#and when I gave him a fist bump he flipped it over and there was a tiny white rabbit toy

[bluebeads-art]

As the flash hits your eye, you feel something crashing into you from all directions. Below you is obvious, Bonbon situated themself to bump into you while the picture was taken. You look to your right, and Mirabelle’s cheek is pressed up to yours. On your left, Isabeau’s sheepishly hugged you to his side. There’s a hand in your hair, too, and it feels like Madame Odile. [...] “We need a souvenir of this trip,” Mirabelle adds. She rushes to the ground to pick up the picture and snort-laughs as she looks at it. “Oh no, Siffrin looks like we’re holding him hostage!” — Curtain Call, Chapter 9, by @openphrase123 (Link in the replies)

2024 October 22nd

Fanfic fanart fanfic fanart!! When I read the "hostage" line, it invoked such a clear image in my head of Siffrin tensed up like a startled prey animal that it got added to my list of things to maybe draw immediately.

Dooon't think about the words 'left' and 'right' in that quote too hard. I know how to read I prommy. :) (I did Not process those words and lost the coin flip in the composition phase...)

Close-up and ramblings about the cans of worms I unleashed upon myself under the cut

Time taken on this was [head in hands] 48 hours and 37 minutes.... That bloated number has two culprits:

1) I got a new tablet! My old one was 10 years old. Its plastic was melting and the electronics had ghosts in 'em, so it needed the sweet release of retirement. However, I had just gotten to the line art phase when the switch happened. Clumsily getting used to the new one during the most precise phase of the process did devastating things to my perfectionism.

2) I made a GRAVE mistake with how I chose to color this. I wanted to keep the grayscale layers for accuracy instead of just slapping a B&W filter over the colored version, so all the colors come from gradient maps, color balance layers, overlay layers, and raster layers clipped to other layers. Listen. I'm used to working with lots of layers. I like keeping things separate so I can edit them more easily. But this is the worst layer system I have ever created. Going from color to B&W requires toggling exactly 20 layers & folders on or off. There are 87 visible layers total. This file lags when you edit it. I've never wanted CSP v1.13 to have layer comps more in my life.

Not helping matters was Isabeau. I said he was the easiest to draw in my last post, but he took that as a challenge, apparently. It's a simple fist-on-hip pose, why was that so hard!?! His face gave me grief too.

Odile's lil' wave got added at the end of the line art phase. I've never added to a sketch that late in the game before, but I felt bad about how little screen area she got, haha. Girl, I tried, but this composition was not kind to you.

Giving Isa, Odile, and Siffrin skin colors felt cursed. Well... "color" is maybe a stretch for Sif. The pallor from being affection-jumpscared isn't helping. In the dev's nose reveal post, they said that Siffrin isn't white but is white-passing, so BOOM albinism headcanon. Like c'mon, they wear a big hat and have most of their skin covered because the sun is a deadly laser when you have little to no melanin and idk if sunblock exists in-universe. Heck, maybe most Islanders have it, their whole religion is about the night sky so maybe they're nocturnal. This makes perfect sense. :)

[bunnys-kisses]

jailbird (3)

prisoner!simon "ghost" riley

the series master-list

cw: (former) prisoner!simon, civilian!reader, smut & fluff, dom!reader, sub!simon, gentle sex, size kink, pregnant!reader, wife kink

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you rubbed your back as you cooked up some breakfast. you then yawned into you fist. it was hard giving up coffee for the sake of your unborn baby, but simon promised that when your son was born, he'd buy you the fanciest coffee at the supermarket.

it had been over a year since simon got out of prison, and now you two were expecting your first child. right now he was the size of an avocado and simon couldn't help but put his hands on the small bump.

"mornin', love." he said as he came up behind you and his hands on the bump. his hair was a mess and his large tattoos hands were on your hips, "bacon for me?"

"it's turkey bacon. less fat." you reminded him.

he grumbled, "not as good." then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek, "how did you sleep." his hands linked under your bump as he held it gently.

you flipped the bacon and focused your attention on the eggs in another pan. you felt a shift of your child in your womb, "it was alright. i think i'm getting used to your snoring."

he kissed you again and grumbled, "i'm sorry."

you chuckled, "I don't mind. either you've gotten quieter or i'm just used to it." you tilted your head up and kissed him on the lips briefly, "if you can get the toast ready that would be great."

"anythin' for ya." he said as he pulled away and went to make some toast for the both of you. it was domestic, it was quiet. a woman and her much larger, tattooed ex-convict of a boyfriend.

-

simon called you his wife often, despite never actually being married. you didn't mind it. you shared a home were building a family, but you often wondered if you would ever get married. you were never keen on a huge celebration, but something would be nice. regardless you were his missus.

regardless of your pregnant size, he handled you with ease. there were times where he'd simply guide your hips as you rode him. he was he one in control. you held onto him and moaned as you felt his cock press up into you.

"beautiful wife." he smirked as he kissed your face.

you wondered if it was possible for to control the pace. to have your boyfriend give up control and let you work his body? while your bdsm together was short lived, he stopped any rough play when you announced you were pregnant, you wondered if the roles could be reversed? the tiny girlfriend in control of her beefy, scary boyfriend.

it was a rather arousing thought. to watch simon squirm while you made sure he was taken care of. it didn't have to be vicious or rough, which would make simon happy (for your sake), but tender and slow. you rubbed your thighs together while seated at your work desk, you had to focus on work! not on your boyfriend's cock inside of you.

you leaned back in your desk chair and rubbed your swollen middle as you gazed at the spreadsheet you had been working on. simon gave you the gift of your first born child, you believed it was time to repay him for it.

-

"simon." you said as you were curled up with him on the couch. simon's head was in your lap and his legs were hanging off the couch. you were running your fingers through his short blond hair.

"yeah, love." he said.

"i want to ask you about something."

he lifted his head and looked at you, he looked at your curiously. for a brief moment he was worried that he had done something wrong. but a closer study of your face revealed that you weren't upset with him, which settled him down. he simply said with a kiss on your bump, "ask away."

"i was wondering, if maybe... i can take charge when we have sex? just for tonight. i know you like being in charge, but i thought it could spice things up with anything too intense."

he said gruffly, "i don't want ya puttin' strain on yourself." as his broad hand rubbed your middle, "worried you'll get tired out."

you reached down and cupped his face, "well, then if i get tired then you can take over... it wouldn't hurt to try." you smiled, "i think it'll be fun."

simon learned very early on that he could never say no to his girl. he simply pressed his cheek back on your bump and rubbed it. he said, "alright, but don't push yourself too hard."

he lingered closely during dinner, his hands on your hips as he watched you make dinner. he was in charge of chopping vegetables, but when he wasn't, his hands were on you. he wanted to be close to his wife.

even though very few thought of him as a gentleman, the way he sat you down on the couch after dinner so he could wash the dishes of your dinner left you feeling pink.

when he came back to you however, he held out his hand. you took it and he helped you up off the couch. he stared down at you for a moment and you reached out for him. you framed his face in your hands and leaned up to kiss him.

"i'm fine."

once in the bedroom, he marveled at your body as you started to undress. he shirt was already off as he sat at the edge of the bed, ready to help you if you needed it. but you shooed his hands away. he admired the slope of your pregnant belly and the heaviness of your breasts. you had a figure his admired, a lil pregnancy fat to keep you and the babe warm.

"you're staring."

"can't i?" he asked, "i made you this way. my girl carryin' my kid. i think you look hotter now than before." he smiled.

you gave him a look as you got your underwear off, you stood there in front of him, naked with your hands at your hips. you said, "so you're into milfs?"

he shrugged, "only when i'm the ones who 'em a mama." he reached out for you and you went into his arms. he pressed his face against your bump and sighed, his cock twitched in his pants.

you petted his soft hair and felt him place kisses against your swollen middle. he had taken to being a father the way a fish takes to swimming. after a little worship to your belly, you nudged him at his shoulders.

"lie down."

he looked up at you and laid down. he watched you work as you got his pants and underwear off. his cock stood at full attention and you could already feel the heft of it inside of you. it made your stomach flutter.

there laid your convict boyfriend, the man who was in prison for some time. he was laid out on the bed you shared while you tried to straddle his waist. he made you his girl, and you made him a better man.

"gonna be comfy like that?"

"this is about you, simon." you tapped his nose, "the goal is to make you cum." then trailed your finger down his neck and across his chest that was littered with tattoos.

he held onto your hand and placed it on his cheek, "i know... but i still want you to have a good time, love." he kissed your wrist before he placed both hands on your hips.

"hey!" you smacked his hand away, "my job."

"sorry." he said softly. he was a hardened man, he often scared people. but with you, he was so supportive and loving. he adored you the way plants adored the sun.

he watched you with careful eyes, they felt heated on your warm flesh as you tried to move yourself (with the bump not helping). it took everything in him not to do it himself. but he had to trust you.

you slowly sank on his cock and pressed your chin to your chest as you exhaled deeply. you noticed that simon was holding onto the covers tighter. you said softly, "trust me."

"yes, love." he said softly, he tensed up when you started to roll your hips. you hand one hand on his chest for leverage and the other on your swollen middle as you moved your hips against him.,

"holy shit, love." he groaned.

"see, a wife knows how to please her husband." you replied before you smacked his hands away from you, "no. stay still." there was a bit of a command to your tone.

he liked it.

he continued to hold the sheets as you moved up and down on his length. his breathing got heavy as you started to really put work into riding his cock. he watched your breasts and belly bounce like a hypnotized man.

he made you this way. he never thought when he was in prison that he'd have a woman in his life that was carrying his child. he watched to reach out and worship your bump. but for the time being he'd just have to play the thoughts over in his head.

part of him wondered if he was still a bad man. maybe there should've been more time between when you met in person and your pregnancy. but you were happy. happy with him, of your situation.

he tried to move but you kept him pinned by the shoulders. you were without words as you rode him, all you could do was shake your head. he groaned and leaned back into the bed.

"please, love. let me touch you. i want to touch my wife." he was almost begging.

you pushed hair out of your hair and looked down at him. your hands were on his shoulders to give yourself more leverage. you moaned, "okay... but be good."

quickly his hands were on your hips and he rubbed your love handles. you felt so good under his touch, it made his brain buzz. what the hell did he do to deserve an angel such as yourself.

"like it, simon?"

he nodded, "you're doing great. my girl." his voice was practically a purr.

you continued to ride him. you felt hot all over but you held onto him. you tried to be sexy about your thrusts. but the burn in your soul to get to climax forced you to bounce on his cock.

simon's eyes were transfixed on your body as it moved. his cock ached, as did his balls. he bred you so good, he didn't know what he did in a previous life to deserve this.

warmth pumped through your bodies as you fucked. it felt so good, and the angle made your core ache. it wasn't long before you felt the curl of orgasm in your gut.

you placed his hands and yours on your bump as you moved on his cock. your moans filled the air of your bedroom. your mind became hazy and your thrusts were disorganized. you came first by holding his hands, your cunt clenched around his cock. and as you continued to ride him until he finished as well.

"shit."

"simon."

he laid sprawled out next to you for a moment to catch his breath. by the time he calmed down, he pulled you into his arms and kissed your face. he could feel your bare belly bump up against his abdomen. he felt relaxed against you.

he said quietly, as he assumed that you were dozing off in the after glow of pleasure, "you'll get your ring soon. just gotta find the right time to pop the question." his voice was a low rumble.

but you were still awake and safe in his arms. when he mentioned a ring your heart skipped a beat. you stayed still for a moment and let him bask in your love. soon you'd be his wife, for real.

the question was, where was the ring? <3

[lupinsweater]

part one

Teacher!James Potter x Single Mom!Reader 💌 1.3k words

thank you to @moonpascal and @amiableness for beta reading for me!

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Things did not go the way you had imagined the next time you saw James.

You had already been running on empty for weeks before school started, but your newfound busier schedule added to your inability to sleep at night. Every morning, you woke up with a dull ache behind your eyes and a stuffy nose that usually cleared up by noon.

Between helping Charlie with his homework and trying to meet your deadlines at work, there was hardly any time to rest. You hoped that things would clear up on their own if you stayed hydrated, but you could only stave off your incoming illness for so long before you hit a breaking point.

The morning that you finally decided you were too sick to go into work came about a week after Charlie had started school.

You’d spent the last week thinking about your interaction at parent-teacher night. Every day, Charlie came home excitedly sharing stories from class, and it was clear he had a special fondness for James, which only made it more difficult for you to stop thinking about him. You had spent the previous night tossing and turning, unable to stop coughing for long enough to fall asleep. Eventually, you gave up on trying to get any sleep and turned on the television until the morning rolled around. When it came, you phoned your boss and called in sick, trying your best to sound professional despite the exhaustion in your voice. Just as you were finishing your call, Charlie wandered into your room, dressed for school and eating handfuls of cereal from the box.

“Yes, I think it’s just influenza,” you said, clearing your throat in an attempt to hold back a cough. “Okay, that sounds great. Thank you again. See you next week.” Relief washed over you when you hung up the phone, but it only lasted a moment.

“Mummy?” Charlie asked, brushing his hands off on his jeans and setting the box of cereal down on your bedroom floor, approaching your bed. “Mrs. Wood isn’t here yet. Am I going to be late for school?”

You blinked blearily at him before registering what he was saying, and you reached for your phone to check the time. When you turned your phone back on, a reminder popped up on the top of the screen - TAKE CHARLIE TO SCHOOL. Instantly, you were wide awake.

You had completely forgotten that your neighbor who usually took Charlie to school for you- a sweet older lady named Mrs. Wood- had an appointment with her doctor that morning. She had given you a heads up weeks ago. You scrambled out of bed, pulling on a pair of slippers and grabbing Charlie in your arms, hastily carrying him down the stairs and out the door.

You helped Charlie buckle his seatbelt and situate his booster seat before hurrying over to start the car. An old Britney Spears album played over the speakers, and you went to flip it off, but Charlie’s protests stopped you. Reluctantly, you left it on for the drive, lowering the volume only as you approached the drop-off spot.

As you approached the curb, you could see James standing outside, greeting the students and chatting with parents. You groaned, running a hand down your face with embarrassment. Charlie reached down and fumbled with his seatbelt before it unclasped, and he wrenched the car door open excitedly, his little fingers fumbling with his backpack as he rushed to put it on.

“Mr. James!” Charlie exclaimed, running over to him. James’ face lit up as he saw Charlie approaching, and he dropped to a squat so he was eye level with Charlie. He offered his fist out for a fist bump, and Charlie returned the gesture. James pretended to stumble backwards, his eyes wide. Charlie giggled as James made a show of pretending to rebalance himself.

“Careful there, buddy! You’re stronger than you think!” James exclaimed, ruffling Charlie’s hair with a smile as he stood up. Charlie beamed at him before saying excitedly, “Mr. James! Mummy brought me to school today because she’s sick, and Mrs. Wood had a doctor’s appointment.” James’ gaze snapped up towards your car, and you smiled sheepishly at him as he approached. Charlie followed a few steps behind, watching James curiously.

“Fancy seeing you here,” James said as you rolled down the window. He closed the door that Charlie left open casually, giving you that lopsided smile. You couldn’t tell if your face was flushed, or if it was just a fever. “A little bird tells me that you’re sick.”

“She has in-flu-en-za,” Charlie said carefully, pronouncing the word slowly. James looked down at Charlie, biting back a smile as he said, “Ah, I see. That’s a shame.” He caught your eye, and you fought to hide your own smile.

“It’s not too bad,” you said, grimacing slightly as you looked down at your worn Snoopy pajamas and raggedy slippers. “I’m planning on sleeping as much of it off as I can while Charlie’s at school, and then downing a few cups of coffee so I can make dinner.” James frowned slightly, but didn’t say anything. He studied you for a moment, his eyes trailing over you.

“You like Peanuts?” James said with a small smile. You stared at him blankly, your brain trying to process his question. His smile grew as he watched you struggle with the question. “You know, like Snoopy?” He tilted his head downwards, and you glanced down at your pajamas again. You were definitely blushing now.

“Oh! Yes. I love Peanuts,” you stuttered, trying your best to avoid James’ gaze, but getting more flustered as you noticed his patient, almost endeared smile. Charlie piped up again, “Mummy loves Snoopy! She has a Snoopy plushie she sleeps with every night.”

“Charlie!” You hissed, shooting him a warning look. James laughed, the sound warm and smooth, while Charlie just beamed at you, clearly pleased to have made James laugh.

“No, no, it’s okay,” James said with a chuckle. “I think it’s cute, actually.” He caught your eye again, and his smile softened. You swallowed nervously, which triggered a coughing fit. You doubled over, coughing into your elbow for a moment before straightening up, your eyes watering slightly. James looked at you sympathetically.

“Well, I won’t keep you,” James said when you finally stopped coughing. “You go get some rest. Charlie and I are going to have a great day of school, aren’t we?” James looked down at your son, and he nodded fervently in response.

“Yes! I want to go to class. I love you, Mummy!” Charlie said, placing a kiss on the palm of his hand and reaching his hand up to the window. You grabbed his hand with a smile, squeezing his small palm in yours.

“I love you too, Charlie. Be good today,” you replied. You snuck a glace up at James, who was watching the two of you with a soft, almost fond, smile. Charlie ran over to James again, and he guided him gently into the building, giving you a small wave as the two of them went inside.

That afternoon, Charlie came home with a small gift basket that contained a box of tea, a few cans of soup, and an envelope with your name scrawled across the front in slanted letters. There was a takeaway gift card stuffed at the front, and as you pulled it out you noticed the note behind it. It appeared to have been written on a small school notepad, and there were alphabet blocks that bordered the sheet of paper. On it, a few simple words were inscribed with the same handwriting.

“So you don’t have to cook tonight. -James.”

He had drawn a small cartoon of Snoopy next to his name.

[megalony]

Home Invasion- Part 2

This is the follow up of my Eddie x Evan x Deaf! Reader imagine, thank you all for the lovely feedback and a lovely anon for this idea. I hope you will all like it.

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911 Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: When Eddie and Evan are at work, someone breaks into their home and (Y/n) ends up being attacked.

Enjoy.

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Reaching her arms out in front of her, (Y/n) curled her hands down around Eddie's biceps and gave him a light shake to make him jump and catch his attention. She rose a brow when he turned his head to the side to look down at her with his lips curved up on one side.

When he leaned forward to try and press a kiss to her temple, (Y/n) pulled back and shook her head, feeling her stomach flip when he frowned.

Holding her hands out flat, (Y/n) pressed them together then parted them to the sides. Then she held her hands out in front of her with her fingers curled into her palms and her index finger and thumb pressed together. She moved her hands back and forth in front of her, crooking her index finger while her lips pursed and she watched the way Eddie's frown curved back into a grin.

Stop running.

"Sorry, Bobby puts us on a timer. In and out," Eddie checked another item off the shopping list held tightly in his fist before he leaned over and pecked her lips before she could pull away again.

He was so used to going shopping with Bobby and Hen for the station, he was always on shopping duty almost every week. Mainly because he was efficient enough to finish the shop in less than twenty minutes. Eddie was used to Bobby giving them each a list and sending them in the shop like they were doing drill exercises.

It was hard to snap out of that routine when he went shopping for his own family rather than for the station house.

Eddie smiled when (Y/n) reached out and curled her hands around his bicep, standing so close she was almost sitting on his hip. He leaned over, pressing his forearms down into the trolley while he looked over the list and bit down on the pen in his other hand.

He liked the way (Y/n) perched her chin on his shoulder and nuzzled her nose against his neck because it sent shivers tingling through his blood and made his body quake.

His eyes followed (Y/n)'s hand as she pointed at her chest, then curled her fingers and crooked her index finger. She curled and uncurled her finger whilst moving her hand in a slow line towards Eddie. Cereal. She was going to go and get the cereal.

Unravelling herself from Eddie's arm, (Y/n) stood a step to the side and jutted her hip out to the side so it bumped into the trolley. Her lips curved into a rather sassy grin which made Eddie tilt his head up to pay attention to what she was about to sign. Her hands crossed in front of her chest then uncrossed and moved down near her hips before she curled her index finger and thumb and moved her hands in front of her again.

But when she finally held her hand up straight and curled her wrist to circle her hand in a clockwise motion, she saw Eddie grin brightly.

Don't run away.

He straightened up so he was back to towering over her and took a step closer so he could reach out and press a finger beneath her chin. He jutted her head back so she was looking up at him, suddenly thankful no one else was in the aisle to witness them.

"I wouldn't dare." He murmured quietly, slow enough for her to read his lips before he leaned in and stole a kiss.

His thumb brushed across (Y/n)'s chin and he nipped at her bottom lip before he pulled back and made a point of walking very slowly down the aisle to show he wasn't about to race off. He couldn't always help speeding around the shop, he had been trained by Bobby to be swift and not to daudle or hang around for anything.

Whereas (Y/n) didn't like to run around the shop, grabbing everything and moving like they were doing some sort of hit and run robbery.

And it was usually Evan who did the weekly shop, he was the only one out of the three of them who actually enjoyed shopping. He was like a child in a toy shop because Evan made the weekly food menu for the house and he and (Y/n) were the ones who did the cooking. They didn't let Eddie near the kitchen unless he was making cereal; that was the only thing he could make properly.

Evan had taken Chris out to the cinema today. He had a thing for all the animated movies and whenever a new kid's movie came out in the cinema, Evan was the first one in the cinema to see them. Eddie wasn't so keen and was very happy for Evan to take Chris for the afternoon.

(Y/n) didn't go to the cinema very often. They didn't show many films with subtitles and they only put subtitles on movies in the evenings so she didn't have many opportunities to take Chris to the cinema. It was easier to wait and watch the movies at home when they came out on the tv.

Rather than stay at home, alone, (Y/n) joined Eddie to do the shopping. It had been almost two weeks since someone broke in and (Y/n) hadn't been alone in the house yet. If both the boys were at work, (Y/n) either went round to see Maddie or she waited at the station because Bobby had graciously told her she could come round whenever she liked and stay as long as she wanted.

And if she was home alone with Chris, they ended up at the park or on an evening drive to get out the house.

(Y/n) was waiting for the day one of the boys told her to stop being silly and brave being alone. She was anxiously waiting for them to snap or sit her down and kindly tell her they couldn't hold her hand and make sure one of them was always by her side twenty four seven.

But neither of them were ever going to do that.

Eddie and Evan had agreed that for as long as they could and in whatever way they could, one of them would be home or be around (Y/n) until she told them she was fine being alone. They would do whatever they could to make her feel safe.

A quiet hum vibrated at the back of (Y/n)'s throat and she pressed her lips together tightly to try and make sure she wasn't accidentally humming very loudly in the middle of the shop and drawing attention to herself.

Her fingers skimmed across the shelves as she turned the corner and moved into the next aisle.

When a sudden tightening feeling started to creep into her chest, (Y/n) glanced around the aisle and turned her head to look back over her shoulder.

There was nothing there.

Unease rattled down her spine and spread through her arms down to her fingertips as she looked ahead and moved just a little bit quicker to get to the end of the aisle. She used to pride herself on being so self aware and having a good gage of her surroundings. (Y/n) could sense and feel when people were near, the boys could never sneak up on her or give her a jumpscare when she was in a certain mood.

Now, every little shift in temperature, every soft breeze or hazy movement out the corner of her eye had her spinning around in circles, barely breathing as she tried to find the source of her panic.

Every touch, every movement and every glimpse became threatening when she didn't feel safe.

(Y/n) turned back around and moved ahead into the next aisle, speeding up to get near the end so she could grab Chris's usual rainbow hoops and the cornflakes for Evan. She grabbed the biggest box she could see for Chris and darted her eyes around for Evan's box.

Her teeth sank down into her lower lip and she coiled the box closer against her chest before she looked down and slowly stood on the empty crate on the floor. Why did they have to put cornflakes on the top shelf? Didn't they know it was one of the most commonly bought items?

Just as her fingers scraped the box, a sudden chill crept up the back of (Y/n)'s neck and a horrible sense of dread built up in the pit of her stomach. Her hand clenched around the cardboard box like claws piercing into prey and she went against every instinct she had and turned her head towards the left as slowly as she could.

Oh God.

She lost her balance and stumbled off the crate and onto the marble floor, watching the cereal box tumble down the corner of her eye in slow motion but it didn't make her wince or jump or react like it should have.

Her body stayed as still as a picture, frozen in time as her eyes locked onto a figure walking past the end of the aisle.

She had seen that awful, shaggy brown haircut before with greasy locks that flopped around his ears. She remembered those dark green eyes. Eyes that had been full of anger and blown wide with panic when she crashed down into the coffee table. Those eyes were the last thing (Y/n) had seen before she collided with the table and subsequently passed out.

Terror ransacked (Y/n)'s blood and made her body tremble as she stood, frozen to the spot. Unable to look away even after the man walked out of sight towards a different aisle.

He hadn't seen her. Would he recognise her if he had? Would he have tried to approach her or just carry on walking as if she meant nothing at all to him? Would he have come over to taunt her, maybe ask how she was after her fall? Maybe he had forgotten what she looked like.

(Y/n) hadn't forgotten him. She didn't forget how he hurt her and how he had gotten away before anyone even knew something was amiss.

With Chris's box of cereal now crushed between her arm and her chest, dinted right down the middle and most likely with half a bag of broken pieces, (Y/n) managed to turn around.

She couldn't feel her feet when they thundered against the floor and carried her in a sprint around the corner. Her body turned and twisted to the side, somehow still agile and graceful while she avoided colliding into someone's trolley and bolted. Her head twisted to the left, furiously glancing down each aisle until she locked her eyes on her partner.

Eddie was stood in an empty aisle, hands on his hips, one knee jutted forward, the pen tucked behind his ear and their shopping list pinned neatly between his lips. He was looking for the specific brand of protein drinks he and Evan had been taking to work with them recently.

(Y/n) wasn't sure if she made a noise that caught his attention or if he heard her panting madly to try and catch back her stolen breath. But either way, his body turned to the right just as she stormed down the aisle towards him. Her arm moved and dropped the box of cereal on the floor a few feet away from the trolley.

There was barely any time for Eddie to move or process the sight ahead of him before (Y/n) barrelled into him and knocked him back three feet into the trolley. Her arms bound around his middle, deadlocking him against her while her forehead pushed forward and buried into the middle of his chest right against his sternum.

Panic was the first thing that Eddie felt when she grabbed him.

His arms froze in mid-air and his eyes bulged in their sockets when he felt that she was pressing herself against him so tightly her nose was becoming squashed into his chest and he could feel each hot breath she panted into his shirt. Her body trembled against his in a way that made Eddie jutter back and forth and he didn't know what to do.

"Woah, baby." He pulled the piece of paper from his lips and tossed it limply into the trolley behind him before he coiled his arms cautiously around her.

His hand cradled the back of her head while his other arm deadlocked around her waist just in case she was about to collapse or her knees were going to giveway. Eddie pressed his lips against the top of her head and tried humming into her hair to calm her down but he couldn't help but dart his eyes around for any sign of a threat or a problem.

He could see a few passers-by giving them odd looks and one old lady even smiled at him as if it was totally normal to have a display of intimacy in the middle of a shop.

But he couldn't see anything that would class as a problem or any sign of a threat.

With a deep breath, Eddie leaned his upper chest back and moved his hands to cup (Y/n)'s face in his palms. His thumbs brushed beneath her eyes, catching a stray tear while he moved her head so her chin was pressing into his chest but she was finally looking up at him.

Eddie kept one hand cupping the side of (Y/n)'s face while he moved his right hand and curled his fingers into his palm. Leaving his thumb and pinky sticking out, he moved his curled fingers to press into his chin before he pulled his hand down.

"What's wrong?"

(Y/n) dug her fingers into Eddie's back, scratching her nails into his shirt as she tried to pull her head from his hold and smother her face back into his chest again. She felt better when she darkened her senses and the only thing she could comprehend was the feel of his chest and she smell of his cologne flooding through her nose.

What was she supposed to tell him? How could she explain she had seen a split second glimpse of someone and she thought, only thought, that it might be the man who attacked her?

How stupid was that going to make her seem?

He looked so familiar. She was so sure it was him, but he walked away. (Y/n) saw him from a distance and for all she knew, he could have been a figment of her imagination. She might have imagined and overreacted to something very plain and simple.

It couldn't have been him, though. It was highly unlikely that after two weeks, (Y/n) would see the same man in the same shop she was in, just by coincidence.

But what if it was him?

Her attention was forced back to Eddie when he gripped her chin and lifted her head from his chest, forcing her to look up at him while he moved his free hand to rub circles over his chest.

Breathe.

Eddie let go of her and took one slow, cautious step back so he could try and sign because she wasn't paying enough attention to read his lips. But as soon as he stepped back, she moved forward and deadlocked her arms around his chest again, too afraid to let him go. Something bad had clearly gone on while he had left her for less than five minutes in another aisle.

He leaned back but allowed (Y/n)'s arms to stay around his middle and he did his best to sign around her. He clenched his hands into fists and held them near his chest before he pulled them down and pointed his index fingers out. Then he turned his palms facing upwards and shook his hands around like he was pretending to juggle.

"Baby, what's happened?"

(Y/n) uncurled her arms from Eddie enough to hover her hands in front of her and shake them around her chest before she stuck her thumb up and pointed it at her chest.

"Scared of what?" Eddie didn't understand. How had she scared herself? They were in a store, what could she have done to scare herself other than almost collide with someone or fall over?

(Y/n) raised a hand towards her eye and moved her finger back and forth for a second before she curled her fingers and pinched her index finger and thumb together, rotating her hand in a circle. It was easier to say she thought she saw something than trying to explain to Eddie that she might have seen her attacker. She didn't want to panic him more than she already had and if she was wrong she was going to look a fool.

Eddie swallowed down a sigh and pressed his lips together in a thin line when (Y/n) repeated the sign for 'scared myself'. She was trying to calm him down and although her words weren't working, her actions were because Eddie could see she was breathing more rationally and evenly now and her eyes weren't watering or fuelled with panic.

"Are you sure?" He pointed at her then held his index finger and thumb out, pressed his finger to his chin and motioned his hand towards her.

His eyes widened when (Y/n) reached forward and curled both her hands around his bicep so she could reel his arm into her chest and cling to him like a monkey to a tree. The action unsettled him because he could see she was still rattled and he didn't know why. But she wasn't in floods of tears or spiralling into a panic attack and Eddie didn't want to push her into one by continuing the conversation.

He reached down with his free hand and grabbed the cereal box she dropped and tossed it into the trolley. His eyes remained on (Y/n) for a while as they walked. Eddie didn't like the way she tightened her fingers into his arm when someone passed them by.

Her nose and lips pressed just below his shoulder over his shirt and (Y/n) kept her eyes on the trolley to stop herself from overthinking and panicking too much.

It couldn't have been the same person. She was just becoming paranoid.

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Venom swirled in (Y/n)'s pupils that were turning into black holes the longer she stared down at the coffee table.

Wood. The new coffee table was made of wood. No metal frame to scrape into (Y/n)'s skin and give her bruises that still hadn't faded away and scratch marks that cut deep enough to leave little scars. No glass top that could easily shatter if she were to be thrown onto it again. No chance of another accident that led to a four hour stay in the emergency room picking glass out of her hair and arm.

They shouldn't have needed to buy a new coffee table. (Y/n) liked the old one, there was nothing wrong with it until she literally fell through it.

Eddie and Evan couldn't stomach the thought of another glass table and they had been more than relieved that the dining table was made of oak or that would have been switched as well. They didn't want any reminders of the fact their girl had been forcefully smashed through a pane of glass.

The small discoloured mark on the wood floor from her blood stain was more than enough of a reminder about what happened.

Tears dripped down (Y/n)'s face and her nails scratched so deeply into her upper arms that she was beginning to draw blood. Her elbows pinned into her chest as her upper body slowly rocked back and forth on the sofa.

The tv was playing an old re-run of one of Eddie's favoured Spanish tella-novella shows. (Y/n) couldn't find the will to try and watch something new and actually focus on the tv; it was on as background stimulation rather than entertainment.

"No."

The word fell from her lips on a constant loop, sometimes loud, sometimes deathly quiet and inaudible. But it was the only thing she could say and comprehend as she pushed up from the sofa and launched the remote on the floor near to the tv.

She couldn't even last an hour alone in the house. Maddie had gone home just over half an hour ago and (Y/n) couldn't handle it. Both the boys were on shift together and (Y/n) knew deep in her heart that the station was where she was going to go. Since Maddie walked out the door, the thought of the station had lodged itself in the back of her mind.

She couldn't bare to go into the dining room alone. She didn't want to bring her crafts into the living room or the bedroom. She didn't want to be in the house when no one else was here and if her back was turned to the door, she was making herself easy prey. Again.

With her bag slung on her shoulder, (Y/n) coiled her arms around her chest and hurried out the front door. She barely managed to lock it before she was speeding down the path and around the block.

Home wasn't safe if one of her boys weren't with her.

How was (Y/n) supposed to protect herself when she failed last time? She didn't know she was supposed to be protecting herself from anyone before the stranger broke in. She couldn't hear anything. A burglar could be as loud as he wanted, breaking the door frame, picking the locks and the windows, he could crash into anything and break as many ornaments in the house as he wanted and (Y/n) wouldn't know unless she saw some movement.

With her back turned, she was making herself a target and (Y/n) couldn't constantly be spinning around in circles to check behind her and make sure she was safe. At least with Eddie or Evan by her side, they could hear the things she didn't and she wouldn't get hurt if someone broke in when one of the boys was home.

Walking the streets didn't feel safe anymore.

(Y/n) had plucked up the courage to take Chris to school for the past two days and even he had noticed the way (Y/n) was constantly looking over her shoulder and gripping his hand tighter and tighter the further away from home they walked.

It didn't help that (Y/n) felt sure she was seeing a familiar figure whenever she left the house. She could see a tall, looming figure somewhere on her walk when she left the house. Leaning against a lamp post, walking twenty feet behind her and Chris. Hovering near a car but not actually moving or getting anything in or out of the car. And she couldn't see the figure's face which didn't help when she felt like she was being watched. She couldn't even describe who was watching her.

(Y/n) rubbed her arm against her chest, itching the stitches through her bandage that she had scratched enough to make it come loose and hang near her elbow. She wanted to tear out each stitch, no matter if it meant she would bleed out or not. They were itching and when she was panicked, her arm started to ache and feel heavy.

Panic bubbled up in her chest and made the tears fall faster down her face when she felt the incessant urge to turn her head and look over her shoulder.

The figure.

Looming far back down the road in the direction she had just come from. It had to be a coincidence, that had to be a different person from the figure she thought she was seeing around her almost every day.

Look forward. Keep moving. Don't run.

Mantra after mantra circled around in (Y/n)'s head as she tried not to bolt into a run. She was too far away from the station to run all the way there and not stumble or be caught- if indeed she was being chased at all.

After five paces, (Y/n) crossed the road and rounded the corner, veering off to the right, coming out of the culdesac they lived in. She knew she shouldn't, but she looked back again. He was following her. He had crossed the road and sped up so there was less than the width of a car between them.

She was being followed.

Her fingers rummaged around in her bag and shakily curled around her phone. She needed to message one of the boys and tell them she was coming down to the station. If she didn't get there within ten minutes and she told them she was coming over, they would know something was wrong. Just in case her 'friend' got her before she got there.

Not Safe!! Coming to the station. Need help!

It happened to be Evan that she clicked on. His was the first contact that popped up on her screen. And he was a worrier. She was going to panic him, but if she sent him something calm and serene and she didn't turn up he wouldn't panic as much as he would if she let him knonw something wasn't right.

For a few seconds, she thought about holding her phone to her ear and pretending to be on a call. But she couldn't. The man was close behind her, close enough that he would be able to hear that she wasn't actually talking. And if she did talk and pretend to have a conversation, he would notice right away that she was hearing impaired. She didn't need to give him more motivation to hurt her.

She could feel her panic rising the further away from home she got because she was halfway between home and the station. Halfway to nowhere if he caught up with her soon.

(Y/n) crossed three more roads and got onto the main street in half the time it would usually have taken her to get this close to the station. Sweat was pouring off of her in buckets from a combination of exhersion and panic. Her shirt was clinging to her chest and back and her legs were aching from speed walking and doing her best not to burst out into a run.

I want my boys. I want my boys!

Something like a squeak burned in the back of (Y/n)'s throat when she glanced her eyes at the car next to her on her left.

She could see his reflection in the window. He was close.

Run!

It didn't matter if she bolted down the street anymore. It didn't matter that people were going to see her fleeing down the street and wonder what on Earth she was doing. It didn't matter that he would know she knew she was being followed and that she was in danger. All that mattered was reaching the station before she was grabbed. Again.

Her bag flung into her side and whacked against her back as she ran as fast as her pounding feet and burning legs would carry her. Her right hand clutched her bag to keep it on her shoulder, she needed it as a weapon in case he caught her.

Her free arm waved madly at her side to give extra momentum and push her further as her lungs started to burn and deflate and a stitch tore through her stomach like she had been shot. She needed to keep going. (Y/n) had to round the next corner, cross the road and get into the fire house where she would be safe. He might be stupid enough to chase her in broad daylight, but he couldn't try and attack or snatch her from a fire house where dozens of people would be working and in plain view of him.

A daring glance over her shoulder made (Y/n) scream and she knew the sound was loud because her lips vibrated and her throat burned. He was running after her. She really was being chased down the street.

Her feet skidded as she pounded round the corner and bumped into the wall when her balance was thrown off. Her hip burned and a feeble cry left her lips when the bandage around her arm scraped against the brick wall and took a stitch off with it. But she couldn't stop. The blood would have to trickle down her arm and leave a trail in her wake. She had to keep going.

In her blind panic, (Y/n) didn't bother to look, she stumbled off the pavement and onto the road.

The firehouse. The big, burning red building was right there across from her. It was within her reach. All she had to do was cross the road.

Her body shuddered and her arms coiled into her chest when a flash of dark silver caught the corner of her left eye. A car. Her mind screamed, malfunctioning with the panic of whether to stop dead in the middle of the road or run faster.

She ran faster. She had more chance of getting away from the car and her attacker if she ran rather than if she stopped and missed the car but got caught by the man.

Tears streamed down her burning face and her hands scraped the gravel road, cutting her palms and imbedding grit into the skin when she narrowly missed the car that screeched to a halt two feet away from her as she went down on her knees on the other side of the road. Her hands burned, her arm was shaking in agony and she could barely feel her hands or feet from the numb panic that was making all the blood go to her head and her stomach.

(Y/n) couldn't work out what the driver was saying. He had his head stuck out the car window and his arms were waving at her like mad.

She pushed up to her feet and curled one burning, scraped hand into a fist which she frantically rubbed over her chest as she tried to shout "I'm sorry!" as loud as she could in case he didn't know sign language. She didn't mean to panic him and ruin his day.

She stumbled over her feet and fell backwards, landing harshly on her bum on the edge of the pavement when her eyes locked on her attacker. He was running towards her at full speed. She felt caught between putting her arms up in defence and trying to keep moving. (Y/n) settled for turning and laying her stomach on the pavement to try and push herself up to her feet again.

"No!" Her hands clenched into fists, bashing into his chest when his rough hands grabbed her shoulders.

It was the same touch. The same fingers that bruised her two weeks ago. The same calloused hands that pushed her into the coffee table. The same green eyes that burned into her with a rage (Y/n) had seen very few times in her life. She wasn't being hurt again. She wasn't becoming a victim again.

(Y/n) tried to make whatever noise she could, as loud as she seemed to be able to. Without hearing, it was impossible to determine whether she was whispering or shouting, screaming or murmuring but she did whatever she could. Her fists smashed into his nose and near his eyes, she wanted his eyes to water so he was blinded with pain and had no choice but to let her go.

Her body stumbled backwards when his rough touch let her go and she jolted around and bolted across the pavement and stumbled through the open doors of the fire house.

A shrill scream left (Y/n)'s lips when fingers curled in the scruff of her ponytail and yanked her head backwards with force.

Power (Y/n) didn't know she had jolted through her like electricity and in one swift motion, she spun on her heels and launched her bag out. Her fingers dug into the leather strap of her handbag deep enough to start cutting through the material and she whacked it down roughly on the side of the man's head.

With her phone, purse, keys and a lot of other loose items in her bag, it became a very useful, heavy weapon and (Y/n) slammed it down against the man's shoulder and then into his chest until he stumbled down to his knees. She wished there was a glass door nearby that she could have thrown him into to show him what it felt like to be sliced to ribbons and knocked unconscious by brute force.

She coiled her arm back, ready to send another devastating blow against her attacker's head before a body moved in front of him and hands were being held out towards her.

Bobby.

She stopped in her tracks, chest heaving and tears pouring down her face when Bobby shook his head and kept his arms out towards her to stop her. He had no idea what was going on or why she was suddenly fighting with someone, but he needed her to stop. He could see the state she was in and he had seen the strange man grab her so he knew (Y/n) had every right to defend herself, but she was safe now.

They would take care of whoever this person was.

Panic ransacked Bobby's entire being when (Y/n) finally stopped screaming and instead moved her hand. He only knew the basic signs for sign language, he was still trying to learn more to communicate with her. Evan was like a son to him and therefore Bobby wanted to get to know (Y/n) as well.

"I need some help down here!"

(Y/n)'s hand started to move but Bobby didn't know what she was doing. She pushed her palm away from her, pulling her hand back and forth like she was pushing an invisible door. Before she pointed her index finger and tilted her hand back and forth rapidly. It was the only thing she was signing and Bobby didn't understand.

"(Y/n)?! (Y/n) what's wrong? Jesus baby what are you doing?!" Words flew past Evan's lips and his hand repeatedly pressed against his chin with his thumb and pinky stuck out, trying to ask what was wrong. He heard her screams from upstairs and her text had scared the living daylights out of him.

Evan held both arms out and as swift as anything, he clamped his arms around (Y/n)'s waist and lifted her off her feet before she could swing her bag down on the stranger again. His hands dug into her waist and her arm got pinned against his chest when he swiftly carried her a few feet away towards the middle of the station floor.

He could feel her nails piercing down into his exposed arm and he pressed his lips to the top of her head. His eyes frantically looked over at Bobby, wide and full of panic as he leaned over, pressing his chest into (Y/n)'s side and back to stop her fighting to get out of his hold.

Evan jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder but relief burned in his eyes when he realised it was only Eddie.

"What the fuck's going on?"

Eddie clamped one hand down on Evan's shoulder and moved the other to grip (Y/n)'s arm when she finally stopped writhing around in Evan's grip so he could let her go. He moved to stand in front of her but anger burned bright in Evan's eyes when he looked down at (Y/n)'s hand to see what she was trying to sign.

It's him.

A sudden breathlessness came over (Y/n) and she found herself latching her hands onto Eddie's forearm as her knees caved. Her back fell into his chest and his arms swooped around her middle, coiling her into him as he lowered them both down to the floor. Eddie knelt behind her, pulling (Y/n) flush into his chest as he kissed the top of her head, unsure what was going on.

But he started to piece everything together when he noticed Evan's hands were curled up into tight fists at his sides and his whole body was trembling.

"Buck, no-"

"I'll kill him! I'll kill the fucker he's attacked her again!"

(Y/n) shuddered in Eddie's arms when Evan bolted from their side. Her head turned to the side and she pushed herself further into Eddie's embrace, burying her face against his arm so she didn't have to watch. She could feel his lips smothering the back of her head and his hand started to flutter up and down her arm to try and calm her down but he too was starting to tremble.

"Buck don't! It's not worth it," Hen and Chimney rushed forward, both of them struggling to hold Evan back while Bobby kept hold of the man so he didn't manage an escape trick.

"Buck you're not helping." Eddie spoke through gritted teeth and he glared up at his partner before motioning to their girl wrapped up in his arms.

Evan wasn't doing (Y/n) any favours by attacking the man in broad daylight because he would get himself into trouble and they didn't need to give the man any reasons to get away with what he'd done.

Anger continued to bubble up through the pit of Evan's stomach and rattle throughout his body. But he wrenched his arms free from Hen and Chimney's hold, shaking them off so he could collapse down on his knees in front of his partners. His hands smoothed up and down (Y/n)'s thighs before he gingerly reached for her hand and gently uncurled her hand from Eddie's arm so he could lay her arm stretched out over his lap.

Two stitches had been torn from her arm and blood was trickling down towards her elbow and a few splatters were dribbled near her wrist and her hand. The bandage was hanging loosely around her elbow so Evan carefully started to wind it back around her arm. The continuous, slow motion calmed down one of the many nerves raging free within Evan and he pinned the bandage back in place. It would do until they could get her to hospital to redo the stitches again and check the wound was alright.

Evan gently brushed his thumb over the back of (Y/n)'s hand while he inspected her palm that was bloody and covered in scrapes and grit and specks of dirt.

"He's not getting away with this." He kept his head tilted down so (Y/n) couldn't see what he was saying just in case he spoke again before he could think better of it. But he knew Eddie heard him when Eddie started to sway (Y/n) back and forth with his lips still pressed against her head and his arms tense around her frame.

If Eddie didn't continue to hold (Y/n) like this, the team would be pinning him to the floor so he didn't go and attack whoever it was that was going to be arrested in a few minutes.

They were going to make sure he regretted everything he had done to their girl.

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Fratboy Harry - Part 1

Summary: Harry Styles was a boy with a reputation, one that you couldn't care less about. Yet one night at a frat party changed everything.

Warnings: Smut, drinking, angst, a very cocky Harry. 18+ ONLY!!

Part 1 Word Count: 1434

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Harry Styles was a cocky asshole. You knew it, everyone within your circle of friends knew it. Hell, everyone on campus probably knew it. He had a reputation, and although you wouldn't say you knew him well, you'd run into him enough to make your own assumptions.

So why in God's name you had allowed yourself to be alone with him for a few minutes, you'd never know. There was no arguing that he was attractive. You would even go as far as to say he was incredibly hot and sexy, and most likely amazing in bed. But you'd been warned too many times at various parties to stay away from him because he was bad news and would only break your heart.

But tonight you didn't care. Your heart had been broken and patched up so many times, you doubted it even beat the same. You knew the difference between love and sex, and right now love was the last thing on your mind.

You'd decided to take your drink with you outside on the back porch, feeling the need for some fresh air. The party inside had gotten loud and obnoxious to say the least. Your friends were chatting up some guys, trying to divvy them up between them, but you were less than interested.

Leaning against the deck railing, looking out into the back yard, you heard a voice behind you.

"Nice night, isn't it?"

You craned your neck to see him standing two feet behind you, plaid shirt halfway unbuttoned and beer in his hand. He wore that cocky smirk on his face as he stared at you, waiting for a response. Rolling your eyes, you turned back around.

Oblivious to your contempt, Harry stepped up beside you, resting his forearms on the railing. You didn't dare look at him, though your body buzzed with the energy that his gave off.

"Supposed to be a full moon tonight," he commented. "Not sure if we could see it from here."

When you merely responded with a nod, Harry shifted to face you.

"Do you not talk?" he inquired.

"Of course I talk," you scoffed. "If there's someone worth talking to."

"Ouch," Harry placed his hand over his heart, feigning offense.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle a giggle. Finally you looked up at him. "Sorry," you muttered. "That was rude."

Harry shrugged, "Can't say it's the rudest thing anyone's said to me. But I accept your apology."

You gave him a soft smile which he returned. Your stomach did a flip and you just knew the color was rising to your cheeks, so you quickly lifted your glass to your mouth.

"What are you drinking?" Harry pointed.

You swallowed. "No idea," you chuckled, suddenly realizing it yourself. "Probably has rum in it."

Harry leaned forward, taking a whiff of your drink, a fruity concoction that someone had made in the kitchen.

"Yeah, smells like it," he grimaced.

"It's not bad," you shrugged before taking another sip.

"I got a better idea," he said, grabbing your hand. Before you could argue, he pulled you toward the door and back into the house.

Normally you didn't give two shits about how others felt about you. But walking into the kitchen with Harry, you suddenly felt self-conscious, like all eyes were on you. You weren't particularly shy, but not the most popular girl either. Someone like Harry Styles was not usually the kind of company you kept and...well...let's just say he kept a lot of females company.

A few people greeted him, giving him high fives or fist bumps. Trying not to feel out of place, you leaned back against the counter, taking the last sips of your rum cocktail, setting the empty glass on the counter.

"I think it's time for some shots," declared Harry, grabbing the bottle of Jose Cuervo. "Who's got a shot glass?"

With a cheer of agreement, Harry was quickly handed a shot glass and a salt shaker. Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when he took hold of your hand, brought his other thumb to his mouth to wet it, and swiped it across your wrist. You were sure your jaw was wide open when he then shook salt over the wet sliver of skin. Your hand still in his, he lifted it to his mouth and swiped his tongue across the salt. His eyes focused on you, Harry lifted the glass now filled with the tequila, and shot it back in one gulp. You barely noticed someone hand him a wedge of lime until it was sucking on it.

Your entire body shook. That was the most erotic thing you'd ever witnessed, and you were sure this time Harry noticed you blushing.

"Your turn, Y/N."

Wait, what? He knew your name? Being who he was, of course you knew his name, but he knew yours? Holy hell!

"Um..." you stammered. "I...don't know."

Before you could argue any further, Harry licked his thumb just like he had before, only this time he tilted his head and swiped it across his neck, just under his perfect jaw line. Dammit.

"You don't like tequila?" he asked, lightly shaking salt on himself.

"Uh...no...it's not that, I-"

Someone you didn't know handed you a shot glass then, the yellow liquor filled to the rim. Looking between it and Harry, you froze.

"Lick my neck, love," Harry insisted, taking the tequila from you.

"Um..." you hesitated. "I..."

"Oh, come on! One lick won't kill you."

What on earth had just happened? Suddenly, you remembered who you were with, and why his reputation preceded him. You should have walked away right then and there, but instead you found your tongue on his salty skin, taking a lick. Then you took the shot glass back from Harry, throwing it back and emptying it in one large swallow.

Your throat burned as you looked at him again, a lime wedge between his teeth. Giving you that cocky smirk once more, he beckoned you closer, wanting you to take it from him.

Closing your mouth around it, your lips met his. You'd never feel so loose and uninhibited in your life. It was as though the warm liquid had seeped down to your toes and you were no longer afraid of any consequences. You faintly heard the sounds of hoots and hollers around you, but you didn't care. It was just a show for them, and you were the girl of the moment. No doubt Harry had done this a number of times with a number of other girls. This was no different, and you had no reason to think you were anything special.

You felt Harry's hands on your waist as you pulled away from him, the taste of lime, salt and tequila on your tongue. Tossing the lime wedge in a nearby trash can, Harry continued to grin at you.

"Another, yeah?"

You quickly shook your head before you could change your mid. "No, I'm...I'm good."

"You sure?"

You nodded with a smile. Harry still had a hand on you as you felt his other reach behind and pull you closer. Your lips met once again as he placed a tender kiss on your mouth, gently sliding his tongue inside. The heat that ran throughout your body, pumping the blood through your veins couldn't be ignored. But you knew that you couldn't let it continue. You ran your hands up his chest and down his arms before unwrapping them from you.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a low voice, his face dropping.

"Nothing," you replied. "I should probably go. Have fun, Harry."

"What?" he quirked his brows in confusion. "Where are you going?"

"To find my friends," you gestured toward the living room.

"I'll go with you," he offered.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "It's okay. This..." you looked around the kitchen, "this is your entourage. Your scene. You hardly know me."

"I wanna get to know you, Y/N."

You rolled your eyes. "How do you even know my name?"

Harry glared at you until the corners of his mouth began to curl up. "I asked somebody before I followed you outside," he shrugged.

You shook your head again, though you couldn't really say you were surprised, nor were you really mad. You supposed you should be flattered that he asked about you, but still, you knew you were just another conquest to him, another notch in his belt.

"See ya, Harry," you said with a wave as you turned and left the room.

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stealing from ash with some additional photos under the cut because today was so so so much fun

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Have some Sidelined AU tidepod duo feels for your soul

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When Mikey was eight, he wanted to climb a tree in Central Park.

Raph was too nervous to go with him - what if a branch snapped under his weight, or a human saw them, even though it was night? And Donnie had absolutely no interest, bent over his phone and scrolling away. But Leo hopped right up onto the branch next to him, grinning wide, and said, "Race you to the top!"

Mikey had been on rooftops with his brothers before, but climbing the tree was completely different. There were no flat spaces, no ladders, and everything was uneven spaces. They had to stretch their legs or swing over gaps to the next branch, hauling themselves up by the pure strength of their arms. It was fun and free and easy, and Mikey found himself laughing and whooping the whole way as he hurried to be faster than Leo.

He won the race. Looking back on it now, maybe Leo let him win. In the moment nothing like that occurred to him, though - he sat on one of the top branches at the thinnest part of the tree, one arm looped around the trunk and the other thrust high above his head in victory.

"YEEEEAAAH! I WON! THANK YOU, NEW YORK CITY!"

Leo pouted as he pulled himself up onto a branch close to Mikey. "Aww man! Can't believe I lost to a baby."

"I'm not a baby!" Mikey argued as he had many times before, swinging his legs back and forth. "Could a baby climb a whole tree?"

"Hmm..." Leo gave it some thought. "A monkey baby could."

Mikey had kicked at Leo's feet, but he was too far away to make contact, so it got boring fast. Instead, he let his eyes trail to the view around them.

"Wow... we're so high! You can see the whole city from here!"

"Totally," Leo agreed. "Dee and Raph are missing out."

Mikey snickered. "They aren't as cool as us."

"Well, we already knew that," said Leo, grinning and holding out a fist for Mikey to bump.

They sat there for several more minutes, just taking in the view. It wasn't the tallest tree in the park, and definitely wasn't tall enough to see over the skyscrapers, but at the time Mikey felt like he'd summitted Mount Everest. This was surely as high up as anyone had ever climbed.

Soon enough, Raph started to call for them to come down, and with a resigned sigh Leo swung backwards off the branch he was sitting on and flipped down to the next. "Come on, Mikey, let's go."

It was a cool move, and Mikey wanted to copy it. He fell back, watching the city flip upside down, then made it as far as dangling under the branch the way Leo had.

Only, there was nothing under his feet to step onto. He looked, but he couldn't find the branch he'd used to climb up.

"L-leo," he called nervously, kicking his feet over empty air. "There's nowhere to go."

"Hey, you're fine," said Leo, standing on a branch just in front of him. "The branch is just a few inches behind you."

Mikey tried to look over his shoulder and see it, but his shell was in the way. He windmilled his feet, not finding purchase, and his hands were starting to slip. "Leo!" he cried more urgently.

"Mikey, you're fine," said Leo, in the big brother voice he almost never used, and Mikey stopped looking for the branch to meet his eyes. "Just kick your feet back a little and you'll feel it."

Mikey kicked his feet back and found the branch. Instinctively he wrapped his toes around it, relaxing when he finally had somewhere to rest his weight.

He looked down, and the climb to the ground was suddenly a dizzying task.

"I can't do it."

"Yes you can. You got all the way up here, now you just have to do it backwards."

"I can't see the branches."

"So you go by feel. Here, watch me." Leo lowered himself over the branch he was standing on, feeling with his feet until he found the next branch. "See? Easy!"

"That's not easy!"

"Come on, Mikey, you got this!"

"What if I fall?"

"I'm right here with you," said Leo. "I'd never let you fall."

Somehow, that was all it took. Leo was right there, and he wasn't going to let Mikey fall.

Mikey lowered himself to the next branch. Leo cheered, "There you go!" and dropped down again.

It was slower going than it took to get to the top of the tree, but soon enough Mikey was dropping out of the lower branches and into Raph's waiting arms, feeling giddy with his triumph. Leo dropped down after, purposely losing his footing on the landing so he collided with Donnie, who nearly dropped his phone and began to yell.

Later, Mikey would remember the stomach-swooping fear, but he would also remember the excitement and pride as he got better at finding his way, which turned to easy joy as he swung more freely through the tree. And most of all, he remembered the trust he'd felt in Leo, right there by his side, ensuring he wouldn't fall and cheering him on every step of the way.

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Today, there's wood under Leo's hands again; not a tree branch, but the smoothed support poles Donnie made for his physical therapy. He stands between them, gripping tight, and takes laborious steps back and forth across the training room. He's done the course twice and is turning around for his third go.

He slumps, and motions for water. He's shaking and panting, even just this short walk taking a lot out of him.

Mikey hops forward and holds up the water bottle so Leo can suck on the straw.

"I'm totally wiped," he says after he's done drinking. Mikey can believe it - from this close he can see how Leo is sweating.

"If you want me to go all the way across Manhattan for the good doughnuts, you'll do two more," says Donnie. It's an empty threat and they all know it - if Leo manages to make it even halfway, Donnie will get him any treat he wants. But the twins have always worked best when they're challenging each other, and it's no surprise to Mikey that Leo straightens back up and steels himself to step forward.

"Dee's a slavedriver," he says, tossing Mikey a tired grin, before he starts again.

"Five reps is the goal today," Raph says from where he's leaning against the wall, physically fighting his need to hover. "You've done it before, you can do it again."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

Mikey watches Leo keep doggedly walking forward, holding onto the support bars with both hands so he doesn't slip, and he thinks about being at the top of the tree, when he was scared he would fall.

The worst part had been that he couldn't see what came next. Couldn't work out whether he could just step to the next branch, or if he'd have to swing or drop to it. The uncertainty had been scary, had almost made him freeze up. But Leo had been there, guiding him forward.

In a way, Leo's in his own tree now, coming down blind. He's having to feel for the steps and the drops, grasping for the next branch. Sometimes he hits a wall and ends up backtracking, sometimes he drops so hard it takes him days to get back up. And this time, there's no one going ahead to guide him, no one who can see the rough steps before they come, no one to warn him about missing branches.

But he's not alone, either. Donnie with all his equipment and gadgets. Raph with his training regimens and careful monitoring. And Mikey himself, with his meal plans and creative recipes that hide all the veggies Leo hates eating.

They're right here with him, and they'd never let him fall.

Leo turns around for his last walk. Mikey trots over with his water bottle again.

"Race you to the end?" he suggests, grinning, and Leo gives him an amused look.

"You've never been faster than me," he says, and Mikey can't help but grin.

"Maybe I'll surprise you."

So they race, across the room and back. Mikey makes it to the end first, cheering and throwing his hands in the air as he goes to retrieve Leo's chair.

"Can't believe you beat me," says Leo as he flops into the seat. But he holds out his shaking hand for a fistbump that Mikey gleefully returns.

Later, he'll say Leo let him win.

[itjazzbicch]

About Time

Pairing: Hwoarang x Reader 

Summary: Training together as they shared the same master, Hwoarang struggles to accept that he lost to the reader in the semi-finals, facing his rival Jin Kazama in the finals, and when the final match takes an unexpected turn, Hwoarang's true feelings for his close friend, the reader, rises to the surface...

Warnings:  Slight swearing, an injury (but that's about it!)

Word Count: 1.6k 

"What bull!"

Hwoarang only made me laugh as I followed him into the hall while the rest of the semi-finals were ongoing. We had both trained together with our master, Baek Doo San and when the King of The Iron Fist Tournament was announced, we both wanted to enter. Although Hwoarang's motivation was different than mine, I still gave it my all, and in the semi-finals, I managed to beat him in the toughest fight I've been in yet.

"Don't act so surprised!" I poked at him with a confident smile, "We've trained together for how long? You should know that I'm no pushover."

"I know," He groaned, huffing out in frustration and looking out to see that Jin Kazama had just won and would be seeing me in the finals.

That didn't help with his attitude; he gritted his teeth and was more frustrated that he couldn't get his hands on Jin now.

I think that it did somewhat help him accept his loss to me. How he gazed into my eyes showed that he respected me and my skill. There was still some attitude in his tone, but he put up his fist towards me, murmuring:

"Just beat up that punk, Jin, for me."

"Say less," I chuckled, fist-bumping him and sharing a smile, the determination to win in my gaze.

Heading back down to the stage, I had to focus. I had never faced Jin like Hwoarang, and I knew he was nothing to scoff at. Jin was the leader of Mishima Zaibatsu before and has won tournaments before.

Getting in stance as we faced off, I saw Hwoarang watching, how his eyes told me that he believed in me, which made my desire to win even stronger. I didn't want to let him down and get even closer to winning this whole tournament.

Just as I expected, Jin was making me work for this, but I ensured that every time I hit him, a lot of fire was packed into it.

At the climax of our fight, we were both sweating and panting, trying to end this. I sent out a kick that he blocked, but I could flip and hit him with my other foot, which sent him back. Running to close in our distance, I went to hit him with my signature kick that no one ever took without getting knocked out.

Mid-air, everything was in slow motion, and his eyes... They were red suddenly, these weird markings on his forehead. I could hear the growl he let out before he hit me with a punch that was so fast to see, feeling the unbelievable impact in my stomach.

It felt like I got struck by lightning or something, spitting out a loud groan as it sent me flying clear into the fencing of the ring, curling up into a ball. I was scared that my ribs may have been broken.

"I-I-" I was crying, not from the pain, but the fact that I had to say these words, holding up my hand, "I give."

"Your winner! Jin Kazama!"

The crowd was thrilled to see what a good fight that was, but something was up with Jin. His eyes were brown again, and when he looked at me, it seemed that he didn't realize what he had done, eyes filling with shock and concern as he saw me in this defeated and wounded state.

"Y/N..." He gasped, coming over to help me, "I'm-"

Reaching his hand toward me, there was this huge pop from the crowd, feeling a gust of wind and an angry yell:

"Get your damn hands away from Y/N!"

My pupils expanded at the sight of Hwoarang zipping in front of me, kicking Jin's hand away, then kicking the shit out of his chest that sent him reeling.

I knew that Hwoarang had been itching to get his hands on him, but this was different. The crowd was eating this up, and I noticed security coming in, trying to stand by, gripping and clinging to the fence.

"C'mon Jin! I'm not finished with you!"

Hwoarang was bouncing quickly in his stance, watching Jin like a tiger ready to strike as he was climbing off his knees, but something in me wouldn't let me sit and watch this, groaning out:

"Hwoarang! Stop it-"

That weird blow Jin hit me with really did a number on me, Hwoarang freezing and coming back to me as I fell to the mat again.

"I have you," He said quietly, his voice filled with anger, but he stuck to his word, scooping me into his arms.

It was already enough with how I felt so down from losing, now seeing Hwoarang like this. I was so much more emotional, hated how I looked so weak while curled up in his arms, both our eyes darting over to Jin, who was holding his chest from Hwoarang's kick, holding out his hand toward me:

"I never intended to harm you, Y/N..."

Staring intensely into his eyes, I felt he was telling the truth but hiding something about himself. When he punched me, it was like he transformed into something with this strange power that he didn't have control of. None of his previous strikes during our fight had such malice, making me question what happened to him during that last strike.

"Shut the hell up," Hwoarang spat, staring a hole through him and turning away with me, following the security line out and to the trainer's room.

Luckily, none of my ribs were broken, as I feared, but I needed to be wrapped up and some cold therapy for the pain. My head was hung low, confused and disappointed in myself, but my head perked up a little as Hwoarang stood before me, clearly still pissed and crossing his arms:

"So, what happened out there? I thought you had him."

"I thought so too," I sighed, staring at the floor as I told him what happened, "But while I was going to hit him with my kick, his eyes... They changed to red, and when he punched me, it was so strong and weird... I don't know how to describe it."

"His eyes turned red?" This perplexed him, but he let out a deep, angry sigh as he seemed to remember something, whispering under his breath, "That's right. He's got some strange power."

"What do you mean by that?" It was now clear to me that there was something about Jin that I didn't know, and the thought of it didn't cross Hwoarang's mind because he was so worked up about not making it to the finals.

There was this strange and suspenseful moment of silence, staring into each other's eyes as he mentally tried to find the words to explain it to me.

I didn't even care at that moment, my head falling again in disappointment, whispering to him:

"I'm sorry that I lost..."

"Don't even worry about it," He said quickly, squatting to look me in the eyes, smiling softly at me, "Seriously. You still gave him one hell of a fight."

"Thanks..." It was nearly impossible not to smile back, even if it was just a little, going back to the typical ways of our dynamic and poking at him a little, "I never seen you so pissed off before, just for me... Thanks for being there for me."

"Y-Yeah..." He stuttered a little, his cheeks turning pink as he stood back up and looked away, "It's no problem."

I had to laugh at how adorable he looked, holding my ribs but giggling to keep my pain down as he turned from pink to red, snapping at me playfully:

"Who are you laughing at, huh?!"

"I'm sorry," I wheezed softly, wincing at my ribs and seizing up.

"Stop laughing before you hurt yourself even more," He scolded, holding me upright by the shoulder, squeezing and getting some of the tension in my body to go away.

"That Jin sure is strong," I panted quietly, the pain making me say, "I should've let you kick his ass."

"Yeah, you should have," His eyes rolled but fixed on me, growing with more anger towards Jin as he noticed how hard I closed my eyes, fighting off some tears. Sitting me up in a position where my ribs wouldn't hurt as much, hugging me softly and whispering, "You can let it out if you need to, okay?"

As much as we toyed and messed with each other, knowing how deeply he cared for me made my emotions spike up again; gently hugging him back, again trying to cope with all the feelings by joking around again, whispering to him:

"Thanks, you big softy."

"Cut me a break," He huffed, chuckling himself and making me freeze when his head laid on mine, whispering back, "You should know by now that you're special to me."

My heart started pounding, something deep in my heart making me tilt my head, gazing up at him:

"Hey, Hwoarang..."

"Yeah?"

I couldn't contain how I felt about him, kissing him when his gaze met mine. His kiss back was so soft and sweet, holding his cheek as it grew deeper, his arms still gentle as they closed around me more.

Our lips broke away with a quiet gasp, but we shared a smile, telling him:

"You're special to me, too."

"Well, yeah, it's me." He was always so cocky, making me roll my eyes playfully, but I was the one who was all flustered when he kissed me when I wasn't looking, winking at me and chuckling as I looked at him with butterflies multiplying in my stomach, "About time this happened..." 

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[zombholic]

| 𝐃𝐑. 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 |

“dude i swear i will get on my knees for that woman!” you rolled over on your best friends, dina’s bed as she passed you a blunt, taking a hit before passing it back to the dark haired girl sitting against her bed on the floor.

“you saw her two times y/nn” she shook her head looking at the blunt before looking at you. “ok but listen, she is like ethereal dude, i’d gobble her-“ “and you’re done speaking, go to sleep you have work tomorrow” you almost puked at the thought of work.

dina rolled you over to the wall side as she got under the covers “i should have a heart attack and then you can take me and ask for her” “go to bed y/n!”

hearing your stupid alarm go off, dina took it upon herself to grab your ankles and drag you off her very comfortable bed “i’m going to put you in my 13th record” you rubbed your face before getting up to her bathroom “love you!”

—

you were only a little happy today because it was pay day so you decided to be nice to the annoying customers as well. “have a great day ma’am” you gave the most fake smile to the customer, flipping her off when she left “no sign of doctor goddess this morning?” jesse walks in to start his closing shift.

“she’s the only reason i’m even here right now, can’t believe this is how she breaks up with me” you fake a sad sign, shaking your head at him causing him to chuckle at your attitude.

quickly going around the counter to help jesse clean up for his shift you started by wiping down the tables, the bell to the door chimes, leaving the rag and spray bottle on the dirty table, you saw abby. “hey doctor” you walked back to the register, throwing the latex gloves in the trash, giving her a smile. “hey sweetheart” the nickname giving you a tingly feeling in your stomach.

“the usual? and why so late?” you started with brewing the coffee “night shift and can you make that 4 please, my co-workers need it too” she sighed giving you the sweetest smile.

i want you to fuc-

nodding at her request you grabbed a couple more cups and a cup holder “so as a doctor do you get like any days off? it seems so like exhausting” you tilted your head looking at her “well, because i am a very needed doctor in the field i get at least a month or two off for vacation but on my days off i need to have my pager on me always” she shows you the little black box on her pocket.

you feel jesse “accidentally” bump into you with a sorry ass apologize and a cough, giving to the look. “so um, i was wondering if i could like maybe get your number?” you held your breath, fiddling with your fingers only giving her minimal eye contact. abby pulls her phone out, handing it over to you “why not” she maintains her eye contact.

quickly adding your contact in her phone you gave it back to her, giving yourself a fist bump in your head “you know like incase i have a heart attack or something and need to call for help” you joked biting the inside of your cheek out of a nervous habit “i hope you never have a heart attack sweet thing and i really hope you call the ambulance first” she laughed.

giving her the coffees you gave her a small bye “i’ll text you on my break, if you’re awake by then?” she gave you a flashing smile before walking out.

“holy shit! you got her number” jesse patted your back “holy fucking shit! i like almost shit myself, im gonna pass out” you inhaled deeply after holding your breath for so long “can i be the maid of honor” he wiggled his brows at you with a stupid smirk on his face “you can sit in the back with the grass.”

—

getting out the shower you started getting ready for bed, not to sleep cause tomorrow is your day off but you wanted to just chill and watch the vampire diaries.

buzz buzz

grabbing your phone you see a number text, your heart racing knowing it’s literally the love of your life texting.

—

Hello, it’s Abby from the coffee shop.

omg hey! didnt think u would text me

Of course I would, why wouldn’t I?

i mean, you are a busy heart doctor so i assumed you would be too busy 😭

Why are you crying?

crying? no abs it’s supposed to be me laughing LOL

Oh, well I still have a lot to learn.

you’re literally adorable, are you off tomorrow?

During the day, yes, but I have another night shift. Why?

do you maybe want to go out for lunch or something?

Of course, I would love to.

What time and which restaurant?

you can pick that for us, im down for anything :)

How about 12pm at Vue Rooftop?

oh that sounds fancy and i probably can’t afford it 🥲

Sweetheart, who said you were going to pay for anything in the first place? It’s my treat.

no, i cant let you pay for me thats not fair on you

It’s a date Y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow. I have to get back to work now, Goodnight beautiful.

AUTHORS NOTE: yeah i have adhd and i am making part 3 already … EHEHEHEH

[infiniteeight8]

Steter prompt: someone is trying to comfort Stiles after his break up with Peter. Only they haven't broken up?? Cue Stiles being confused.

It took me a bit to find an approach I liked for this one. And for a change of pace, we get some good friend Scott!

*

Stiles opened the apartment door and found Scott on the other side. He smiled at Stiles and held up a paper bag in one hand—curly fries, by the smell—and the game Stiles had been trying to get him over to play for weeks in the other. “I come bearing distractions!” he announced.

“Distractions?” Stiles asked, stepping back from the door to let Scott in. “Distractions from what?”

Scott set the paper bag down on the kitchen counter and started pulling out boxes of curly fries intently. “I heard Peter left.”

“Yeah, he caught a cab Wednesday morning,” Stiles said, frowning. “Since when do you care what Peter’s up to?”

“I don’t,” Scott looked up. He took on a determined looked. “But I care about you, and I know how much getting dumped sucks.”

“Dumped?” Stiles asked, baffled. “Scott, Peter left for a research trip. He didn’t leave me.”

“He’s going to be gone three months,” Scott said. “And he didn’t take you with him.”

The confusion started to clear. Stiles hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter and flipped open one of the containers of fries. “That doesn’t mean the relationship is over,” he told Scott. “Peter and I aren’t the kind of couple that are joined at the hip.” Not like Scott liked to be with his partners. He hadn’t spent a night away from his current girlfriend since they got together seven months ago. Stiles knew, because Scott had explained that he couldn’t stay over after hanging out anymore.

“I know that,” Scott said, but now he was looking confused. “But a couple of days is different from three months.”

“Not really?” Stiles shrugged. “I mean, I’ll miss him, and he’ll miss me, but phones exist. We’ll still be a part of each other’s lives. And then he’ll be home again.”

Scott shook his head, claiming a container of curly fries and stuffing a couple in his mouth. “I’ll never understand you guys,” he said when he was done chewing. 

Stiles grinned. “You don’t need to,” he promised. “And hey, it’s good to know you’d be there in my time of need.”

“Of course!” Scott beamed. “You’re my brother.”

Stiles gave him a fist bump. 

[musicalgraveyard]

A night after Karaoke

Aang x Reader Modern AU (Characters aged up) #Fluff #Smoking #Drinking #Drugs? #LightDom #Lust #Blindfolded Word Count: 1,803 Please reblog instead of sharing. Enjoy!

The group of young adults exited the Karaoke bar and enter the parking lot, grouping together by their cars. You all concluded your conversations and were planning to leave, putting an end to the night. "I'm gonna head home guys, good night." You said as you resigned from the group. "Ya ready, Suki?" Sokka asked his girlfriend. "Sure, goodnight, guys!" She waved to Aang and Zuko. "Alright, see ya tomorrow. Katara, Toph, let's go." Sokka concluded, giving Aang a fist bump and waving to Zuko. "Uhh, Sokka, I'm actually going with Zuko tonight." Katara said. "Alright."  Katara’s brother couldn't say anything. His sister was an adult and could make her own choices.

Zuko and Katara said their goodbyes, and headed for Zuko’s car, as Aang went to his. Sokka left the parking lot first as Zuko followed, leaving Aang the last to leave. Instead of going towards his apartment, he turned the opposite direction.

You were walking down the sidewalk in the dark evening. Your legs felt fuzzy, and you wore a pleasant smile on your face from the alcohol you had consumed during your night out. A white car came up beside you and was matching your pace. The windows were down, and a voice spoke out, "Did you want some company on your way home?" The familiar voice asked in a relaxed manor. You stopped walking and his car copied the action. "Sure," you blushed, then entered the laid-back atmosphere of Aang’s car. The 2 mixed drinks and 2 shots gave you immense euphoria and happiness.

On the ride home Aang had music on to add to the nice vibe that paired well with the alcohol and you two chatted about your time out with the group. He pulled off to the side of the road in front of your apartment, putting the car in park. He turned the car off to signify he wanted to have a little more time with you before he left. You shifted in your seat, leaning back into the fabrics. There was silence between the two of you. Aang stared at you in his lightly intoxicated state, admiring your features that he could see as the street lights shown in through the windows. "You know, you're a really sweet guy, Aang." His lips crashed into yours when you turned your head to face him, causing you to mutter a soft moan from the unexpected impact. He pulled away from the kiss, lust lacing his face. As he opened his eyes, he realized what he did. “I’m so sorry (y/n), I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me…” Aang rambled on apologizing looking around trying to explain himself. As you came back to reality, you blushed hard and couldn’t help but smile. "Did you wanna come in and hang out?" You offered him into your home. Aang wore shock and surprise all over his face. "Sure." He shyly musted in almost a whisper. You and Aang exited the car and entered your apartment, removing your shoes at the foyer level and dropping your jacket on the couch. You picked up the remote and tossed it to Aang as he sat down.

You went off and grabbed something stashed away as Aang flipped to a music channel, allowing you two room to talk. On the coffee table in front of the couch, you placed a small bong, a glass jar with cannabis in it, as well as a grinder and a lighter. You began opening the jar and placing the herb into the grinder, going to work for the smokable product. You opened her up and pinched the ground substance, placing it in the right location on the bong. After this, you picked it up, put the rim to your lips, with lighter in hand. Aang watched all this as the alcohol from his two shots and his mixed drink worked on his mind and body, settling him down again after the incident in the car. He followed the glass rim to your lips as they softly parted and pressed against it. He traced your face with his eyes, yet again admiring your beauty in the mildly lit apartment.

The lighter was struck, igniting a spark. The flame was drawn to the herb as you pulled the air through. Thick white smoke began to fill the glass, bubbling up through the water and into your mouth. Your smooth lips pulled away from the glass and you blew out a cloud of smoke. The aroma grazed Aangs nose. "Do you wanna try?" You motioned the device to him. "I've never smoked before," he informed, hesitating to take it from you. “I think you’ll be alright, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Aang was curious about the effects and wanted to feel what you were feeling too. You knew he was contemplating it, so you decided to take another hit while he made up his mind. The boy motioned for the bong and lighter, soon repeating your steps and inhaling the smoke. Before he could blow out the smoke, he coughed violently, causing a laugh to escape your lips. He had taken too big of a hit for his first time.

After he had cleared his lungs, you handed him a bottle of water you grabbed from the kitchen. He took a swig, and you took another hit. “Here, let me help you this time.” You said, turning the mouth piece to face the boy before you. He put his lips up to the rim again and began to suck in as you lit the herb again. After the flower seared for two or three second, you pulled the removable piece that held the weed and allowed for Aang to clear the smoke from the glass pipe. “Now blow,” the words rolled of your tongue, and he did as he was told. “Better?” You beamed and Aang smiled at you in response, “yeah.” The two of you finished off the bowl and listened to the music.

Aang felt the effects from the ganja mix with the alcohol and it felt good. The feeling of relaxation hung high in the air, as the excitement from the new experience settled. You noticed this as Aang leaned back into the couch. You guys relaxed a few minutes listening to music before Aang started.

 “You’re so cool, ya know (y/n).” Your chuckle made him turn his head and smile to you. “It’s true, really.” He said sincerely. “Oh, and why do you think that?” “Well, for starters your fun, you like to enjoy life and are always surprising me. You make me laugh, like at karaoke when you were singing those songs and acting goofy. The way you sang that one song was beautiful though. You’re really smart too! I overheard one of the professors talking and they said that you were the only one in your (insert) class that passed the mid term finals and the class!” You blushed softly, hearing the boy say such nice things about you. “What else?” You asked curiously, seeing what else he had to say. “Well, you’re a really good person. Your there for your friends when they need someone to turn to,” Aangs smile faded a little, “like when I found out about Katara and Zuko.” Aang’s expression showed that he was still hurt from the situation, but you were silent because you didn’t know what to say. After a moment of silence, Aang smiled again concluding his thoughts. “And your really pretty too, (y/n).”

Your eyes made contact. Aang smiled sincerely and lovingly at you, as you blushed harder and turned your gaze down to the hymn of your shirt, as you fiddled with it. “What about me?” Aang asked how you felt about him, but noticed your eyes widen a little as your blush didn’t go away. He reposition himself on the couch, now sitting up with his leg under his body, now facing you. Ditching the original question, he asked a different one, “Do you trust me?” “Of course!” you shot back quickly. Aang hummed pleasantly and looked down before looking back up at you.

He got up from the couch and walked over to your bed in your personal area of the apartment, and grabbed the pillow from your bed, removing it from its case. He came back over to you on the couch and sat in his previous position. “Can you prove it?” He questioned slyly. (Y/n) looked down at the pillow case that he had creased onto itself, laying in Aangs hands. She looked back up at him. “Okay.” The word fell from her lips softly. She didn’t know what he had planned up his sleeve.

Aang smiled and placed the pillow case over her eyes and tied it in the back. “Its not too tight right?" "No." "And you can’t see anything right?” “No.” Aang loved hearing her soft voice; especially in this moment, it was so sweet. He got up off the couch, taking her hand in his. “Come on.” He helped her up and navigated her through her apartment, “Watch your step.” Aang walked her over to her bed and had her sit down. “Here,” he stated aimlessly before you felt an arm across your back and the other snake under your thighs. He lifted you bridal style before softly dropping you back down on the comforter in the middle of the bed. A small gasp escaped your lips and Aang chuckled. “You trust me right?” He asked again. You nodded your head.

You felt cool air graze your skin as the hymn of your shirt was pulled up, Aang’s hand going under the fabric. His warm skin rubbed across your abdomen, before he began to straddle you. He admired your soft skin, looking down onto your figure. Your cheeks were burning hot as you ever so slightly arched your back, yearning for more of his touch.

His endearing smile graced his handsome features before he removed his hand. He sat still for a moment, examining you to see what more you would do and how you would respond in this predicament. But you laid still.

His long pale fingers brushed the few strands of hair out of your face before resting easily on your cheek, his thumb stroking the skin ever so gently. Aang blushed as he looked down onto your perfect features. His thumb strolled over the corner of your bottom lip as he slowly closed his eyes inching closer, closer, closer…

His soft lips rested on yours, his arms on either side above your shoulders. He pulled away slowly, leaving a space as thin as paper between the two of you.

“(Y/N)?” he asked barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Aang?” you responded.

“I think I love you…”

[cellophaine]

This is my experience meeting Charlie today at Toronto Fanexpo!

When it was my turn to get an autograph from him, he said hi to me with a big smile on his face and gave me a fist bump!! I was so flustered that I was speechless and I did the first thing that came to my mind, which was freaking out externally by screaming soundlessly into my hand 🥲 he saw that and smiled even more. He asked for my name and then asked me how I was doing today and I said “better now that I get to meet you” and I stuttered a little bit answering him 😭. I went on and said I appreciated his portrayal of Daredevil and I lowkey trailed off a little bit because I was so nervous I forgot what I was going to say but he caught on and said “aww thank you so much love god bless you” 😫. Then he looked down at my copy of Zdarsky’s run and I said “I hope you don’t mind signing a newer run”. And he said he didn’t mind and flipped through my book!!!!! I asked for his opinion on it and he said he liked it! And then he looked over to the pens and said “what colour should I choose? Silver?” I said yes because it would stand out on the cover. Then he asked me if I wanted him to write my name, of course I said yes and he signed my book. He looked at me again and put up his hand so I could high five him and I did it for a little bit until he pulled his hand away and gave my friend who I came with a fist bump 😭 I did the “screaming soundlessly into my hand” thing again because I freaked out again and he told me to enjoy my day at Fanexpo. I thanked him and said “I’ll see you later for the photo op” then continued “I promise I won’t freak out like that again” and then he laughed and said something else. What he said at the end was blurry to me because in my head at that moment there was only one thing and it was I touched his hand 😭😭😭

Later on at the photo op, I walked to him and said hi and he said “hey you didn’t do that thing this time”. HE REMEMBERED Y’ALL HE REMEMBERED 😭😩😫 he pulled me into a side hug for the photo. He was so SOFT and NICE and he smelled GOOD. The flash went off and I was about to move away from him so the people behind me can take their photos. But he held me still and asked them to take the photo again because he wasn’t ready. So we stayed put like that the whole time when the photographer and the person listened to something on their walkie. Then they took the picture again and I said thank you to Charlie and he said thank you with my name and god bless.

This is as many details as my disorganized brain which was overwhelmed by the amount of people at Fanexpo can managed. Charlie really took his time with his fans, made conversations and I could really feel the care he has for his fans 😭

Here is the photo I had with him!

I walked out with two prints because he wanted to retake the photo! When I walked out, a girl scanned the barcode on my photos and told me I was allowed only one. But then she talked to someone else and he said it was okay for me to keep both!

Here are some more photos I took when I was in line. He was so smiley 🥹

[rosexhart]

Waiting for Sunset

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Gekko x Reader

Accidentally running into the agents of Omega Earth, you are taken hostage. Hostages aren’t common for them, but you seem to be the exception. So much for your first time in L.A.

Word count: 2.5k

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I awoke the next morning to a clatter. Then a voice speaking in a lower tone. I rose from my bed and stepped out of my room and into the hall. There I saw a door, stuck, and a Scottish voice behind it swearing.

“Need some help?” I asked gently, and I heard the movement freeze.

“Yeah, yeah,” they said and I looked at the hinges, and the door overall. Looks like it had shifted. I gave it a swift kick at the bottom corner, and it burst open. Behind the door, a smaller figure. Adorned in butterfly leggings, shorts, a jacket with white sleeves, a black shirt, and a cute pixie cut that was lighter at the ends. Their face covered in freckles galore.

“Thanks… figured this was like some test from Brimstone.” Their ascent was heavy and was very stereo typical Scottish.

“No problem. I’ll let cypher know we need to look at it.” I mentioned and they looked me over.

“You don’t look like the rest of them.” They mentioned and I shook my head.

“I’m not radiant.. I had an incident with the Omega Earth Radiants though so Brim is keeping me around.” I mentioned and they nodded.

“Well, nice to meet you, I’m Clove.” Agent 25… explains why they were gone so long.

“(Y/N),” I said with a smile before Gekko came around the corner.

“Ah! My Amigos,” He said as Wingman waved to me.

“Gekko!” Clove said racing over.

“Hey shorty,” He said fist bumping them.

“Well good to see you’re getting along.” I mentioned, and started back towards my room.

“Hey!” Gekko called out racing over, “I was thinking we could go out today. I need a break. Last mission was hard,” he mentioned and I nodded.

“Sounds good to me.” I said and he smiled.

“Perfect,”

“Mind if I come with,” Clove asked gently, and Gekko looked at her.

“Yeah if it’s ok with Brim.” Gekko mentioned, and she nodded.

“I’ll go ask,” they mentioned and raced off, I smiled.

“They are cute,”

“I guess,” Gekko mentioned and I looked back at him, to find him staring at me. He cleared his throat.

“I’ll let you get ready.” He said and I nodded my head before stepping back into my room.

We walked around a small plaza. It was Clove, Gekko, Myself, and Phoenix, oddly enough.

“So Clove, where did the style come from?” Phoenix asked as he flipped through jackets in the shop we were in.

“Guess when you make music you have something unique every time.” They mentioned picking up a shirt and holding it up to themselves.

“Ah, you’ll have to show me how you make your tunes,” Phoenix said and they giggled.

“For sure,” They mentioned and I looked to Gekko who was looking at some jewelry.

“Everything ok Gekko?” I asked, he jumped and looked back at me.

“Oh— what? Yeah. Just uh… you know. Looking.” He said gesturing to the store. I tilted my head at him and smiled.

“Uh huh,” I mentioned with a light laugh. I could hear Clove and Phoenix laughing. However, I felt like I was having an out of body experience. All the sounds around me became muffled, my hair stood on end. I looked outside and see people just walking and minding their own business. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Gekko asked softly and I looked at him. He seemed… distorted, like as if I was looking at him through a kaleidoscope. I hesitated in responding. My mind seeming to fracture before me. Then, the world opened up around me. Purple surrounded me, and I could see a strange almost flower like power.

“That was too easy,” I heard a voice said and I looked back. Stood between two walls was Iso, his eyes, no longer soft and focused. Instead an intense and set look on his face. The normal soft blues replaced by eerie trailing reds. My heart sunk as he gripped my wrist, and the purple world dissipated around us. I was surrounded by this Iso, the Omen, a Sage, a Neon, and a Sova.

My blood ran cold as the Iso tossed me to the ground.

“Well done Iso.” Sage said, a hand on her hip, “Now we can continue our fight.” Sage mentioned as she turned towards a metal building on my right. My fight or flight kicked in at this point and I stood ready to run. I was blocked by the Omen materializing in front of me. I turned back to see the Sova and Neon staring at me.

“Alright,” I said out loud but more to my self than to them, “I’m over this.” I stated looking around. We were in some type of court yard, a brick building to my left. I decided to break for it. My steps not nearly as fast as Neons as she slid in front of me, blocking my path. I decided to face her head on, and went to go around her only to have a shock of a life time fly through my skin. The whole world waved and bounced around me.

“Relay Bolt, never gets old.” She said as I felt her haul me up. They began towards the metal building and I felt as though I had no control over my own self. We walked down a cat walk and behind a box or two when I saw a helicopter sat on some brick that I assume used to be a bridge.

“No,” I sputtered out weakly as I pushed on Neon.

“Quit squirming.” She hissed and I glanced, seeing up turned chairs. I pushed at her again, and she dropped me hard onto the ground. My body called out in pain.

“Whoops,” she said sarcastically as she went to lift me again but I kicked at her jaw. She threw my foot down and I heard it, the sound of another helicopter. They all looked skywards and I was dropped.

“Neon, get the spike.” Sage ordered and Neon raced back to the ship. Sage looked down at me and held my chin.

“You will be very good for us.” She mentioned as Neon returned. Sage hummed in seeming satisfaction as she pulled an orb from mid air. It was small, and crackled a bit. She placed my hands on the handle of the spike, and sent the orb at it. An ice broke over my hands and I couldn’t remove them from the spike. Panic filled me as she lifted me up.

“Get the spike planted before they figure out what’s happening.” Sage ordered as she pulled a pistol from her side. There was a silent agreement among them as the Sova and Omen pulled me up. The spike bound to my hands. I was shoved forwards, back out from where we came, but we took a right into another area. The walls crumbling around an ice cream shop, and a a few boxes stacked around. My heart was racing, I had to get out of this. My mind racing as I tried to pry my hands off the spike. The ice crackled but did not budge. I listened as footsteps sounded around us. The Sova shot an arrow off and I watched as he looked at a screen.

“Two on site.” He mentioned and Sage hissed.

“Iso, Neon,” She said and the two went forwards. Iso sending forwards a wall, and Neon racing in. I heard Gunshots going off and then Neon backing up.

“They brought Cypher,” Neon stated, and Sage only nodded before she went forwards again. I listened for a few minutes more before I was pushed forwards by Sova.

“Let’s go,” He said harshly and I looked back at him and flung the spike over my shoulder to strike him. The spike hit his hand where he shoved it back down, and he grabbed my hair by the scalp of my head.

“Do that again and I will make sure you don’t leave with hands.” He growled and I hissed as he threw my head forwards. Then as we turned the corner I saw a small wine shop and a large arch way on the left. Iso and Neon held either side of the arch with pistols. Then, out of no where, I saw Dizzy fly up and spit goo at Sova, Neon, and Iso. They all panicked and Sova let me go. I raced forwards, and stopped near Dizzy, who laid exhausted on the ground.

“Oh dizzy.” I said softly and saw Gekko.

“(Y/N)?” He said gently lowering his gun and I watched Reyna come out from the side of the archway, and shoot the Neon, and Sova before stepping back to reload.

“The spike, the spike is on her.” Reyna said aloud and I knew it was going over coms. My heart sunk as I tried to get my hands off it once more to no avail. Frustration set in as Iso finally wiped the gunk from his eyes and approached me. There were only three of them left, surely they would not still continue this push? He pulled me off to the side to force Gekko and Reyna to peak him if they wanted to stop him. I watched as Omen came up from behind us and sent a haze of smoke forwards. I moved to try and trip him, only to watch him walk over me, and into the smoke. Gun shots sounded and I watched as Iso turned back to me.

“Change of plans,” The Iso said, pulling me up by my collar and dragging me back the way we came.

“Let me go!” I growled trying to get him off of me. He decided at this point to hold the gun to my shoulder.

“Keep resisting me and I will shoot you.” He growled and I hesitated as he pulled me forwards, back past the ice cream shop, and then just as we were turning the corner he was shot. My heart stopped for a moment and relief flooded me as the ice on my hands finally receded, leaving my hands red from the cold. I quickly pulled them into me and collapsed. I heard foot steps racing towards me.

“It’s ok, you’re ok,” Gekko’s gentle voice fell over my ears, before his hands were on my shoulders. I hugged him tightly and felt myself finally letting reality hit me as my eyes watered.

“You’re ok, I got you, I got you.” He whispered hugging me back.

“They stuck me to the spike.” I gasped for air that felt like it wasn’t entering my lungs fast enough.

“I know, but it’s alright. We stopped them.” He said and I shook my head.

“No, the Sage,” I said pulling away from him and Cypher came around the corner.

“She is gone,” Cypher said picking up the spike, “Forgot their important tech though. Very good for us.” Cypher mentioned, a smile stretching across his features.

“Let’s go,” Reyna mentioned, holstering her pistol, “We don’t want them bringing reinforcements.” She was right and I knew that. Gekko helped me stand and we walked back through the archway, through a grassy area, and another arch before looking upon the helicopter. We all got inside. Reyna, Cypher, and Gekko, but they had also brought, Raze, and Viper.

“Good to see you’re ok,” Raze said as we got on the ship.

“Thanks,” I said gently as she patted my shoulder. My hands ached with the cold they experienced as the whole ship shuttered with take off.

My mind raced and my leg bounced as I sat on the examination table.

“I now understand how my healing and powers can be so annoying.” Sage said as she looked over my hands.

“I’ve never seen your ice do that,” I mentioned and she didn’t even look up at me.

“They do things that we don’t completely understand. That is what makes them even more dangerous.” Sage said as she released my hands. “There, all better. You should go speak with Brimstone. He will want to know what happened.” She mentioned and I nodded, hopping off the table. Stepping out of the room, Gekko was leaned up again the wall tapping his finger on his crossed arms.

“Gekko?” I muttered and his head snapped my direction.

“Hey,” he pulled himself off the wall and approached, “so, uh, what did Sage say?” He asked sticking his hands in his pockets.

“I’m good as new..” I said holding up my newly healed hands.

“Good… uh.” Gekko scratched the back of his neck, “Brimstone wants to speak with you but afterwards you should come meet me in the ruins outside.” He said and I nodded my hair falling into my face as I did.

“I will.” I stated pushing my hair back out of my face, and he smiled.

“Cool,” He said before walking off. I watched as he went and smiled a bit to myself before heading to Brimstones office.

Entering the dim room, Brim was watching the camera footage.

“You wanted to see me?” I asked, and he turned.

“Are you alright?” He asked and I nodded.

“Doing well. As well as I can anyways.” I stated and he sighed.

“Well, your kidnapping while unfortunate was very beneficial for us. I think it would be best for you to stay with us for a longer period than I originally intended. Even go on possible missions.” Brim said and I hummed.

“I guess I don’t really have a choice in this matter.” I mentioned and he shook his head no. “Very well… I’ll have to figure something out with my family.” I mentioned and he nodded.

“We can discuss the details later.” Brim mentioned before turning back. “Dismissed.” He said and I turned to leave.

Walking outside by the ruins I sighed. This was not my plan.

“Took you long enough,” Gekko’s voice broke my thoughts and I looked to him. He was sat near the edge, a bunch of snacks set out and he pat the spot beside him.

“Sorry, you know Brim.” I said as I sat next to him.

“Listen, about today,” he turned towards me slightly. The golden light hitting his hair and lighting it in a blaze. His cheeks had a darker red tone, and he paused clearing his throat.

“Uh, with the enemy Iso-,” his eyes met mine again. There was a moment of conflict in his eyes.

“Ah fuck it. Listen, I have a crush on you. And it’s throwing my focus all out of whack. I totally get it if you don’t like feel the same. But I needed to get this out.” He blurted, his hands moving in a dramatic way before finally looking at me again. My face flushed.

“Gekko, I… I like you too.” I said softly, the air around us no longer tense. His shoulders rolled back and down with relief.

“You have no idea how stressful that was.” He mentioned smiling at me and tracing the ground with his fingers.

“So I guess I owe you a few dates.” He said looking back up at me. I hummed.

“Yeah, especially after the last one went so horribly.”

“God, don’t bring it up. It was bad enough I felt like I couldn’t breathe around you and then watching you disappear in front of my eyes wasn’t good either.” He mentioned rubbing his face with his hands. I could only laugh as I turned and looked over at the sunset.

[steviestits]

My God Longs For Me - Part 1.5

Written for an anon prompt, which can be read in its entirety on this fic’s masterpost.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: T (Will be E in a few parts) Summary: When Steve was a child, he was abducted and brought to the cult, the Hellfire Club, as he was prophesied to be the wife of the dark forest god they worshiped. Steve enjoyed his time there, especially the time he spent with the cult leader's nephew, Eddie. This wasn't meant to last however as Steve was eventually returned to his parents. Thanks to the deprogrammer that his parents hired and time, Steve has mostly forgotten the cult that raised him. That is until he goes on a camping trip and his friends start to get murdered one by one with the only connection between the killings being the ritual offerings to the cult's gods and the strange dreams Steve has before each one. Now Steve must piece together his past to discover who is murdering his friends in the present. (Inspired heavily by various horror movies and is a horror story itself.) Trigger Warning: None for this chapter Eventual Trigger Warning: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Ritual Sacrifices, Gore, Mpreg, Body Horror, Monster Fucking, Feminization, Brainwashing

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Wearily prying open his eyes, Steve realized that he was lying down in the back of his car. He sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair since he didn’t remember falling asleep that night as his last coherent memory was handing Jason the keys to the rooms he’d booked, but beyond that, Steve was drawing a blank. Maybe he was so tired that he’d just laid down and passed out, which was why he couldn’t recall getting into his car to sleep? That must have been the explanation since he was still fully clothed and hadn’t out any bedding, not even a pillow.

A knock on the window startled Steve, and he jolted up, only to see Billy and Tommy laughing at him. Their amusement only grew when they noticed Steve’s bedhead, as he hadn’t gotten a chance to smooth out his hair as he’d just awoke. Also, Steve didn’t see what was so funny about scaring someone so early in the morning, and he had half a mind to make them walk to the campsite if they were so keen to make him, the driver, the butt of their jokes.

“Hilarious,” Steve deadpanned while sending them both contemptuous glares.

“We thought so,” Tommy said as he gave Billy a fist bump.

“Yeah, because you guys are morons.”

“Whatever, Harrington,” Billy said flippantly. “Just get up and pay for the rooms, so we can get this show on the road.”

“Why is it that I have to pay? I know your dads gave you money for this trip, too.”

Despite his complaining, Steve scooted back to the door that the two idiots weren’t blocking and got out of the car. He stretched, finding that his limbs were sore from his cramped sleeping quarters, but the others didn’t pay him any mind as Jason and Andy soon left their room to join the group that had gathered. They all said a quick good morning, not paying Steve’s stretching any mind, more intent on giving back their room key and getting breakfast from the vending machine than making conversation.

“You want anything?” Andy called over his shoulder.

“Your mom!” Tommy yelled.

“Jesus,” Steve said as he hit Tommy’s arm. “You’re disgusting.”

“Stop acting all high and mighty,” Billy said. “Everyone here wants to fuck Andy’s mom. There’s no reason to hide it.”

“Leave me out of your immature perversions. As the sole adult on this trip, though, I’m going to go pay for the rooms.”

“Whatever, Harrington. We all know you’re not better than anyone here.”

“Just give me the keys to your room, so we can get on with our trip.”

Billy tossed Steve the keys, who caught them midair and then flipped Billy off to voice his frustrations. He then walked away, ignoring the taunts that Tommy and Billy called after him. The two had always been like this, and Steve had hoped they’d grow out of being dicks in order to buckle down for college, but they only got worse, much to Steve’s chagrin. His dad had said to give them until they started working for the company, that they’d settle down then, though Steve honestly doubted that if he knew anything about them by now.

Entering the main office, Steve found that the place was quiet with no sign of the clerk around. He glanced over his shoulder at the hours, showing that she should’ve been on duty now, especially since she knew she had customers. Though, she hadn’t been exactly thrilled letting them stay here, so maybe she was purposely giving a hard time by making him wait.

“Hello?” Steve called out. “Hello, is anyone there?”

Steve waited, but there was no response. Against his better judgment, he decided that he’d check the back for her to see if she really was avoiding him and giving him a rough time. A quick leap was all it took for a jock like him to clear the counter then approach the door that he assumed led to the living quarters. He knocked on it lightly, except there was no response.

“Hey, I want to check out. Are there?” Still no response. “Is everything alright?” More silence. “I’m coming in. Say something if you want me to stop.”

The door was unlocked, allowing Steve to easily enter the backroom. It looked as dingy as the main office with peeling wallpaper and yellowed tiles on the floor, but there was no one around. He moved further into the backroom, finding that it was the woman’s living quarters. Despite it being dilapidated, nothing seemed amiss as all the furniture were intact and the drawers weren’t rifled through, which might have indicated something was wrong.

Noticing the bolted backdoor, Steve undid the deadlock and opened it to see if she was possibly outside. The door opened to reveal the edge of the woods, but the woman still wasn’t anywhere to be found. He did notice that there was an extra set of hinges, where a screen door might have been at one point in time.

“Hello!?” Steve yelled into the forest. “Are you out there!?”

There was again no response, so he closed the backdoor, locking it behind him, and went back to the main office. Steve figured that she maybe had an emergency or had to go out for some reason, but he couldn’t wait around otherwise they wouldn’t make it to the campsite before nightfall. He decided to just leave the keys and a few bills on the counter while writing a note on the guest book for her when she got back to let her know that he hadn’t left without paying.

Steve returned to the parking lot where everyone was waiting for him, breakfast chips and sodas in hand. They all piled into his car, and Steve drove off down the road. He glanced through his rear-view window, expecting to see a bar on the opposite side of the motel, but there wasn’t one. It was strange that he thought one was there and didn’t know why he had either. Shrugging it off as a poor night’s sleep, he didn’t question it, turning his mind to the trip ahead.

Part 1.4 ~ Masterpost ~ Part 2.1 (Coming Soon-ish)

[smolvenger]

The Cure for Virginity

Robert Laing x fem! Reader Oneshot

Summary: Charlotte thinks you have been a virgin for too long. You should take advantage of a certain fellow tenant at the High-Rise, she says. The best amenity in the building- Doctor Robert Laing.

Word Count: 8K

Warnings: 18+, SMUT Y'ALL (First Time, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, Doctor kink, Virginity kink, dirty talk), Cursing, Mentions of drinking, and loss, Richard Wilder being a prick. But some moments of fluff and romance.

A/N: My first time (heh) ever writing for High-Rise! I hope you guys like it! Comments, Reblogs, Private Messages, and asks about my work are always appreciated!!

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"You should be adding on the vows of poverty and obedience!"

“I’m not a nun, Charlotte!” you shot back.

“At this point, you might be!”

You huffed as you kicked your feet in the water of the pool. It was packed with people that afternoon. It was one of the new joys of the place. Even the janitors glided by to clean the floors with mops on their shoes as if they were skates, smiling.

You were getting to know the residents one by one. So far, you had befriended some of the women. Like sweet, quiet Helen with her soft brown hair and a baby bump that was overdue. Helen sat on a chair. She read a magazine as her kids played Marco Polo in the pool. And Charlotte- tall, slender, with dark hair and always a laugh in her smile. But now, the laugh was at you as she waded through the waters.

“Please shut up, we’re in a public space! There are kids everywhere! Can we discuss the sale on baked goods they have in the grocery store here instead?” you begged.

“They might as well learn! Gave Toby the Talk when he was five!” Charlotte shot back.

“Uh-Uhm- anyone watch any good shows on the television lately?” you then changed desperately.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. She shook the water from her ears, her beautiful black hair covered by a white swimming cap. She went up to the pool’s edge and folded her arms over it, resting her chin on them.

“This place has everything for you, Y/N- A grocery store, a spa, a school, a gym, and even a sex life if you want…” she continued.

You splashed the water on her face, and she laughed as she held her arms up in defense.

“But the thing is…I know someone for you. Someone more than able to take care of it…” Charlotte began.

“I’m pretty sure any average penis can do the job! And why do you care so much? It’s a personal choice about my body- none of your beeswax!” you retorted.

She raised one of her eyebrows as she swam to you.

“Not even oral?” she asked.

She would not be silenced by a refusal. You leaned in.

“No!” you whispered.

She pulled herself to the edge. Water splashed as she emerged to sit on the edge next to you.

“Y/N, I have a tip for you- two words!” she said.

She held up a fist and uncurled two fingers with the first and last names.

“Robert Laing.”

“Oh my god, you’re setting me up?” you sighed.

She shrugged.

“Why not? His tongue reached places I never thought it could!” she recalled.

Your jaw dropped.

“Are you seriously setting me up with your boyfriend?!” you cried, leaning forward.

“No! He’s not…” she answered.

“So, he’s your ex…you’re setting me up with your ex!?” you questioned.

“It was a fling- long over now. We’ve moved on. But we’re on good terms! All the women love him for a reason- he’s incredible! You’re going to lose it once, Sister Y/N, it might as well be someone who knows how to do the job. Listen to me-“

She pointed up to the above floors.

“Men have the brothel. Women have Laing.”

She flipped her legs up and walked over to the chairs.

“What do you think, Helen?!” she prodded.

You looked over to see Helen as she reclined on the pool chair. She tipped her lovely face from her magazine.

“Of Robert Laing?” she asked.

“Yeah-in bed!” Charlotte asked.

“Incredible! Nothing like it!!” Helen agreed.

Are you kidding me? Oh god- this place has a gigolo! you thought.

You forced your jaw to shut. High-Rise life wasn’t like normal life. It was a culture shock for you. Here, any proper rules about what was good or bad were out the window. People lived as they wanted and did what they wanted. There was no consequence. Each night, in the middle of the Twentieth floor, you could hear giggles and laughter. You passed people groaning and screaming with sex from their rooms. If not in the halls. The loud music from the constant partying was everywhere the second it was dark. You even heard housewives discussing what drugs they inhaled as they carried brown grocery bags.

“He’s a Shy boy. At First. But if you're alone with him in a bedroom…well, it’s a different man. But it’s not so intense that your first time with him would be too much. Unless you want to try anal,” Charlotte informed you.

You shot a look at Charlotte. Kids ran around the pool and tried to cartwheel into the water by you.

But Helen nodded and smiled. She spoke with the cherubic cheerfulness of a Disney princess.

“Oh yes, even anal with Robert is fantastic!” ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Besides, you had more pressing matters. There was a party that Royal’s wife, Ann, invited you to. A full 18th-century style ball complete with costumes! And what luck that she had costumes in your size available to rent!

Your gown was a lighter color- a creamy white, right in a shade that flattered you. Every guest was dressed in white or cream in their Rococo attire, like you. Your stays loosened now that they adjusted to your body. There were peals and beading on the bodice. Your large skirt swished as you moved, enjoying a fresh glass of champagne in hand.

You went by to try and make small talk when you felt something hit your skirt and on the ground. It was a bottle of wine. Fallen to the floor. A baritone voice behind you muttered “shit!”

Your stays prevented you from slouching, you squatted down to get it. You saw a long, elegant hand also reach for it. You looked up to see a young man who was not in 18th-century wear but a modern suit. In the black jacket and pants. He stuck out like a sore thumb against all the white of the guests.

But Holy Crap he was gorgeous. Bright blue eyes, a soft crop of hair a color between blonde and red, and his suit held a tall, lean frame.

“Oh- I’m so sorry! Did I get your dress?” he asked.

You both got up. Your stomach flipping, you felt self-conscious. The cut of the gown and the stays were better than any push-up bra. It was bumping up your cleavage. You felt his eyes flutter down there and then jolt back up. Your hands clasped and you brought them up to your neck in both surprise and a surge of modesty.

“No, you didn’t at all!” you insisted.

You glanced at the bottle of Riesling he had- you liked that flavor. You enjoyed getting it from many an evening at the grocery store. Especially when your bank account was low. It was affordable, crisp, and delicious.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

You gave him your name. He reached his hand with a smile.

“I’m Laing. Doctor Robert Laing.”

Doctor Robert Laing? That Doctor Laing?! The gigolo!? That was who the ladies were discussing?! You thought.

You stared at him, adrenaline coursing through you.

“Oh! Doctor Laing! I heard of you,” you replied out loud.

You didn’t need to tell him the context though. You offered your hand and offered it for him to shake.

“Good things, I hope!” he added with a wink that made your heart stop.

He accepted your hand, his hands felt ice cold, but soft.

“And how do you know Royal? He wouldn’t invite you if you didn’t know him,” Robert asked.

“Not well. I do see his wife around. Got to chat with her. We wound up getting along. She invited me here. She insisted I go out and get to know the people here…moved in two weeks ago,” you explained.

“Guess I’m still new here too-Month and a half!” Robert chatted.

“What room?” you asked.

“2505,” he answered.

You got to about talking where you came from as he began to light a limp cigarette, puffing at it lightly. He was very polite. His eyes were on you, listening more than talking. You discussed what you thought of the High-Rise. If you have been to the spa yet. Who you met. You then discussed the music playing at the party. You told him the orchestra was playing ABBA. One of your favorite bands!

“Y/N, that glass is already empty- could I fetch you another drink?” he offered.

“Sure thing!”

Right as Robert turned to get your drink, a burly, bearded man in costume blocked him.

“Hey there, dickhead- this is a themed party!” he declared.

Robert Laing could hardly say a word before the brute half-picked him up, dragging him off. He held onto the Doctor’s collar like a cat carrying a kitten. Guests seeing him pass by snickered at Robert’s modern attire. But you followed.

“Hey! Put him down! He didn’t do anything!” you tried to protest.

You beat your fists at Jerkass’s arm, but he swiped you away. He ignored you as he grabbed the wine bottle from Robert’s hand. He tossed the handsome doctor into the elevator roughly. Then pushed the button for it to close.

The Doctor locked eyes with you as the doors slid shut and he vanished. His face looked sad and scared. Far from the swaggering sex maniac you heard of. “Cheap bastard” the Jerkass cursed at the bottle before tossing it on the white fur rug.

Royal’s dog, a white German Shepherd with a bow tie, approached the bottle to sniff it. You bent your knees and picked it up. Yes, it was a cheap brand. But it tasted good. And Robert was trying to be a good guest.

You hid the bottle behind your back until you snuck into the bedroom. The bed was piled with the coats and purses of the guests. You planted it in your large purse by the pillows amongst everyone’s things. Then you turned back to enjoy the party. After an hour, you left, saying you had work early tomorrow. You got your purse and punched the lift to the Twenty-Fifth Floor.

You went to room 2505 and knocked. Robert opened, bewildered. A strand of his hair had flown out and he lacked his jacket. Not that it detracted his looks, not at all.

“Here- your wine,” you offered.

You pulled the bottle from your purse and handed it to him.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he answered.

“Are you okay-You look like you’ve been in a fight!” you asked.

He let out a deep sigh, pressing a hand to his head.

“No- lift broke for a bit,” he explained.

“Oh, that’s miserable! As if being kicked out wasn’t bad enough!” you commented.

He looked down at the bottle. He turned to put it on a chair and then returned to you, leaning closer against the doorframe.

“You seemed to be happy there. I’m sorry I had to make you leave,” he apologized.

“It’s alright. I came to wear this costume. Nothing more.” you added, giving the skirt a swish with your hand.

He leaned a little closer.

“You do look beautiful in it,” he complimented.

Lightning struck you. The edges of your vision had stars and you tried to even process if what you heard was real. He took a step aside, gesturing to his flat.

“But that wine…it’s not as good to drink alone. How about…how about we split it?” he offered.

You froze where you were. Your breath stopped, becoming a lump in the middle of your throat. Your hands turned sweaty.

“I don’t have any food in my stomach for that much booze…” you answered.

His eyebrows lowered, yet there was an honesty in his eyes. Even innocence. No guile to have his way with you. Not like Helen’s husband, Wilder. Wilder would charge at you. Making offers of his bed or the nearest surface. Not caring when you said no. You’d slap him and flee before he could grab you.

The soft way Robert looked at you suddenly made you panic with regret. The words flew out of you like a burp.

“Serve it with dinner and I’ll call it a deal!” you blurted.

Shit, Shit, shit, what the fuck was I thinking? you thought.

Your pulse raced. That was too forward, too bold. But then he nodded.

“Alright. I’ll make it. You don’t have to provide a thing.”

Time stopped. You could hardly believe it.

“Then it’s settled. Are you free tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yes,” Robert confirmed.

“What time?” you asked.

“Let’s say Seven.���

“It’s done. I’ll see you tomorrow at seven.”

He smiled at you.

“I look forward to it,” he answered.

You said your goodbyes. The second you got back to your flat, you threw yourself onto the couch in a pile of white silk of your dress. You put a pillow to your face and screamed into it, kicking your legs in giddy joy. Your maturity level descending.

A date! A date! I have a date! I asked a hot guy out! And he said yes!!!! Oh my god, oh my god, how am I even going to sleep tonight??? ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

The next day, you were out of coffee and bread and headed down to the grocery store. But who should also be there, wheeling a cart, but Helen. She waved at you, gesturing to you to come near her.

“What’s up, Y/N- there’s a look on your face! Was Royal’s fun?” she asked.

“Helen-I met Laing last night,” you reported.

She gasped and then smiled.

“See- lovely fellow! And a looker too, isn’t he?” she teased.

You looked down at your hands on the grocery cart with a smile that confirmed- Yes, he was handsome. Helen kept giggling, a blush on her cheeks. Then you returned up at her, an idea making you frown.

“And are you sure he’s available? I don’t want to make some poor woman miserable, even by accident!” you asked.

“Yes- not committed to anybody…he’s been around. But no attachments. If there was, I’d know!” she confirmed.

Your carts paused in the cereal aisle. You took a deep breath.

“I’m having dinner with him tonight” you announced.

“What! That’s wonderful! You did the work for us!” she chirruped, clapping her hands together.

“What do you mean ‘work’?” you prodded.

“Charlotte and I had a chat, and we had a plan- we were going to set you up with him. I’d go to you and tell you everything about him. Charlotte would go to Robert’s and sing every bit of your praises. Then you’d both agree to meet up or exchange phone numbers!”

You gave a smile and shrugged.

“Thank you-I appreciate the thought! But I’m able to find my own men and set up my own dates of course!” you replied.

You pushed your carts to a corner to talk. You then explained how you met him and the party. Returning the wine bottle and everything.

“He’s even going to cook- isn’t that thoughtful?!” she commented.

“I’m just nervous about it. Dates make me nervous,” you confided.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” Helen comforted.

A lady passed by with sunglasses over her eyes and a bold shade of lipstick. Passerby’s from the aisles asked for her autograph. She half-smiled and signed notepads with a flourish. The dog in her cart leaned his nose close at them to get a whiff, wagging his tail.

“Think of this- you’ll have a lovely dinner at minimum. And at maximum- you won’t be walking when I see you tomorrow,” she reasoned, raising a hand to rub her pregnant belly.

You felt your entire face get hot with embarrassment.

“I’m not the type to kiss on the first date, much less shag! It’s only a dinner-not a wedding night! But I’ll let you know how it goes. So don’t get your hopes up! And Helen, And that goes for Charlotte too! I know you’ll tell her!” you insisted.

Both of you wheeled your carts to get in the long line for the cashier.

“But I still have to…impress him,” you blubbered. Could you even live up to the other women here?

Helen rubbed your back, “If he didn’t like you, he’d say no. Y/N, you know he’s nice! Just wear your best dress-that should make you feel confident!”

You let out a deep exhale. Your carts moved forward in the line.

“Part of me is tempted to cancel. Save myself the embarrassment. Or the heartbreak,” you confessed.

Helen leaned into you.

“Charlotte says he sunbathes in the afternoons. Naked. Get to her place and look down if you want a peek at what to look forward to. That might convince you to go forward.” ❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

Holy shit, this can’t be real. I can’t be doing this, you thought.

Your heart was racing, your finger shaking as you pressed the button to go to the Twenty-Fifth floor. Up it went, up, up, up. You could chicken out and run away, but no- that was being a coward. Didn’t you want this in the first place? Hell, you were the one who flat-out asked him!

What if it all went wrong? What if then he hated you? What if you hated him? Yes, he was incredibly handsome but handsome men could be total pricks. Wilder was as handsome as they come. But the man was a slimy, creepy rat bastard you wanted to shove off the highest balcony. If only Helen would divorce his sorry ass by now. She didn’t deserve him. But what if Wilder was a sweet guy back then? What if when Helen began dating him, he wasn’t like that? People change. What if Robert seemed okay at first and then turned into an asshole who broke your heart or hurt you? What then?

But all that was for later. Now was now.

It’s a free dinner, at least you thought remembering Helen’s words.

Taking a deep breath, the elevator dinged, and you stepped out to the hall.

You checked a hand mirror in your pocket to make sure your makeup was right, and that there weren’t any noticeable stains in your teeth. Your dress was blush pink, showing your shoulders and snug on your body with a flared skirt. Pink, how ironic- that mix of innocent white and passionate red. You had jewelry and earrings complete with heels. The heating broke throughout for a few hours, and you wore a coat over your dress from the chill of the building.

There it was, checking the notepad you had in your pocket and then double-checking, it was the right room- 2505. You entered, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

You knocked on the door and saw him. Your body froze at the sight of him. If this was real. If he was real. He was in a white dress shirt with a grey jacket and black tie. So simple, but so becoming. His eyes were soft when they looked at you, like the gaze of a doe. This couldn’t be the wild sex maniac the women of the High-Rise gossiped about. The man they went to for sex as they went to the spa for massages. Or was he?

“Hello, Robert….” You greeted.

He opened it.

“Please…come in…can I take your coat?”

“Yes…”

You sucked in the air when you felt him behind you, his hands raised up. Taking your coat. They were gentle as they brushed against your shoulders. You felt his eyes drink you in from behind. Seeing your dress. Seeing the outline of your body. But you did not raise an arm or hand to cover yourself, you let him look. He walked over and put the coat over a hook on the wall.

“Welcome, Y/N. You look lovely again. Make yourself at home,” he greeted with a smile.

Your chest fluttered as you mumbled a “thank you.”

You noticed the room- one wall had a tiny square of grey paint on it. But the other walls were tall and brown with rectangular columns- sleek and modern. A few boxes were in the back. There was a photo pinned to one wall of him in a casual shirt smiling and hugging a young woman. You thought you glimpsed a bed in one corner and promptly turned your head away to ignore it. Near the dinner table was a sliding glass door to a balcony like every house as the sun had finally set and it darkened to nighttime. The room was lit a little low- not garishly bright. But not too dark.

You saw him in his lovely suit and his tie. You smiled at him.

“Thank you so much, Robert. The place looks wonderful,” you complimented.

He gallantly pulled out the chair at the table for you. You made a smile too big for your face and your stomach fluttered. Robert made his way to the other end. There was the Riesling along with a small salad bowl and a meal.

“Well, what brought you here?” you asked.

Robert’s hand froze, fork in mid-air.

“It was my…my sister,” he answered.

“She invited you?”

“No, she died…” he replied.

This man at the party held himself like a demigod, a touch of the divine within him. But at the mention of his sister, here you were with the mortal half.

“Oh, Robert…that’s awful…” you said.

He began to blink. He then reached into his pocket, lit a cigarette with shaking hands, and began to smoke. His hands were still shaking after a several puffs with the cigarette. You saw a tear in the duct of his eye. You got up, went to your coat pockets, retrieved tissues, and hurried over to give him one.

“Here…here…” you said.

You heard sniffs. You then handed him a glass of water from the kitchen, and he began to gulp it up. His eyes were puffy with quiet tears. He then glanced at the photo.

“We were close. And she was the nicest, most genuine person you could imagine. She had a full life…but not a long one…” he continued.

“Robert, that’s still a tragedy…and you should grieve how you want….” You comforted, leaning closer to him.

Looking down at your hands, you saw they fidgeted. Glancing around the room, you wondered if now the right time was to even have this dinner. You retreated two steps from him.

“Do you need some space? I can go back to-”

“No! No- please! Please stay…” Robert pleaded, leaning forward in his chair, a hand up to stop you.

“Alright, I will.”

You returned to the chair and sat down.

“Sometimes, I’m over her. I think I’ve stopped crying…then it hits me…I’m sorry, Y/N, you weren’t expecting a crying mess….” He confided.

“I’m pretty sure losing a beloved sibling would make any person into a crying mess…” you reasoned.

He then looked at the dinner…

“We should start. The food might get cold,” he reasoned.

You sat down and began with the rolls in a basket on the table.

“So, tell me…tell me more about your job! I know you’re a doctor,” you queried.

“Well, I’m a physiologist. And a professor…” he said.

As he dug into the salad, his shoulders began to lower. His lips curled to a small smile as he looked at you.

“Not just a medical doctor? That’s impressive. That requires lots of studying to get approved!” you praised, nodding your head.

“I teach physiology to medical students in training. How to do autopsies. One poor chap flat out fainted once in the middle last month.”

“Well, can’t blame him! I see too much gore in a horror movie, and I have to cover my eyes!” you commented.

“It’s the human body! It’s fascinating!” he said, gesticulating with his hands.

He grinned wider and set the cigarette on an ashtray on the table. The salad and main course and side dishes vanished. Time passed easily talking to him. One topic you discussed excitedly so much that you had to freeze your hands from knocking over the Riesling bottle placed next to you. He lit a new one, and began to absent-mindedly smoke, but kept his eyes on you. You sipped on your glass and realized he had finished this.

“Oh, the bottle…it’s on the other side,” he commented.

“Here, let me bring it over. Would you like me to pour it for you?” you offered.

“Yes…”

You went over and poured the glass. He picked up the cigarette, the smoke curling up to twist and melt into the air. Then he looked at you with reverence above him. It was a nice picture. Domestic even. Your gaze met his and you pulled up the wine bottle before you could overflow his glass by accident.

Feminism was leaving your mind like filtering sand each second you laid eyes on him. Could you see yourself as his wife already? Was it too soon?

You could see yourself waking up next to him. Fixing him coffee in the morning. Adjusting his tie before he went to work, asking for him to tell you every bit of it as you gave him a demure kiss on the cheek. When it came to the time, he would be back home, you’d dress up with lipstick, skirts, pearls, and perfume just like now. You would have dinner prepared on the table or a hot bath too for good measure. He would enter and greet you with one of the smiles that made you flutter and a deeper kiss than that in the morning. You would pour him a drink when he came in. He’d praise the dinner but then look at you. Saying he’d rather devour you. Then pick you up. Carry you to the kitchen countertop. Shove away the leftover ingredients. He’d make hickeys across your pearl-draped neck. Then he'd push you to lie down on it. He’d lift your skirt, drop his pants and fuck you senselessly on the countertop until….

The footsteps of people out in the hall snapped you back. You felt your entire body clench, arousal already soaking your panties. A pit in your stomach with the food. You made yourself swallow the fantasy out. That was for later. You had to be present. Your body felt hot like it had a fever. Returning to your seat, you poured yourself another sip of Riesling. Grateful that he chilled it. Robert turned his head to the outside balcony, gesturing to it.

“Ah- look outside! It’s beautiful tonight! Sometimes I can hear the crickets…or see the stars,” he suggested.

The two of you went out to the balcony and looked up and out. You saw some stars, whatever wasn’t blocked by the fog of London nearby. Crickets chirruped from below. Both of you admired it for a few minutes.

He turned to you, flicking his cigarette off the end. It was like a tiny, red star before blinking into nothing. As if it dissolved into the night air before hitting the pavement.

“Y/N, thank you for earlier…and for returning the bottle…” he said with a smile.

“You’re welcome. They were dicks to you. And it’s a good wine. And thanks for opening up about your sister-I think there are half-off roses at the store. I’ll send some to you in her honor, just tell me a color…” you offered.

“I should be the one getting you flowers. I had work and had to cook the food- ran out of time,” he explained.

“Well, I’m not the one who needs it!” you quipped.

He chuckled warmly. You realized he was leaning closer. And you could pick up his scent- cigarette smoke and cologne mixed up in the drink that was Doctor Robert Laing. His eyes hypnotized you. His face, smooth and handsome, transfixed you. You felt his hands on your waist. You felt him lifting you up, sitting you down on hard brick and mortar. But your gaze never left his. You looked down and he up.

“Robert, I…” you began.

But the words stopped. Your thoughts stopped.

His eyes went to your lips. Then he touched your cheek. That cold, soft hand. He began to lean forward.

Oh God, Oh god, oh god, ShitFuckShitFuck, it was about to happen! You thought in a thrilled panic.

Before you could close your eyes and seal the kiss, you felt a gust of cold wind on your back. You were so transfixed by him that you didn’t register where he put you. Blinking and then turning around, you saw he had set you to sit on the balcony. Right over the twenty-five floors below to the hard concrete. A push of his arms and you were a goner.

You let out a scream.

You wrapped your arms around him. You clung onto him like a koala and buried your face into his neck.

“Robert! Please!” you cried.

You could feel his smile, but he wrapped his arms around you. His hands were on your back, supporting you, keeping you safe.

“Okay- it’s okay, I got you,” he assured.

“Take me off- now!” you insisted.

He wrapped his arms around you, picking you up like you were as light as a toy doll and setting you down. He wiped his hands on his sides.

“I’m so sorry. Some of the women liked that. I should have asked,” he apologized.

“It’s okay-you got me off!” you assured him.

“Here, I know what’ll make you feel better. I brought my records with me…would you like to hear one?” he asked.

You nodded. He brought out a box. There was such a wide variety that he collected. He insisted on not sticking religiously to one genre. Good music was good music. He offered you your choice of albums. You selected one of the old-school crooners from the fifties. He set it on and began to play it. The album started as you both sat there, listening. The music melting your adrenaline from the balcony. You turned and felt him look at you. He then offered an open hand.

“Can we…can we dance?” he offered.

“Yes.”

You felt him pull you up. You felt him take one hand in your other and you felt him reach an arm around your waist to your back. You both moved. It wasn’t as much dancing as it was gentle swaying. But he was so graceful, so soothing you didn’t care.

“Robert, why did you say yes to dinner?” you asked.

“I’ve been lonely here, Y/N. I wanted company. And after that party, I wanted your company…you made this lonely man feel a little less lonely in this place here.” he explained.

The crooner’s voice went up to end the song and a new one began.

“Your hands…they’re cold. Doctor’s hands are always cold,” you commented.

“Then here,” he offered.

Robert put one hand to his face, letting out an exhale. on the palm. Then he rubbed it on his pants. The friction creating more heat. Then he grasped your hand again.

“No cold hands, no?” he asked.

“Much better,” you nodded.

“Y/N, would you like to learn something medical?” he asked, continuing to sway with you.

“Yes.”

“You can feel the pulse in various places in the body, yes, but that includes your stomach. And that’s for a certain kind of pulse- PMI. Point of Maximum Impulse,” he explained.

“Where is it on me?” you asked.

“Well, can I touch you with my cold doctor's hands?” he quipped.

“Yes,” you answered with a giggle.

He lowered his hand to press the flesh gently beneath your left breast, and between rib bones. You inhaled sharply at his touch.

“There. That’s the PMI- one of the strongest beats from your heart. You can guess certain heart diseases feeling it,” he taught.

“And what can you tell about my pulse, Doctor Laing?” you asked.

His cheeks became pink at the word.

“That it’s…it’s racing…very fast.”

“And why does the heartbeat race? You’re the expert,” you teased.

“Anxiety or danger… but also excitement…”

“What about yours? How is your pulse?” you asked.

“Here…why don’t you tell me yourself…” he offered, smiling back.

You lifted your hand from his and placed it on the left side of his chest, over his grey jacket. You could feel it starting to race.

“It’s going fast too…” he whispered.

“From anxiety, danger…or excitement…”

“Yes…”

Robert then leaned forward, his nose grazing yours. An inch before, almost seeking permission. You gazed at each other’s eyes and then lips.

And finally, they touched sealing into a kiss. You felt him press you tight- an embrace you would never want him to release from. He held onto you. The music swelled- it was now a romantic ballad. He let go.

“I had a good night tonight,” Robert told you.

“I did too…”

His hand dropped to touch the side of your face. He kissed more and more. He pushed his tongue in, and you made a noise at the feel. Only to kiss him more. You felt his hand on your lower back press you closer. Your hips were connecting. Arousal soaked you down below. But even more this time. This time it was real. The friction made you chilled, hypnotized. Nothing, no one else mattered- except him.

“I…I don’t want it to end now….” He confessed.

He kissed you, but then you realized he had guided you right into the column before the kitchen, and he was pawing at your clothes, looking for the zipper in your back. Your mind then went blank in surprise.

“Robert- wait! Please, wait!” you pleaded breathily, putting a hand on his chest to stop.

He paused. His arms fell. A strand of hair was loose and his lips were bright pink.

“Did the ladies tell you about me?” you asked.

“No,” he reported.

“I know you’re experienced but I never…never did this before, Robert…” you explained.

“Oh...alright…” he nodded.

No comments. No words of lack of surprise nor total surprise. No laughter and no judgment. No teasing. He only accepted it as a fact, like the earth was round.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away. I got excited. I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot- but I’ll stop,” He apologized.

He took a few steps back.

Yet the look of him made you light-headed with lust. All yours if only for this night. The raving reviews of the women taunted your mind. And the creeping, slivering desire you felt for Robert Laing overwhelmed you. You realized you didn’t want to call it a night and return home. It was the first step of a steep hike. The view from above would be worth each nerve-wracking step. And that he felt for you…

Your heart was racing out of control. Your head was clear despite the wine, the pooling in your body was urging at you, telling you. It's time. You're ready. And you know it. You want this. You want him.

“I told you to wait… not to stop. Not completely. I trust you. I want this. And I want it to be you…” you directed.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied, stepping forward.

You slide a hand behind his head, through his hair. He kissed you further, deeper. You moaned into it.

“The bed. If it’s the first time, you need the bed…” he whispered.

You would let him have you anywhere, but you still smiled. He led you over there to that bed. He laid you down.

“Look at you in that dress, it made me want to ruin you the minute you came in,” he growled.

He kissed you hard and passionately. You sighed into it. Some gentle pressure from his push and you laid down on the bed. He laid on top of you and you felt his weight. It wasn’t to crush you, but just enough that it was like an embrace. You felt a gasp from your lips as he undid his tie and tossed it to the side. His hands raised your skirt. He grinned seeing the nicest lace underwear you had selected. Already visibly stained by how wet you were.

“Here…I’ll make you ready even more, darling…” he said.

He crept a finger down the hem. He then looked up.

“Can I?” he asked.

“Yes, you can…” you nodded.

You let out a gasp feeling his finger inside you. He moved it around and you shuddered. A gasp that stopped in your throat as he stretched you out, felt your walls, getting deeper. He explored you and you had to get used to it- the newness, the intrusion. But you didn’t want him out yet. He licked his lips as he curled it up, eliciting a small moan from you. You felt him move up your folds and then finding your clit. As he began to circle it, you splayed a hand over his back and grabbed onto his jacket. A shuddering sound escaped you. The man was fully clothed but you were already a mess for him. You began to writhe as he circled it more, in response, a groan came out of you.

“There?” he asked.

“There!” you confirmed in a gasp.

“More, my dear-more?” he asked.

“Yes…then keep them- oh!” you cried, interrupted as he put in a second finger.

You felt your own legs open wider for space. He found the right spot, and you began whimpering. Neck arching and close your eyes to keep feeling it. Then he removed it, wiping the juices on your thigh. You felt cold, and empty without them in you. But that was only the first stage; preparation.

“Can’t believe I’m your first. First to touch you. First to ruin you. First to fuck you. I don’t want any man after to compare to me,” he boasted.

Your fingers began to grip the sheets to steady yourself. Both of you tossed away your shoes.

He unzipped the back of your dress. You pulled him forward, kissing him again, but moving to the lobe of his ear, his neck. He removed your dress. He took off your stockings, kissing your stomach as it glided over and letting it float down to the floor. You were in a bra and underwear. You raised a hand to cup his cheek. Despite the shakiness in your hands and your own brain racing through the fog of arousal, fear, and thrill. You pulled him in to kiss him again, not caring that your teeth clank. He wrapped an arm around you, and you felt the warmth right on your skin.

“We have some walls to test here. I want you to be screaming for the neighbors to complain,” he voiced, taking off his jacket to toss on the floor.

You half sat up and helped him to undo the buttons of his white dress shirt. With a smooth movement, he removed his pants. You saw the erect outline through his white underwear. You felt your eyes widen as you saw him. Tanned and ripped, clear muscles, strong biceps, and a wide chest and shoulders. He smiled proudly as you sat there ogling him.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said.

“That’s good. I like what I see too. There’s just one thing that could be better,” he said.

He went back to kiss you and felt one hand reach to your bra strap in the back. Both of you forgot about the enforced chill of the apartments. You had the fire of bare skin on bare skin. He paused and looked down at your exposed breasts with a smile. He raised his hand, grazing a thumb over your nipple. You shivered from it.

“This exquisite and uninvaded. Untouched. Looks like I’ll have to end that…” he mumbled.

He wrapped his arms around you to pull you back down, and you peppered kisses all over his jaw and his neck. You even found his earlobe and pecked it. You felt his own hardness press on you as well as his leg. A thin line of cloth on both of you. Nothing more, nothing less. Keeping your bodies from joining. Ache. Need. You felt him against you. Your hips rocked to his and Laing let out a groan. He teased his hardness against your clothed entrance.

“And you know the procedure, Doctor?” you teased with a heated giggle.

“I know it well if you want it,” he replied, his breath hot against you.

“Yes, please…I need you to fuck me,” you mewled, arching your shoulders back, tits splaying.

You never heard this tone in your voice. Wanton. Downright pornographic. But here it was.

You felt his own hips against yours and a shudder between you both. Then he crawled up, and you felt his hardness outline on your stomach. He looked at you.

“Then, keep laying supine…and keep calling me Doctor…” he requested.

He kissed one breast, eliciting a moan from you. He moved on to the other. Your arms reached down until your fingers traced his shoulders. You found his hair and combed all ten of your fingers through it. He moved down to kiss your hip bone. His own hands went up, tracing the side of your leg.

You felt his long fingers splaying over your hip bones and the hem. He was slow- as if enjoying feeling every inch of you. Curling around the hem, he pulled the panties down your thighs. He put them through your knees, through your calves, and off. As if this was a ceremony. Your heart drummed further, your head spinning as he looked down on you. He looked at you bare. His eyes kept between your legs, licking your lips at the sight of your sex.

He removed his underwear and kicked it away. He was already dripping small pearls. You swallowed a gasp. He was monstrous…not that you had any before to compare it to. He returned to hover over you. He pried your legs open with his hands, warm from his breath but also the touch of your skin. You felt your own hips arch forward for him.

You glanced over to the side, seeing the night. It was dark against the soft lights of the apartment. The sky was clear. Stars finally outshone the city smog. A beautiful, peaceful night indeed. A perfect night to lose your innocence to Laing.

He then tipped a finger beneath your chin, moving you to face him.

“I want to see you, I want to look in your eyes when I’m the first one to fuck you, the first to enter you. I want you to look at me,” he rasped.

“Yes, Doctor.”

Looking right into his eyes, you opened your shaking legs. He sank into you. Bit by bit. Inch by inch. Moans coming out of you. Then he moved his hips and let it all in.

You let out one little cry when he was fully inside. You felt his own heartbeat over you, his skin, and his moan right next to your ear. Your walls adjusted to him. You felt yourself clutch onto his back. He panted right next to you. He kept his eyes on you. Knowing how special this moment was. He finally claimed you. Nothing else would change that now in the future. Robert Laing was the first to enter you. The first to show you sinful bliss.

Then he pulled his hips back. You sighed at the feeling of the coldness from lack of him, and he brought it back with a sloppy thrust.

Your breath hitched when finally, he was inside. You felt his own heartbeat over you, his skin, and a moan right next to your ear. Your walls adjusted to him. You felt yourself clutch onto his back. Then he pulled his hips back. You sighed at the feeling of the coldness from lack of him, and he brought it back with a sloppy thrust.

“There…there’s a good girl…like that…” he rasped.

He thrust into you again, and again. A voice flew out of you, a voice you never knew you had. He began to pick up only slightly. You gasped- you liked this.

“Yes! Yes, yes! Doctor-fuck- yes!!” you hissed.

You tilted your head back, eyes closing to enjoy the sensation when he cupped your jaw and pulled it down. You opened your jaw as he traced a finger over your lips.

“Remember-eyes on me….” He panted.

You let his face meet yours. His lips grazed yours in an open kiss. He even took his forehead and pressed yours against it. You felt his breath hot against you.

“Angel, can you…can you take more?” he asked.

You nodded, your hands reaching to that strong back and digging your nails in. He responded by snapping his hips right into you, such a hard pull you felt the invasion arrange your insides.

“Doctor!” you cried out.

It was the sweetest invasion, the pinprick of pain that brought pleasure. He picked up the speed. His own groans from his pink lips serenade your whorish moans. Then more.

“Fuck, you’re-you’re tight. Shit-shit- taking me so well, there- there’s- fuck!-my good girl,” he whimpered as he picked up the pace.

You felt yourself get dizzy. Your hands around, reaching his hair and raking your nails deeper onto his back. He had found the right spot, your hips meeting his, but angling- deeper, with the speed increasing. You were sliding against the bed, yet you weren’t stopping him. He then took your lower thighs and lifted them, he reached the upper angle, near your clit. He was getting rougher.

“Doctor-Yes-oh, Jesus- Yes-yes!” you were yelling.

His thrusts were wilder. Faster. He grunted and groaned, eyes down on you. Here was the passionate man the women raved about. The desk next to the bed was shifting around with how deeply, quickly, and powerfully he was fucking you. And the bed itself was denting against the wall.

Something was bubbling inside you. Building up. He was cursing, then crying out your name. Something was building in you. Like you were going to break if you let it grow. Like you would die. But you wanted to. at the sound as he slammed you, hips slamming into yours as he kept up the fast rhythm. All as he looked you in the eye and you in his eyes. Then he put a finger in your slit and curled it on your nub.

The pleasure was rising. More moans came out of you. Not quiet ones. Bubbling up wilder as he stroked you there. About to spin out of control. You weren’t going to last.

“D-Doctor- I think I’m- I think I’m going to-“

“Cum-darling-cum, cum with me!” He was yelling as well, meeting your volume.

It built higher, higher, until-

You let out a last, loud cry.

The spinning pleasure snapped in you. You took in a slight gasp as the shockwaves of your peak. You felt him give a last shout of your name as he came too. He was pulsing inside you, and you felt yourself shake, an ache in your own pussy and legs. The record had stopped playing and there was only the white noise of the vents above you. The heat had come back on. Not that you or Robert needed it.

You fell together, feeling the eclipse of your shared high. You saw the ceiling spin above you. Slowly arriving back to. The apartment reeked of sex, of your bodies, of sweat, and the heat of passion. He pulled out of you; you could hear his own quick breaths. Trying to catch his own. Your entire body was heavy from your climax, craving sleep.

“Are you okay?” he asked, touching a hand to your shoulder.

“I’m…I’m tired…tired and wonderful,” you replied.

He smiled.

“I’m glad then…” he said.

You nestled close and wrapped an arm around him. Good night, you couldn’t have asked for a better hour.

“Robert, Thank you. I’m glad it was with you…” you complimented.

“So, I take that you liked it?” he quipped.

“I loved it- Doctor,” you answered with a giggle.

As you nestled closer to him, he laughed back with you. The laughter made his body under your arms jilt up and down. The sound rumbled and echoed through your skin. There was something pure about it. Sweet.

He let go. But it felt too soon. You wanted to hold him for longer. Cuddle him. Kiss him on the cheek and forehead. Call him every pet name under the sun. You leaned on your side and traced the outline of his cheek down to his shoulder. He blinked and watched your hands, unused to the intimacy. Then he shifted closer to lay on his side parallel to you. You wrapped your arms around each other.

“Can I stay?” you proposed.

His eyes went wide. His jaw went slack. Then he nodded.

“Yes- Y/n, please! I never had anyone stay over the night…” he confessed.

Your eyebrows shut up.

“You’re kidding!” you gasped.

Comparing you to his ex-lovers on a first date wasn’t a wise choice for a man. But there was a sadness in his voice. It made you halt. It made you listen.

“They’d take me. And then they’d leave. Not say a word when I passed them at the store. Like I was no different than their plumber…”

You traced a finger over his bare chest. Drawing figures as he beamed down at you.

“Then I’ll stay…but I might need my toothbrush tomorrow. My breath will stink if you kiss me in the morning,” you reminded him.

“I’ll brave it then,” he responded.

He leaned in to kiss you. Both of you settled in closer. Never letting go of the other. Discussing everything. Discussing nothing. Your exhaustion from your orgasm won over and you both melted into a peaceful sleep, there in room 2505.

[fictionalmenxyn]

Day off

Summary: having no missions to do, besides some training there isn’t much more to do.

F/n- Friends name

Tw:jumping out of plane/aircraft and I believe that’s it.

So today you and the lads plus Layla didn't have any missions. You had a few training sessions buts that's it. Your nickname/code name is Grim Reaper since if someone saw you, they knew they were already dead.

Currently walking down the corridor with your headphones on. You were listening to your favourite playlist. Bopping your head to the rhythm, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped a little and turned around. You saw it was ghost, you smiled and spoke "hey" you paused your music and pulled your headphones around to your neck. He spoke "hey, when's your next training session?" You spoke "uhh I think in a hour or two I was just about to go on a run, why?" He spoke "I'm gunna join you" you smiled and spoke "sounds like a plan" you gave him a fist bump. You and Ghost both grew up together only you two know each others true pasts. You both wore some form of face masks, he wore his skeleton and you wore your half skull mask that was smudged. You did it because of three reasons one to hide your massive scars. Not that you were insecure about it but you just didn't want people asking about how you go them because some of them weren't from the military. Two is because you wanted to hide your Identity from enemy's and also because of your scars it would be quite easy to remember your face. Lastly because if you looked in the mirror long enough you just see your younger self and that was a bad place because of your bad parents and stuff so it would just remind you of childhood.

You were at the start of the track. You spotted ghost walking over, you waved and he copied your movement by waving back. You spoke "ready?" He nodded. You started your watch and you both started your run. Since you both joined the military you both have changed but you both know it was for the better. You both became stronger mentally, physically and emotionally.

After about a solid hour of running ghost spoke "don't you have training soon?" You looked at your watch and spoke "shit.. yeah I do come on I need to get ready" you both went back to your rooms. You quickly showered and changed.

Quickly leaving your room you headed outside. You spotted

F/n and Price outside. Price spoke "ah just in the Nick of time thought we'd leave without you" you spoke "sorry to busy running and lost track off time, no pun intended" he smirked and said "come on let's go" you three walked onto the helicopter and buckled yourselves in. Todays main training is free fall, you loved it since it gave you a feeling as if you were on a roller coaster plus you loved fear. F/n who is also known as Soap's missus, well she has a love hate relationship with the thing. Price spoke "get ready" the door started opening and he spoke "aim towards the astroturf" you shouted of the noise "ok!" Walking towards the opening you looked back at Price. He gave you a thumbs up, you shouted "three.. two.. one!" You grabbed F/n’s hand and you both ran off the platform and you both in the sky. Looking over to F/n you gave her a thumbs up to see is she was alright. She gave you a thumbs up to confirm she was alright. You heard Price over the radio in your ear "pull the cord" you pulled the cord and then so did F/n. You both managed to lad in the AstroTurf. You unclipped your parachute and ran over to F/n. You high-fived each other, you said "you did great" she said "that's because I enjoyed it this time" you said "then enjoy it the next" you smirked and she said "I'll try my best, Reaper" you walked over to your parachute and started packing it back up. You heard Price shout "well done ladies! both did great today!" you spoke "managed to get a few flips in too" me laughed.

Making your way back into the building. You saw most of the men in the break room. You spotted ghost, sat at the table playing cards with Gaz and soap. You looked away then felt eyes on you, instantly knowing it was ghost. You continued walking towards your room. Opening the door and closing it behind you, you placed your vest on your chair and helmet on the desk. You pulled your boots off when you heard the door. You beckoned them in. The door opened revealing ghost. You spoke "hey, love" he closed the door and asked "how'd it go?" You said "good.. good" he nodded his head and slipped his mask off. He laid on your bed. You spoke "Imma go in the shower alright, you can stay here I'll leave the door open so you can talk to me, ok?" He looked over at you and spoke "I want one thing first" you said "and that is?" He spoke "a kiss" you smiled and walked over and leaned down. Giving him a kiss then you gave him a peck on the cheek. You spoke "if you want music on my phone is on the desk if you connect it with my speaker it should work" he got up and walked over to your desk. Grabbing your phone he saw your lock screen. It was you pair in your gear after one of your duo missions and saved thousands of people that in your opinion was the best mission you been on. He unlocked your phone and did what he was told. Turning it up so it was practically background music so he could still hear you. Hearing one of your favourite songs on you started singing to it. He smiled to himself as he loved when you sang it reminded him of the time you and him would be in either one of yours rooms when you were teens and you’d sing the same song. That song to him and you had something there. It felt like a safe place, it had so many good memories behind it.

Getting out of the shower you changed into a pair of joggers and one of ghosts hoodies and a pair of your sports socks. Scrunching your hair in your towel you walked out of the bathroom and saw he still was on your bed. You walked over and said "so heard it's movie night tonight, you joining?" He said "if you go, I’ll go" you smiled and spoke "they we shall" you sat next to him.

After drying your hair, you and ghost pulled on your masks. Walking into the brake room you spotted everyone gathered round the table. You spoke "hey guys" F/n patted a seat next to her. You sat down and ghost sat opposite you and next to soap. Price said "now since everyone is here, we need to vote on what we are eating tonight." He handed out pieces of paper and spoke "write down what you think we should eat tonight." You pretend to right down but you looked at ghost to see what he was writing. Agreeing with his option you wrote down the same. Folding the paper you placed it into Price's hat. Once he collected the votes in he mixed them in his hat. In the end he said "so the food we are getting tonight is pizza." You looked at ghost and saw he was already looking at you. You smirked and looked back at Price and he spoke "once you get the note pad write your order down" after three people it was your turn. You wrote your name and ghost's name, you looked up at him and asked "the usual?" He nodded his head as you wrote down his order and then yours and slid the note pad to F/n so she could order hers and soaps food.

After a while you all ate your food and cleaned up. Soap said "everyone grab what you want for the movie" you and F/n gave each other an excited look. You ran to your room and F/n ran to hers. You grabbed your waited blanket F/n gifted you and you grabbed a pillow for ghost. Walking back out you saw most of the men had hogged up the sofa. You rolled your eyes as you hear F/n whisper "they've hogged up the sofa again haven't they?" You spoke "yep, gosh we can never have a seat can we?" You both chuckled and she said "no worries at least we got men we can us as a pillow" you gave her the eyes. She laughed. You both walked over and you threw ghost the pillow. He rested it behind his neck and he gestured for you to sit on his lap. Sitting sideways so your left side was against his chest as you both sat on the end. You pulled the blanket over you both. Feeling his arm snake around your waist and the other hand on your thigh. You rested your head on his shoulder. You watched the beginning of the movie and spoke "gaz picked this didn't he?" The men laughed and gaz spoke "how do you know that?" You spoke "I’ve know you all long enough now. Trust me I can read people like a book" he was shocked. You smirked and continued watching the movie when you heard ghost whispered "that was quite accurate" you smiled under the mask and he knew you did as well.

After the movie, you all headed to your room. Soap went with F/n and ghost went with you. Closing the door and locking it, ghost pulled his mask off. He later on your bed and said "come on, before I get cold" you rolled you eyes as you laid on top of him. He placed his index finger under your chin and lifted your face to look at him dead in the eyes. He closed the gab and started to make out with you. Sometimes when you kissed Ghost it was as if he’d haven’t seen you in years. He love it though and deep down you did too. Pulling away for air and asked "why'd you stop?" You said through each breath "do.. you want.. me to suffocate?" He chuckled and said "eh, as long as it's me doing it" you smirked and started kissing him again. Then you both went to sleep. The only time ghost slept it would only be in your arms. Just like when you both were kids.

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