense brown eyes locking onto Reggie, cutting through him with pure intimidation. Well, what would've made anyone else start to cower a bit, but probably not his best friend. "Let's get you undressed," he harshly rasps, and---- yeah, they're doing this. It's happening. And he keeps his gaze fixed on Reggie, searching for any hint of hesitation or fear, any sign that this isn’t what he wants. "Undressed... and on the bed. You got that?" His voice, low and strained, begins to take on some semblance of order as he lets Reggie slip off his lap. Then, Dmitri stands with a powerful fluidity, his form a looming presence in the dark as he prowls, lifting an expectant brow at Reggie. The silence stretches between them before he moves to light the vanilla candles on the wooden tables, the flickering flames casting shadows that seem to pulse with the mounting intensity.

reggie's so hard in his sweatpants that he's pretty sure he could shatter glass with his cock. it's instinct, the way his body rolls against dmitri's lap, seeking friction and moaning like a whore into his best friend's mouth as snatches of relief from that pressure shoot stars behind his eyelids, over and over like a meteor shower dancing in his head. he's pretty sure, if he were one to make idle guesses, that he could come basically untouched in these sweats if he keeps this up. if dmitri keeps this up.

the kiss is incredible. it's hungry and primal. the romantic in reggie is all but silenced as some kind of animal takes over in his mind, teeth and tongue and lips working together and against one another all at the same time. he isn't afraid to fight for dominance with the other man, not in this kiss, simply because he knows, somewhere deep down, that he'll relent control eventually and give himself over to dmitri's wiles and whims. he's never been an exceedingly dominant man in bed. he's fucked and he's been fucked, and he didn't mind either, but some sick primal part of him loves the feeling of being taken over, and he's been friends with the other man long enough to know that he's in for just that if he lets himself submit to it.

there's a soft hiss that slips through his teeth when he feels the sting of the bite the other man delivers, and while he had expected, at least on some level, that he wouldn't be walking away from this unmarked, he hadn't quite expected it, and jerks back from the sensation only for a moment, just in time for dmitri to shudder out an apology that he's already accepted. some part of him has gone completely soft in the center, warm lava pooling in his veins, his chest, his stomach, and leaking from his aching cock, but he's trying to tamper down some of the more powerful feelings that are trying to bubble to the surface.

it isn't the time. it may never be the time. this is a mistake he's letting himself make for one night. giving in to the pleasure that dmitri is promising him so that he can hold the memory forever, even if they never speak of it again.

he's letting himself be heartbroken so that he can have the experience.

warm golden brown eyes take a moment too long to open when the kiss is broken again, and just in time to see long stretches of taut muscle and gleaming skin, and his eyes drink it in with a newfound appreciation. oggling his best friend had never been on the table before, but in the dim glow of firelight, he feels like he has permission to drink in every curve, every muscle, every inch that he can. his mind conjures fantasies of making a trail down that built chest with his tongue, finding every divot and peak, enjoying the salt of sweat as he cleans it off for the other man.

but he doesn't have time to dwell on it as his hand is taken and pressed against that chest, feeling the pounding under his fingers. a pounding that matches time so perfectly with his own heart beating against his ribs. in sync almost perfectly, a hum in an otherwise silent moment, and his eyes close for a moment more to enjoy that syncronicity before dmitri's warm, melting voice is rolling over him and sending a shiver up his spine and another jolt straight down, making his cock twitch against his pants.

his eyes open again when his hand starts moving under the guidance of the other man, and he follows the trail with his eyes for a moment before he's looking up again. "you're the one who pointed out how hot you are earlier. you don't think i've been dreaming about letting you fuck me since we've met?" his voice is breathy, a rasp of need and desire, no longer living in his chest but somewhere in his head. eyelashes flutter like little wings, closing for only a second as his hand hits home and he feels dmitri's desire, for him.

some part of him wants to ask if it's truly for him. if it's because he wants reggie as badly as reggie wants him, but another part, a louder part, is too scared to ask, and instead his teeth close around his lip as he begins to slowly move his hand up the length under those boxers. the words falling from his best friends lips cause him to flush, cheeks pink and warm and he knows that he started this, but he wonders if he can truly finish it without imploding.

leaning forward, he lets his nose brush against dmitri's for a moment, soaking in a moment before blowing out a slow breath, hand still moving gently, teasingly against his length, and steels himself before he speaks again. "please let me have it, dee." his voice is a whisper, husky and dripping with desire, pleading at the edges. "let me choke on it, let me show you how well i can take it, let me make you feel good."

[olivexing]

Aughgf I’m playing with the concept of power dynamics switching in g/t but I’m too shy to post it

[blushsturns]

bad boy! matt and librarian! reader 𝜗𝜚

part one ⭑ pushy

description: you meet matt while working at your job at the public library and he can’t help but try and make a move on you.

w/c: 2526

warnings: mentions of weed, cussing, nothing too crazy (yet)

mood board found here!

he probably shouldn’t be staring as long as he has been, but he just couldn’t help it. you were so fucking pretty he literally couldn’t take his eyes off you. the way your hair flows with one simple movement, the twinkle in your eye when you’re helping patrons, the smile on your face when you’re giving your best customer service. god, your personality seemed absolutely addicting. you were also really fucking pretty. maybe that’s why he was standing here like a fucking stalker, but he just couldn’t help it. he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

he tried to look busy, his fingers drumming along the spines of the books, but he hadn’t read a book since high school and that wasn’t by choice. it was because from where he was standing, he had a great view of you sitting at the service desk, a strand of your hair falling from your high ponytail.

why was he here anyway? oh yeah, that’s right. he’s been waiting 45 minutes for his weed guy to fucking show up, but so far the guy was late, really late. it wasn’t like him to be late, but matt got tired of waiting around and decided to try and occupy his time somehow. he was getting restless waiting in his car and sitting in the parking lot of the library was making him feel like an actual stalker. at least he’d feel like one looking at a pretty librarian like you in the cozy, quiet building.

it’s not that he’s nervous to talk to you. he had decent luck with woman. he’d either take them home, or hook up with one at the parties he’d throw at his house. none of those girls mattered though. he didn’t care for relationships at all. love and all that cheesy bullshit was not something matt cared for. it’s not that he didn’t have time for it; he sure did. he just didn’t really believe in falling in love and the romantic shit. maybe it’s because nobody had been worth his time.

once an elderly woman walked away from the desk and you were available again, he made his way over to the service desk. you were typing something onto your computer, not really paying attention to matt standing in front of you until he cleared his throat to get your attention.

your eyes immediately shot up at him and your face turned apologetic. “i’m so sorry, sir. i was caught up in something. how can i help you?”

god, you were even prettier up close. your cheeks were rosy pink with the lightest makeup applied to your face. your hair was in a tight ponytail with the strands falling onto the sides of your face. you wore a pretty floral dress with a jean jacket, your glasses perched onto your nose. matt had your full attention now and matt had completely forgot what excuse he was going to use to come up here and ask you about.

he was probably lost in a trance at your beauty and staring a little too hard at you and checking you out because she asked again. “sir? can i help you?”

matt wasn’t one to get embarrassed or shy. hell, he made others feel that way. luckily, you seemed oblivious to him checking you out. you had a busy day today, despite the weather being quite shitty outside. every time the weather is awful, you assume people will stay home and not come in, but you were wrong every single time. it was always the complete opposite. luckily, things seemed to die down now.

“oh, yeah. sorry. uh, hey, do you guys have wifi here?” fuck, what a stupid ass question. he ran his fingers through his tousled brunette locks, his eyes staying locked onto yours the whole time.

luckily, you didn’t seem bothered by the question. you were used to people asking you questions that were common sense like ‘what are your hours?’ and ‘do you have books here?’ so the question didn’t annoy you at all. “of course we do. if you pull up your phone, you’ll be able to find our wifi in the settings. no password needed.”

matt nodded his head, understanding your words fully. he licked over his lips before pulling out his phone, which had no notifications from his weed guy. he opened up his settings, noticing there were two network names. one was public, and the other needed a password. he furrowed his eyebrow in confusion and pointed his phone at you. “what’s this about? why do you staff workers get your own wifi? better wifi for the privileged or some shit?”

you laughed at his comment and immediately shook your head. you had to admit, the boy in front of you was very attractive. he wore all black, baggy jeans, a chain around his neck and earrings dangling from his ears. he had a mysterious aura about him that made you slightly intrigued. of course you’d keep it professional. you loved your job and were going to school for library science. everyone at the library were like family and you couldn’t be more proud of your job and the work you’ve done there. also, nobody really comes into the library but the elderly, and children with their parents for story times and fun events.

“no, sir. it’s just easier and more convenient for us staff workers to work on the staff only wifi instead. each individual wifi should work the same.” your cheeks were slightly flushed the more you looked at him. he was really fucking attractive and you couldn’t help but check him out. you’ve only had one boyfriend back in high school, but he cheated on you and you’ve learned to guard your heart since then. it’s been a couple years though and your friends always tried to set you up on dates, but you didn’t care enough for any of them. they weren’t worth your time.

he let out a scoff, shaking his head in disbelief. “that’s not really fair. this wifi is shit.” his phone was not loading properly as he tried to connect to it. maybe his phone was shit, but this was the only excuse he could think of to talk to the pretty girl. he leaned forward with both of his palms rested onto the service desk, his eyes solely focused on you. “ what’s a guy like me gotta do to get on the better working wifi, huh?”

you suddenly felt nervous as he leaned in closer, placing the loose strands of hair over your ear. you placed your glasses down next to you, since you only wear them to read anyway. you couldn’t help but stare at him more intently, feeling your cheeks heat up as his body was leaned in more towards you. you’ve never seen this guy before in the 5 years that you’ve worked there. where did he even come?

“well, i wouldn’t be able to do that.” your cheeks flushed even more. you hated telling him no, but the wifi network was staff only and you always made sure to imply by the rules. “sometimes the signal is a little spotty on the public wifi depending on how much its being used.”

truth is, you didn’t know much about wifi or technology in general besides what you were taught at your job. he didn’t seem to buy anything you were saying. he kept his palms firmly on the desk, titling his head slightly to get a better look at you. “i think you would be able to. you’re just afraid to. am i right?”

he flashed you a small smirk, not being able to take his eyes off you. he could sense you were slightly flustered the way your facial expressions changed. you bit onto your bottom lip, not being able to take your eyes away from him. his blue eyes gazed into yours and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. fuck, he was so pretty. you could tell he was the kind of person who didn’t take no for an answer.

“i’m not afraid. it’s just my job.” you spoke very professional, but he could tell you were getting slightly agitated and didn’t want to have to say no to him.

he wouldn’t stop, leaning in closer now, his palms still pressed against the desk and his eyes locked onto yours. “what if i give you something in return?”

you furrowed your eyebrow up at him in confusion, trying your best to keep your cool. sure, this boy was fucking attractive and intriguing, but this was your job. you tried to be professional, but he was making it hard. “what could you possibly give me?”

he let out a soft chuckle, a sly smirk appearing onto his lips. “how about i give you my number? and if that’s not enough, you can text me when you get off work and we can discuss it further.”

matt didn’t even care about the fucking wifi. he just wanted to show off his charm and possibly get to know the pretty librarian. he was pretty used to getting his way and damn he wanted his way with you.

you let out a soft sigh, but eventually give in. you really didn’t want to keep this up and he probably wouldn’t let you say no anyway. “fine.” you said with another sigh leaving your lips.”but only to get you off my back. not because i want your number.”

you look up at matt who’s grinning ear to ear, getting his way once again. “you say that now, just wait, pretty girl. you’ll be really fucking glad you had this conversation with me today to get my number in the end.” his palms still rested onto the desk, now flashing you a sly smirk. “i promise.”

“don’t make promises you can’t keep.” you said dryly, pulling out a small piece of paper and pen off the desk and scribbling down the wifi password to him. before you hand it to him, you look around the area to make sure nobody has spotted your interaction with him. you didn’t wanna get in trouble. luckily, there was nobody around, thank goodness. you had to admit, this entire interaction excited you, but you had your walls up and made sure not to show that you were easy to get. you were strong and smart. you knew not to mess with bad boys and this boy? you could tell he was trouble.

you slid the piece of paper to him and he glances down at it for a second before slipping it in his pocket. he didn’t seem that interested in the piece of paper with the wifi password on it. that’s not even what he cared about. he just wanted to get to know you.

you hand him another piece of paper and he takes it from you, your hands brushing against each other for a moment which causes a spark of electricity to run throughout your veins. you let out a soft gasp, looking up at him immediately to see if he noticed the same sensation. he did feel it, his smirk widening as he takes the piece of paper and pen. he leans down to scribble his name and phone number on the piece of paper before handing it back to you.

he was smirking the entire time, seeming very pleased at the fact that he gave you his phone number. your heart was beating out of your chest as you grab the piece of paper from him and this time, you made sure not to have any contact with his hand. last thing you want is to have this guy invade your brain and make you excited to talk to him or maybe see him again.

you look down at the piece of paper that he handed you, seeing that his name is “matt” and his phone number underneath it. “thanks, i guess? if i even decide to text you.” you flashed him an innocent smile, placing the piece of paper close next to you.

“oh you will. that’s a promise.” he pulled his hands away from the desk, now placing them in his hoodie pockets.

“don’t make any promises you can’t keep, matt.” you said his name out loud for the first time, now knowing it and being able to match a name to a face.

he could see your name on your lanyard that you wear to work. he stared at it for a moment which made your cheeks feel warm knowing in order to look at the lanyard, he would have to look at your chest. his eyes averted from your chest and back up into your eyes, a gleam of excitement passing through his expressions. “i look forward to getting to know you, pretty librarian.”

even though he knew your name, he still called you that nickname that made your cheeks flush even more. you silently wished in your head that you had wore makeup today so that it would cover some of the warmth on your cheeks, but it was no use. he could tell you were affected by him and he was loving every single second of it.

before you could reply back to him, your eye caught the attention of another patron behind him who was waiting to be helped. he noticed your eyes had averted behind him and he turned around to see that you two weren’t alone anymore. at that same moment, his phone buzzed, signaling his weed guy was finally there and asking where the hell he was.

“text me later, pretty.” he flashed you a playful wink before giving you one more glance and turning on his heel to walk away from the desk.

this entire interaction left you warm, confused, and a little intrigued. the piece of paper already felt like it was burning a hole in your pocket, but you couldn’t let it. you were strong. there was no way you’d be able to fall for a bad boy, or anyone for that matter.

you tried to pay attention the rest of your shift, but you couldn’t. all you could think about was matt and how he leaned against the desk with his pretty blue eyes on you, practically persuading you to give him your number. he consumed your brain, making you lose focus and stutter on your words to patrons that came through. should you text him? or was it even worth the risk? when you had a moment alone without helping anyone, your fingers ghosted over the piece of paper. would you even see him again?

matt walked outside to meet his weed guy, feeling like he was floating on air. success: he had given the pretty librarian his phone number. now all he needed was for her to text him.

he was intrigued by you, wanting to continue the conversation and get to know you. even if you were rough around the edges and a little sassy, he didn’t care.

you were special. he could tell and he would make damn sure he didn’t fuck it up.

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a/n- thank you so much for reading! i had fun writing this and will be continuing it when i have the time and when the ideas come to me. if you have any ideas, wanna talk about bad boy! matt x librarian! reader, or just wanna talk in general, don’t hesitate to send me a message!

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[alukaforyou]

sometimes i think about this txt cover of invitation and... that long haired guy is just choso with his hair down TO ME

[mekachu04]

29. Date

Kidd - 18 | Killer - 21

Tags specifically for this chapter:

discussions of minors and sex

Kidd confronts Killer on him leaving

Killer struggles with Kidd's age

discussions of teenagers and age gaps

would they actually talk about this irl/cannon - i dunno...

probably not... but then again, they are soft about the other

be ready for an awkward fight that they've been needing to have a for a few years now

but also needed to wait to have until Kidd matured a little bit

Read at A03 linked above or here below cut

Drabbles from Pocket Jack's KiKi-tober Prompt list

They were supposed to be going out on the town, the island they'd docked at having a wide selection of restaurants and concert halls and other amusements. They'd been loitering in the area past their departure as the days slowly ticked away in the second week of the new year, specifically for tonight. Instead, Kidd and Killer found themselves drinking in the quiet galley, sharing gossip and reminiscing about an island that never quite felt like home there at the end.

About the wild exploits of The Kid Boss of the Heaps - a teenager that had managed to unify the unmanageable, and how even Killer's Boss had sat up and took notice before their group had imploded.

Kidd had had a few times where the same had almost happen to him too, before he really came to understand the power he'd found himself responsible for - "People only fear you for so long before they hate you enough to do something about it." Which was terribly profound when you realize a 16 year old had come to understand this before the adults around him did.

"At least you had some charisma that got you a few people that had your back. Nobody followed me because they thought I was going to be a good Boss. I was just the poor bastard left standing with the dust cleared. As soon as they realized they had other options, it was an exodus. Most of them defected to you or Wire pretty fast."

"I did notice an uptick of sycophants after that one meeting we had."

"I believe I warned you about that."

Kidd nodded. "Yeah... yeah, you warned me about a few things. You were right - about using my fruit around people. It being a bad idea."

"... I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well. Live and learn."

"I hope you smeared the assholes to paste."

Kidd chuckled darkly, "I did indeed. They were worthless; be glad they ditched out on you."

"It was only a matter of time before they left. They all do." Killer conceded, sipping his beer though a straw Dive had found... somewhere. "Just sorry you had to deal with them."

"You left me." He hadn't meant it accusatorially, not really. Just a statement of fact. But once it was out, Kidd felt a little angry about the whole thing. Killer just going on about being left behind, oh woe is me, but he did the same damn thing.

Killer frozen in place, before slowly putting his mug on the table. Kidd could feel him looking to the galley exit, calculating how to leave.

Fuck that.

"Was I that awful to be around?"

Killer rubbed his palms on his jeans, and Kidd swallowed thickly around the lump forming there.

"Oh."

"Look.. It..." Killer got up then, and Kidd watched him start to pace, feeling more and more uneasy with each anxious step Killer took. "It wasn't you, it was me... Well, it was you but it wasn't your fault."

"I have no idea what that means."

Killer's head is tilted up like the ceiling holds the answers.

"Killer, what the fuck does that mean?"

Killer shook his head, and Kidd stood up abruptly, ready to block him from fleeing.

"Killer! What did I do?"

"It wasn't your fault." Killer reiterated, and that didn't make anything clearer, and they both knew it. "You were just... You were kind of a lot... at.... that age..."

"I was 14! What are you on about?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Kidd had a sickening feeling starting to form in his gut. It must have shown in his face, because Killer glanced at him once before quickly looking away.

"You... got a little.. handsy. At night."

"Handsy?"

"A lot handsy. And.. clingy?" His voice pitched like a question, like he was trying to find a way to word Kidd's apparent behavior while downplaying it at the same time.

Kidd slumped against the table they'd just been enjoying drinks at. "How bad was I?"

"Four Blues, Kidd - you were awful." Killer groaned, "Every fucking night, three times a night, minimum, you'd be all over me."

"I... I.."

"Every time I thought it safe to drift off, you start making these little noises and I was so sleep deprived, Kidd. So sleep deprived. I'd leave in the morning purely to go sleep in Ceannard's office for a couple hours."

"I was 14!"

"When I was 14, I would get up and fucking take care of it - you just.." Killer voice had a panicky edge he'd never heard, before pointing wildly at him, "Every fucking morning, I wake up and had to deal with you getting off dry humping me. And you didn't even have the decency to be awake!"

"So you should of woken me and told me to knock it the fuck off!" Kidd paused, head cocking to the side as he studied how Killer had tensed up, bad shoulder touched in - "You didn't want me to wake up. You didn't... you didn't want me to know. Why?"

The mask hides a lot - Killer was always too expressive - his face an open book. But the mask didn't hide everything. Not from Kidd at least.

"You were into it."

Killer shook his head. Not a denial of Kidd's words, a denial that they were being spoken in the first place. He was coiled up so tight Kidd wasn't sure he was even breathing anymore.

"You liked me all rubbing up on you." Kidd almost wanted to preen at that, anyone else he would be puffed out proud. Instead a knot formed in his gut. You got off on it He keeps himself from saying, the thought tangling in his throat, forcing him to swallow thickly. Or you wanted to at least...

Killer made to widen the gap, but Kidd wouldn't let him, crowding him up against the wall.

"Then why would you leave?" he cried, not understanding at all, "I was horny, you were horny, what was the problem? We coulda fucked around a little, so what?"

"Because Killer might be good for a quick fuck, but nobody sticks around long after!"

Kidd started at him quietly, stunned, step back like Killer's words had been a physical blow. Killer hunched in himself, slouching back, surprised by his own confession.

"Killer..."

"I thought... I thought if I left first it would hurt so bad. You were getting along with the other Heaps' and you had a reputation for being an tough asshole so I thought... I thought you'd be okay."

Kidd pressed his fingers up on the bottom lip of Killer's mask, a request not a demand, his brows pinched unhappily.

Killer relented, and pulled the helmet off. But Kidd surprised him by taking it from him, holding it in his hands thoughtfully. He studied the interconnected plating, planning on how he'd make the next one different - better ventilation and more internal padding around the ears.

"I really liked Vicky." He started solemnly, "The three of us. Hanging out together. And sure, I wasn't thrilled about the two of you ditching me all the time. I thought maybe I was jealous of you for a long time, getting to hang out with her alone. And maybe I was... But I think I was also jealous of her. But then she was gone." Kidd spoke to the helmet, easier to say this to the empty drill marks than the man in front of him. "But that was okay because I still had you. And .. And I really liked being with you. I always felt safe, and waking up every morning with you right there... and then.. and then you weren't anymore. Even before you left, you started to be distant, and I hoped maybe you just got a new girlfriend and after the novelty wore off things would go back to how they were."

Killer was quiet, watching his hands fiddling with the metal, before he gently took the mask back.

"But it was me. You left because of me."

The worst part was Killer couldn't even disagree. He turned away from Kidd to put the helmet aside. "I left because I didn't know how to tell you no. I left because I rolled over and let anyone fuck me for a kind word, and I knew that I'd let you too, if you wanted. But you were 14 and you're my kid, and it got all weird and complicated and I didn't know how to see you as someone who wanted sex yet and .. And I was scared if I gave in, if let you take what you wanted, you'd toss me aside too once you were satisfied... so I ran away before you could."

"And if Vicky hadn't died... would you have ever talked to me again?"

He watched Killer's hand caress the line of white and blue. "No." He said finally. "No. You were doing so well; I was so fucking proud of you. You turned into this great man: You united the Heaps, made them believe they were people again. You had all them following you because they saw you were someone worth following. And I knew that I didn't have anything to do with that. That was all you. And I didn't deserve to talk to you anymore."

"Excuse me?" Kidd frowned, "What the fuck do you mean - you didn't have anything to do with that? You don't deserve to talk to me? What are you on about?"

When Killer didn't answer, Kidd grabbed his elbow and forced him to turn back, "Look me in the face and say that bullshit again!"

Killer stubbornly remain quiet.

"No!" Kidd growled, "I've gladly bashed the face in of anybody who talked shit about you. Don't think I'm gonna let you say it either."

Killer opened his mouth to start to say something but then stopped again.

"Killer!" frustrated, Kidd grabbed Killer's face in his hands, forcing him to look at him, "Say it to my face. If you're going to insult my friend, have the balls to say it to my face."

Killer met his eyes this time, blue to orange, complementary and contrasting in equal parts, and Kidd frowned at the pained pinch at the corners, the shame Killer wore in his features. He didn't understand, and no searching helped him find the reason. "Why would you ever say that you aren't the reason I got this far in life?"

Killer tried to escape his look by closing his eyes, but Kidd shook him softly; Killer's long lashes brushing his thumbs when he opened them again.

"Why did you leave me?" he tried again.

"You were 14...."

The light went on this time, Kidd breathing out a soft, "Oh" as Killer tried to look away again. Kidd rubbed his thumb against Killer's cheekbone, tipping his head back until their eyes met again. "I'm not anymore."

Killer was starting back at him, a fearful guarded look. But now, now Kidd thought he understood. He smiled back, tone soft, "Can I kiss you?"

The fear was still there, but Kidd would show him. He waited until Killer lowered his gaze, but nodded, a soft, "Okay" that was both defeated and begging.

Kidd smiled, hands sliding up Killer's cheeks to brush his bangs away and placed a soft kiss to Killer's forehead, smirking at the red painted lip marks left behind. Killer was looking up at him curiously though his lashes. Kidd rearranged Killer's bangs until the mark was hidden under wild hair.

"It's my birthday... come have dinner with me?"

"Okay."

[heartbeetz]

Guys genuine question um would it be weird if I designed a fankid but only for theoretical purposes. As in not actually canon to our ship but still there Sometimes. Like an au I guess.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Okay while it’s late and we’re sharing headcanons

I kinda maybe sorta have a silly and somewhat elaborate little set of scenarios that play out in my head- Sparrow-centric cause this is me we’re talking about... And I guess it goes something like this:

When little Hero starts getting into anime, Sparrow absolutely draws her favourite characters for her, and he’s quite good at it. She doesn’t ask him to do this nearly as often as she gets older, since it starts to feel a bit embarrassing, but she’s kept every single drawing he’s ever made for her.

Cut to the present/a bit into the future. Taylor (”woah Taylor’s part of this??” hell yes), who’s gotten into the habit of inviting himself over, ends up coming across some of these old drawings. He asks Hero about them, and she explains that her dad drew them for her. Cut ever so slightly further into the future, and Taylor presents a very surprised Sparrow a long, long list of commissions. He assures Sparrow that his mom will pay for them, but Sparrow doesn’t charge. Actually, it’s kind of nice having something creative to do with his time, and it reminds him of when Hero was younger and they used to do this, so he’s happy to oblige.

Sparrow doesn’t charge, but he actually does find himself talking on the phone with Cassandra. See, as aforementioned Taylor is over quite a bit now, and whether it is to hang out with Normal, Hero, or both of them Sparrow is never certain (now that he thinks about it, Norm and Hero seem to get along much better these days)- but Sparrow in my head is 100% the kind of parent that would make little fucking trays of snacks for his kids and their friends. Eventually, he catches on to the fact that Taylor is a bit of a picky eater- perhaps both for sensory reasons as well as from having braces. Well, no big deal, his kids have always been that way too! So, he calls Cassandra to ask her about Taylor’s preferences/habits… And Cass being Cass, always on top of things and being so close with her son, writes up a long-ass list for him.

And it’s nice, having someone new to talk to, especially someone who doesn’t have a problem with their kid interacting with yours. For the first time in a long time, Sparrow’s made a new friend!

Taylor’s lists have gotten longer. Sparrow doesn’t question it. Taylor doesn’t say anything on the matter either- Hero asked him not to tell when she first added some requests of her own to his list. And… Some items on the list are unaccounted for altogether, almost as though someone has been adding to it from afar. Weird.