#but god damn. time and place ladies. do NOT be putting him in MY PERSONAL SILLY FUNTIME TAG

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to all users flooding the xmen tag with unrelated pictures of evan peters i wish you a very killing you killing you killing you killing you

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Just to Learn That You Never Cared

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Synopsis: always leaving class together to go fight crime leads people to think you’re dating when in reality you’re barely even friends. That is, until you agree to fake a relationship to keep your secret life a secret

requested/idea by @usoppsstar

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“Oh, hey. Your girlfriend left this in class.” One of Peter’s classmates said as he tossed Peter a hoodie.

“Oh. Thanks.” Peter said before realizing what the person had said. He turned the hoodie over in his hands and recognized it as yours. His face warmed up in a blush when he realized you had just been mistaken for his girlfriend. He shoved the hoodie into his bag and wondered if he should tell you or not.

Peter saw you later that night on a rooftop you frequented often. You were in your suit, as was he, but had your mask sitting beside you. You were munching on a bag of chips and wordlessly extended them to him when he landed on the rooftop beside you. He smiled graciously and took a few before sitting down next to you. Your knees were touching but neither of you moved away.

“You left this in physics, dingus.” Peter said and handed you your hoodie.

“Oh, thanks. We had to run out of there so fast to save that lady. I must’ve left it behind.” You smiled gratefully and pulled it over your head. Peter felt bad that his high tech suit had built in heaters and your homemade suit was probably leaving you freezing every night. He wanted to suggest sharing his warmth, but he didn’t want to overstep.

“I know. Thank God she called the police on those kids for selling lemonade without a permit. I’m really glad we left a test to go witness that heinous crime.”

“It’s not all bad. We did get to see the cops arrest her for wasting their time by making a fake police report, which is always satisfying. And the kids gave us free lemonade. But I think calling it “homemade” was bullshit. I know Minute Maid when I taste it.” You replied, making Peter chuckle.

“You’re right. Both those things were enjoyable.” Peter agreed. “But I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I feel like we have to leave class every other day.”

“I know. Why did we have to pick a college in such a Karen ridden neighborhood?” You sighed.

“Because we wanted to go to the good school with the good science program. We should’ve known the neighborhood would be full of bored housewives who call the police whenever they have a minor complaint. It was our own hubris.”

“It was.” You chuckled and said looked over at him. You exchanged soft smiles before you looked over at the city horizon. Peters eyes never left you and he cleared his throat to get your attention.

“So, uh, my aunt and I were gonna get Chinese food later. At the place that got shut down for being a front for money laundering but that was really just a front for a second Chinese food chain.”

“Oh, I love that place.”

“Yeah. It’s great.” He nodded. “Anyways, you should totally come-“

Peter was cut off by the police radio he wired to his phone going off. He rolled his eyes and checked what the alert was.

“Damn it. Robbery at the bakery on 9th.” He told you.

“Lowkey, I’d do the same. Their cream puffs made me cream.” You said as you put your mask back on.

“Haha, yeah.” Peter chuckled. “Wait, what?”

“You should get some sleep. I’ll handle the robbery. But I’ll catch you tomorrow, Parker. Get home safe.” You saluted him before falling backwards off the building.

“I love you too.” Peter sighed.

“Did you say something?” You asked and popped back up.

“No.” Peter quickly lied.

“Okay. Well, see you tomorrow.” You waved to him and disappeared again. Peter let out another sigh before swinging home.

The next day, you ran after one of your classmates once class was let out.

“Hey, Carly. I emailed you my notes from the class you missed.” You told her.

“Thank you so much. You’re a life saver.” She replied. “Oh, and could you tell your boyfriend that band practice is in the gym today?”

“Yeah, sure. No problem.” You agreed. She was about to walk away when you realized what she had said.

“Wait, what am I saying?” You wondered. “Who’s my boyfriend?”

“You know. That guy with the prescription shoes.” Carly answered. You tilted your head in confusion until you realized you knew exactly who she was talking about.

“Wait, Peter?” You laughed in surprise. You expected her to laugh too and reveal she was just kidding but she looked completely serious.

“Oh, right. Peter. Why do I always think his name is Timmy?” Carly wondered.

“Because he looks like a Timmy. He gets it all the time.” You waved your hand. “And his shoes are not prescription. He just bought women’s platform shoes because he wanted to be taller and didn’t think anyone could tell.”

“We can.” Carly mumbled.

“I know.” You agreed. “But, I’m getting off topic. Timmy is not my boyfriend. I mean, Peter is not my boyfriend.”

“Whatever label you guys use, can you tell him that wind ensemble is meeting in the gym instead of the choir room? The sopranos kicked us out again to practice or do drugs or something.” Carly explained. You furrowed your eyebrows at her and tried to figure out if she was joking or not.

“The label? I’m so lost. Who told you that Peter’s my boyfriend?”

“Nobody told me.” She shrugged. “Everyone just knows that you guys are a couple.”

“Well how would they know something that isn’t true?” You asked and folded your arms.

“I mean, it’s not like you guys try to keep it a secret. Between all the whispering and staying close by each other. Plus you’re always sneaking out of class together or showing up late. And if one of you is absent, the other always is too. It’s been like that since high school. People just put two and two together I guess. Why, did you want to to be secret?”

“I didn’t want it to be anything. We’re not even dating.” You insisted and felt like you were going crazy.

“You don’t have to deny it.” Carly laughed. “I know feelings are weird and gross and stuff and you’ve never been the relationship type, but I think this guy is good for you. He brings something out in you. I don’t know. But you guys are cute. I love seeing the nice loser and assertive pretty girl troupe in real life.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.” You calmed down momentarily and smiled a little. Carly walked away and your smile quickly faded when you remembered what she had said. You looked around the hallway and saw another student holding an instrument.

“Hey. Band nerd.” You called out to him.

“Me?” He asked and pointed to himself.

“Yes, you. You had to let go of your saxophone case to point to yourself. Have you seen my boyfriend today?” You asked him.

“Peter? I haven’t seen him since yesterday in-“

“That sentence better not end with “wind ensemble” or I’m gonna lose it.”

“It was wind ensemble.” He said quickly.

“I’m leaving.” You shook your head and walked away from him. You pulled out your phone and went straight to your schools “campus sweethearts” page on instagram. Sure enough, there was a picture of you and Peter sitting next to each other right at the top of the page. You had your head thrown back laughing at something he was saying and he was looking at you fondly. You let out a shocked gasp and before walking out into the courtyard to look for Peter. You spotted him on a bench and smiled.

“Yes. Thank you, small campus”. You pumped your fist and went to sit next to him.

“Oh, hi. I was just thinking about you-“

“Someone is spreading a horrible rumor about you.” You cut him off.

“Oh no.” Peter frowned. “What is it? Is it bad?”

“Horrible.” You shook your head. “Peter, they’re saying you’re in wind ensemble.”

“Oh, I am.” Peter shrugged.

“Huh?”

“I play the clarinet . See. Clarinet.” Peter said and lifted up his little black clarinet case.

“Huh?” You said louder.

“I used to play in high school, pre-bite but post 9/11. I saw a flyer for orchestra on campus so I joined.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” You practically shouted. Peter knew you weren’t happy but felt strangely honored that you were so upset over him not telling you something about her personal life.

“Because I know how you feel about band nerds.” He replied. “And you and I don’t really talk about non-work related things. I didn’t think you’d care.”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I care.” You insisted. “My rumored boyfriend has been in wind ensemble this whole time and I didn’t even know?”

“Wait, rumored boyfriend? Who, me?” Peter asked in surprised.

“So you didn’t know about this either?”

“No. I mean, someone did refer to you as my girlfriend the other day but I thought it was just an accident. People think you and me are dating?” Peter asked and tried not to look as pleased as he felt.

“Apparently. I’ve had multiple people refer to you as my boyfriend today. And look. We’re on the campus couples Instagram page.” You said and held up your phone.

“Ew. We have one of those?” Peter grimaced and took your phone to see the picture better.

“Yeah. I honestly think the principle runs it.” You replied. Peter was quiet as he stared at the picture for a while.

“What?” You wondered.

“Nothing. This just a cute picture of us. And I think the only picture of us.” He said with a shy smile. You frowned and looked at the picture again before realizing he was right.

“Carly said people think we’re dating since we’re always sneaking off together.” You told him. Peter thought out this for a minute and then made another connection.

“Ohhhh.” He said and nodded his head.

“What?”

“This explains why the boys congratulated me on the bus back to New York after the Washington monument trip for losing my virginity at a historic landmark.”

“You lost your virginity on that trip? To who?” You whispered harshly and felt jealousy burning through your veins.

“You, apparently.” He laughed. “You and I disappeared to get the glowy alien egg bomb thing back and I guess everyone assumed we were off desecrating a national monument.”

“Oh my God. That was like 3 years ago.” You realized. “People have thought we were dating this whole time? We need to put a stop to this.”

“Yeah. You’re right. Or…” Peter trailed off and gave you a look.

“Or?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Or, we lean into it.” He suggested. “We let people think it. We encourage it, even.”

“Why would we do that?”

“People have been suspicious about where we go and what we’re doing since high school. We can only fake so many illnesses and I ran out of grandparents to lie about the death of by junior year. So if people already made up a reason, maybe we should let them think that. We don’t have to go out of our way to confirm it but we can keep the assumption going to keep them from finding out what we’re really doing.”

“So you think we should let people think we’re dating so they stop wondering about what we’re always off doing?”

“That’s exactly what I just said, yes.” Peter nodded.

“Hey. Be nicer to your fake girlfriend.” You said and smacked his arm.

“I’m sorry. I will.” Peter blushed and rubbed his arm. You felt bad for hitting him and wrapped both arms around him to rub them up and down. He smiled softly at you and you sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

“You play the clarinet?” You asked after a minute.

“Squidward made it look so cool.” Peter shrugged.

“Did he?” You asked, making Peter laugh.

“No.” He admitted.

The next day, you and Peter walked to school together with the understanding that from then on out, you were going to play the part of a happy couple. You weren’t going to go around announcing it to everyone or anything. You just needed to convince the few that didn’t already believe the rumor and confirm things for the ones who did believe it.

“You ready for this?” You asked Peter as you stepped into campus.

“I think so. Maybe we should hold hands or something. You know, since people think we’re dating.” Peter suggested and tried to make it sound like it didn’t matter to him.

“I guess so.” You shrugged and held out your hand. Peter eagerly took your hand and took note of the way it fit in his like it was made for him.

“This is weird.” You whispered to him, popping his bubble.

“Why? Are my hands sweaty?” He panicked.

“No. Just really, really hot.” You told him. “It’s just weird that nobody seems to care that we’re holding hands right now.”

“I mean, we are just two random people with almost no social presence.”

“That’s true. I guess I just thought people would care more.” You admitted as you looked around the campus. No one was phased by you and Peter, but he was too busy enjoying the moment to realize it.

“Are you disappointed?” He asked you.

“Yeah. I wore my best bra because I thought I’d be getting more attention today.” You frowned and adjusted the strap of your bra.

“It’s okay. I’ll take one for the team and stare at your boobs.” Peter assured you.

“Aw. Thank you.” You gushed and gave his hand a squeeze.

You got to your physics class and sat together at your usual lab table. Peter looked around the classroom while you carried on as usual.

“Maybe I should put my arm around you. You know, to really convince people.” Peter suggested with a shy blush on his face.

“Is that really something people do?” You genuinely wondered. “I feel like I never see couples with their arms around each other.”

“Actually, I don’t think I have either. But let’s try it anyway.” He said and wrapped an arm around you. You scooted closer to him so that you could comfortably lean into him. You quickly realized you didn’t hate it and let out a content sigh.

“Hm.” Peter made a little noise at the back of his throat.

“What?” You asked him.

“Our height difference makes this hurt my shoulder.” He leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Then move your arm.” You whispered back.

“I can’t. I just wrapped it around you. It’ll look weird if I immediately take it off.” Peter said as he covered behind him to see who was looking.

“Or, consider this. Nobody in this entire city, and dare I say world, cares where your arm is right now.” You whispered harshly.

“Fine. I’ll remove it. But I have to give a reason.” He told you before loudly clearing his throat.

“Ah. Sorry, babe. I can’t cuddle you right now. My arm is sore from band practice.” Peter said loud enough for everyone in the classroom to hear him. You hung your head in shame and heard people murmuring about his strange comment.

“Oh God.” Peter gulped. “People are looking. They’re gonna know something is up. I have to put it back.”

He went to put his arm back around you but you stopped him before he could draw any more attention to the two of you.

“Just do this.” You whispered to him and pulled his stool closer to you and turned towards him a little. Your knees and were touching and you were now facing each other.

“That’s it? No one can even see this.” Peter said in disappointment. He thought being your fake boyfriend would bring you guys closer but you were sitting the way you always sat in class.

“It’s not about what people can see. It’s about proximity.” You explained. “We’re sitting closer together than anyone else is without being egregious about it. It’s a simple touch. If we’ve been together as long as people think we have, we don’t need to be wrapped around each other all the time. A simple touch to let the other know we’re there is all we need.”

Peter was silent as he stared at you following your explanation. He stared for so long that you felt yourself blush under the eye contact.

“What?” You asked him.

“I like the way you explain things.” Peter said simply. You quickly looked down so he wouldn’t see the effect that comment had on you and took a moment to collect yourself.

“It’s just something I thought of.” You shrugged.

“I know. But I never would have thought of that. Especially not as naturally as it did for you. You’re so quick.”

“Thank you.” You laughed shyly and found yourself unable to look away from him. Peter opened his mouth to say something to keep the momentum rolling but his phone interrupted him.

“Shoot. Sus-tivity on the b bridge.” He whispered.

“What the hell does that mean?” You asked at full volume.

“It means there’s suspicious activity on the Brooklyn bridge.” He rolled his eyes. “We have to act fast so I didn’t have time to say the whole thing.”

“But you just said the whole thing. And the abridged version. So it took twice as long.”

“Shh.” He waved his hand. “We gotta go.”

You reluctantly collected your things and took Peter’s hand to pull him out of his seat. Peter followed you out the classroom but the teacher cleared her throat when you walked by.

“And where are you two going?” She asked. You and Peter exchanged looks as the class snickered and murmured their theories about what exactly you were heading off to do.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Pepper. My girlfriend and I have to leave class unexpectedly. Please excuse us. It’s urgent.” Peter’s said politely.

“I bet it’s urgent, Parker.” A boy snickered, making serval classmates laugh.

“Gross.” You wrinkled your noses and looked at the boys in disdain.

“Fine.” The teacher sighed. “The only reason I don’t write you two up for skipping so often is because you somehow have the best grades in the class. Go on. Just get the homework done.”

“We will.” You assured her before leaving the room with Peter. Peter noticed that you didn’t drop his hand even when you were alone in the hallway.

“Hey, you know that teachers name is Dr. Zhang and not Dr. Pepper, right?” You asked him.

“Oh my God.” Peter gasped. “Is it really? I’ve emailed her so many times and said “Dear Dr. Pepper”. We have to drop out.”

You laughed and held his hand the rest of the way out of the building.

That night, Peter laid in his bed with his phone held close to his face. He had been trying to figure out what to text you to let you know he had been thinking of you.

“I had fun fighting crime with you today” He wrote out. He read it over before scrunching his nose.

“No. Too cringe. She is not gonna fall in love with someone that says “fighting crime”. I’m not Paw Patrol.” He said like it was obvious. He deleted his text and thought of another one.

“I had a good time today, we make a good team” He wrote out instead. He read it a few times until he found issue with it.

“Oh, you had a good time stopping those break dancers that were obstructing that Sbarro? That’ll catch her attention.” Peter said sarcastically and deleted the text.

“have a goodnight :)” He typed out and then shook his head.

“No. Wayyyy too horny.” He sighed and deleted it again.

“night” He wrote out and read it a few times.

“This is good. I can work with this.” He nodded. He was about to workshop it when a text from you popped up.

“pick a color” It said. Peters heart skipped a beat at the vague message and replied with the first color that popped into his head.

“blue”

“thank u” You wrote back within seconds. Peters heart stopped pounded and the disappointment that the conversation was over settled in. After all these years of fighting crime together, you two never really managed to make it past the coworkers stage. He was desperate for more but never knew how to get there.

“no homo but I had fun fighting crime with you today” You suddenly texted again. A smile tugged at Peter’s lips and he touched his as if it were your face.

“ok paw patrol” He wrote back. Back in your room, you were laughing at his text and trying to think of a witty reply.

“ur mad bc you know I’m the chase 🐶” You texted him.

“if ur the Chase then who am I?”

“plssss ur such a marshall” You wrote back.

“but that’s the third most important dog :(“ Peter replied.

“well yes but he’s cute and wears red so the little paw patrol shoe fits” You answered. A blush painted Peters cheeks over you calling him cute but he didn’t want to read too much into it.

“Im wearing red right now😳” He texted back.

“oh I bet you are” You answered, making him laugh. He kept the conversation going for about an hour before duty called once again. Peter groaned and put his suit on before swinging to the scene of the crime. He met you there and stopped the crime before stopping on a nearby rooftop to rest.

“These burglars aren’t very considerate of our sleep schedules. Who robs a Jersey Mikes after midnight? Or, like, ever?” Peter huffed as he tugged his mask off.

“I know. They’re always at inconvenient times. I was in the middle of painting my nails.”

“Can I see?” He asked in a soft voice. You pulled your gloves off and held out your hand for him to see.

“Look. Blue. But I only got half way through before Mike’s was targeted.”

“It’s okay. They still look pretty.” Peter complimented you with a soft smile.

“Thanks. You picked a good color.” You replied.

“What do you mean?” He frowned.

“I told you to pick a color. This is why.” You explained and held out your hand again. His eyes lit up at this new information and he took your hand to see your nails closer.

“You let me chose your nail color?” He smiled fondly.

“Well I didn’t know what to chose so I thought I’d ask the audience.” You shrugged and felt shy all of the sudden.

“Oh. And I’m the target audience, huh?” Peter smirked and turned towards you.

“I never said target.” You teased him and shoved him shoulder.

“I must be hearing things, then.” He shrugged as you both smiled.

“Yeah. Must be.” You said in a soft voice as you stared into his eyes. Peter gulped before making a bold move and taking your hand again under the guise of looking at your nails.

“Look at you. You even got my favorite shade.” He noted.

“You like “Eating For Blue”?” You pretended to gasp.

“Is that really the name of the color?” He laughed.

“Uh huh. It was apart of Essie’s baby fever collection. I almost chose “All In Blue Time” but that’s one tends to get little air bubbles and they give me agida. And I used to have “A Dream Come Blue” but it rolled under the sink so it belongs to the dust bunnies now.” You shrugged as you checked out your nails.

“Wow. This is all new information to me. So, are all nail polish colors named after puns and wordplay?” He asked as he stared into your eyes. He didn’t really care, but he was finally getting somewhere with you and didn’t want it to end.

“In my experience, yes. Not always color related wordplay but always something that makes you go yeah, I guess this shade of beige is what the word “ladylike” would be as a color.”

“This is blowing my mind right now.” Peter chuckled.

“You mean blue-ing your mind.” You corrected and tapped the side of your head.

“I think you inhaled too many of those fumes. Because that was not funny.” Peter said through a laugh.

“What?” You pretended to be offended. “You’re literally laughing right now. I’m so funny.”

“You are.” Peter admitted when his laughter died down. You stared into eyes for a minute before smiling.

“Is that what you rumored saw in me?” You asked him.

“Probably.” He chuckled. “I also heard a rumor that I think you’re really pretty. Like, the prettiest girl I was ever rumored to have allegedly seen.”

“Now you’re the one who’s looney from the fumes because that’s a straight up lie. I know you’ve seen prettier girls because I was standing right next to you when Anne Hathaway left that diner.” You said without making eye contact with him. Things were moving a little too fast and you needed it hit the brakes for a second.

“Oh, yeah. You’re right.” Peter forced a laugh and awkwardly looked over at the cityscape when he realized you were politely telling him to pull back.

“But I appreciate it.” You said after a beat of silence.

“Of course. Sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking saying that.” He laughed nervously. “I was just getting caught up in the fake dating. We’ve been doing it for so long that it felt real.”

“We only started this morning.” You reminded him.

“Right. Well, it’s late. I’m gonna go home.” He said quickly and stood up. He had just blown that and needed to leave as quickly as possible.

“Okay. Goodnight. See you at school.” You called after him. Peter swung home with tears in his eyes and went straight to bed, missing your text about having fun fighting another crime.

The next day at school, Peter decided to start over and push last night from his mind. He played the part of your boyfriend to the best of his abilities and opened every door, pulled out every seat, and carried ever book for you all day long. Then he did it the next day, and the day after that. He kept his mouth shut about his feelings day in and day out no matter how painful it was getting. You and Peter had finally moved past the coworker stage and become real friends so he didn’t want to sabotage it all by telling you that he spent his days wishing for more.

“What are your plans tonight?” You asked him one day as you walked out of class together.

“My aunt is going out with her friends so I was probably gonna watch a movie on my couch. But on my laptop with my earbuds in. Likely in my boxers. Likely with an entire package of Twizzlers. Why?”

“Well I was gonna suggest that we hang out but you sound booked.”

“Really? You want to hang out?” Peter asked with much more enthusiasm than he intended.

“If you want. I’m not doing anything as exciting as boxers and Twizzlers.”

“I would love to. I’ll put on pants for you. I promise.”

“Sounds good.” You laughed. “Text me your address, okay?”

“Sure. Or you could walk with me now. Unless you’re tired of me and need a break before we hang out.” Peter suggested as you left campus together.

“It’s funny you say that. I was just telling my mom the other day that I never get tired of you.” You said casually.

“You..you don’t?” Peter’s face heated up as he followed you down the sidewalk.

“I don’t. I usually need a break from other people if we’ve been together awhile but it’s different with you. It doesn’t feel like I’m using my social battery if that makes sense.“

“It makes sense.” He smiled shyly as your hands bumped against each others. He was about to make a bold move and take your hand despite no one being around but you suddenly moved it to hit the crosswalk button.

Back at Peter’s apartment, he awkwardly gave you a tour and wished he had picked up his clothes before leaving the house that morning. You didn’t seem to mind the socks and boxers strewn across his room because you were too focused on all the little things he kept on his shelves. You picked up a picture frame of your freshman year high school class that had you and Peter seated right next to each other. Your friendship had only just begun so you often forgot how long you knew him for.

“So this is your room.” You smiled and put the picture back.

“Yup. This is where the magic happens.” Peter said and immediately cringed at himself.

“Oh really?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. This is where I practice magic. Wanna see?” He asked and picked up a deck of cards. You laughed and went over to take one.

“Is your card the ace of spades?” He asked.

“Queen of hearts.” You snorted and turned the card around.

“You’re the queen of my heart.” He whispered.

“Did you say something?” You asked as you looked at all his Legos.

“I asked what you wanted to do tonight.” He lied.

“I don’t know. We have the place to ourselves. We could do something rated R.” You said with a coy smile.

“Like what?” Peter gulped.

“Watch an R rated movie, you perv. Your aunt isn’t here to stop you.”

“You remember me telling you that I’m not allowed to watch R rated movies in the living room anymore?” Peter blushed at you remembering something he had randomly told you long ago.

“Are you referring to the time you watched Tusk at full volume while she had her friends from work over for the first time? How could I forget?”

“In my defense, I didn’t know what the movie was about. And I didn’t think her friends were gonna come into the living room and see that guy getting turned into a walrus.”

“Yeah, the title and cover art gave no indication that the movie would end that way. But that’s not a bad idea actually. Let’s watch something scary.”

“Okay.” Peter agreed and followed you out into the living room. He turned off the lights and got some snacks while you picked a movie. He hated scary movies but he was not about to tell you that. Instead, he sat on the couch beside you as a respectful distance and handed you a bag of chips. As the movie went on, you got closer and closer to each other. Peter had never really seen you scared before but you were practically in his lap just 40 minutes into the movie. You reached into the bag of chips at the same time as Peter and your fingers touched. You both froze and looked at each other as your faces heated up.

“Shit. I’m not wearing a condom.” Peter sighed, making you yank your hand out and laugh.

“You’re stupid.” You laughed and turned back to the movie just as a jump-scare happened. You screamed and jumped closer to Peter.

“This is so scary. Why did I pick this movie?” You asked as you drew your knees up and leaned into his side.

“Yeah, same.” He replied, not even listening. He couldn’t hear anything over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. You were cuddled into his side with your head on his shoulder and knees in his lap with a blanket drawn up to your nose. He knew you were only cuddling him because you were scared but it didn’t even matter at that point. The movie went quiet for a minute and then made a loud sound, sending you to burry your face into Peter’s neck.

“Tell me when it’s safe to come out.” You whispered into his ear. Peter gulped and wrapped an arm around you to fully protect you from the movie.

“I will.” He said in a soft voice. You peaked your head out a few minutes later but stayed nestled into Peter’s side. You realized his arm was around you and smiled a little.

“Oh, this isn’t so bad.” You shrugged as the main character got eaten alive.

“I don’t understand you.” Peter chuckled and looked down at you. You laughed as well as you looked into his eyes. He was about to say something when another sharp sound from the movie caused you to jump.

“Hold my hand.” You blurted and grabbed his hand. Peter happily accepted and clasped your hand before holding it under his chin. You stayed in that position for a long time and watched the movie. You were both so focused on the screen that you didn’t hear May opening the front door and coming in.

“Hey. I’m home.” She said, making you both scream.

“Oh, hi May.” Peter greeted while he realized it was just her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker. I’m-“

“I know.” She smirked. “I’ll just be in my room. But, Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“No going in your room with the door closed, okay? I’m home. And we have thin walls. Just keep that in mind.” She said, making Peter turn bright red.

“Got it, May.” He mumbled. She winked at you and disappeared into her bedroom.

“You told your aunt we were dating?” You whispered to Peter in confusion.

“No.” Peter answered honestly. “I guess she just assumed we were.”

“Wow. She’s just like the kids at school.” You shook your head. “I don’t get it. Why does everyone think we’re dating?”

“I mean…” Peter trailed off and looked down at your clasped hands. You hadn’t realized you were still cuddling and quickly jumped off of him. Peters heart sank and the longer he sat in the absence of your body heat, the more upset he felt.

“You just jumped off of me like I was sharp.” He said without looking at you.

“I didn’t want your aunt to see us cuddling and think-“

“And think what?” He snapped, cutting you off. You gutted your head back in surprise and let out a nervous laugh.

“Woah. What’s going on with you? She already knows about your secret life. We don’t have any reason to pretend we’re dating in front of her.”

Peter stared at you for a long time as the word “pretend” cut into him like a knife. Every time he thought you were going somewhere, he was reminded that it didn’t actually mean anything to you.

“Yeah. You’re right.” He mumbled and looked at the movie again. You kept your eyes on him and felt guilty. You had so much to say to him but you felt unable to speak.

“Peter-“

“I don’t think we should pretend to date anymore.” He blurted, cutting you off once again. Your eyebrows went up in surprise and you got a sick feeling in your tummy that you had just ruined something really important.

“What? Why not?”

“It’s stupid. No one even cares anymore.” He shrugged. “We don’t have to fake a breakup or anything but I don’t want to hold hands or play along anymore. I’m done.”

“What changed?” You asked in a soft voice. He was still looking at the movie while you were fully turned to face him.

“Nothing changed. That’s the problem.” He said and angrily got off the couch. You quickly caught his hand and he stopped. He looked down at the ground and let out a sigh. He knew it wasn’t fair to be mad at you if he hadn’t told you what was wrong. He slowly turned around and looked at you.

“Five years ago, you showed up to the same robbery at an all night CVS that I was at and I realized we knew each other from AP Spanish class because I had asked you earlier that day how to conjugate “poner” and you said “pusiste” and I laughed because I thought you were joking but you weren’t and then that night you heard me tell the burglar that he better“pusiste” the money back into the register.“ Peter began.

“Okay. Wow. That was a really long sentence.” You laughed softly. “But I remember that. I laughed and told you that you better remember that for the test.”

“You did. That’s how I knew it was you.” He smiled at the memory. “I failed that test, by the way. I still can’t conjugate “poner.” And I still think it means “boner” even though I know it’s a verb. But anyway, that night, I couldn’t sleep because I was so excited to have met you. Even though we technically already knew each other, that night put us in each others radars. I could not believe that I had met my match. You’re into science like me and sarcastic like me and you understand this side of my life because you have the same side. But despite running into each other on patrol almost nightly and seeing each other around school, I barely got you to notice me. I don’t think you even knew my name until we ended up going the same college. You called me “Timmy” all throughout high school.”

“You seriously look like one. It’s uncanny. I don’t know what it is.”

“I thought things would change when I found out we were going to the same college. The campus is so small I figured there’s no way we wouldn’t become friends. But even then, we hardly ever talked and when we did it was always about work. I didn’t even know where you lived until last semester.”

“I remember that too. The first night we really bonded was when you fell off that roof because you were trying to show me how to do a backflip.”

“Yeah, I’ve never been able to do a backflip.” He admitted. “I only said I could because you said you always wanted to learn how to do one and I assumed given my abilities I’d be able to do one if I just followed my body. But I busted my ass and you were kind enough to sneak me through your window and patch me up with some Scooby Doo bandaids.”

“It was all I had.” You shrugged.

“And you gave it to me anyway. Because you’re kind and compassionate and I’m just…I’m crazy about you.” Peter finally admitted. “I was so excited when we started hanging out more this semester but it always ended up crushing me when I remembered that we just doing it to keep people from finding out the truth. I really, really love our friendship and if I’m ruining it all by saying all this then at least I can die with it off my chest.”

“Wait, now I’m confused. Are you dying?”

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “It feels like I am every time you and I start to get close and then I remember this is all pretend for you.”

“So it’s not pretend for you?” You asked quietly. Peter stared into your heads for a minute and then shook his head.

“No. I was never pretending. I like you.” He told you. Your facial expression didn’t change as you stared back at him. Peter was really starting to panic until a smile tugged at your lips.

“Sit back down.” You told him.

“I’m sat.” He said and rushed it sit down. You nestled back into his side and laid your head down on his shoulder. Peter smiled and rested his head on top of yours, finally pleased with the way a conversation with you went. You both turned your attention back to the movie just in time for it to end.

“Hm.” You huffed. “That was supposed to be us symbolically finishing the movie as a real couple but it appears we’ve already arrived at the credits. Now what?”

“We could watch Tusk.” Peter suggested at the same time you said “We could make out.”

“I never actually saw Tusk but I always wanted to.” You gasped and hit his arm with excitement.

“Or we could do your thing.” Peter forced a laugh and tried not to sound as desperate as he felt.

“Let me see if I can find it.” You said as you scrolled through the streaming services on his TV.

“Or we could do your thing.”

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[ravenslvt]

Hi! I saw that you're taking requests, so is it okay if I ask for a spoiled city girl! Reader x country boy! Leon?

Reader's father sent reader to spend the rest of the year at her grandparents because he's had enough tolerating her. Eversince she arrived, yeah, the whole town hated her alright. Her grandparents made her do errands and shit and she'd complain and do it lazily.

Leon on the other hand- who's been hearing rumors about this girl, didn't think that she was that bad until he encountered her himself. And hell, she was way worse that bad.

Possible virgin, kinda innocent (only when it comes to ykyk) reader and brat tamer Leon?

Ignore if you're not comfortable with the idea.

🎀 cowboy!leon s kennedy x f!innocent reader 🎀

cw: smut, implied virgin reader, brat taming, sort of hate sex, p in v, oral m! recieving, v fingering, degrating, edging, light spanking

of course there was no cell service in this shithole. you groaned, falling back onto the white sheets of the squeaky bed of the guest bedroom in your grandparents house.

you had taken a gap year off of college, wanting a break and hoping to ‘find yourself’, but you just got unmotivated. your father asked you for months to find a job in the city, but you’d talk your way out of it everytime. of course, enough was enough and when the time came, he had talked to his own parents and decided to send you over to a small little farm town where they retired to, hoping to shape you up a bit. they owned a quaint farm with chickens, sheep, pigs, all a cute little older couple could ask for.

but it was your own personal hell. having to feed, clean, and even pick up after the smelly animals. at least some of them were cute. no technology to ease your mind. it didn’t help your grandparents made you drive their shitty little red truck into town once a week to get supplies, since you were so ‘nimble’ compared to them. to say the least, the whole town was not fond of a bratty city girl storming irritatingly around. refusing to do work, and even when you did, you just half assed it to get it over with.

the local townies and shop workers alike always stared when you’d walk through town with your cute little purse and skirt that rode up your thighs. it was a hot town, what else were you supposed to wear? older women having to slap their husbands when they oogled for too long at the young woman walking into the supply store. that was until you’d start an argument with another customer. they’d either be judging you or too scared to say a word. sometimes both.

in one instance, there was only one stack of bird feed left, and you’d be damned if you weren’t gonna be the one taking it back to the farm. that was until a prudish older lady grabbed it at the same time as you. your eyes met, challenging each-other. she put on a fake smile. “oh sorry sweetie! need this food for my little chickies at home.” her high pitched voice irritated your head. “oh that’s unfortunate, i need it for the same reason. so if you could take your wrinkley little fingers off of it that would be great.” you yanked it from her hands before she gasped.

“what a disrespectful young lady…” she mumbled, turning around to the door of the door, looking down at her hands as she left. you mumbled a quick curse at her before walking up to the register to pay. the store clerk looked a little nervous, so he rang you up in silence in fear of you lashing out at him.

this was just one of the many incidents since you got sent here.

at least you’d found new hobbies. you started going to the small library whenever you were sent into town. there wasn’t many choices, but that along with a few of your grandma’s books from her collection, you were somewhat less bored. that and you took up sketching. sure this place was boring as fuck, but you couldn’t deny that the scenery was pretty beautiful.

it’s been almost a month since you’ve been here. you silently lounged in the room you’d been staying in, reading some god awful romance novel. you heard your grandma call your name from downstairs. you sigh before getting up. “what?” you yell back, annoyed you got interrupted reading your newly picked up book. she didn’t respond, another tindge of annoyance reaching your skull.

as you walk down the creaky wooden steps, noticing the front door open to find the older woman on the front porch. you heard a deep voice chuckling from outside. walking out, you were greeted with a handsome young man. he only looked two or three years older than you, but he was tall and had a good frame. seems like doing work on a farm for years really builds up muscle. the wrinkled woman calls your name, snapping you out of your trance.

“um, what can i help you with?” you reply, crossing your arms over your chest. the man gives you a smile before holding out his hand for you to shake, lowering his dark grey hat to reveal some of his dirty blonde hair underneath. “i’ve heard a lot about you miss, names leon.” his large hand extends towards you. you just eye it and roll your eyes. “hi? can i go now, nana?” you plead to the woman. she just sighs and puts a hand on your shoulder. “pop and i gotta go into town for a couple days for this chicken auction he’s been wantin’ to go to. our friendly neighbor here offered to help show you around the farm a bit. teach you a few things” she eyes you sternly.

“teach me things? i’m not twelve. i can handle myself” you retort, glaring at the tall man. he just chuckles. he had heard from around town you were feisty, but it was even better to see in person. he rests his hands firmly on his hips.

“promise i won’t get in your way, darlin’. we’re doin’ some renovations on my own house a few miles down the road. your kind grandmother here offered to let me stay in the guest house while they’re gone.” he smiles assuringly. you were annoyed. you had already spent the last thirty seconds planning on sunbathing or sitting in your room, free of any work on the farm.

“i just don’t think this is very necessary. surely you can afford a hotel?” you retort back. your grandma gives you a light smack on the back of your head. “sorry ‘bout her. not from here” she smiles kindly at the young man. you just pout. “yeah, thank god” you mumble, causing you to get another light smack.

“oh it’s no trouble at all. got myself a little cousin back home that’s a bit of a brat too.” he comments, his eyes never leaving yours. your face flushes. “excuse me? a brat? fuck off dude-“ you start. “language!” she scolds you. you mumble a small apology to her while still glaring daggers at leon.

leon just stands there, entertained by your little outbursts. he could tell you really did not enjoy being here, but he was ready to fix that. his gaze shifts down to your attire, you clearly didn't pack for working on a farm. always in cute little outfits that you'd always wear back in the city.

your grandma changed the subject, asking leon a few questions about his family and his own farm. you were lost in your own thoughts. at least you'd be stuck with a hot farmer instead of some old creep. maybe you could just fake flirt with him to get him to do all your chores for you. that should work, right?

after a few treacherous minutes of standing on the badly painted white porch, you said your goodbyes. leon gives your grandmother another respectful handshake and he just tips his hat at you while you just stare, giving a tiny wave before storming back inside.

about two days later you said your goodbyes to your grandparents, they gave you some hugs and kept repeating the list of chores they'd tasked you with. feed the chickens, take out the eggs, you really just blocked out their words from entering your head. you just smiled and nodded, waving at them as they drove off the property.

you gave a sigh of relief, leon wouldn't be here for another few hours so you thought you'd have some 'me' time. taking a long hot bath (your grandparents always got mad when you used up too much hot water), reading your romance novel while relaxing in the warm water. your cheeks flushed at a certain scene in the book. you didn't expect the library to carry a literal smut book. the main male character in the novel was going down on the pretty girl, the writing made your stomach churn in arousal. you'd never read anything so... descriptive before.

right before you could turn to the next page when things were getting more hot and heavy, there was a heavy knock on the door. you jerk up from your laying down position in the bath and sigh, leon was early. you lay your book upside down so you wouldn't loose your place, wrapping a small towel around your figure before fully stepping out, draining the bath. another knock and a familiar voice calling your name. "you home?" he calls. "yeah, hold on!" you scurry around, cursing yourself for not laying out clothes beforehand.

you carefully step downstairs and opening the front door, peeking out. leon had a duffel bag with him with his things in it. "um, yeah?" you say, trying to hide your toweled figure behind the door. he smiles. "just need the key to the guest house, darlin." oh right. you nod, grabbing the key hanging near the door and hand it to him, your fingers brushing slightly, making your cheeks heat up. before he could open his mouth to speak, you shut the door on him unremorsefully. "thanks." he chuckles out, turning to make the walk to the guest house about a hundred feet away from the main house. and of course you were the one who had to clean it up before he got here.

after putting on your favorite outfit and boots, you make your way back downstairs for some water. sipping from the clear glass cup, you notice leon outside the window. he was already getting familiar with the animals. he looked good in his light blue button up shirt, it really brought out his eyes. the way he had rolled up his sleeves so his veiny arms were on display. he was squatted down next to the new baby sheep and was petting her. you pouted, she didn’t even let you pet her. you sigh, placing your glass down before making your way outside.

leon’s head perks up as he notices you walking twords him. he gives you a charming smile, standing up from the baby sheep. you speak first. “she lets you pet her? everytime i come near she yells at me.” you cross your arms at the man. he looks back down at the small animal who gave you an angry look, running off somewhere. “you gotta' know how to approach em’. plus they sense your vibes” he adds, his eyes back on you.

“my vibes, huh? what’s that supposed to mean, mister?” your eyes squint at him, a hint of irritation in your eye. he doesn’t feed into your attitude. “leon” he corrects you.

“leon” you repeat. the way his name sounded rolling off your tounge made his lips quirk up in a small smile.

“now-“ he starts, grabbing a nearby bag and handing it to you. “- better start on those chores, hmm?”. you glare at him, scoffing. “you’re joking.” you retort. he just shakes his head.

“i’m here for a reason, darlin’. best get to work so you can get it over with faster.” he shoves the bag in your arms and you give him your best puppy dog eyes. “c’mon leon. you’re so big and strong, i’m sure you’d get it done a lot faster than me.” you bat your eyelashes at him. he seemed gullible enough to seduce. he just chuckles. “nice try, you’re cute” he says, walking off to leave you to your chores. you groan. “fine…” you mumble, walking off to to collect the chicken eggs.

over an hour later, you lie in the green patch of grass, playing with your nails. pouting that cleaning the coop made you chip one. you’d finished majority of your chores, hoping it was enough to get leon off your back. whenever you’d start to walk away from a task, he’d appear to show you what you did wrong and how to improve. you wanted to punch his pretty face.

you were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard a deep voice approach you. “takin’ a break?” he says, standing over you. you sigh, not even bothering to look up at him. “i finished for today. i’ll do the rest tomorrow or something.” you continue playing with your nails, still annoyed.

he crosses his arms over his strong chest. “you’re quite the lazy girl, y'know that?” you just scoff. “whatever, asshole” you spit back.

“you got a bit of a mouth on you, don’t ya’?” he squats down so he’s level with you. you finally turn to him, glaring. you angrily stand up, dusting yourself off before gasping. “fuck!” you yell, looking down. your favorite skirt had stains of grass and dirt on them. you didn’t realize the grass was wet before you sat down on it. “are you serious?! this is so gross!” you try wiping the stains off, but only making it worse by spreading them around. you notice leon laughing at you. you turn to glare daggers at the now standing man.

“what the hell is so funny?” your face has annoyance all over it.

“c’mon, let me help you get those stains out, sweetheart. wouldn’t want such a pretty skirt to be ruined” he starts to walk twords the guest house.

“i’m not your-“

“you want that skirt clean or not?” he sighs. you silently nod, following behind him. he opens the door to the clean little house, holding it open for you and shutting it once you were both inside. it was surely nicer than the place you were staying in. a big bed against the wall and a little kitchen table. you remembered staying in here with your father when you visited as a kid. you loved it here back then.

he sets his hat on the counter, finally giving you a full view of his parted hair. he was even more handsome without the hat. he caught you staring and you quickly look away.

“gotta' take the skirt off so i can run it in the wash for you before the stains seep in.” he says, leaning against the counter with his large arms crossed over his broad chest. your eyebrow quirks. “um, i’m not doing that”. he gives you a questioning look. “i’m not wearing anything under…” you add. you only wore your panties under, not wanting to ruin the outfit with ugly shorts. he sighs. a thought flickers in his mind of you taking your skirt off, your pretty ass on display for him.

“fine. you can borrow some of my sweats.” he walks over to his bag of clothes, rummaging through until he pulls out a pair of plaid blue pajama pants. you scoff. “these are ugly as fuck, this is gonna ruin my outfit.” you hold up the pants. they were way too big for you. but they smelled like him. woodsy and a hint of pine. he steps a little closer to you. “if you’d rather let that pretty little skirt get ruined, then be my guest.” he says. you have to crane your neck to look up at him. you sigh, taking your shoes off. “you could just change in the bathroom, you know.” he comments.

“well you could also just look away, pervert.” you say, carefully setting your boots on the floor. he puts his hands up in defense, turning and walks somewhere across the room. “y’know, some day that mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.” his voice is lower now, more serious than before. you roll your eyes, shimmying yourself out of your little skirt. “fuck off. you’re not my father.” you bite back, pulling the loose pants over your hips. “these are too big…” you say, holding the pants up or else they’d fall to the ground. he turns and walks up to you, inches away. he grabs the drawstrings, tightening them so hard that you let out a barely audible gasp.

your eye’s focus on his hands. the way they tied the strings perfectly, patting your hip once he finished. “better now?” he asks, looking down at you. you didn’t say a word, just nodding. he smiles. “no words for me from the mouthy girl?” he says. you huff.

“you don’t know anything about me, leon.”

“i know enough. i know you’re an entitled little brat who needs to be put in her place.” he whispered, leaning into your ear. his hot breath left chills down your neck. you could feel your nipples harden against your top. his arms trapped you against the counter.

your eyes finally pull to his, almost magnetically. “what’s your story then, pretty? refusing to work so your daddy kicked you out?” he guesses. you stay silent. he was right.

“what happened to that little mouth of yours? got nothin’ to say now?” he teases, leaning twords your face. fuck, he knew how to shut you up.

“you- i-“ you stutter, unable to respond. he just smirks. his hand slipping to your waist. “you talk all this shit, but can’t handle it comin’ back to you, can you?” god it was almost like he was getting off on seeing your flustered face.

“fuck you-“

“watch your fucking mouth, princess” he practically growls. his grip on your waist only tightens, making you almost whine. his demeanor completely changing from his lighthearted charming self. you felt yourself getting wet from his words alone.

“or what?” you spit back.

“you wanna find out?”

that’s how you ended up with your shaky knees, pressed against the hardwood floor, leon’s big veiny cock sitting right in front of your eyes. his hand was in your hair as your hands nervously reach out to stroke him. he could tell you were inexperienced.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he coos, looking down at you as your small hand wraps around the base of his large cock.

“i don’t- i’ve never-“

“never had a cock in your mouth?” he asks. you just shake your head nervously. he pulsed at the thought of being the first man to be inside of you.

“ever even kissed someone?” he tilts his head.

“just once…” you pout. you were getting tired of his teasing. he just gives your hair a light tug, making you whine. he uses his other hand to bring his thumb to your bottom, dragging it down. you respond, opening your mouth to suck on his thumb. he presses it into your tongue, you swirl your wet muscle around his finger. “good job, see? you got it” he encourages. he removes his thumb, a trail of spit between your lips and his finger.

“now just open your pretty lips…” his hand cups your jaw, you open your mouth. he slides the tip into your hot mouth before hissing. “no teeth, darlin’.” he warns. you nod, taking him deeper. only halfway in and you’re choking around him. he groans at the way your throat contracts around him.

“fuck, you’re a natural slut, aren’t ya?” he grips your hair, moving you up and down his cock. you whine around him, the vibrations sending more pleasure straight to his dick. he abuses your throat and mouth, watching you as tears well up in your eyes. “look at you. your mouth is so much better around my cock.” he lets out another groan when you suck your cheeks in, sucking him off completely.

“think you can swallow all my cum? or are you too good for that, princess?” his voice was horse and low. you just nod, a tear falling from how deep you were taking him. he curses as his tip hits the back of your throat, thrusting his hips to meet with your head. your nose burried in the base of his pelvis. you shut your eyes tight as you feel his warm release down your throat. after a few more thrusts, he pulls out a bit of a mix of cum and spit falling from your mouth. he cups your face. “swallow it.” you gulp, licking your lips and swallowing everything he gave you. you open your mouth to show him.

“such a good little slut, yeah?” he soothes your hair, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. your cunt was throbbing with need. you look up at him through wet lashes, your mascara was probably running down your face by now. he grabs your arm to help you stand up. your legs were wobbly and hard to stand on. your panties were probably soaked at this point.

your eyes go to his lips and his smug gorgeous face. “you want a kiss?” he asks, you nod. he just chuckles. “too bad” he says, making you whine.

“leonn” you grab onto his shirt, pleading. he just shakes his head. “you need to learn how to be patient, gorgeous.” he warns, grabbing your wrists. “you and that fucking attitude. gotta do somethin’ about that.” his eyes grow darker.

he had a strong grip on your wrists, firm but gentle enough not to break you. it made you shiver knowing how easily he could. fuck it was hot. “i’m gonna fuck it right out of you. got that?” his head lowers to suck marks into your neck and collar bones, making you groan. he bit down in a particularly sensitive spot, making you cry out his name. he pulls away dragging you to the bed. “lay down on your stomach” he commands. your eyes grow wide, about to object until his brows furrow. you lie down on your stomach, your feet dangling off the edge.

you turn to look at leon over your shoulder, yelping when he drags you so your legs hung off the edge of the bed. he quickly pulls the string of your his pants before ripping them down your legs. you gasp at the cold air hitting your bare legs, your panty clad ass on display for him. he gives it a good smack, making you give another yelp into the sheets.

“you’re fuckin’ soaked through your panties. i’ve barely even touched you” he gives a small laugh before pulling your white panties off. his large skilled fingers run through your folds, making you squirm.

smack

“stop moving”

he admired the large hand print he left on your ass, feeling his dick harden again. he started with pumping one finger into your tight little hole, making you gasp. it hurt for the first few seconds, but eventually faded into throbbing pleasure. you let out mewls of enjoyment, crying out into the sheets below you as he jackhammered his finger into your sopping cunt, adding another finger to stretch you out.

“ohmygod leon!” you cry, muffled by the blanket. you’d never felt absolute overwhelming pleasure like this before. it was fucking addicting.

his fingers curled inside of you, hitting a spot that made your belly fill with a hot pleasure. you were so close, so fucking close. right when you were about to cum, he pulls his fingers out.

“leon!” you yell, looking back at him.

“told you i was gonna teach you how to be patient, didn’t i?” you wanted to wipe that smug ass smirk off his face.

you were practically drooling onto the sheets. tears falling down your face as leon edged you for the fifth, sixth time? you’d lost count after the third. “fuck leon! please please please let me cum, m’so close please!” you cry into the bed, resorting to begging. your attitude thrown out the window whenever he curls his fingers inside of you.

“since you asked so nicely…” his thrusts his fingers at a delicious speed, fucking you until you cried out his name. you clenched around his fingers, gripping onto the sheets as your vision blurs. his fingers fuck into you as you cum, coating the sheets and his hand.

“look at you. fuckin' dripping down my wrist.” he groans. he flips you so you’re on your back. you were panting, mascara completely running down your cheeks and a fucked out look on your face. he brings his fingers to your mouth and you immediately open them for him, licking yourself clean off his hand.

“that’s my girl” he praises, making you tingle. you were still coming down from your high, staring at him blissfully. his fingers leave your mouth with a pop. you watch his expression through your lashes.

“you’re so much prettier with your mouth filled.” he smiles, leaning over you. “i think you deserve that kiss now, don’t ya think so?” he asks. you nod. “yes please”

his mouth meets yours in a hot feverish kiss. his hand coming to grip your hair. he bites your lip hard enough to make you gasp. your pussy throbs with need of being filled by him. “leon, please” you beg through the kiss. he pulls away, looking at you.

“what is it, sweetheart?” he kisses down your jaw.

“i-i need you inside, please!” you beg, looking down at your bare cunt.

“aww, you just want my cock so bad, hmm? who am i to deny such a slutty girl what she wants.” he sits up, dragging his long cock up and down your wet folds. when his head caught on your clit, it made you shiver. he teases you, catching his tip on your hole before rubbing up and down again. you whine. he gives you a stern look.

“m’sorry” you pout. he chuckles, slowly dipping his thick head into your tight hole. he eased himself in, making your jaw slack open. once he was fully seated into you, your brows furrowed at the stretch. “hurts, s’too big!” you cry out. he tsks.

“you wanted this, didn’t you?” he pulls out just to push himself back into you with a powerful thrust. “fuck, you’re sucking me in, baby. must be so worked up. is this why you’re such a bitch all the time? never gotten dicked down properly?” he teases as he thrusts in and out of your abused pussy.

you mewl when his cock hits a deep spot inside of you, but it wasn’t enough. he sensed your need, grabbing your legs and putting them over his shoulders to thrust even deeper into you. the angle made you scream out. your fingers grip into the sheets again. one of his hands find your clit, pinching it.

“y’feel so fucking perfect. like you were made for me.” he groans, loosing his composure. his thrusts got more intense, faster, and sloppier. but still felt heavenly. the mix of his cock hitting your soft spot along with him playing with your clit, you squeeze around his cock, about to cum. drool fell from the corner of your mouth as your tits bounced in your shirt as you came closer and closer to the edge.

“gonna-gonna cum!” you scream. he only goes faster.

“gonna cum with you, baby. bein’ so fucking good for me.” he gets more vocal when he’s closer to cuming. he didn’t know what felt better, your hot mouth or your hot tight pussy. there was sweat dripping down his neck. you wanted nothing more than to lick it up, but didn’t dare move in fear of him not letting you cum. he was in full control. with a few final thrusts, you finish around him with a loud moan. he follows suit, his hot seed filling you to the brim.

you are both panting at this point, but he’s still half hard inside of you. you look at him with heavy, confused eyes when he doesn't make a move to pull out.

“oh, we’re not done until you’re begging me to stop, pretty girl.”

“wow! this place looks amazing! you guys did a great job around the farm!” your grandma smiles at the handsome young man. he gives her his classic innocent charming smile.

“can’t take all the credit, m’aam. your granddaughter did most of the work.” his strong hands rested at his hips.

“how in the world did you get her to do that!?”

you watch from the porch, wearing a sweater to cover all the marks leon had given you. everytime you’d complain about a task, he’d bend you over and fuck you until you were crying for him to stop at the overstimulation.

the older woman called you over to have you help with leon’s bag. you sigh, walking over as she walked away to talk to her husband.

“you still never gave me my panties back…” you lean against his truck, looking up at him. he chuckles, running a hand down your arm.

“think of it as your parting gift to me, darlin’” he says, giving your arm a squeeze before shouting a goodbye to your grandparents and giving you one last wink and a tilt of his hat before stepping into his truck.

maybe this town isn’t too bad….

masterlist

a/n: i got a little carried away with this i just loveddd this prompt. tysm for this request!!!

[missviviii]

a/n: shsusbsihsw i can’t— this idea has been plaguing my mind 😭

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“A Duel For Your Hand.”

warning(s): swearing

summary: mizu knew you ever since she was a child. you two were friends, and she grew feelings for you. one day, you had to move. until one day, you saw her again, and complained to her about how your father was marrying you off to some noble.

mizu x fem!childhood crush!reader

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Long ago, when you were just a young lady, you befriended a child just your age. An outcast, but you still talked to her. Your father was a swordsman, and one that has received a blade from Master Eiji. Your father respected Eiji, often times still visiting the old man for memories and to train with him.

You were never really close to your father, but you were close to Eiji. Often times, when your father was away for business, you’d be staying with Eiji and helping alongside him here and there.

One day, you ran all the way to Master Eiji’s place to show him something cool that your father had given you. You opened the door, only to find another child around your age, a little bit shorter, holding large iron tongs while Eiji was doing his thing.

“Master Eiji, guess what my papa got me!—“ You looked over at the other child, who was staring at you very closely and almost surprised. What’s a pretty, young lady like you doing here? You were dressed nice and seemed to be far too delicate to be around sharp blades.

Eiji held up his finger, then motioned for the child to hand him the tongs. “I see you have ran all the way from your home to show me…let me guess, another hair pin?” You eagerly nodded, running over to his side and squealing about the gift your father had given you after he had returned home from whatever business he had.

“So..who are you?” You curiously asked as you turned around to face the child, who was still looking at you in awe. You noticed her blue eyes, which seemed to be so clear and mesmerizing. They were like the color of the water—so blue and pretty.. Noticing that she was staring, she cleared her throat.

“M-Mizu. Uh, I’m just staying here..” Mizu said as she scratched the back of her neck. Oh god, was she falling for you already? Well, why wouldn’t anyone—you’re so pretty and you look like an angel in her eyes.

Days turned into months. Then months turned into years. Each time that you could go down to Master Eiji’s place, you’d always be a ball of sunshine with something to talk about. Whether if it’s some hair pin your father gave to you, or a new skill you learned, you’d always talk about it to Mizu. That was until you had to move away.

Here you are, mumbling and grumbling in the cold weather while stomping your feet in the snow. Now you were a grown woman, and one that was forced to learn all the arts of being a ‘perfect wife’. You threw the charms in your hair and the hairpins to the ground, frustrated that your father had set you up with a dumb, old nobleman. You had to excuse yourself from the room and immediately ran outside to attempt to calm yourself.

“Damn, angry much?” A voice spoke out from behind you. You turned around, your first instinct was to throw one of your hairpins at the person. But they caught it with two fingers, just inches away from their eyes behind those tinted glasses. The person smirked, pulling down the tinted glasses to reveal their blue eyes. “My god, is this the treatment I get when I finally find you again?”

That voice. It was Mizu! Absolutely delighted, you immediately gasped and ran over to her, immediately tackling her into the snow while hugging her tightly. She chuckled, hand on your back while you wrapped your arms around her waist while wailing. “I missed you so much! Oh my god, you can’t believe the bullshit my father is putting me through!” Mizu only smiled, sitting up against a tree while you sat in front of her, complaining and wailing about how your father’s trying to marry you off to some man! That part made her a tad bit pissed off. A beautiful woman like yourself being married off to someone certainly not worth your time? Fuck no. Is she going to duel this guy to perhaps steal you away instead? Yep.

“Seems like you want out of this, right?” She said after you finally stopped complaining, now just curled up beside her and leaning against her arm. You nodded immediately. You now just noticed she has grown. You used to be taller, but now she’s the taller one! And my god are her hands—wait, are you growing feelings again? “I want to see this man. I’m going to kill him, you’re not marrying some snobby asshole today.”

Much to your annoyance, Mizu had fought her way through your guards and marched on into the estate with ease. You followed after her, trying to get the guards to stand down but they won’t and Mizu ends up knocking a few of them off. More mess for the cleaners to deal with. Until she kicks down the door to the room your father and that suitor was in. “My god, this is the guy? You couldn’t even find a suitable man for your daughter?” Mizu groaned, rubbing her temples in annoyance before she pointed her blade at the guy. “I want to duel you. For her hand, of course. Don’t worry, your loss will be swift and it won’t hurt all that much considering how you have no real talent.”

“You? Some beggar boy against me? Princess, do you have any idea how stupid you are?!” The man yelled, standing up and kicking over the table. Your father glared at you, also yelling at you how unladylike it is so choose white trash over a real man.

Ah, that ticked Mizu off, and you already had a feeling this guy was about to get his ass whooped.

Nothing better than to sit on a rock in your backyard, watching in amusement how your drunk, clearly reeking of alcohol and a snobbish piece of trash of a suitor was holding a sword against Mizu. Mizu stood there, circling the man carefully while her blade was pointed right at him, waiting for him to strike.

One, two, three You counted down, and Mizu strikes just as you hit three. You watched very intently, leaning forward as Mizu absolutely decimated that poor man. “Beat his ass!” You loudly yelled to cheer on Mizu, in which you received a slap on the back of your head by your father, who wasn’t at all happy. Mizu glanced over at you and smirked, determined to win your hand in marriage.

“Got you,” Mizu casually said as she swung her leg out and tripped the man, making him fall face first into the snow while the tip of her blade rests right beside his head. He groaned in pain as his body collided into the snow and grunted, yelling about how Mizu was no man, but a monster from hell.

“You did it! I mean, of course you did!” You loudly shouted as you ran over to her side, pulling her into a big hug while she wrapped one arm around your waist. You looked up at her, finding a small smile on her lips before she kissed your forehead.

“You’re mine now, Princess.”

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a/n: sishwjsibesjhsbs

[ineffably-smote]

Macbeth, David Tennant - A very subjective, spoiler and emotion filled review

Just walking out of seing Macbeth at the Donmar and I have Feelings. Unsurprisingly, I primarily went to see it because David Tennant was in it. I love the play, big fan of Shakespeare but the trip to London was most certainly motivated by a very specific actor. Hence the highly subjective review. Fortunately, I also happen to quite like Macbeth. We studied it at school, and it holds a special place in my heart (back then, Hamlet was my favourite Shakespeare play but honestly, after tonight, I’m not so sure anymore. Anyway, I digress). It was my first time actually seeing an actor I’m a fan of in real life, so obviously the entire time my brain was just going oh my god that’s David Tennant oh my god that’s David Tennant like I actually could not comprehend it. The man I’ve spent hours staring at on a little screen is suddenly real, and right there. So yeah, that took me a hot second.

(Excuse the piss poor image quality, I took this with shaky hands without looking or bothering to focus the cam)

The Staging

Still starstruck and a bit dazed, one thing really really stood out to me: the staging. It was so, so good. I knew it was going to be minimal from the pictures I had seen, and it was, but it was also so insanely real. There were barely any decorations, and half the cast and the musicians were hidden behind a glass screen doing background noises and gestures. From where I was sitting I could not see them much, but could definitely hear them which added to the overall atmosphere. The stage was also really tiny, and the play benefitted incredibly from it. All the action was happening in one tight space that had been put to use incredibly well, particularly the banquet scene but I’ll come back to that because it deserves its own paragraph.

The way they chose to do the soliloquies was so fitting - all the actors start to move in slow motion - everyone else slowing down and just the characters speaking moving was so good, it made sense.

The Headphones

I’m a bit mixed about the headphones. They were amazing for the vibes, we could hear whispers and they really heightened some of the emotional speeches in the play - because when someone is struggling with guilt and trauma it makes sense for them to be mumbling rather than yelling. So that was really great. However, especially in the scenes where the actors where yelling/ loud I preferred to take them off a bit cause it felt more real that way. I’m so used to hearing actors voice on recordings, it does hit different when you can hear them for real. But, as I said, personal preference and that’s what’s nice, you can take them on and off as much as you want.

Famous Speeches

There were three speeches I was quite interested to see how they were going to be adapted - scorpions and dagger for Macbeth, and out damned spot for Lady Macbeth. These are classic, everyone knows the words, the plot but they managed to make it feel real in a new and touching way. I think here the headphones were quite helpful because they allowed the actors to actually whisper parts of those lines. They were so subtle, so embedded in the text they felt so natural which imbued them with all their power. I saw in a review Cush Jumbo’s out damned spot speech be described as “haunting”, and I wholeheartedly agree.

The Macbeths

I didn’t like Macbeth, the character, very much when I first learnt about him. His actions didn’t make sense to me, I couldn’t quite comprehend in my 21st century little brain how he went from I’m super loyal to the King to I will freely murder children for shits and giggles. But now, now I understand. It makes sense, it’s believable. And that’s a mix of the acting choices and teh overall setting. Like the opening scene, instead of presenting Macbeth as a glorious hero, he is presented to us as a traumatised hero. He spends the first few minutes washing the blood of his clothes, haunted by noises from the battlefield. And that sets the themes quite nicely, not ambition, as Tennant specified in an interview, but guilt and trauma. There are so many ways to interpret Shakespeare, that’s the beauty of it, and I think this version of Macbeth just resonated more with me (maybe because ambition I don’t quite understand but guilt I am intimately familiar with? Or maybe because it was David Tennant? I don’t know, probably a bit of both). Tennant delivers a convincing Macbeth. Yes, you can see his ambitions play out, but also his fears, his guilt, and that makes him into a complex three dimensional character that you want to understand.

And I absolutely loved this version of Lady Macbeth. Not just a powerful woman who bullies her husband into become an evil murderer (because again, here we can see traces of that in Macbeth from the start), but an ambition woman in love, with her husband, with power, and not quite healed from the trauma of loosing her child. Again another review said she is more of an enabler than a manipulator and I quite liked that description.

My Favourite Scenes

God the banquet scene. The one with the ghost of Banquo. An absolute masterpiece. I did not expect that scene to hit that hard. It was raw, it was powerful and even if Tennant was facing away from where I was sitting, even without seeing his face I could feel the emotion, the whole audience could. In a video essay on Tennant, @davidtennantgenderenvy highlighted how in almost every role he played, there is it is the classic Tennant breakdown moment, and breakdown moment it was. Not with tears, not as expressive as he sometime is but just enough for a King trying to hold it together but fear and guilt breaking through. I was absolutely overwhelmed and it was beautiful. The set up for the scene was amazing too - there were ceilidh, celebrations, I adored the contrast between these fast pasted scenes and guilt ridden whispers of the couple. And the way everyone sat down around the stage and suddenly it looked like a banquet table ? Just perfect.

Another really cool moment, less on the emotional side but more on the visuals was when Macbeth goes to get the second prophecy from the witches. Almost the whole cast is there, running around, moving, almost dancing and it gives the whole thing a mystical atmosphere. There’s smoke, Macbeth falls, is carried up high Jesus style, cowers, rises, it’s so busy and insane all the while there are whispers and whispers in the headphones - it manages perfectly to feel like a mystical moment.

Descent Into Madness & other cool things

For Macbeth, having the kid running around scene after scene, haunting him, and then scene where he kills him - GOD it’s powerful. Lady Macbeth’s descent into madness was so well characterised, I also loved the glass on the background that locked away some of the cast. Just wild. The actor that played Malcom actor was also really cool, and Macduff and Ross, big fan of all of them.

Overall I am overwhelmed with emotions. Tennant is truly one of my favourite actors - from Good Omens to Staged, Jessica Jones, even Harry Potter but also Mad to be Normal, Nativty, There She Goes, Around the World in 80 days, Doctor Who (god I’ve started a list, never start lists cause you’ll forget people) and so, so many more, I was truly beside myself with excitement and expectations for tonight. And it did not disappoint. I do not want to leave the theatre and I pray they release a recording of this because I want it imprinted on my soul.

(Side note: I don’t know how to use tumblr very well, for some reason whenever I try to reply to ppl it posts from my other blog? Anyway @raquel-and-sergio is in fact me)

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

The Right Place in Time

Summary: What if Steve was in the woods with Chrissy and Eddie getting weed for his headaches?

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter Three

Steve was on a high. They were all spilling out into the parking lot, talking about how awesome Lucas was. Eddie was hanging off of Steve, both of them beaming with pride. Suddenly, Lucas came rushing at them, grinning widely. Mike and Dustin were the first ones to hug him.

"You were so awesome!" Dustin exclaimed while Mike nodded eagerly. "I'm so glad we didn't miss this."

The rest of Hellfire followed, ending with Steve and Eddie hugging him both.

"Your mother and I are so proud of you!" Eddie said, pinching his cheeks.

"Thanks, dad," Lucas said sarcastically and paused. "I'm glad you guys are getting along."

"Well, Stevie here really put me in my place," Eddie grinned. "Apparently, he collects lost sheep just like I do."

They were having such a good moment, too. Until Jason Carver showed up to ruin it.

"Hey, Sinclair, are these freaks bothering you?" Jason asked him, as if he were doing Lucas a favor.

"No," he replied.

"Cause if they were - "

"They're my friends," Lucas said quickly.

"You're friends with them?" Jason asked.

"I'm in Hellfire too," he replied proudly.

"You never said - " Jason said furiously.

"You never asked," Lucas replied.

"You're so off the team," Jason snarled.

"There's no rules that say he can't play basketball and be in Hellfire, Jason," Chrissy said, coming up behind him. "It was this kind of reaction that he was afraid, which probably led him to not telling you. Besides, you don't have the power to kick him off."

"Chrissy! Babe - "

"Don't you 'babe' me!" Chrissy scowled at him. "I dumped your ass, remember?"

"Are you really defending these guys, Chris? Did they brainwash you?" Jason asked.

"The only brainwashing that happened with me was at the hands of you and my mother. You two were planning my entire life for me!" Chrissy snapped at him.

"We only wanted what was best for you," Jason said.

"By making every little decision for me? What I ate, what I wore?" Chrissy asked. "Fuck that. Fuck you."

"This is your fault," Jason snarled at Eddie. "If your life wasn't hell before - "

"Hey!" Chrissy snapped, stepping close to him, looking deadly. "If you even think about hurting them or go anywhere near them, I will show everyone that picture I took of you. . . I mean, everyone."

"You said you burned that," Jason scowled.

"I took two pictures, Jason," Chrissy said sweetly. "They're off limits, understand?"

"Fine, if you want to be Satan's slut - "

Chrissy fist swung out and slammed into his face. Everyone yelled out in surprise. Jason looked at her with wide eyes, his nose bleeding.

"Being Satan's slut sounds a hell of a lot better than being your little bitch," Chrissy snapped.

Jason scowled, tears in his eyes, and stormed off. Once he was gone, Chrissy clutched her fist, wincing.

"Damn, Chrissy," Eddie grinned as he took her hand, massaging her knuckles.

"I never punched anyone before. It fucking hurts," Chrissy replied and then she watched as the members of Hellfire started to kneel before her. "Uh, what are they doing?"

"All hail Chrissy, Queen of the Freaks," Eddie said and kneeled before her, holding her hand. "We gladly bestow this title upon you, honor bound by your heroics. We thank thee for defending us, our brave Lady of Hellfire."

"Oh my god!" Someone from the parking lot called out. "Eddie Munson's proposing to Chrissy Cunningham!"

"Nope! Nope!" Eddie said quickly and stood up. "That is not what's happening here!"

Chrissy giggled as the person ran off.

"Guys!" The person yelled. "Chrissy defended Eddie Munson against Jason, and now Eddie's asking her to marry him!"

Eddie shrieked and went to chase after the person, but Chrissy pulled him back.

"It's too late, Eddie. They're gone," she laughed. "Besides, it would piss my mother off to hear that we're engaged."

"Well, I do love to piss off controlling parents," Eddie grinned. "Now, how far are you willing to go to piss her off?"

"All the way down the aisle, baby," Chrissy said. "Ooh, even better if I'm very pregnant with your kid."

"Excuse me?" Steve asked.

"Aw, I think he's feeling left out again," Chrissy said.

"Ooh, even better if Steve’s the father of our baby," Eddie said.

"Scandalous!" She gasped.

"Oh, he's thinking about it," Dustin said, pointing at his face. "You can see it in his eyes."

Steve scowled and swiped at his hand as everyone laughed. He was rolling his eyes at them all, but there was a warmth blooming in his chest at the sight of Eddie and Chrissy giggling together. It was quickly disturbed by Robin coming over to the group.

"I just heard a weird rumor that Eddie Munson proposed to Chrissy Cunningham after she kicked Jason Carver's ass. How true is that?" Robin asked the group.

"Well, she definitely punched Jason in the face," Steve smirked proudly. "But the other thing is a misunderstanding."

Suddenly, Vickie was pushing herself through the group to get to Chrissy.

"I heard you're engaged to Eddie, Chrissy. What the hell?" Vickie asked breathlessly.

"Damn, that kid worked fast," Jeff said.

"It's just a rumor, Vickie," Chrissy said. "I did punch Jason though."

"Thank God, I hated guy," Vickie said, and then she noticed Robin standing next to her. "Oh, hey, Robin."

"Hey, Vickie," Robin smiled, her cheeks turning pink.

"Chrissy's my cousin," she explained.

"Oh, I didn't know that, that's cool," Robin said. "Very cool."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

Steve smiled at the exchange. Judging by the way Vickie was looking at Robin, she was very interested.

"You know, we could stand around in the parking lot, or we could go and celebrate Lucas's victory," Jeff said, clapping his hands together.

Nancy approached the group, looking frazzled.

"Well, Mike can't go anywhere. He's got a bedtime tonight," Nancy said.

"Oooh," Jeff, Frank, and Gareth said in unison.

"Shut up!" Mike snapped. "Nancy!"

"What? You've been looking forward to seeing your girlfriend for a while now," Nancy said. "Say goodnight, Mike."

"Can you stop treating me like a little kid?" Mike asked.

"Maybe if you stopped acting like one," Nancy said. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

They all watched in amusement as the siblings bickered all the way to her car.

"Well, Mike's out. Anyone else?" Frank asked.

"Well, I got a deal with Chrissy that we still want to make, right?" Eddie asked.

"I mean, did you want to celebrate first? I would be down with that too," Chrissy asked.

"Hell yeah!" Eddie exclaimed.

"We could also fully initiate Chrissy as our queen," Lucas snickered.

"And officially welcome Steve as Hellfire's den mother. He does make the brownies I bring," Dustin laughed.

"You make them? What's your secret?" Eddie asked with narrowed eyes.

"You have to be a Harrington to know the recipe," Steve said.

"Quick, Chrissy, marry Steve and then tell me the recipe!" Eddie exclaimed, and she laughed. "Hell. You know, what? If I marry you, Steve, then can I know your recipe? I would be even more eager to do it knowing how illegal it is."

He wiggled his eyebrows at Steve.

"It'd been even more illegal if we all married each other," Chrissy giggled.

"That's polygamy, Chrissy," Dustin said matter of factly.

"I know," Chrissy whispered. "I'm a polygamist."

"Oh! That's cool," Dustin said, glancing at Steve and Eddie, who were sharing an amused look. "Oh! That explains so much now."

"My mother always hated when I learned what that word meant," Chrissy said. "I think that's why she's so hard on me."

"Your heart has always been big enough for more than one person," Vickie grinned.

"Come on, let's go celebrate!" Chrissy grinned excitedly. "Wait. . .where are we going?"

"Skull Rock," Eddie grinned.

"Isn't that where people like to make out?" Steve asked.

"That's where you like to make out," Eddie grinned. "It's where Corroded Coffin likes to party."

Chrissy let out a whoop and began doing cart wheels in the parking lot. Steve watched on, smiling at her as her flips got more impressive. Other people still loitering in the parking lot started to cheer her on, and then she stopped. She spread her arms out wide and started to spin around. Steve’s eyes focus on her smile and the way her hair flips around her, the lights overhead lighting her up. It was almost as if she was glowing and the way she moved. . .it was almost magical. Suddenly, the lights started to flicker. The bulb needed to be changed.

"I'm free as a bird," she yelled out and for a moment her eyes landed on Steve as well as Eddie.

Suddenly, she stopped, her back to them, and her arms flopped to her side. She wasn't moving at all now, and the lights were flickering in more than one spot.

"Chrissy?" Steve called out.

Chapter Four

[atarathegreat]

Draken. Petty. Hair. DO IT.

Suck toes.

Ken Ryuguji x reader

What happens when gang member has a bad week and wakes up in a sour mood...alone?

Each day was as shitty as the last. If it wasn't the little annoyance of Mikey falling asleep after eating or making Kenny carry him around it was another gang trying to get on Toman turf or some brats picking a fight with him. Kenny felt like he couldn't catch a break, and just then was no different.

"Get lost, punk. I'm not in the mood today!" Draken growled, Mikey asleep on his back as he walked. It was just the perfect moment for the first year to get his ass beat. God, if Kenny could just put Mikey on the sidewalk and leave this whole mess to the unconscious boy. Though, he'd never leave his friend to handle his problems, even if Mikey could handle it. "Oh, is the big bad Draken afraid to fight a kid?" The little shit cackled. Cackled!

Kenny carefully put Mikey on the nearby bench, more pissed than he had been that whole week. "Your fuckin' funeral, brat."

He knew he was an amazing fighter, so he wasn't worried about him. Draken was, however, worried about how hard he was going to hit the boy. He went for a decent hit, sending the kid back a little bit and turning to grab Mikey. There was no need to double check the kid, it was obvious that he was out cold. "You owe me, Mikey." Kenny grumbled. Already that day had been filled with more fights than he liked.

And it didn't get any better when they got to the gang meeting. Peh-Yan was in a mood, meaning Pah-Chin was in a mood and they were picking fights with people left and right. As vice commander Draken had to deal with that. Nahoya was getting fired up because of Pah and Peh. As vice commander he had to handle it. Someone started an all out brawl in the middle of the crowd, and when Kenny went to break it up with the captains his head jerked back from a hit to the nose. It pissed him off to the point he had to leave the meeting.

Why were people all over him? Couldn't he catch a damn break? Didn't he earn some peace and quiet? It was stupid and Kenny was tired of being the person everyone ran after. It almost made him wish he'd dropped the gang shit when he was younger, and it wasn't any better when he returned home.

"Where have you been, Ken?" One of the ladies was already standing at the check in desk of the brothel, "It's late, you know?"

"Tch, get off my ass, okay? M'not in the mood." Draken walked past her. She grabbed hold of his shirt collar, tutting as she pulled him back, "C'mon now, young man, don't talk to me like that. I helped raise your ungrateful ass that I'm on."

He'd had enough, snapping at her for the first time, "Then maybe you shouldn't have! Ever think about that? Or are you too busy thinking about yelling at me when I come home?"

They both paused, Kenny staring angrily at her. He wasn't mad at anyone but himself in that moment, and stormed back past her and to the elevator.

It wasn't her fault he was having a bad week, and she was just being worried about where he'd been running off to so late. He sighed, knowing he'd get that later. She had been the one to primarily raise him, cared for him despite not being obligated to. She'd taught him to walk and talk, helped him learn to shave his face without really knowing how to herself. Kenny slammed a palm into his head as he thought about everything she'd done for him, but it didn't matter. He'd already snapped at her and couldn't bring himself to so much as text her.

There was only one place he could go anymore that wasn't going to make him feel guilty or pissed off, unless she'd had a shit day as well. It was worth it to at least see, and if he left quickly even more pissed off, then whatever.

But, heaven and earth, if he didn't feel a little bit of the weight fall from his shoulders when she answered the door. Her startled smile was still brighter than anything he'd faced his whole life, "Ken-Chin? Is everything okay?" All he had to do was shake his head and fall into a hug. She chuckled, her smaller body supporting the weight of the world that rested on Kenny.

"I can't do it, this week has sucked ass and I can't handle this shit." Kenny followed her inside like a lost and beaten dog. She sauntered around the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of something Kenny couldn't see and a wash cloth. "What happened to your nose, Kenny?" Y/n took her place between his legs, reaching out to gently clean the dried blood from his nose and lip.

"Got punched while I was at the meeting. Left early." Kenny mumbled as he leaned into her, his knees squeezing her middle to trap her next to him, "Weeks been shit, m'done doing it."

She sighed and the sound was enough to make Ken wish he hadn't brought his issues to her door, "Wanna talk about it?"

"Nah, just the normal shit being excessive." He wiped his face to get the peroxide off, smiling at Y/n, "Doing better now, I think."

It was her, everyone knew it was her that kept Kenny chilled out on his bad days. To Mikey it was more than obvious that Kenny sought out her presence when things got tough, often bringing her to meetings and glancing at her just to see her smile. She often lightened the mood, along with Emma who was just as giggly.

Kenny had met Y/n on a day that he needed it the most. He was about to get jumped by a ton of punks, and though he could've handled all of them, he was relieved when he didn't have to. She stomped up from behind him, loud and angry and pointing in everyone's faces, "Who do you think you are, ganging up on someone? I'm ashamed that you all go to this school! Go on!" And her spunky little self seemed to not mind that Kenny was clearly a delinquent, even smiled at him and commented on his tattoo.

The same tattoo she was tracing with her fingertip, talking about her day as Draken zoned back in, "And the math class was so hot I had to take my jacket off and-Kenny?" She'd only just noticed the way his hands were shaking, holding tightly to the bottom of her shirt, "M'fine, sweetheart. Keep talking."

"Well, I had to take my jacket off and, of course, my pen had to have busted in my skirt pocket and stained up my shirt. I've still got a black splotch stained onto my side!" She wound her finger around the dragons tail, making Kenny shiver and rest his head on her shoulder, "So a lot of the girls were laughing about that, rude tramps. But, I knew that I could change in the nurses office so it was an easy fix."

Listening to her problems made him feel better. Seeing how silly she acted over a busted pen, somehow made him feel happy he didn't have such trivial angers.

"What about you, Ken-Chin?" She asked, taking out his braid. He shrugged, "The usual. Little brats want to fight, Mikey is lazy, and the gang is wild. It's just a bit much right now."

"Maybe you should get some rest? You know Mom and Dad don't mind you staying here, we can share my bed, too." Y/n parted his hair down the middle, tugging lightly as she played with it, "You'll wake up and feel ten thousand times better!"

And he wouldn't deny it, either. Instead of grumbling, as he wanted to, he got up and stretched. Never did it cease to amaze him how he towered over her, and he saw it every time she had to crane her neck to look at him. And still Kenny trudged down the hall behind Y/n, yawning and ready to just relax. She tossed the blanket out and laid it over the bed, waving for Kenny to get comfortable. He wasn't about to waste his time asking silly questions of "Are you sure?" He knew she was serious and she'd kick his ass if he didn't get sleep.

But he was going to kick her ass when he woke up alone, to laughter in her living room. Kenny stayed silent as he stood in the hallway, watching as she brushed Mikey's hair, talking about how Kenny had showed up that night. Mikey thanked her as she put his hair up, only the top just how he liked it, and she smiled at him.

There was a quick shot that went through his chest, it was bothersome. Why was Mikey being so close to her? Why was she just smiling at him and laughing as though Kenny, as far as she knew, wasn't still laying in her bed. He could see his hair tie on her wrist and walked up behind them, "Move, Mikey." He didn't hesitate to pick up his best friend and toss him to the other seat, sitting on the floor in front of Y/n. She giggled, resting her legs over his shoulders and moving to softly brush his hair. There were a few knots, but not too many, and she was careful to not tug on them.

"A braid, as usual?" She leaned over and tapped his chest with the brush. He nodded, "Would ya'?"

Kenny didn't mind the slight tugging that pulled his head backward, he was just thankful that her attention was on him and not someone else.

[katasstrophy]

I feel like I've seen every Bluelock boy paired with a very cute, very bubbly, and chill gf/reader before, but I haven't seen any of them paired with a cool and competent or even bossier type. Are there any guys you think of liking that type??? Or maybe just deserve that type to be kept in line lmao 🤣

nonnie!! 😳 NONNIE UR BRAIN I’M GIVING IT A THOUSAND KISSES UR SOOO RIGHT FOR THIS!!! i guess it doesn’t really show with the fics i’ve uploaded so far – which is a damn shame, i should fix that – but i am absolutely all for readers who are just… out there, ya know? they’re prickly, or easy to anger, or sardonic as all hell, or way too clever for their own good or yes yes, bossy<3 i eat that shit UP like it’s my last meal. this is not to say i don’t enjoy sweet, bubbly readers (bc i do!) but the type you describe just… scratches a certain itch iykwim 👁️👁️

i think one of my first posts ever about blue lock on this blog (cw. mid writing LMAO) was exactly about this. obviously most of the blue lock guys are only extreme egoists when they’re playing soccer, but i do think that aspect of their lives will ultimately start to bleed into their personality as they grow up/go pro. so having someone who’s just like “yeah that’s great and all but if you won’t make it to date night i’ll leave your sorry ass” is just. so sexy to them like?? they haven’t gotten their ego knocked down a peg in a while so i think they’d be drawn to a partner like that askdhxnbz idk if i’m explaining this very well but as far as i’m concerned all blue lock boys deserve an unhinged reader lol 😤

THAT BEING SAID!!! >:))) i have a top three list of blue lock men who i, personally, would love to put in their place and encourage anyone out there to do so as well LOL

1. MICHAEL KAISER — this cocky motherfucker ugh need i say more 🙄 the urge to censor his name was real strong but i persevered still cannot believe i’m (sadly) attracted to this horrible, horrible man. he’s sooo insufferable and just so obsessed with himself like he unironically refers to himself as the emperor when i tell you there’s nothing i want more than to make this man beg on his knees i mean it – what a pretty sight that would be hm? <3 all his past lovers probably treated him like he was god’s greatest gift to women (HE IS NOT) – and by now he’s not only used to it but comes to expect it – so when he meets you and you’re like “mm you’re kind of a prick leave me alone thenk yew✨✨” he’s just. so scandalized LMFAO suddenly he’s the one chasing after you and vying for a shred of your attention oooohh yes that’s exactly what he deserves how it should be

2. ITOSHI SAE — listen he might be my precious babygirl now but i used to hate this mans guts like no other and that little resentment still lives on in my heart in the form of wanting this man’s downfall to be a woman like don’t tell me that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. he’s just so single-mindedly focused on soccer – japan’s treasure and what not – and thinks he can get away with being an asshole because of it but you place down your foot and tell him to cut the bullshit or you’ll find someone who treats you better (AMEN SISTER) and suddenly he’s grappling with the reality that shit he might just fall apart without you yes girl make him suffer

3. OLIVER AIKU — i couldn’t not include the resident fuckboy here mmmm the possibilities for him are endless and each one more delicious than the last. he might not be as insufferable as the others but he still thinks extremely highly of himself, especially when it comes to his way with the ladies. typical “oh no i don’t do relationships” kinda guy who can show you a good time for a night before dipping in the morning – and you just don’t want that. so you reject his advances, say you’re not interested and move on, but for some reason, oliver can’t. literally physically wounds his pride when he crawls back for a second chance but you don’t budge, still wary of him due to his past behavior unless he can show you otherwise. and the way he scrambles to prove himself as trustworthy to you? god tier groveling from a man YUMM

[princesssarcastia]

delighted by the series finale of the borgias

holy shit!!!!!

FUCK!

let me start again.

the slowest burn

the slowest burn on this show was not, in fact, lucrezia/cesare—it was cesare/the papal armies. it was cesare/his father's trust. Cesare could only find himself in possession of these things at the very end because they're overwhelmingly transformative. We spent two seasons watching his brother, Juan, faff about, completely inept, unable to accomplish almost any task the pope sets for him. And then! Cesare takes command and it really is like god smiles on him and everything is suddenly possible. Suddenly, for one shining moment, it seems like the world really is ripe for the taking.

This was of course foreshadowed as far back as the first episode, when Cesare, cloaked in an archbishop's robes, steps in with a sword to easily, handily, save his brother from two random dudes he got into a fight with on the street. It's perfectly emblematic of what's to come.

Micheletto and the case of courtly love

The return of Micheletto!!!! Micheletto my love!! My darling dearest. Talk about the platonic ideal of courtly love—his devotion to Cesare, his love for Cesare, his impulse to serve him, outweighs even his hatred and his grief. To have him come back one last time, grant Cesare one last gift, one that wins him his first battle decisively? How utterly fantastic.

And of course, when Micheletto says it's over and done with and he's dead as far as anyone is concerned, Cesare lets him go. First of all, because there's no way in hell he could stop him. Second of all, because of course Cesare loves him, too. Trusts him.

One great parallel drawn is between Cesare/Micheletto and Caterina/Rufio. Two nobles who remain ennobled by their left hands of death whom they trust utterly and, apparently, love beyond anyone else. Cesare lets Micheletto go...and Caterina lets Rufio go. Gives him her blessing to go serve a new master once she's finally gone—once he ensure that she's finally gone. You could read it as Caterina searching to put a failsafe into place, to put someone in Cesare's household that can one day free her or continue to work to her ends. But honestly? I think the most Rufio will ever do for her again is slip into her rooms one night and see her dead, like she asked. A last kindness for the Lady he served his whole life.

Caterina Sforza meets her end

Caterina Sforza, my love, you were fantastic, and you lost in a spectacular fashion fitting your spectacular legend and comportment. Ten more sons! The Tigress of Forli indeed!

I thought her storyline was also tragically beset by in-universe sexism; the way those other Italian lords abandoned her cause for Cesare the second he gathered an army of his own must have burned. Certainly, it ensured there was no way for her to win. But everything she accomplished in spite of that is all the more impressive, to the very end.

It's also interesting, because as she had to deal with sexism, so too have the Borgias dealt with that classic european mix of nativism and racism, and no one else spells it out quite like Caterina does. At the very end, the second she's well and truly lost:

"Damn you, Spanish half-breed," she says to Cesare, who just prevented her from killing herself.

Her family was originally supposed to be allied with the Borgias! The Sforzas and the Borgias, bound together by Lucrezia's marriage to her first husband. But the Sforzas spurned the alliance at every turn, refusing to provide the promised military aid, and on a more personal level, allowing Giovanni to beat Lucrezia and generally treat her like shit.

Why? Because the Borgias are outsiders. Because they're a bunch of Spaniards in an Italian world, and the italians can't help but punish them for it. Why should the Sforzas keep their word to a bunch of spanish half-breeds?

Why should a bunch of italian men keep their word to an italian woman?

Caterina Sforza sits at a very neat intersection of prejudices, and I find it fascinating.

Lucrezia now firmly resides in a tragedy

There's also a fantastic comparison to be had between Cesare's love for Lucrezia and his love for Micheletto. Both of them, he would trust with power and authority—he tells his mother he misses Micheletto's counsel and skill. He tells Machiavelli he would make his sister the regent of Naples. But here lies the difference: Micheletto he would allow to walk free, to live as he chooses. Lucrezia will never, ever be afforded that privilege. Never.

"You will be naked, and clean, and bloodless again. And mine."

FUCK.

Watching him kneel at her side, as she lies next to her husband's recent bloody corpse, and try to wipe her clean...that's romance. Creepy, terrifying, devoted love. An insidious inversion of the tender care he's shown for her the whole show up to this point. He'll continue to love her, care for her and her son and her happiness, no doubt. But there can also be no doubt that Lucrezia is completely at the mercy of a much more powerful man once again.

Literally the last lines of the whole show is a creepy incestuous declaration of possession. Cesare owns Lucrezia, now. I'd be shocked, in this universe the show constructed, if she ever married again. Certainly, now that their father has given Cesare the keys to the kingdom, has decided he'll trust his first-born son with both their ambitions, I can't see him denying Cesare anything, even Lucrezia—so long as he's discrete.

I mean...the pair of them DID keep making out in front of servants and also minor lordlings who owe Cesare allegiance. It's not like it's a total secret at this point. And still, they follow him.

Poor Lucrezia. I think if Rodrigo and Cesare had literally just included her, treated her like, if not an equal, at least someone with skin in the game whom they trust, this could have turned from the tragedy it was to a triumph, for her.

Instead, she has to beg for scraps of news Rodrigo can barely give her, and grant her husband a mercy killing after her brother stabs him mortally but doesn't finish the job.

Cesare's new preoccupation with legitimacy

There's also a fantastic scene between Cesare and Vanozza, his mother. His mother, the courtesan, the whore, who offers her son her counsel, offers to ride to war with him so he has someone he can trust by his side! Something he had just finished telling her he desperately missed (Micheletto my love you are irreplaceable)

And...he turns her down.

He not only turns her down, he does so in a way that's eerily reminiscent of his dead brother, Juan. His dead brother whom he murdered.

"I would not be the son of a whore," Cesare says to his mother, the whore. Suddenly, after his father shared his dream of creating a Papal Bloodline, to be passed down to Cesare so he in turn can pass it down to his own son...suddenly, now, he begins to care about the very perceptions that eventually drove Juan to dangle his nephew over a balcony and sign his own death warrant. It is, to me, the second most chilling moment in the whole episode, after what he says to Lucrezia.

Now, Vanozza might not be trapped like her daughter, but she may soon be consigned to insignificance, without any responsibility or meaning, but also without any power. Relevant only as much as Cesare loves her or wants to see her. Which, before this episode, I would have said was quite a lot! But if he's about to descend into the same game of legitimacy and legend and perception his brother did...perhaps not so much.

Rodrigo and Cesare and the death of daddy issues

We spent three seasons watching Rodrigo dismiss and belittle and refuse to trust Cesare, but finally, in this episode, we come to see the truth: that he always meant for Cesare to succeed him in the only way that matters to him: in the church. He made him a cardinal so he could one day be pope, after him! Made him a prince of the church! But Cesare was also right to miss and lust after traditional station of power, after the dukedoms and armies he amasses after forcing his father to let him renounce his position as cardinal, because the empire they both want to build is impossible without them.

Still: to realize, with Cesare, that even though Rodrigo sees so much of himself in Cesare, he still planned from the beginning to make Cesare his true heir...what a payoff. What a relief. What a consolation for years of feelings of inadequacy! Of never being enough!

No wonder he's riding high, immortal, invincible, Cesar come again. All his daddy issues went "poof" and left him, well, clean.

All told?

In the end, having now watched all of it, I have to say the whole show was marvelous. Politics, intrigue, romance, forbidden romance, the things people do for family or for love or for both, the things they do for power, how lonely it is to sit at the pinnacle of the world. The costuming, the writing, the dialogue, it's all so compelling, and I frankly recommend it to anyone with even a passing interest in period dramas

P.S.

Contender for funniest line in the whole fucking show:

"Primogeniture is the future," the pope of rome says.

CACKLING oh my god. that's hilarious. definitely, that is a thing that will happen for the papacy and the world at large.

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[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Passion

Dance Like We're Making Love Part 1

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Description: Tango would usually be right up your ally. But with your best friend's wedding coming up and as her Maid of Honor, you're feeling stretched thin. There's also the matter of the Best Man. Rooster Bradshaw is a dick. He can't even speak to you normally. And now you need dance solo with him in front of a ballroom full of people. He and you are like oil and water. As attractive as you find him, his personality is the antithesis to everything you are. Will getting to know him make things better?

Disclaimers: Female! Reader, Dancing, Sexual Themes, Kissing, UST, Phone Sex

Warnings: This story does not start explicit but does get there. Minors do not interact. This story is 18+.

Word Count: 2766

A/N: This entire mini-series is for @cherrycola27 who asked for a passionate kiss for my Kiss Writing Game Event. I couldn't write a short version of this so Nik you're getting an entire mini-series. I hope you love it!

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Tango! Who the hell makes their bridesmaids and groomsmen learn an entire Tango routine for their wedding? Your best friend, of course. She and her accountant husband-to-be only have to sway on the dance floor, looking besottedly into each other's eyes. You and every other bridesmaid and groomsman in attendance will have to dance a fully choreographed routine ending in a solo song danced by the maid of honor - that’s you - and the best man.

"Tango, ladies and gentlemen, is a dance of passion." Your instructor Rodrigo's thick put-upon Spanish accent is starting to get on your nerves. So is the apathetic attitude of the Best Man. This is the fourth time you’ve met him, and he’d grunted when you reminded him of your name. Around Sophie and Greg, as well as the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen, he’s all smiles and genial laughter, but around you, he seems to turn into a caveman.

He’s an officer in the Navy! He should be able to make small talk. So yeah, Rooster Bradshaw, as he introduced himself to you, is indeed getting on your nerves. Sophie’s been lumping the two of you together every time you’re in the same room. You know she hopes you’ll fall in love, just like in a fairy tale - just as she and Greg did. But you’re not sure Bradshaw is the man to make that happen.

What kind of man shows up to a ballroom dance class in a Hawaiian shirt, worn jeans, and sneakers anyways? You've all been told quite strictly that the dress code was formal for these lessons. If you had to put on a dress and heels, the man could damn well have dug out a pair of slacks, dress shoes, and a polo, at the very least. Even so, he doesn't look half as out of place as you do, as you feel. With his aviators propped on his aquiline nose and a careless smile, he's got half of the bridesmaids swooning at him.

Meanwhile, you're sitting in a corner with Sophie's twin Will. He's the reason why the other groomsmen won't even look at you - him and Sophie, that is. They'd both put the fear of god into the groomsmen to stay away from you. But Rooster wasn't there when they gave that particular lecture. So he must not like you for a wholly different reason.

"You're staring, missy!" Will's whisper startles you out of your head. He's smirking at you as you turn to him, his bright blue eyes glinting mischievously in the sunlight slanting through the floor-to-ceiling windows. "If I didn't know any better, I'd assume that you liked him!"

You roll your eyes and scratch your temple with your middle finger just as your teacher finishes his lecture on the need for passion in tango. You'd normally be fascinated, but with the final dress fitting, planning the bachelor and bachelorette parties, and coordinating with the wedding planner and caterer, this dance feels like the last item on a very long list of priorities. You’re supposed to be doing this with Rooster, planning the bachelor and bachelorette parties. But he’s been deployed for months and used it as an excuse to the greatest effect on Greg and Sophie. With the extra additional load, you feel like a rubber band stretched too tight already. Add in the dance and you’re going to snap under the pressure.

“Can I have the Best Man and Maid of Honor partnered together, please?”

You ignore the chittering giggles of the bridesmaids and Will’s knowing chuckle as well as the sudden nerves that make your hands shake as you place your hand in Rooster’s own. His hand is warm and secure, the pads of his fingers calloused as they send gooseflesh prickling down your back. You’re instantly over-aware of everything about him, from the scent of his cologne to the amber sparks in his whiskey eyes.

But the minute you start dancing with him, all of the electricity in your veins at the proximity of his presence fades into pure, abject, abhorrent, hatred. He may look like sin, but the man can’t dance to save his life. He’s supposed to be leading you, but instead he seems to be jerking you around on the dance floor. You bump into his hard angular body so many times that by the time the dance is done, you feel like one enormous bruise and there is a flush rising on your cheeks. All of the other partners get praises. You and Rooster get a disappointed look and a heaving sigh. You’re not done for the day either. You and Rooster get put through the same routine over and over again until your feet ache in your pinching shoes and his half smirk has turned into a full frown.

When the others get dismissed, you and Rooster stay put, as you have to rehearse the moves for the solo dance the two of you are gifting Greg and Sophie. You have to admit that you were wrong in your earlier assumption. Rooster can dance, in fact he’s perfect when he’s leading your second instructor, Maria, around on the floor. They’re a striking couple out there on the dance floor. You do just fine with Rodrigo as well. But when you’re paired with Rooster again, it’s a train wreck to put it mildly. You bite the inside of your cheek with each stumble and each glancing blow that has you colliding with his chest.

“I’m afraid, miss and sir, this is all the time I have for you today. Please practice during the week, and we’ll see you both on Saturday morning?” You’re forced to agree to Rodrigo and Maria’s request, if only for Sophie, for wanting to give Sophie the best wedding she can have. You gather your things slowly, waiting until Maria and Rodrigo have exited the practice room before whirling around to look at Rooster again. He’s sitting on the floor with that ridiculous Hawaiian shirt off and his bare chest glistening with sweat. With his eyes closed, pink lips parted, and his dog tags resting between his pecs, he looks like a piece of art one of the greats puts on canvas. He’s also one of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen. Looking at him takes all of the fire out of your words and changes them.

“We suck at this dancing thing, huh?” You sit down next to him, proffering your water bottle to him.

“We don’t suck at the dancing thing. You danced beautifully with Rodrigo, sweetheart.” That one easy endearment spilling from his lips nearly strikes you dumb. He chugs the water greedily and it takes every bit of control you have to prevent yourself from tracing one stray droplet with your tongue as it drips down his neck. “We just suck at dancing with each other.”

“Yeah.” You’re not sure why your voice sounds so breathy.

“Maybe we should do as Rodrigo and Maria said and practice? When are you free in the evenings?” You weren’t expecting this from him, not at all. You were just about to suggest the same thing and expected it to be like pulling nails to get him to agree to your request.

“I’m free most evenings, actually. But let’s make a deal. When we meet up, it has to be half dance practice and half Bachelor and Bachelorette party planning, okay?” At his nod, you put your schedule into his phone along with his phone number. You pretend not to notice how he shrugs the shirt back on, leaving it unbuttoned to his sternum.

“Let’s meet tomorrow night at 6pm at my place? I just texted you the address. I have a house off-base with a brick patio. It would be perfect to rehearse on.” You’re a little shocked at how sweet he’s being as he walks you out of the studio with his hand at the small of your back.

“Text me what you want for dinner and from where, and I’ll bring it over?” Your smile is soft as he opens your car door for you and closes it softly once you’re belted in.

“Deal. Drive safe, sweetheart.”

You have to pinch yourself as you watch his tall form diminish in your rear view mirror. Is this the same Rooster Bradshaw who couldn’t speak two words to you every other time you’ve met him? Where was this suave, sweet man every other time you’ve interacted with him?

The enigma of Rooster Bradshaw stays with you as you shower and settle onto your couch with your sad dinner of leftovers. That is, of course, when your phone rings.

“Hey Sophie!” You’re always happy to talk to your best friend.

“Hey! So Melissa called. She said that you and Bradley were a train wreck today during your tango lessons?” Your sigh is soft as you tell your best friend the whole story.

“God, sweetheart, that sounds rough. If you really can’t get along with him, you don’t have to do the dance just to make me happy.” This is why Sophie is your best friend ever. Your happiness matters just as much as her own. She’s not happy, though, when you tell her that.

“We’ll be fine, Soph. I’m going to his place tomorrow night to practice.” You have to pull the phone away from your ears at the decibel level her piercing squeal hits and let your best friend’s joy wash your bad mood away. When you fall asleep that night, it’s with a clear resolve to make sure this dance goes better. You just have to think of Sophie's face shining with happiness at one of her wedding gifts, right?

Your resolve is flagging just a little when you pull into Rooster Bradshaw’s driveway at 5:50 PM sharp the next day, though. It’s been a day from hell. You’d woken up late and had to rush to work. Not to mention how you’d been running from meeting to meeting all day either. Dancing isn’t even on your list for the night, which has in particular order, a shower, food and sleep. But you’d promised and you don’t welch out on your responsibilities.

Rooster doesn’t look any better than you do when he opens the door and lets you in. His house is different from what you expected. It doesn’t look like a bachelor’s place at all. There are pictures all over the walls with a man who looks just like him and a gorgeous blonde woman and a little boy. You recognize that little boy as Rooster the further into the house you walk. You can track every moment of his life on these walls.

“Your house is great.” You trace your fingers lightly over one of the frames, straightening it.

“Thanks. My mom left it to me when she passed away. It’s pretty much the same as when she left it.” His words make you feel like shit for thinking all of the unflattering things about him that you have been.

“It feels like a home.” His eyes are misty when you meet them, and you busy yourself with pulling the food out of the tote bag you’d had the restaurant pack it in.

“I grabbed dinner from that place you suggested. I’ve never been but I know that I’m going to have to go there again. It smelled so good when I walked in.” Your voice is light as you fold the bag up.

“Here are the plates. Would you like a glass of wine?” At your nod, he grabs the bottle off of the counter and pours you a healthy glass.

“Let’s eat out on the patio?” At your nod, he’s quick to grab the plates and lead the way. All you’re holding is the cutlery, and the glasses of wine.

Rooster’s backyard is gorgeous. There are small lights strung over the fence and as the ground slopes downwards, you can see the beach and the blue of the sea close enough to touch.

“It’s beautiful out here.” Your words make him flush, just a little as he sets the plates down and grabs the glasses from you.

“Thanks. This yard is why my mom had my dad buy this house.” His smile is soft and fond as he takes in the salty sea air and beautiful view.

“You sound like you were happy here with them.”

“Yeah, I was. But for too short a time.” He pulls your chair out for you before taking his own seat.

“So, about this dance. I figure that we can’t dance with each other because we don’t know each other. So why don’t we take this week to get to know one another in addition to practicing?” His words take you slightly unawares as you nibble on the piece of garlic bread on your plate.

“Okay. So what do you want to know about me?” Maybe you shouldn’t have asked that question.

“How did you meet Sophie?” That’s a question you’re only too happy to answer.

“Why, Rooster? Your parents can’t have named you that.” His smile is more smirk as he explains that his first name is Bradley and that his callsign is Rooster.

It seems like time passes in a blink. When you check your phone, you see that it’s already 8 o’clock and your plates are empty in front of you.

“Maybe we should actually practice, now?” You’re smiling as you say the words, a smile that’s mirrored on his face.

This time, the electricity dancing through your veins magnifies when Rooster takes your hand in his. Each touch of your body to his makes your body sing as you move through the routine near perfectly. You run through the routine four times, getting used to each other as you do so.

“That’s not so bad, now, is it?” His voice sounds like whiskey feels dripping warm down your throat.

“No, that wasn’t bad at all. You’re not a half bad dancer, Bradley.” His eyes keep glancing between yours and your lips.

“Nor are you, sweetheart.” You can feel the heat of his breath across your lips and that’s what makes you snap.

You kiss him before you know what you’re doing, your lips crashing against his with a force you never knew you were capable of. It’s wet and filthy, each brush of his lips against yours sending your heart rate sky-rocketing. His tongue finds its way into your mouth as you unbutton the floral shirt covering his broad shoulders. He tastes like sweet tomatoes and wine, with herby basil and something that you can’t place. When he pulls away, his lips are spit-slicked and you’ve succeeded in undoing every button on his shirt but one. The sight has a needy moan spilling out from between your lips.

“Baby. Sweetheart. We can’t do this. We barely know each other.” You just tug him in closer, kissing his cheek and neck as you sway to the beat of the song still playing in the background.

“We can get to know each other better, Bradley. Unless there’s someone else?” You’re poking a little, but you haven’t felt this good in a man’s arms in your whole life.

“There’s nobody else. But our priority has to be Greg and Sophie right now. So why don’t you go sit down and I’ll bring you a glass of water? Then we can discuss the bachelor and bachelorette parties?” Your pout must be a thing to behold because Bradley’s eyes twinkle with the force of his laughter as he pecks your lips one more time. “I promise I’ll kiss you goodnight?”

You’re as good as gold the rest of the night, arousal simmering under your skin at every innocent touch. It doesn’t take very long at all to decide what you’re doing for the combined bachelor and bachelorette parties. So you’re expectant as you stand by the open door of your car for your goodnight kiss a couple of hours later.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Your goodnight kiss is sweet yet full of a filthy promise as he cups your ass in his big hands and tugs you in until you’re pressed against his chest.

“Goodnight.” You’re smiling like a silly fool the whole way home. If you make yourself cum on your fingers at the scent of Bradley Bradshaw on your skin while lying in your bed that night, he’s the only person who’ll know, especially since you called him yourself. His resulting moan as he spilled over his fingers is something you’re not sure you’ll forget anytime soon.

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A Letting Go (chapter 1: The Woman)

(HEY EVERYONE LOOK AT ME I STARTED A NEW FIC!! This was an idea I had actually before the last comic even dropped, but I had a hard time figuring out how I was going to execute it. Last night, though, I had a very rough time sleeping but one of good thing that came out of that was I suddenly figured out how I could make this story work. This is gonna be a multi chapter probably so if you like it lemme knowwww okay pls enjoy)

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Over the years, Flo had grown to look forward to the yearly talk with Dell the day following New Year's Day. This year, it was over the phone and not in person, but Flo didn’t mind at all. No matter what, she was always anchored by the sound of his voice and his easygoing talk.

“So, how are all the kids?” She asked, one hand gripping the phone while the other stirred some creamer into her mug of coffee.

Dell chuckled. “They’re great! God, they’re so much fun, I love getting to spend time with all of them during the holidays! I hope we’ll be able to get together during Easter, too, that’d be a fun time,”

Flo smiled to herself, bringing up the coffee mug to sip at it. “Yeah, I bet that would be fun. I could see Jeremy putting together an Easter egg hunt or something — has he done that before? You should suggest that to him,”

“He’s done everything with those kids, wouldn’t surprise me if he has,” Dell pointed out. He paused for a moment, and then remarked, “We missed you this year, you know. Will we see you next year? Or at Easter, maybe?”

“I…” she trailed off, gripping the handle of her mug. “Maybe. I don’t know, I’ll see what my schedule looks like.”

“Uh-huh,” Dell took this in. “Y’know…you don’t need to keep yourself busy all the time. Not anymore, right?”

Flo sighed, setting the mug down on the table. “I know…it’s just…not doing much makes me feel antsy. I dunno, I don’t like to stay still.”

“Yeah, I feel that,” Dell agreed. “But wouldn’t you like to take some time away? The world won’t fall apart if you take a break.”

“Look, I know, and I appreciate you caring,” Flo assured him. “But those ladies need me. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one at that damn shelter who actually wants to help them…”

Dell hummed. “You’re a sweetie, Flo, but I doubt that’s the case. From what it sounds like, it’s a great place. You’re important too, you know that?”

Tears pricked at Flo’s eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. “Yeah, I know,” she managed to say, trying to keep her voice even. “Thanks, Engie.”

“No problem, Miss P,” he replied. “I won’t keep you any longer — when did you say your shift started?”

Flo checked the clock on the wall. “In an hour, but I haven’t showered yet. I woke up kinda late,”

“Ya better get to it, then!” Dell laughed. “I’ll say hi to everyone for you, hope we can meet up soon!”

“Me too!” Flo agreed.

When the call ended, she sat at the table in silence for a long moment, eyes fixated on her cup of coffee. She eventually picked it up and drank the last of the liquid before getting up to head to the shower.

Three of her coworkers were already standing in the break room, chatting about something, when Flo arrived for her shift at the Lady of Mercy Women's Shelter. Flo couldn't resist listening to the other women as she poured herself a cup of water from the water cooler in the corner.

“She really hasn’t said a word since last night?” Nicole asked, astounded.

“Nope, not a single one!” Michelle affirmed. “I thought she was Deaf, but she got a quick checkup from the nurses and they said her ears seem fine. She’s probably mute or something,”

Flo turned around, taking a step closer to the group, intrigued by what she was hearing. Michelle continued talking.

“We suspected she had fled from an asylum, but she has no ID and there are no missing people who match her description! It’s so weird, it’s like she just came out of nowhere…”

“Who are you talking about?” Flo spoke up, stopping the gossip in its tracks.

“Flo, hi!” Michelle greeted her with a grin, turning to meet her gaze. Her teeth were so white they hurt to look at. “I’m just telling them about what the night shift people said happened last night,”

“The police brought in a random lady!” Theresa spoke up. “I guess they just found her wandering in the woods, didn’t know what to do with her, so they just dumped her here with us.”

Flo’s heart sank at hearing that. “Oh, that’s terrible. Is she still here?”

“Yeah, she’s in a separate room,” Nicole confirmed. “I saw her — I can’t tell how old she is, probably in her fifties? I tried to talk to her but she just stared at me! It was creepy…”

Flo started to say something about Nicole calling a homeless woman "creepy," but the door suddenly opened.

“Don’t you all have somewhere to be?” Regina Gardener, the head of staff, called out to them. “We got some ladies in need of blankets, who’s in charge of laundry?”

“That’d be me!” Theresa bounced away from the group.

As the rest of her colleagues scattered off to start their day tasks, Flo completed her water cup and tossed it in the garbage. Her heart ached for the woman, and her thoughts kept returning to her. She would have to visit her; perhaps she might learn something from her.

Yet Flo didn’t come across the woman at all during her morning rounds. She gathered lost objects to place in the lost and found bin, assisted with changing bed linens, and took the opportunity to sit and chat with a few women. All of this was routine for her by now, so she figured she’d come across the new woman at some point.

When Flo finally saw her, it was in the cafeteria. While on lunch duty, she walked past one of the tables and heard another employee talking.

It was Tasha, and she was saying, “Look, honey, you’re gonna have to communicate with us somehow. You know sign language? Charades? Can you at least write something down?”

Flo looked to the table and saw Tasha pushing a pencil and a piece of loose leaf paper toward the woman. The woman just stared silently at the paper and pencil, staying completely still. Flo could only see the back of the woman’s head from where she was standing, but she could see just how messy her hair was. It looked like she hadn’t bathed in ages.

As it was clear that Tasha was becoming frustrated with the lack of response, Flo decided to step in. “Hey, Tasha! How’s it going over here?”

Tasha scoffed. “She won’t say a word! I’ve been trying all day, she just sits and stares! She can hear just fine from what I heard, so I don’t know what the issue is.”

Flo pulled up a chair, joining the two at the table. “Well, let me try!” She cleared her throat, saying, “Hi, ma’am! You can call me Miss Pauling,” she gestured to her name tag. “Can you tell me your name?”

The woman stayed silent, but after a second or two, she turned to look at Flo. Instantly, Flo felt her heart drop into her stomach at the face she saw staring back at her. It was a face she knew all too well, and one she thought she would never see again…yet here she was.

“Helen?” Flo managed to ask, dread and confusion filling her instantly. A million questions raced through her mind, but she was too stunned to ask any of them.

Tasha’s brow furrowed. “What? Flo, do you know her?”

Helen just stared back, still saying nothing. The blank expression on her face was somehow the most terrifying thing Flo had seen in years.

Flo found her voice after a moment. “I need a minute,” she managed to say, rising to her feet and staggering out of the cafeteria.

“What the hell? Flo!” Tasha called after her, but Flo didn’t turn back.

She made it to the staff bathrooms, where she hid inside one of the stalls and bolted the door shut. She tried to catch her breath, shaking like a leaf as she pressed her face against the wall.

“There’s no way I just saw that,” she said out loud to no one. She rubbed her eyes a few times — maybe she was just tired. Her eyes could be playing tricks on her. After all, a lot of middle-aged women at the shelter reminded her of Helen, why should this one be different?

But it had to be her. Something about the blank expression in her eyes shook her to her core in a way nothing else had in recent years.

If it was Helen…how? How on earth would that be possible?

Flo’s thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door opening. A pair of feet shuffled in, and Flo knew instantly that it was Michelle.

“Michelle?” Flo opened the stall door, voice trembling.

Michelle stood over the sink, frantically scrubbing a stain out of her blouse. “Out of all of the days I had to spill jello on myself, it just had to be the day I was wearing my mom’s white blouse, wasn’t it?!” Michelle ranted to no one. She spotted Flo’s reflection in the mirror, though, and paused what she was doing to turn around. “Flo? Jesus, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

Flo stepped further out of the stall, brushing her hair away from her eyes. “I think I have,” she swallowed, wringing her hands. “Hey: what else do you know about that woman? The one with no ID?”

“Well…” Michelle leaned against the sink. “The police searched through the files of missing people and found nothing, then they ran her fingerprints and were unable to find a match. Oh, and they also couldn’t figure out where her clothes came from! She was wearing some weird dress, we had to throw it out because it was so dirty. That’s all I know. Why do you ask?”

“Because…” Flo took a breath. “I-I think I know her,” she closed her eyes, trying to think of how she was going to go about explaining this to Michelle. “See, before I took a job here—,”

As it turned out, Michelle wasn’t interested in knowing the backstory. “Oh, my gosh! Flo, you know her?! This is great! Does she have any family you can call? Maybe they can come get her!”

Flo’s voice faltered. “She…doesn’t have any family.”

Michelle’s face fell. “No siblings?”

“No.”

“No husband?”

“Nope.”

“No kids?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

Michelle processed this. “Goddamn…she’s alone! Wow. That’s…fucked up.”

Flo stared at the floor. “Yeah,” was all she could say. ‘Fucked up’ didn’t even begin to cover it.

A pause passed between them, before Michelle suggested, “If you know her, maybe you could take her in for a while!”

Flo’s head popped back up. “What?!”

Michelle went on, "Maybe being around all these people is stressing her out; she could fare better in a quieter environment! Can you take her in?"

“I don’t…” Flo started to disagree, but she stopped herself.

If this, somehow, was actually Helen…this could be some kind of front she was putting on. If they got alone together, without all these people around, that front might drop. Despite her desire to leave that chapter of her life behind, Flo couldn't help but feel as if a fresh door had suddenly opened for her. What lay on the other side of that door was anyone’s guess.

“Okay,” she managed to say, taking in another long breath. “Let me just…see if Regina will let me take her.”

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PLUMMER

A/N: I'm late like always! But when writers block and life interfere, I'm late. Here ya go! @therealbattleangel

Warnings: slight cussing

Parings: Tom Grant x Reader

Word count: 2k

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You just moved into your new place, It was small but it quickly became a home for you, something that rarely happens when moving.

With every new place it came with some defective parts and right now you kept on struggling with this one.

"Come on you piece of shit!" You said trying to untied the bolt that held the tube and sink connected.  You had googled why it wasn't draining or why a musky rotten smell came out of it.  You managed to use some chemicals and got rid of the smell, thank god, but the drainage still kept on going slow. So now you were trying to open the tube and see if something was stuck in there, that is what the nice man on YouTube said.

You cursed a few times when the thing wasn't budging. You grown frustrated and accidentally hit one of the water lines making it burst open.

"What the fuck!" The cool water kept on hitting your chest and face as you tried to reach over and shut the water line off. You gasped a couple of times feeling the water run up your nose until you finally switched it off.

"Shit" you said and grabbed a dry towel and your phone. You dialed the previous owners phone number and began laying dry towels on the floor trying to clean up the mess.

"Hello?"  The lady picked up and you quickly stopped what you were doing.

"Yes, Hi. I'm Y/n, the person who moved bought your trailer." You hear her gasp and tried making conversation but you were freezing your ass off and there was still a leaking pipe.

"Sorry for my rambling. What do you need honey?" You faked a laugh and said that 'it's okay! I enjoyed the talk' which was a load of shit. You were fed up with the damn sink!

"Do you have a handy man? Or someone who is a plumber? The bathroom sink isn't working right and I think that I made it worst." You heard a shuffling from the other line.

"Oh goodness. I actually do have someone I  mind. I'll give him a call and he'll be ther in less than five minutes if he is home." You sighed relieved and thanked the lady before hanging up. You began cleaning the water and putting the wet towels in the hamper when there was a knock on the trailer door.

"Coming!" You yelled and rushed to the door. You swung it opened almost hitting the person.

"You the guy?" You asked looking back into the bathroom making sure it was clean.

"Yeah." His voice sounded charming that you snapped your head back towards him. His brown eyes caught yours in a flash. He was incredibly handsome for a guy around these parts.

"Tom." He stretched out his hand and you shook it. His touch sent a shock to your body that you quickly removed your hand from his.

"Y/n. Come in! Bathroom is far end." You moved aside and let him through. Tom walked in and you pointed at the bathroom door. He winked at you and made his way. You were stuck with a blush running up your cheeks that you had to slap you cheek to snap out of it.

"What's the problem?" You followed behind him and explained what had happened, also your little fit costing one of the water lines. He kneeled down and began inspecting the sink. You kept on missing the side glances that Tom gave you while you kept on trying to clean up the water.

"Yeah-" you cut him off.

"Yeah what?" You said looking at him.

"The water line is fucked and I have to unscrew the pipe to see what is stuck in there." He said. You sighed annoyed knowing that, that was the reason why you were trying to unscrew it in the first place.

"I know." You mentioned and scooted closer towards him and began pointing out stuff under the sink. His eyes where glued to the way your wet hair stuck cutely to your face and how your lips moved, let's also mention how your wet shirt exposed some skin.

"Hello?" You waved your hand making him look away and closed his eyes.

"You okay?" You asked feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Yeah it's that your wet shirt is a bit distracting and kind of sexy." He bluntly says. Your eyes snap down and see what he was referring. Your arms try and cover yourself but fail making you look ridiculous.

"Oh shit!" You said and ran towards your tiny bedroom slamming the door shut. Tom laughed and used one of the tools that he had on him to try and twist the screw, but he was struggling the same way you did. You on the other hand placed your hand on your chest feeling yourself breath heavily.

"You stupid fuck!" You angrily whispered to yourself when you see yourself in the mirror. You struggle to take off your wet clothes and drop it on the floor with a wet slap and rush to get a dark colored shirt. While making sure that you looked somewhat presentable a knock on your bedroom door made you jump.

"Its Tom! " you ridiculously rush towards the door and swing it open hitting your head with the edge.

"Yeah?" You rubbed your head and looked at him. He had a sweet smile on his face just taking your breath away.

"I see why you struggled. The last person sealed it pretty tight." He leaned against the doorframe and winked at you again. Heat took over your cheeks and it made him feel confident.

"You got to stop that." You said making him smile brightly.

"What?" Tom played dumb.

"I don't even know you and you just began flirting right off the top." You began feeling small as he scooted a bit closer to you.

"Whose fault was it to open their door to a single guy while they had their little wet tshirt contest." You ducked your head trying to hide the redness.

"It wasn't intentional, alright." You responded.

"I know..." he enjoyed how your ears turned a cute pink and how a strand of hair stuck against your cheek.

"You know..." he gently removed the strands of hair from your cheek.

"After I fix the sink, imma need some type of payment."  Your mind quickly went dirty and snapped your head up.

"What?! I bearly know you and you want-" he raised his hands to stop you. He understood that his words sounded inappropriate but his intentions were innocent. He laughed at your cute face and pulled away.

"I was wondering if you could pay me with a date." His demeanor turned shy and childish.

"You know, an Ice cream date by the beach side." You froze and made eye contact with him for a few seconds.  You knew that once he finished his sentence you had already screamed 'yes' in your head. Now you just needed to be vocal about it.

"Okay..." you said. He smiled brightly and backed out of your room, fumbling with a wrench he had in hand.

"Only if you fix the sink!" You yelled.

"Got it!" He exclaimed and jogged to the bathroom.

You patently waited as he finished the sink. You couldn't help but glance at him from your kitchen. He was incredibly attractive that you felt as if you're in a dream.

"Tom?" You called with a glass of lemonade in hand. He was screwing on the waterline and looked up at you.

"Need any help?" He shook his head and stood up.

"Just finished." He smiled when you handed him the glass.

"Good lemonade." He finished it and handed back the glass. The two of you stayed quiet and enjoyed each other's company when he looked at his watch.

"Its getting late if we want to get that ice cream." You nodded and grabbed your phone and wallet. The walk to the ice cream shop was long but seemed short while Tom kept on flirting with you.

"Two swirls, please." Tom said and payed the ice cream.  He handed it to you and he took a huge bite of his.

"Oh God. You know you're supposed to enjoy the ice cream." You giggled.

"Its hot. It'll melt fast." He responded and grabbed your free hand unexpectedly. You took advantage and began feeling his hand. It was rough and really warm while yours were clamy. You wanted to pull away but his hand tightened and began pulling you.

"Woah!" You said when he started jogging.

"Hurry! We're going to miss it!" You were confused but kept up with him. He kept on pushing pass people and got closer to the beach.

"What?! What are we going to miss?!" The now, night sky began lighting up. You looked up and see bright colors and kids yelling excitedly.

Tom slowed down and found a perfect rock for the two of you. The view was beautiful with the lighting making the ocean look like if it was dancing.

"Fireworks! How'd you know?!" Your eyes shined as you sat down on top of the rock. It had been a while since you've seen them, that you pointed each one that you found pretty. Tom kept his eyes on you. On how your lips curled up into a big grin or how your eyes spark. Tom missed all of the fireworks but he didn't complain. He was amazed by the view in front of him.

"That was amazing!" You had forgotten about your ice cream that had turned into a small puddle next to you.

"Thank you." You said and looked at Tom.

"Welcome." He softly said and sat closer towards you. Once more the two of you fell quiet enjoying the ocean breeze and waves.

"Do you believe that it takes 8 seconds for someone to fall in love?" Tom broke the silence making you look back at him.

"I've never heard of that..." you scooted closer towards him making eye contact.

"But I've come to believe that now." You began leaning in and he did the same. You could feel his warm breath hitting your lips making your breathing shallow.

His lips hovered over yours when cold water hit the two of you. You gasp and pull away covering your face.

"What the-" Tom yelled when a group of kids that lived around the neighborhood began giggling with water guns in hand. You had met the kids when you moved in. They wanted to help you with the heavy stuff.

"Tom and y/n sitting on a rock K.I.S.S.I.N.G-" Tom jumped off and began running towards them making them scatter. You decided to join him and go after the one who is the leader.

"Kids! Leave them alone!" One of the mothers yelled.

"Its time to go!" Another one called making all the kids whine.

"Aw man!" They bid their goodbyes and raced to their mothers. Tom and you were worn out.

"I think it's time to go home." You huffed trying to catch your breath. Tom had plastered himself on the sand. You reached out your hand and waited for him.

"Wanna walk me home, handsome?" Tom blushed but took your hand and got up.

"Sure." He lead the way without letting go of your hand. Once you let go of his hand and took a few steps toward your door.

"I had fun, Tom." You said genuinely and turned to him.

"So did I, Y/n." You finally leaned into him and pulled him into a kiss. It surprised Tom but he pulled you into him more.

The kiss was slow and tender, it felt right.

"I'll call you later...Goodnight." You pulled away leaving him speechless.

"Goodnight." He managed to say and waited until you had gone inside and closed your door. You quickly rush towards your bedroom window and look out.

"YES, YES YES!" You see Tom jump and blow kiss at your home before running away.

You flopped into your bed and began remembering what had happened throughout the day. How could you have kissed someone on the first day of meeting him. You placed your hand on your chest and felt your heart soaring.

You clean up the mess in your bathroom and get ready for bed still having a smile plastered on your face.

"Oh god!" You crash on your bed and try to get some sleep while having the day in mind.

[fangirlstorycreator]

CK Terry X Reader

Context: You get into a naughty mood when you see Terry working out...😏💚

Contains: S#xual content, rough oral s#x, dirty talk

Ever since Terry had taken over Cobra Kai with John, he had been working very hard, both mentally and physically. He was always one to do workouts at home, he would use many diffrent pieces of equipment and just general exercises, but one of the things you loved watching, was when he was on the training dummy. You could see how muscular and gorgeous his body was, and you enjoyed every moment as he worked out. Terry being Terry, he had his own personal gym at the house, but he did often use the dojo to release some pent up tention or just to burn some energy. It was on one of these days...that your impulsive thoughts took control....

John wasn't working today, he told you both that he had a date with a lady he met, so it was just you and Terry in the dojo. Terry and you had been teaching your own separate lessons at the same time, so when you both finished, you were so busy packing things away that you didn't have a chance to chat. But that's ok, he was your boyfriend after all, and you lived with him. You had just finished putting your mats and equipment away when 2 of your last students were just leaving your training room, you walk out after them into the main room and just grabbed a bottle of water from the front desk. It was lovely and quiet now, noone else there...wait a second? Where's Terry?

You stay as quiet as you can, and that's where you hear grunting and the sound of loud thumps. This could only mean one thing, he was working out in the back room again. Walking towards the backroom, that's where you open the door and see Terry throwing many punches on the adults training dummy. You've seen this look on his face before, he was stressed about something, and he was trying to release the tention he was feeling.

Part of you didnt want to disturb him....and that part was your uncontrollable feelings towards him as you see his body move. You adored Terry, and you loved how sexy he was, especially like this. Seeing his muscles flex, the sweat on his brow, he just looked so god damn hot. His hair was getting a little messy, and that just made him look even better, you couldn't deny how your body reacted to him, but the other part of you was stronger, the part that was wondering why he was stressed. "Babe?"

Terry stops when he hears you calling him, he wasn't expecting you to be standing in the door way. "Sweetheart" "Terry, what's wrong?" "You could tell huh?" "I know you babe, I know this is what you do when you want to release pent up frustration" You say as you walk a little closer towards him. "Talk to me, what's bothering you?" "It's nothing really" "Tell that to the training dummy you've been beating" This makes him smile just a little, and he walks towards the big black box with his things, to take off his dojo gloves.

"One of my new students was pushing his luck in my lesson just now" "Oh? What did they do?" "He was rude, and answered back to me. It didn't stop me from putting him in his place though. You know me sweethert, noone talks to me like that without learning that the hard way" "I get that, but that's happened a few times where a student has tried to talk back to you. What's got you so riled up with this one? Did he say something that upset you?" "He did....we spoke privately in the corner as the other students carried on, but he apparently had previously seen me kiss you while we have been working hear" "So? Why would-....babe, what did he say?" "He...he told me you should be with someone your own age...not and old age pensioner"

"That #sshole! How dare he say this to you?!" "Its fine though, I might have given him a few souvenirs to go home with, they should be turning purple around about now" he says with a smirk. "Good, he deserves a few bruises, how dare he think he can just say that to you. Oh Terry, what he said wasn't true" "I know, I do know it's not true. I can't deny it did anger me though, why do people think they can just comment on peoples relationships like that?" "Because people can be real #ssholes Terry" "Your right sweetheart....your happy right? With me?" "Did you honestly just say that? Of course I'm happy with you Terry, your the most wonderful man I've ever known" "I just wonder if me being this age is something you would want to change"

You walk up to him, and give him a big kiss straight on his lips. "There is nothing, absolutely nothing I would ever change about you Terry. In my eyes, got are absolute perfection" "Your sweet to say that" "I'm being honest Terry. I love everything about you, your personality, the way you treat me, everything. And physically, well there have been many times we've had to buy new beds, I'm sure you can remember" "How could I forget" He chuckles at you. "Terry I don't think you realise quite how attractive you really are. You may not know this, but as I was stood in that doorway, my body was talking to me as I watched you" "Oh really? And what was it saying to you?" "Its was saying, how can this man be so god damn sexy? How lucky am I that I get to sleep next to this man every single night? Kiss his lips, run my hands over his strong muscles...leave bite marks on his skin..."

He chuckles again, his hands finds your hips as you continue. "I love when you leave bite marks on me sweetheart....especially my shoulder...." "Its the best place I can do it if you've got me pinned to the bed like that" "You've got that right" "See? There's that gorgeous smile I love so much. I love you Terry, and no matter what anyone says, that will never change" "I love you too sweetheart" He gives you a sweet kiss, but it gradually gets more and more needy, your hand moving up his chest and grabbing the neckline of his vest top, pulling him in closer. "Mmmm, you have no idea how much I want you right now Terry..." "Oh yeah?...well maybe I can-" (noise: Loud knocking and front door opening) "Hello? Terry? Y/N?" That sounds like John, you and Terry thought he was busy tonight?

Terry walks up to the edge of the room, there is a window to the main room and it's got a wall underneath it, that's where he sees John in the main room, holding two outfits in clear bags. You slip out of sight as Terry speaks to John "John? What are you doing hear?" Terry asks as he leans against this little window, it's high enough to only show Terry's upper chest and face. "Hey Terry, oh? You on your own?" "Uh?" Terry turns to see where you've gone, but your stood not far away, putting your finger to your lips to tell him not to say anything, your playful side is coming out, and he can sence that. "Uh yep, yep it's just me hear. What's up? Why are you back hear? Didn't you have a date?" Terry asks John why he's hear as you crawl over to Terry and kneel inbetween his waist and the wall, slowly rubbing your hand over his quickly growing bulge.

He cant help but quickly glance down at you with a devilish smile on your face, loving the danger of this whole moment. "I do have a date Terry, I just cant decide which outfit to wear. Can you give me any advice?" Terry thinks about what he can say, but with you pulling out his cock and delicately licking the most sensitive part of his tip, he shudders and closes his eyes, trying so hard to keep calm and focused. "Uuuhhh, I think that hhmmm" "Are you alright Terry?" "Yeh yeh, sorry I uhh, I've just got this headache" He carries on giving John more advice on which outfit to choose, then you take him into your mouth and start to suck little by little, taking him into your mouth more with each suck. "Thanks for your advice Terry. Hey? Where's Y/N tonight? She's so busy, she's usually got her hands full"

Your feeling so turned on and so wet, it's then that you push it a little further and swallow his entire cock, having him completely in your throat, it makes Terry grunt in such a way, he pretends it's a headache again. But one of his hands moves down and entangled itself in the back of your hair, keeping you right there, keeping him inside you. "She does have her hands full, more of less...so uhh, I've got to close up now John, I hope you have a great night" "Yeh, thanks Terry, see you tomorow" You couldn't breath, but this was just making you more excited now that he was in control of your mouth, he didn't let you go until he heard the front door close and he saw John leave. "Uh f#ck! Holy sh#t sweetheart! You took all of me when John was right there, you really are a naughty girl arent you?..." "I am Terry....I think you need to teach me a lesson...take control"

"Are you sure you want that sweetheart? You'll only do what I tell you? You know you need to be good at holding your breath..." "You know I am Terry...." He chuckles, and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. "Your pretty little mouth is mine sweetheart, I get to do whatever I want with it...open your mouth for me" Your so sexually excited, you loved when he was a little rougher with you. You open your mouth and stick out your tounge, and his hand snakes behind your head and makes a fist into your hair. "I'm not going easy on you" You take a deep breath, and as soon as you have done that, he stuffs your mouth with his thick cock, not going easy on you at all. He starts to f#ck your mouth, in and out over and over "Oh yes...just like that..." You keep sucking him, the sounds of his grunts is turning you on so much. "Nngah! Look up at me...good girl" His praise was so f#cking hot. "Take a deep breath for me sweetheart, I'm about to fill you up"

You still keep his tip in your mouth as you take in a deep breath through your nose, and the moment you do that, he slides into your mouth and sticks his cock right into your throat. He f#cks it mercilessly as your pinned between his groin and the wall, his hands hold your face at the sides so you can't move, he's in complete control. He's not stopping, he keeps pounding your face, but you love every god damn second of it. You need to breath, you can feel yourself getting light headed and his cock is very big. You manage to move your face to the side for just a moment to take a quick breath, but Terry moves your face back and f#cks your face again. "Naughty girl, you do what I tell you, you just stay there and take all of me...that's it"

Your head is pressed against the wall and the only thing that's moving it Terry's groin as he thrusts into your mouth, your trapped in the best way you could want, and you felt like you were about to cum because it was that exciting for you. "Just stay like that sweetheart, oh f#ck I'm gunna just-just stay like that-take all of me right-!" And then he lets out this inhuman grunt and a delicious moan as he finaly cums, right down your throat. "Uh f#ck, swallow every drop sweetheart, keep su-uh! fuck!" Still being completely inside you, you take every drop as he is almost finished with you, until he finally backs away and you take a big breath and gasp from finaly being able to breath again. Terry is breathless when he backed up, but he sees you on your knees, just smiling at how much you loved that, wiping your lip. "My god Y/N, you really loved that didn't you?" "F#ck yes Terry, I don't know why but that made me feel so wet, I loved you taking control of me like that. We don't do that often, but when you do, holy sh#t it really turns me on" "It was more exciting when there was a little danger of getting caught wasn't there?" "Absolutely! I can't believe John didn't seem me down by your legs...I'm very glad he didn't though" "I'm very glad too...I didn't hurt you at all did I? Is your throat ok? Is it sore?" "Its a little achy, but it's not painful. I'd love to do that again, just not right away" "You have magic powers with that mouth of yours I swear...how about this, I'll lock up and you can go and sit I the car. Then I'll drive us back home and I can show you what good girls get..." "Ooh Terry, I'd love that..."

[silver138]

Perfectly Flawed - Chapter 25

word count - 1.5k warnings - cursing, canon typical violence, sexual assault references, guns & shooting, needle mention, referenced bullying Summary: Spencer and Lina come face-to-face with the unsub.

"Now, why would people be trying to call you, Roxy?" the unsub says, picking up the cell phone and waving it tauntingly in her face.

Moving my eyes to look in the direction of Roxy, I see she's on her knees with her hands tied behind her back. Eye makeup and tears run down her face, and her hair is completely disheveled. She shakes her head, and I can see she has a rapidly purpling bruise on her cheek.  

"I-I don't kn-know!" she sobs.

"Aw, c'mon Roxy, you used to be so much better at lying!" the unsub says, and they walk closer to her, the gun still pointed in my direction. A hand streaks through the air and strikes Roxy in the mouth, her head jerking back from the impact.

As Roxy cries, the unsub turns, and Spencer and I can see them for the first time. She's of average height and build, with green eyes that are full of fury and mousy-brown hair pulled back. 

As Roxy weeps, the unsub rolls her eyes, her aim never wavering, and she says, "Oh my God, Roxy, this is nothing compared to the torture you put me through. What, you don't remember me?"

Roxy slowly shakes her head, and the unsub laughs cruelly, then says, "You really don't remember me? You made my life a living hell for years, and you don't remember me? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you were an absolute bitch to everyone in school, guess it's hard to keep track of casualties. You were even one to Lucas. Oh, poor, sweet Lucas. Tell me, who did you drop him for again?"

"N-Nathan, Nathan Garnett, w-why?" Roxy says, looking up at the unsub.

"I wonder whatever happened to him?" the unsub says, faux innocently.

"W-we got married, why?" Roxy said, voice gaining a slight edge.

"Tell me," the unsub says, turning to hover over Roxy as she keeps the gun trained on me. "Does he still have that limp, or were the surgeons able to fix that?"

"H-he...why are you asking?" Roxy says, confusion clear on her face.

"Did he ever tell you how he got hurt?" the unsub says, gleeful malice glinting in her eyes.

"Y-yeah, it was during a football-" Roxy starts, and the unsub smacks her so hard, that Roxy tips over, and the unsub hauls her back to her kneeling position.

"NO! He got hurt because he tried to rape me, Roxy! I had to kick his knee out of place to get away from him! And you know damn well I wasn't the only one! That's why you're in the process of divorcing him now, isn't it? You found out about his little 'past time'!" the unsub screams at Roxy.

Roxy just starts sobbing and wheezing out apologies, as the unsub gains the look of cruel satisfaction on her face.

During the back and forth between Roxy and the unsub, Spencer's slowly been inching closer to get a better shot to incapacitate the armed woman, but she quickly turns to look at him and shakes her gun, saying, "Ah, ah, ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you. Just stay there, or I'll shoot your little lady friend's head clean off, and I only plan on painting this alley with one person's brains." She turns her head back to Roxy, giving her a wicked smile.

"B-but, you haven't killed anyone yet, you could get a lighter sentence if there are no deaths!" I say without thinking.

The unsub hums and says, "Y'know, I still haven't decided if I'm ok with going to jail, or if I should just off myself after I put this bitch in the ground. My only regret would be I wasn't able to put a bullet between the eyes of good ol' Nate."

"H-hey, just, wait, ok? You said she made your life hell? Do you think you're the only one who was ever bullied in school?" I say shakily.

The unsub snorts and says, "Of course not, most of my friends were bullied by her and her friends. You could consider this a...public service for all the bullied kids. A little bit of good old-fashioned vengeance!"

"But what happens after that? You have to know that you'll be caught, right?" I say.

"Probably, but like I said, I might just shoot myself after," she says with a slightly maniacal grin.

"But you don't have to! If you just...don't kill her, you could probably get less time! Maybe get therapy? You know, therapy really does help..." I say, and I'm cut off by a bitter laugh from her.

"Do you know what I was called all through school because of her? And I mean all of school, from kindergarten till we graduated? Daffy. Daffy Daphne. She used to make all sorts of jokes, that I was crazy, that I was stupid." The unsub says, her gun starting to shake.

"But that's not all she did. No, a nickname wasn't enough, huh? Weekly beatings in middle school. Stealing my clothes after gym in high school. Do you remember the time you tried to run me over with your car? You got away with it because you said 'your brakes failed'. You know, I wish they had, then your ass would have gotten flung into traffic."

Roxy looks at her and says, "Wait...Daphne? Daphne Truman?"

Daphne cackles wildly and says, "Oh, now she remembers me! And now, you'll never forget me!" then swings the gun to point right in Roxy's face. 

"W-wait! Daphne, I'm so, so sorry. I was horrible to you in school, it's true. I...I don't know why I did it, but I'm really, really sorry. Hey, if-if you just let me go, I'll forget all about this, I won't press charges or anything, I swear!" Roxy says, trying to smile at Daphne.

Daphne just looks at her blankly and says, "You can't press charges if you're dead, either."

Roxy goes white at that and starts shaking. Trying to keep her attention on me, I say, "Daphne, I've been bullied too, y'know? I've been called names, made fun of, and hit. But you know what's also happened? I've graduated, gone to college, I've moved. You can get past this and live your life, but not if you shoot her."

Daphne stops, sighs, steps away from Roxy, then says, "Y'know, you're a massive pain in my ass right now, and it's really bringing down my mood. I think I'll practice my aim on you and your little boyfriend here..."

As she aims her gun at Spencer, I panic, tackling him out of the way of the bullet, and I flinch as I hear a gunshot. I look at Spencer, and breathe out, "I'm sorry! Are you ok? You didn't get shot, right?"

He shakes his head, and I look up, expecting Daphne to be looming over us, ready to shoot again, but she's dropped to her knees, clutching her arm. Derek swiftly comes up behind her, kicks her gun away, and proceeds to restrain her.

"Derek!" I cry, getting up from the grimy alley, and helping Spencer up.

"That was some good timing there, Morgan," Spencer says, holstering his gun and heading over to carefully pick up the one Daphne had.

"Yeah! I thought you were checking out the duffle bag that was found?" I ask, moving out of the way as Spencer releases Roxy from her bindings and helps her up.

"After we checked it out, we figured it was a little too convenient it was found right as we were heading to interview Ms. Waters, so we came over here. I thought you guys saw me, that was why you kept talking to the unsub, to keep her distracted until I could get a decent line on her." Derek says, handing Daphne off to the police that showed up shortly after he did.

"No! I-I guess I was trying to talk her down and keep her from hurting anyone, but it didn't work..." I said, leaning against the wall to stay out of everyone's way as they hustled around, grabbing evidence and cleaning up.

"It worked long enough for backup to arrive, and sometimes, that can be the best outcome," Spencer says, leading me out of the alley.

I grimace, fidgeting with my purse and saying, "I-I'm sorry if I hurt you, Spencer. I panicked and I wanted to make sure you didn't get shot. Did you see Derek before he disarmed her?"

He gives me a soft smile and nods, saying, "Yeah. Honestly, I thought you did, too, and that was why you kept engaging with her, to get her to make a mistake."

I shook my head, and he said, "Well, thank you for that. And for trying to get me out of the way of a bullet."

"Y-yeah, no problem, Doc," I say, giving him a shaky smile as we head to the car.

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[tutuandscoot]

Ice Dance Falls, Fails and Flubs

Part 1

1. “Stationary Lift BASE?! “😱🫠

Classic HD fuck up 1.0

By now y’all know my distain for HD, not that I have any love lost for Bock either.. or WeaPo.. or gilorier.. so basically this is me missing VM at 4CC and HOLLERING at the cocky ness HD display for a rushed, messy, careless program with a travelling stationary lift guys come on what are you doing sitting there pep-rallying for +5’s.. you look like idiots. Btw. who tf is this lady on the right ↗️??

Also feat. Evan ‘employee of the month at Taco Bell’ Bates

2. Belbin/Agosto blow it in the Compulsory Dance

They came to these world champs in 2008 expected to win, with the Russians D/S out with injury. But down Tanith goes on a twizzle in the CD.. the point of CD’s is that you are in hold basically the whole time therefore it’s extremely unlikely to fall bc your partner holds you. This put them 6th after the CD, 5th in the OD, rising to 4th after the FD.. they would never win a worlds or Olympics despite being an incredible team* (for the time.. )

3. FP/M- Torino addition

Maybe the funniest thing ever in Ice dance. This happened after at least 3 teams had already had serious falls (including Marie and Patch which I won’t be talking about bc of the seriousness of it- that was not funny) this on the other hand is HILARIOUS. Firstly: the costumes. WHAT? WHY? Maritzio looking like a pimp. Even before the fall this performance reminds me of your cringe aunt and uncle getting up to dance at a wedding. They had not competed since SLC 2002.. we won’t discuss that bc How and WHY- what sport was ID in 2002 where this team wins a medal over Bourne & Kraatz?????

Then.. the fall.. yes BESP uncles.. it was the too much outside edge that did it, that’s where the problems started, never mind mags’ shithouse skating skills.

My favourite part is when she just *reverse Homer Simpson’s out of a hedge* towards him and he does that *nod* as if to say “hey that was pretty damn good” seriously, what a flop, even in the K&c it continues to be hilarious him just man spreading looking at the scores while she looks like she’s gonna kill herself (and him), he’s looking as if ‘yeah that’s not bad’ well you wouldn’t know bro there’s been a new system introduced since you seemingly last stepped on an ice rink.

Just omg.. iconic. all I can think about is god forbid this ever happened to vm and the polar opposite their reaction would be (except S never dropped T and S actually had skating skills)

4. The piece of shit that is Didier Gailhauget

(Thankyou to @iluvausten for finding this for me)

I don’t need to translate this right y’all get it..

This tweet and subsequent result is the reason the acronym LMFAO was invented. Guess the Russian mob didn’t feel like helping out on this one sorry boo 🥲

(And/Or the bby angels were just too damn good)

5. Bourne/Kraatz 2002

This is kinda a sad one..

But what I love is the contrast between B/K reaction and FP/M..

No blame, no hate, no making a scene.

They were in 4th place going into the FD with a good chance of capturing bronze, but fell in the last 5 seconds.

It was so unfortunate but you know what: you skate to MJ you should expect karma..

They finished 4th- same as they had in 1998- a fixed event

6. Classic HD fuck up 2.0, Worlds 2017

I don’t want to talk about this to point where I’m gonna get hate for it and I also don’t want to be that person who says ‘I don’t talk bout what I don’t know’ and then talk about what I don’t know but since this post has a bit of a ‘blunt and direct humour about it’, why do I get the feeling that the whole ‘we don’t have faith in ourselves’ thing was a bit of an act with these two and training with the goats gave them this false sense that they were better than they were and took that cocky confidence too far to the point where (he especially) couldn’t stay on his damn feet?? The whole ‘Gabrois podium sweep’ thing they were going for at these worlds and olys gives me side eye..

Ok. That’s part 1, part 2 coming soon

Reminder this is all in good humour, every team that competes at this level is highly skilled in some respect and then others are just a$$holes🥰

[libertineangel]

Right, here we go then, in today's "sentences I never thought I'd say" here's a bit of a writeup of the fucking Pistols gig. I'm tired as shit, unsurprisingly, so it may not be the most well-written piece I've ever posted but like it's the fucking Sex Pistols so who needs polish anyway?

Half-hour delay starting due to an unspecified medical emergency at front-of-house, but come 9:30PM they walked onstage and Cookie sat right down to give us the kick drum beat in for Holidays in the Sun, and the moment Steve played that classic cascading guitar riff I got slammed against the barrier with the weight of a few hundred jubilant punks. I stayed there the whole gig really, didn't even need a shower when I got home 'cause I was pinned too hard to mosh about enough to get sweaty.

Frank Carter has such a fucking energy about him as a frontman, his vocals and his posturing clearly draw inspiration from Johnny but only insofar as he perfected the performance of these damn songs and if you wanna do it well you have to do it a bit like him, but it was by no means an impersonation or a tribute. He was so clearly enjoying himself so much too, like yes he was full of punk attitude but none of the contempt Johnny always dripped with, this was sheer earnest passion for it all; the rest of the band were loving it too, this is I think my fifth time seeing Cookie and I have never seen him look so happy, so enthusiastic, they all have such chemistry together and are loving breathing new life into these old songs.

Anyway, after Holidays there was no breathing room before the first chord of Seventeen came crashing down, and god did it sound mighty, and just like 1977 - Steve's guitar tone is just like it always was, absolutely perfect sound, after nearly half a century I find it remarkable how bloody dead on he got his setup. Then came the moment to greet us, and a shout & request for applause for the person who caused the medical delay - "we came here intending to kill it but not like that" as Frank put it - before dedicating the next one to the band themselves, launching into New York and launching into the crowd, getting right deep in and spending at least a solid verse singing standing fully upright held up over the crowd.

Pretty Vacant came next and fucking hell it was Pretty Vacant, y'know? I did my best to remember every detail from the gig but on this one I can only tell you it was fucking fantastic, exactly how it should've been, crowd singing it as much as Frank and Glen very much having fun with it. After tearing the roof off with that one Frank took a moment to talk to us, tell us "punk has always been for people on the outside, who don't fit in and feel excluded, and no one feels that more than the ladies, so can we get some room and open this pit up, this one's just for the girls, it's called Bodies."

Whether his instructions were respected or not I couldn't tell, as mentioned I was pinned solidly in place just right of centre, but I can absolutely tell you he gave a real fucking bite to that song, infinitely more than I saw Billy Idol try last year, some may find it a questionable track these days but oh did it fucking work tonight.

Next up, to my mild surprise, was the ostensibly-Pistols-but-basically-Professionals number Silly Thing, which Frank dedicated to the support act Girlband and also sang himself instead of Steve; it's a great bit of crowdpleasing singalong honestly, you can't really go wrong with it. Liar came next and Frank tore the fucking throat out of it (and, to be honest, out of me), and he did say something or play with the crowd first but we're coming up on five hours since it happened so forgive me for forgetting exactly what he said.

Then, with no pause or build-up, came that iconic guitar blast of God Save The Queen King, which was just as fucking brilliant as you'd expect. Crowdsurfers getting pulled out by security every verse, I counted at least five plus Frank himself at one point, someone's water partially over my head (no booze though - been a while since I've felt that actually, guess no one wants to waste their money throwing drink these days), and oh this song has just as much fire as ever and this country just as little future.

If I recall correctly the next one was dedicated to the band too, or maybe Steve specifically I can't quite remember, but anyway it was Submission and it was a fair move to give us a slower one at this point but it by no means lacked energy because of course it fucking didn't, they still all play like they're fucking 20.

Satellite came next and Frank went full fucking Iggy on us, don't think he sang a single word of it from the stage and indeed I didn't even see him except through the phone of the person next to me, hanging off the outside of the fucking railing of the staff access stairs to the balcony for a bit before diving back into the crowd; his movement over our heads also included such moments as "alright put me down a bit - oi gently" and "you've just fully grabbed my bollocks there, thanks mate", because this is not a perfect art.

After returning to the stage he looked out at us and said "I'm staying on the stage for this one, I jumped off those stairs and I can't top that, I'd have to climb up that balcony and I'd fucking die", but about three seconds into the opening chords of No Feelings he said "no I've changed my mind" and launched himself back into the pit.

Then came No Fun, which was a bit ironic considering everyone - crowd and band alike - were so clearly loving every second of this; this was the number in which Frank introduced the rest of the band by name, "the man, the myth, the legend" Steve then (I believe) "the legendary" Paul and finally "the most stylish man on this stage" Glen, each of them doing their own little solo as is custom, after which Frank said to Glen "that was pretty nice, I liked that." Problems and EMI rounded out the front of the gig, and I know I'm forgetting some shit I'd've liked to mention but y'know they were fucking brilliant and that's what's important.

After a bit of an interval they returned, Glen & Steve sat on the drum riser while Frank asked us if we'd like one more, if we'd like two more, then said alright but he'd do it his way - cue spotlight, cue soft guitar, cue the great punk pisstake that wrecked all our throats a little bit more.

Then, finally, I'm sure you can guess which song has been thus far a notable omission, which song rounded out this fucking storming set. It needs no introduction, the great clarion call of a generation sounding once more with as much fire as it ever did, and I couldn't put into words what it's like to scream that legendary rallying cry before the band themselves. It's the fucking Sex Pistols, and it's Anarchy in the UK. Get pissed, destroy.

There may be no future for us, but this music is fucking timeless.