#i did a bar crawl i did an HOUSE PARTY crawl? i made some really good friends i got good grades (?!)

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Tarlos @flufftober day 7: Porch swing

(this one was almost done so I finished it first, day 5 is still coming later today - hopefully)

Swing swing (AO3) TK and Carlos have a quiet moment together during a Reyes family party

A/N: There is a little hint at another fandom/headcanon of mine in there. If you know, you know!

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Carlos took a deep breath as he sat down on the old porch swing, relishing in the peace and quiet for a moment.

He loved his family dearly, but all of them together in one place for an extended period of time could get a little too much.

He heard laughter coming from the garden and kids shrieking and he could picture the scene.

He’d lost TK to his little cousins and nieces and nephews pretty much the second they’d walked through the door, and he’d caught parts of conversation between his dad and his friends and brothers talking about the girls and his boys.

Knowing that included TK made him smile.

If someone had told him five years ago, he’d be at his dad’s retirement party now with a man by his side, who he married with his entire family there to witness it, he wouldn’t have believed them. He never thought he could ever have both someone who loved him and a good relationship with his parents and extended family.

And now here they were, TK as much a member of the Reyes family as any of his sisters’ or cousins’ partners.

His mother especially adoring TK almost as much as he did, and he knew his dad kept track of him and the 126 in general.

Though it was mostly to pull strings to get Owen out of trouble, but Carlos had heard him mention some of TK’s more infamous cases to his friends.

He heard the screen door open and close and footsteps coming closer. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“I thought I'd find you out here.” TK sat down next to him and the swing creaked under their weight. “Will it hold both of us?”

“Hmm I think so. The five of us used to sit in it together when we were growing up. Three kids, two adults. It was fine.”

TK sat back and relaxed a little.

“How about two adults and about half a cake?” He held up a plate. “I wanted to get you a piece but tía Lucy and your mom were in the kitchen and they insisted I take this huge piece. I heard your mom saying something about your dad having to watch what he eats because he's not as slim as he used to be.” He said and they both laughed.

“Do you have a fork or are you going to shove it in my face like our wedding cake?”

“Hey, you shoved that cake into my face. You started it. After you promised not to. You broke your vows less than an hour into our marriage.”

Carlos grinned and took the fork TK held out for him.

“I never promised not to shove cake in your face.” He said innocently and took a bite.

TK laughed and shook his head.

“You're lucky you're cute.”

“Just cute? Not devastatingly handsome? And really smart?”

“And so humble too.”

“I learnt from the best.”

“Are you calling me arrogant?!”

Carlos laughed.

“Of course not babe.” He took another bite. “You just taught me how to love myself, I suppose. You taught me a lot of things.”

“Yeah? Right back at you. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. I'd probably still be picking bar fights just to feel something.”

“Nah. You would have picked yourself up sooner or later. And you would still be your amazing self. Just maybe not with that ring on your finger.” He glanced at TK’s wedding ring.

“Do you ever think about what would have happened if you hadn't been on shift that night? Or hadn't gone to the bar afterwards?”

“I used to.”

“Not anymore?”

Carlos shook his head.

“I'm just... enjoying the here and now. Life as your husband and our life together. Even if you're trying to get me fat.”

TK laughed and let Carlos feed him a bite of cake.

“We'll get fat together. Or we can burn off the calories when he get home.” He winked.

“Don't start. This house is crawling with family and none of them know what privacy means.”

“Is that why you're out here and not out back with the rest?”

Kind of.” Carlos nodded. “Just needed some air. Got kind of lost in my head.”

TK didn't say anything, just fed him a bite of cake and waited for him to gather his thoughts.

“It's kind of the end of an era you know?”

“Because your dad is retiring?”

“Hmm. The whole Reyes family used to be in law enforcement somehow. And now there's none of us left.”

“Do you regret leaving APD?”

“No.” Carlos said resolutely. “I love this job and I feel like I can do more to help people now than I could as a patrol officer.”

“But...” TK prompted.

“I do kind of miss seeing you on scenes during the day.”

“Yeah, me too. I mean Lexi is great, but her new partner is… no you.”

“She told me it’s this kid fresh out of the academy, scared of his own shadow. She’s begged me to come back.”

“Would you?”

“I’ve considered it.”

“Yeah? But you decided not to?”

Carlos nodded.

“Yeah. I’m happy where I am now. But everything… Today. It just made think. Like I said, I got lost in my own head.”

TK reached out and ran a hand through his curls.

“Just come find me next time. I promise I'll always be here to stop you from overthinking things.”

“It's fine. You were talking to my dad and his friends. They finally stopped referring to you as the gringo. I didn’t want to ruin the progress you’ve made with them.”

“Yeah.” TK laughed. “They haven’t got a leg to stand on anymore. Oscar showed me pictures of his son's wedding. The guy he married is not just white, he's also British.”

“The horror.” Carlos mock gasped.

They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying the cake and each other's company.

“One of my tías asked when we were going to have kids. Tía Elena. You know, mom’s eldest sister.”

TK nodded. He knew her and her tendency to stick her nose into other people’s business.

“What did you tell her? Did you show her pictures of Lou?”

A smile tugged at Carlos' lips.

“No but maybe I should have. I didn't really say anything. Just said we're both busy with work and stuff.”

“It's ok to tell her we're not having kids you know. Even if she doesn't understand, it's our decision.”

“It’s not though, is it? Our decision.” Carlos said sadly. “I said I didn’t want kids.”

“Yeah and I said I was, am, ok with that.” TK stressed. “I’ve got you, I’ve got Lou. I’m happy. Happier than I ever thought I would be. Or could be.”

“But you love kids. And they love you.”

“So? I can be the kickass uncle. The one with a house full of lizards.” TK said, waiting for Carlos to catch on.

“Wait, what? A house full of lizards? Do I get a say in this?”

“Of course you do. You get to say yes.” TK teased. “I know you love Lou, deep down.”

“Oh yeah. Very deep down.” Carlos said and opened his mouth to let TK feed him the last bite of cake.

Only instead of doing so, he shoved it in his face, smearing it all over his mouth and nose.

“That was payback for our wedding day.” He said laughingly before kissing the frosting off Carlos’ lips.

[this-small-boat]

Family Ties

I really love the Marlene + Lily friendship in my fic, so sharing this snippet as a one-shot! Read the whole thing chapter here.

Marlene McKinnon had been Lily Evan’s first kiss. 

It was a lesser-known fact. 

It’d been the night before the winter holidays, and all the third-year Gryffindors were playing a game of Spin-the-Bottle. The older students were having a party in the common room and had barred them from joining, forcing them to stay in their dormitories. At Sirius’ suggestion, the girls had cramped into the boy’s room, and they all shared a single bottle of Ogden’s that James had managed to knick. With everyone pretending to be much drunker than they were, they’d sat in a circle and spun the bottle. 

A lot of people got their first kisses that night. 

Sirius had kissed Lily’s roommate, Emma. 

Emma had spun, and landed on Peter. 

Peter had landed on Lily’s other roommate, Charmaine. 

Charmaine had landed again on Sirius, who, looking pleased, received his second kiss of the night. 

When he had spun next, he landed on James. With a laugh, James grabbed both sides of Sirius’ head and pecked him fondly, making a show of it. A lot of people laughed, and Emma looked rather cross at the whole thing, but no one said anything about it. Being popular had that benefit. Lily knew that if someone like Sev or Bertram tried that, they’d get hexed into next week.  

Next, it had landed on Marlene. James looked thrilled, scooting across the carpet on his knees to claim his earnings. Marlene was the prettiest girl their year. She was tall, with straight blonde hair that fell to her waist at the time, and large, almond-shaped brown eyes. On Valentine’s Day the year before she had received over a dozen chocolate frogs and letters from admirers. Lily was sure all the boys had been hoping to land on her. 

They’d kissed, chastely, and the game continued. 

Lily didn’t kiss anyone that night. The bottle hadn’t landed on her, and part of her was glad it didn’t. A voice in the back of her mind worried that if it had, the spinner might have made a face of disgust. That they might have remarked on her freckles or hair, the way people did sometimes when they were being cruel. No one in her House cared that her parents were Muggles, but that didn’t mean they wanted to kiss her. It didn’t mean they thought she was cute, or harboured secret crushes on her. 

A part of her was disappointed, though. She’d read about kissing in some of her novels and had seen the older students doing it in the common room and the corridors, and tucked into alcoves and alleyways. She wanted that—for someone to like her, for someone to want to kiss her. Lily thought she’d be pretty good at it, too—she’d read all the tips in Witch’s Weekly with her roommates. She’d spent more than her fair share of classes daydreaming about it. She was ready; she just needed the right person.

That night, while Charmaine and Emma went to bed, Lily crawled into Marlene’s and began pestering her for information. How did it feel? Did James have bad breath? Were his lips soft? Did she want to do it again?

Marlene had hawed and hummed, shrugging and acting rather uncaring about the whole thing. She was often like that, though. A bit more cool than Lily in ways a lot of the other students seemed to be. She could laugh at the pranks Sirius and James pulled along with them, never taking anything too seriously. She was never outright cruel, but she wasn’t like Lily, either. She didn’t think about everyone else around her, wondering and worrying if their feelings were hurt. Sometimes, she let things go, especially when it came to Slytherins. 

Marlene never ‘blew a gasket,’ in fewer words. Something Lily had been accused of doing more than once. 

“Did you like it?”

It had been a simple question. 

Lily hadn’t meant to make Marlene cry. 

"No," she said, her voice tight, and then she sobbed. Tears streamed down her face, and she covered it with her hands, curling into a ball so Lily couldn’t see her expression anymore. Lily panicked, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her up to look at her, then hugging her tightly.

Marlene didn’t cry—not when the Bludger caught her under the chin, not when she failed a test, not even when everyone had made fun of her for a week after she’d gotten stuck in her seat for an entire day, a student’s jinx catching her unaware. She’d never shed so much as a tear in front of Lily before—her best friend.

“Lily.”

Marlene’s voice was full of desperation. She looked at her pleadingly, her eyes crinkled and shiny, her cheeks still wet. Lily nodded, giving Marlene her full attention. Whatever was going on, was big. 

“Can I kiss you?”

Lily paused. 

Just for a moment. She hadn’t thought about kissing a girl before, but she could tell this was important to Marlene. She thought about James and Sirius, and the look of disgust Emma had made, who was sleeping just a few feet away. But then she looked at Marlene again, her lower lip quivering in fear, and she nodded. 

“Yes.”

It’d been wet. Marlene’s face was still soaked in tears, but Lily hadn’t minded so much she found. Her lips were soft, and where her hands connected with Lily’s face felt comfortable. It hadn’t lasted long, an innocent peck, but before it ended, Lily pushed again Marlene a bit harder, carefully touching the sides of her face and trying it out for herself. 

Her first kiss. 

The thought of it made her stomach flutter with butterflies. 

As they pulled away, settling back onto their bums, Marlene sniffed. Then she ducked her head, her long hair covering her face, and stayed frozen. The room fell silent, with no more tears being shed, and Lily worried her lip, thinking she’d done something wrong.

“Did you like that?” Lily asked hesitatingly. Marlene had looked up, her big brown eyes terrified, and she nodded. 

And Lily understood. Right then and there, she decided she would ‘blow a gasket’ if anyone were to dare make her best friend cry again, no matter who it was she liked kissing. She didn’t make her speak any more on it, but she knew. And, eventually, Marlene told her outright.

“I think that I like girls.”

And Lily promised her that it was okay.  

[feverinfeveroutfic]

”poison ivy”

Eric always made the best tacos, especially on the days when I just wanted to get out of the house for a bit and yet I had very little money to spend so to speak. It may have seemed odd considering I had married and ascended into the realm of royalty, but that was my reality, though. I couldn’t find any spare change left behind after I had broken a dollar, and yet I needed to get out of that big house and head on over to Eric and Lou’s place, especially with it being Tuesday and everything. Those decadent homemade tacos the size of my fist so I could have more than three if I so wished. Four tacos and a slice of pie, and then maybe I could spend the night if they would allow it.

They weren’t really the party type but I knew that if I wanted to, I could have a little party with the two of them. The three of us with a couple of drinks and a couple of pairs of jewel-encrusted handcuffs, and we were going to have a little fun with each other for the whole duration of the night. I wasn’t planning on playing guitar with a drink in my hand but I did want a little blurring of the lines. 

I got there at about five-thirty right as the rain looked to be coming in for the evening. I was definitely going to have to stay the night as I never did like the idea of walking all the way back to the house in the thick of the rain. I reached their front step and knocked on the door three times.

No reply.

I rang the doorbell.

That time, I caught the sound of the door unlocking, and I was greeted by Eric in his black silk bathrobe lined with rich dark red at the lapels and the sleeves. His long jet-black hair was smooth and shiny, as if he had just brushed it, and his thick stubby body looked plusher than usual. His face lit up at the sight of me, and I partially expected him to have a smoking pipe in one hand.

“Hey! I’m glad you were able to show up,” he greeted me, and he let me in.

“I just needed to get out of the house for a little while,” I confessed to him as I took off my jacket and ran my fingers through my hair. “And Chuck’s having some people over, and tacos sound delicious, too. It was bound to happen, me coming over here.”

“Well, and you’re in luck, Alexander,” Eric told me as he brushed past me towards the kitchen. “It’s just gonna be you and me tonight. Lou’s out and about on some errands so we have the house all to ourselves.”

“Wonderful!” I flashed him a wink and followed him into the kitchen for those tacos fresh off the griddle, but I couldn’t smell anything in the kitchen as of yet. I posted up there at the bar with my arm rested on the counter’s edge, and I watched him wash off a lime as well as some fresh cilantro and an onion.

“It’ll be some time before they’re made, so you may as well chill out for a bit,” he told me.

“Nah, I wanna watch you,” I told him. “I don’t know the first thing about cooking, so I’m interested.”

He showed me a smile and then I watched him zest the lime and slice it into quarters. He rolled up the cilantro and chopped it with the same knife; I squinted my eyes when he sliced and diced the onion. He sliced it in half and then lay one on the flat side, and he kept one hand on top as he slid the blade through for rings first.

“How do you do it so well with such thick fingers?” I asked him.

“The same way you and I learned guitar with such thick fingers,” he replied as he turned to the stove with a big jug of vegetable oil in hand: I glanced down at my own hands, at my long and lanky fingers that seemed to creep and crawl like the legs of a spider. I craned my neck for a better look at what he was doing in preheating the pan. “Onions in first, then the ground beef.” He wagged his finger at me when he said that.

“I’ll remember that,” I vowed to him, and I wondered if I would ever find a chance to cook at some point in the future myself. Indeed, I caught him sort of gyrating in the hips when he stirred the diced onions in the pan with the wooden spoon, and he seemed a lot lighter on his feet when he moved about the kitchen, even if it was take salt and pepper out of the cupboard or to rinse off the knife blade. Light on his feet and he made it all come together, as if I watched a babbling brook right before me.

When he returned to the counter before me to fetch the ground beef, I had this odd flush in my face from watching him for as long as I did.

“Cooking is weirdly hot,” I blurted out.

“It really is,” he said with a straight face.

But I meant it, though. I drummed my fingers on the edge of the counter and let out a low whistle from the feeling. I needed to be away from there for a minute or two.

I peered over my shoulder and I wished Lou was there so I could have a little bit of release of sorts. But he wasn’t, and thus, I had to improvise. When Eric’s back was turned again, I ducked out of there and made my way to the bathroom. I shut the door and leaned against the panels with my hands down by my sides.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else instead. But I couldn’t. Not without doing something for myself first.

I unzipped and fondled myself with my left hand to change things up a bit. It was tricky given I had acquainted myself more with my right hand as well as my pillow but I relaxed and let my lips hang open from the feeling. I just let myself breathe as I used my index and middle fingers to tickle my head.

Like playing bass when I thought about it.

Nothing too fancy, but it was enough to bring me back down to earth again as I knew that those tacos weren’t too far out as far as I could tell.

I shook my hand about and examined the fingers. Maybe at some point I could get myself to come a little bit more should the feeling ever call for it again. I zipped up when the phone rang downstairs, and I hoped that Eric wasn’t letting those tacos burn when I washed my hands and bowed out of there to the hallway.

Not a sound emerged from downstairs, much to my surprise. Before then, he had put the meat into the pan with the onions, and that definitely made some noise. It certainly smelled of cooking beef and onions, however.

I turned my attention to the guest room, and I walked on in to find a pale ivory white telephone on the nightstand: when I came closer, I spotted some swirled dark green markings all over the top of the receiver. If nothing else, I could call Chuck and tell him where I had gone as I left the house without telling him where I was going beforehand. I picked up the receiver and held it before my ear when I caught the sound of Eric’s voice on the other end.

“So you’d do that?”

“Yeah, I would totally dip my dick in some sugar and let you lick it off for me,” a strange boy said to him in a husky tone of voice. I silently gasped at that, and I covered my mouth with my free hand. He was in the next room over and I hadn’t heard a thing from there, either.

That wasn’t Lou, and it sure as hell wasn’t Chuck, either. He had this almost nasally tone to his voice, and yet he was more than able to lower it down to a near whisper, the exact same way that I would whenever I wanted it with any one of them. Something about him kept me listening in on it, though, especially when he didn’t sound like anyone who I knew. Who was this mysterious boy and what did he want, and moreover, what did he want from Eric?

“If I kiss you, would you come down on me?” Eric asked him, and the way his voice sounded made me think of velvet.

“Oh, you know I would,” said the boy. “I would also let you come away with me in our getaway car.”

“‘Our’ getaway car?”

“Courtesy of Mike and Tré, baby. We’d get in and take a little trip over to Yosemite for a good time and a half.” He cleared his throat and made a sound that made me think of a tire losing air.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you this, too, Will,” Eric began again, “are the three of you at royalty status yet?”

“Not yet. We’re trying to sort things out with all of that, but hopefully, we can find a way to become princes adjacent to… this little dark prince here.”

“That’s prince o’ darkness to you,” Eric retorted. “Prince o’ darkness and the dragonlord ready to take you away and give the three of you a good time with some sugar and a baseball bat in the men’s room.”

I brought a hand to my mouth at the sound of that. I always knew there was something more to Eric, but nothing like this, though.

“Would, uh… your prince-to-be or those other princes join us in the fun?” Will sweetly asked him.

“Lou? I’d have to ask him first. As for Alex and Chuck, I think they’d be open to interpretation. Same with Joey.”

“So, we could have a little party in Yosemite. A little romp in the snow and the woods, if you will.”

I raised an eyebrow at that. Even though I was merely eavesdropping, I figured that it was a wild idea and a little something or other to change things up a bit.

“We could have a party, yeah,” Eric assured him, “and you and I could have some time to ourselves together up by Yosemite Falls. Things could get all wet n’ wild as it were. I reckon there’s a loophole in the whole royalty agreement, too—there’s loopholes all over the place, like we’re arranged into the marriages but nowhere does it say that we can’t have more than one person in the union.”

“So you guys all like to take advantage of that?” Will chuckled.

Eric never said anything, but I could sense it, though.

“You guys like to take advantage of these things?”

“Dragonlord knows all, baby boy,” Eric breathed into the phone. “Knows how to dig in and find the truth so you can have a little fun, too.”

“And would I bring the sugar with me to the veil beyond Yosemite Falls?”

“Nah, I see that melting before we hit the trail. Bring a pot of honey, instead. Some honey on your dick and I’ll lick it off for you.”

I closed my eyes as I pictured Eric doing that to me.

“Gimme some of that and I’ll pour some on you,” Will retorted.

“Ooh, now you’re asking for some trouble,” Eric teased him, once again in that husky tone of voice. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. I could feel my pants tightening at the sound of that. “We dance with the honey and then make out under the waterfall.”

“Make waterfalls happen as well,” Will sputtered.

“Some waterfalls on the back of my dragon lotion—”

I coughed right then, and I quickly hung up the phone. I panted from the feeling and I spread my legs apart so I wouldn’t have to take off my pants again.

I knew I was going to have to go back down there to the kitchen again for the tacos and to tell him where I had gone, but I didn’t feel like it at the moment. I reclined back on my hands with my legs still open wide.

Who was that boy, and was I going to meet him at some point when Lou’s back was turned. I looked on at the phone, at the poison ivy design on the back, and there was a part of me that wanted to eavesdrop some more on the two of them, even though it clearly was none of my business.

“Alex, dinner’s ready!” Eric’s voice floated up the stairs, and I let out a low whistle at the sound of that. I could stand up and walk, but it was a bit tricky, and more so when I went down the stairs. I ran my fingers through my hair again, and that time I could feel myself just beginning to ease up inside of my pants.

I took my seat at the counter again as he took the tacos out of the oven and placed them on the counter before me. I let out a whistle and rested my hands on the counter’s edge.

“You baked them a bit?” I asked him.

“Nah, it was to keep them warm,” he explained, and then he looked on at my face. “You okay? Your face is flushed.”

“I just… got a little warm is all,” was all I could say. It was the truth: I left the room because I got too warm, and my listening in on the phone call was only a small part of it. But there was no way I could pull into that, though.

At least not when it should actually happen.

[hella1975]

am in love with the hella goes to uni tag. its like watching a compilation video of best/funniest scenes from a tv show you've never watched so its just random scenes with no context that don't really make sense especially since you only recognize one character but its okay since they're the best one. anyways i am living vicariously through you. godspeed.

this inspired me to actually go through that tag just to reminisce now i've successfully survived my first semester (technically not yet but shhh) and oh my god why am i such a mess on here i FORGOT about half of that shit

[julesclues]

Helloo how are you? I was wondering if you could do a jj smut in which him & reader are having rOuGh seggs but it's from jj’s pov. It’s ok if you’re not comfortable with it<3

You’re Mine

Warnings: smut, rough sex, oral (f receiving), choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it please), jealous! jj, 18+ themes

Word count: 1.93k

Pairing(s): JJ Maybank x reader

A/n: this is my first time writing smut, so I hope it’s good!

Summary: JJ and y/n are dating but when she starts talking to some random touron at a party, JJ gets jealous and reminds her who she really belongs to. (JJ’s perspective)

I watched as John B twirled Sarah to the beat of the music. Kiara and Pope were at the bar drinking God knows what. It sure made them get drunk quick though. As for y/n, I watched her intensely as she danced alone, in the middle of everyone. A goddess was an understatement. I downed my beer and made my way to her. I felt myself getting hard by just watching her. The way she swayed her hips with not a care in the world made me wonder how I managed to find a woman like her. Why she would even think about being with someone like me.

As I made my way to her, I saw a man approach her. He had blue eyes, a bit darker than mine, and a bit of a stubble lingering on his face. He was obviously drunk, but y/n being the oblivious beauty she is, thought he was just being friendly. I felt my fist tighten as my knuckles turned white with jealously. He wasn’t touching her or doing anything to her, but his intentions were obvious. At least to me they were. I got closer to listen to their conversation, but made sure not to involve myself just yet.

“Ya from around here?” His hard accent asked her. I rolled my eyes at his cliche attempt to get into her pants. “Yeah,” y/n chuckled. “Born and raised.” Her answers were short and sweet, I knew she was just trying to be friendly. I trusted her to not cheat on me, of course. But I didn’t trust him to not make a move. “So, you single?” He asks, getting closer to her. I felt my blood boiling. “No,” you say awkwardly. “I- uh. I have a boyfriend.” He hums in understanding but still moves closer to her. “What he doesn’t know won’t kill him, right?” He puts his hand on her shoulder, and that’s why I finally interfere. “Y/n, baby,” I say, spinning her around to look at me. Her eyes lit up as she looked at me. God, she was beautiful.

“This the boyfriend?” The guy asks, and she turn to him. “Yeah,” she answers nonchalantly. “Come on, we’re getting out of here,” I say roughly. Before leaving though, I make sure the guy knows that she’s mine. “Don’t talk to her again, got it?” I hiss. He rolls his eyes and walks away without a word. I pull y/n all the way to her house and slam the door shut. She jumps a bit, knowing I was angry. “I hate that guy,” I admit, pacing back and forth. All she does is chuckle, making me stop and look up at her. “It’s fine JJ,” she says, trying to reassure me. But for some reason, that made me more mad. “You saying you liked how he was trying to get in your pants?” I ask, getting close to her. She blinks a couple times, her eyes flickering to my lips and back up to my eyes.

“N-no,” she stutters, squeezing her thighs together. I smirk, eyes roaming her beautiful body. She had on tight leather pants that I loved so much, with a deep v-neck shirt that was once mine. “I don’t believe you,” I whisper, as I start to kiss her neck. She moans ever so slightly into my ear, which sounded like pure bliss to me. I attack the other side of her neck now, pushing her slightly to trap her body against mine and the wall. “JJ,” she moans, but I silence her by kissing her harshly. She runs her fingers through my hair, tugging at it a bit. She drives me crazy.

I grab her hands and pin them to the wall, making her grunt with pleasure. “No touching princess. I don’t think you deserve it after what you did today.” She whines in disappointment which just fuels my need for her. I go back to kissing her neck just to hear those little whimpers I always longed for. “Up,” I command, and she obeys, jumping while wrapping her legs around my waist. I grab her ass, squeezing and carrying her to the bedroom. I throw her on the bed and she props herself up with her forearms, eyes scanning my body and I rip of my shirt. “You’re gonna be a good girl, right?” I ask, crawling on top of her and pinning her arms down. “Yes JJ! Anything for you,” she moans, as I grab her shirt and rip it off her body. I look down and realize she had no bra on. “I thought you were a good girl?” I question, as her face turns a bit red. I don’t give her time to respond though, as I bring my mouth to her breast. “JJ!” She moans in pure delight. As my mouth attacks her right nipple, my hand massages the left one.

She arches her back in pleasure, making her clothed core rub against mine, making me moan against her chest. The vibrations make her groan, causing me to smirk. Halting my actions, she whimpers as her nipples harden. I kiss down her stomach, leading to her core. I start to unbutton her pants and she lifts her hips so I had no resistance in taking them off. Her panties slip down with her pants, and I stare at her glistening pussy. I threw her pants somewhere across the room, not really caring at this point. I was painfully hard already, but had to make sure she knew who she truly belonged to. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” I admit and she giggles. “But you’ve been bad y/n. Talking to that excuse of a man. Not realizing he was flirting with you. I’ll show you who you belong to. I’ll make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” I lick my lips in anticipation and dive down to taste her.

I start to lick her folds, making her moan and shiver. “Oh, JJ!” I’ll never get tired of hearing her moan my name. My tongue swirls around her clit as she throws her hands in my hair and pulls a bit. As good as it feels, I throw her hands off my head and pin it above hers. “No touching,” I whisper and go back to tasting her. Using my free hand, I insert two fingers into her, but give her no time to adjust. “Fuck!” She moans loudly, arching her back. I thrust my fingers into her at a fast pace, while my tongue leaves wet circles against her clit. “Oh g-god! Pl-please don’t stop!” She moans and stutters. I felt her getting closer and closer with each thrust. Her legs start to shake and I feel her hands turn into fists. But before she could cum, I stopped completely and looked up at her. I removed my fingers and brought them to her mouth. “Suck,” I command, but she keeps her mouth closed.

I pull on her hair, making her gasp, and insert my fingers into her mouth, making her taste herself. “You said you were going to be a good girl,” I say in disappointment and lust. She twirls her tongue around my fingers as I keep talking. “But so far, you haven’t been. If you want to cum princess, then you better listen to me, got it?” All she did was nod in response, moaning just a little bit. I remove my fingers from my mouth and take off the bottom half of my clothing. Her breathing became more erratic as she stared down at my cock. I smirked, feeling confident. She grabs my cock in impulse, making me moan and throw my head back. “Shit,” I groan, but throw her hands off. “No touching,” I grunt. She whines and I get back on top of her.

I align my dick with her entrance, rubbing up and down her folds. “Stop teasing baby, p-please,” she begs. “What do you want princess?” I ask her, and she grinds against my cock. “Princess,” I warn, and she bites her lip. “I want you JJ.” I smirk and shake my head. “You want me to what, y/n?” She groans in frustration, just wanting me already. It was fun to watch her long for me. “I want you to fuck me JJ! Please, fuck me until I can’t walk.” My cock twitches at her words. “As you wish princess.” I roughly slam into her, not giving her time to adjust as I start to thrust in and out of her. She gasps loudly, grabbing onto my shoulders and clawing her nails down my back because of the pleasure. “Oh! JJ! Yes!” She repeats my name like a mantra, causing me to go faster and harder.

I put my hand on her throat, and she moans. “F-fuck yes! Choke me harder.” I moan at her words, pushing down on her neck harder. I make sure not to hurt her, but it was obviously she liked it a lot. I felt her pussy clench against my dick, which made me throw my head back. Each vein caressed her walls like we were made for each other. I felt her getting close, since I didn’t let her cum before. “Shit! I-I’m gonna cum!” She groans, but I squeeze her throat slightly. “Not yet princess. I tell you when to cum, got it?” She whines, not being able to respond. I loved watching her try hard not to cum for me. How badly she tried to obey me. “Be the good little girl you say you are,” I moan. She squeezes her eyes shut and opens her mouth. Her breathing became more erratic, making me only fuck her harder.

My thrusts started to become more sloppy as I felt myself wanting to explode in her. “Y/n! Fucking shit! You feel so good around me baby. Never going to talk to another guy again.” She moans loudly at my words, desperate to cum. I feel my orgasm approaching, as I stare down at her beauty. Her breast bounce with each thrust. This was definitely a moment I’ll think about while self-pleasuring.

“Such a good girl! F-fuck. Cum for me y/n. Do it baby. Cum around my cock!” Instantly, she moans load and claws against my back. I feel her milk my cock as her orgasm runs through her aggressively. My thrusts don’t stop though, as I help her ride through her orgasm. Though she had cum, I wasn’t giving up just yet. I started going faster, as the headboard of her bed shook violently. “JJ!” She screams, clenching her thighs together. I push them open though and hold them there. I don’t think she even knew she was that flexible. “Ah! O-oh fuck! I’m gonna cum again!” She screams, gripping the bed sheets with immense pleasure. “Cum with me y/n! Tell everyone w-who you belong to!”

I cum in her as she cums too, screaming my name. I thrust a couple more times, helping her ride out her high. After I hear her moans quiet down, I roll off of her and lay next to her. The room was silent, apart from her erratic breathing and my panting. “If I had known me talking to a guy would lead to this, I would’ve done it more often,” she jokes, making me look at her instead of the ceiling. I chuckle as she bites her lip. “JJ that was..” her voice fades, as she looks down and smirks. “That was fucking amazing.” I smile and climb back on top of her.

“I’m just getting started princess.”

[harrylovex]

SPIN THE BOTTLE

summary: chris is shy around you until he gets drunk...

warnings: fluff, kissing, alcohol usage, chris being handsy ;)

a/n: playing spin the bottle with chris would just be a dream 😩😩😩 especially if there is sexual tension between the two of you, gaaaawwwdd this is what i’m dreaming about tonight

it was your friend emily’s 35th birthday and she was having a huge party at her house.

everyone you knew was going, including your favourite person in the whole world, chris evans.

you two had been introduced to eachother at a summer barbecue a few years back by emily, and you had been pining after him pretty much since then.

you and him had hung out with eachother a few times at other gatherings and you got on really well, but chris was shy around you.

he was reserved around everyone really, it had nothing to do with you. it was his nature.

but, when he would get drunk, it would be like something in him switched. his shyness would completely disappear and he became the life of the party.

you knew that chris secretly did like you, he would never admit it sober though. on the occasions when he would get drunk, which was pretty much every party, he would get really handsy with you.

he would keep you with him all the time, holding your hand and squeezing your hips, pulling you onto his lap whenever he sat down. he liked to be protective over you, and you cherised every minute of it. it was the only time when you could be close to him.

a few times, chris had kissed you, taking you by surprise. it would usually happen when you had to leave, a long goodbye kiss, his hands grabbing at your waist as he moaned into your mouth.

both of you remembered everything that happened when you were drunk, but it was never brought up.

you had never met anyone nicer than chris. he was incredibly charming and down to earth, always thinking of other people before himself, not to mention unbearably handsome and sexy.

emily knew how much you liked chris, she had spoken to him about it before, asking him questions about you, but he was never one to talk about his feelings. he liked to keep it private.

you turned up to emily’s and her husband opened the door, greeting you.

you stepped inside, eyes landing on emily in the kitchen. you made your way over to her.

“happy birthday!” you embraced her in a hug, shoving her present into her hands.

“y/n thank you so much! let me get you a drink.”

she led you over to the drinks table, pointing to an array of wines. as she prepared you a glass, your eyes scanned the room.

“no point in looking for chris. he’s not here yet.”

you blushed, embarrassed at being caught. emily just laughed, handing you the glass.

“i’m making us all play some fun college games tonight. it’s time you and chris got together.”

you laughed, wondering what she was planning.

you spoke to a few of your friends, catching up on what had been going on in their lives.

“chris! hey you look great!”

you had your back turned to the door, but you knew by the sound of chris’ voice that he had just arrived. your palms started to turn a little sweaty.

pull yoursef together y/n, you thought to yourself.

you quickly finished your conversation, turning to find chris.

he was by the bar cart, grabbing a beer. he was wearing a white long sleeved t-shirt and some blue jeans. the t-shirt was insanely tight and left little to the imagination.

you inhaled deeply before walking towards him. he caught your eye before stepping towards you.

“y/n hey! long time no see!” his eyes lit up, embracing you in a huge hug.

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. you shut your eyes for a moment, taking in the feeling of his body pressed against yours, his hands squeezing your hips slightly.

“how have you been?” you asked, leaning beside him on the counter.

“busy with work, i’ve been looking forward to this party for ages.”

your conversation flowed easily as he sipped his beer. he asked about your work and your family until a few other guests arrived.

throughout the rest of the evening, you mingled with your friends, sipping through a few glasses of wine.

the lounge was crowded with people, all chatting happily. you peeked at chris a few times, seeing him laugh at a joke emily’s husband was telling.

he caught your eye sometimes, smiling cheekily at you as he raised his sixth beer bottle of the night, poking his tongue out before swallowing the liquid.

you realised that the alcohol had reached his system around an hour later when you felt a pair of hands slide over your hips, soft lips kissing your ear. you were leaning elbow-first against the island in the kitchen, your back to everyone else.

you smiled to yourself before turning around, knowing that you would find yourself face to face with chris.

the feeling of his lips against your ear tickled, making you laugh. you spun yourself around, holding onto his biceps as his hands rested on the counter on each side of you.

“chris you are so drunk!”

he smirked, licking his lips. his eyes were incredibly dilated, his cheeks rosy.

“so...? i’m having fun.”

“i can tell...why have you taken a sudden interest in me then? had enough of everyone else?”

“well, everyone is super boring, and i haven’t spoken to you in a few hours. plus, i like talking to pretty girls like you.”

you laughed, moving your hands from his biceps to his chest.

“you have no filter when you’re drunk.”

he smiled, grabbing your hand in his.

“i need to go for a piss, come with me?”

“ugh chris, you sure do know how to impress a girl with that language.”

“so is that a no?” he pouted.

“i never said that.” you mumbled, making him smirk.

he grasped your hand tighter, pulling you upstairs towards the bathroom.

you fixed your hair in the mirror while chris relieved himself, laughing at him when he nearly fell over.

you stood to the side as he washed his hands, staring at him through the mirror.

once he had finished, he pulled you towards him, burying his face in your neck as he gripped your hips.

“god you smell so delicious.” he mumbled.

“so do you.” you smiled, running your hands through his hair.

“and you look gorgeous in that dress, it’s making me go crazy.”

you laughed, pulling chris’ face up so you could see his eyes.

“chris you would never say or do any of this if you were sober.”

“haven’t you ever heard of that saying? sober thoughts are drunk words. i can never bring myself to do this stuff when i’m sober, i get shy easily.” his eyes darted from yours for a second.

“well there’s no need for that, you must know by now that this thing we’ve got going on is mutual right?”

he laughed, nodding.

“i guess yeah, the things we do drunk you never mentioned afterwards so i just sort of put it to the back of my mind.”

“i never mentioned it because i know how shy you are when you’re sober.”

“okay well, we’ll talk about this later yeah? work something out.”

you smiled, pulling at his ears. “fine.”

he entwined his hand with yours again, pulling you out of the bathroom.

just as you walked out, emily came rushing up the stairs.

“guys! we’ve been looking everywhere for you...” she paused, looking at your hands suspiciously. “did you just have sex in my bathroom?” she smirked.

“no!” you said defensively.

chris just smirked.

“whatever...come down to the lounge, the foods here.”

you walked behind emily, swatting at chris’ hands when he tried to pinch your butt everytime you took a step down.

you grabbed yourself another glass of wine, silently watching as chris got himself another beer, he was going to have such a hangover tomorrow.

you went to sit yourself down at the table, but not before chris grabbed your waist, pulling you up.

“what are you doing?”

“i want you to sit with me.” he pouted.

“you’re such a simp.”

he laughed, not seeming bothered by your comment.

you sat next to him throughout dinner, using a single fork to feed yourself as chris had occupied himself with holding your left hand in his lap.

you smiled as you ate, hoping that tonight could be the night when he got over his fear of being embarrassed to show affection when sober.

everyone chatted through dinner, not bothered by you and chris being affectionate. they were used to it by now.

afterwards, emily ordered everyone to sit in a circle in the lounge. no one protested because they were all pretty much drunk, going along with the game.

chris pulled you into his lap, kissing your temple.

“you two, no sitting-in-laps allowed. not for this game anyway.”

you laughed, moving to sit next to chris. he wasn’t happy about the seating change, pulling you as close to him as he could.

“okay i’ve been reminiscing about the good old college days, so tonight we’re gonna play spin the bottle.”

some of the guests groaned, rolling their eyes.

you looked at chris, but he just winked at you.

emily placed one of the empty beer bottles in the middle of the circle, spinning it quickly.

you watched as it spun round, everyone silently waiting.

it landed on john, who was sitting across from you. the guests um’ed and ah’ed as john crawled into the middle of the circle, leaning over to give emily a quick peck.

emily laughed, clapping her hands. “okay! who’s next?”

it went on like that for a while, boys kissing girls, boys kissing boys and girls kissing girls.

when it got to your turn, it landed on brad, who was sitting near chris. you heard chris inhale deeply, making you smirk.

you reached over, giving brad a small peck whilst he smiled greedily at you. chris never let go of your hand, his grip tightening.

you sat back laughing a little at chris who looked like he was about to lose his shit in the next three seconds.

“chris, relax.” you kissed his cheek, shuffling closer to him.

“i fucking hate this game.” he mumbled in your ear, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“chris! stop being a dick and spin! it’s your turn.”

you laughed at the comment made by john. chris kept a straight face as he spun the bottle, his fingers tapping on your knee.

it landed on you. you felt everyone’s eyes on you as you looked up at chris, who was now smiling like an idiot.

your hand went to his cheek as he leaned in to capture your lips with his.

after the peck, you went to pull away but chris held the back of your neck firmly, kissing you harder.

you laughed in your head, kissing him back enthusiastically.

“okay guys...guys! get a room for god’s sake.”

you felt a pair of hands pull at your shoulders, pulling you and chris apart.

everyone was staring at you two, laughing hard. a rush of embarrassment washed over you and you blushed, looking over to chris.

he was still smiling, enjoying himself.

you tried to keep a straight face as you slapped chris’ chest softly, but he grabbed your hand and made you laugh.

“what? i saw an opportunity and took it.” he kissed your knuckles as you smiled.

a few more rounds were played, but you could see that chris was getting bored. to be honest, so were you, you wanted to get chris alone.

finally, a few people got up to leave as it was getting late. emily ordered a few taxis while pulling you to the side.

“you and chris can sleep here tonight if you want. i prepared the spare bedroom just in case. a few of us are hanging out in the lounge but the garden is free if you want some space.” she winked.

you laughed, thanking her for being so understanding.

“oh and by the way, i’m not letting you two back in the house until you sort yourselves out.”

you rolled your eyes, walking back over to chris who was waiting by the sofa.

he was still drunk, but less so. his eyes were bloodshot and he looked tired.

he stayed silent, pulling you in for a hug as you waved goodbye to the guests.

“emily said that we can sleep here tonight if you want? she prepared the spare bedroom.”

“that sounds like a great idea. i don’t think i’m sober enough to go home anyway.”

you laughed. “can we go and sit outside by the fire?”

chris nodded, pulling you towards the back doors.

the fireplace was already running, chris dragged a chair as close to it as possible, plumping up the pillows before lifting you effortlessly onto his lap.

you draped your legs over his thighs, resting your head on his chest.

“you’re quiet. what are you thinking about?” you questioned him, your fingers tapping his collarbone.

he laughed under his breath, sitting up straighter.

“i was just thinking about earlier. how you said that you feel the same. is that true?”

“chris, of course it’s true. do you really not see it?”

“well most of the time i just think that it’s because we’re drunk.”

“it’s not, i promise. the reason i only show affection at parties is because i know how difficult it is for you sober.”

he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

you turned your head to look at him. “emily’s been trying to get us together ever since we met.”

“seriously?”

you laughed, running your hand along his abs, over his t-shirt.

“yeah, she’s obsessed with us.”

chris laughed, kissing the top of your head. the two of you fell silent for a few minutes.

you were relishing in the feeling of chris’ cheek pressed against the top of your head when he spoke again.

“so...what do you say we give it a try then? you know...“ he paused. “this whole relationship thing.”

you looked up at him, smiling. “mr evans...are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

he smirked. “maybe i am...do you accept?”

“yeah...yes i do. i would love to be your girlfriend.”

he started smiling widely, pulling you closer to him so he could reach your lips.

he pressed his lips against yours, his hand running up and down your back.

you smiled into the kiss, parting your lips a little to give him access.

he saw the opportunity and took it, pushing his tongue into your mouth to meet yours.

you pulled back after a while, breathing heavily.

“if i knew you could kiss like that i would’ve asked you out ages ago.”

you laughed, snuggling back down into his chest. you inhaled deeply, smiling to yourself as you eyes started to close.

tags: @before-we-get-started

[fvrxdrm]

5 Times

Pairing: Damnation!Leon Kennedy x Reader

Warning(s): None

*****

4 times Leon didn't confess his love and 1 time he did.

One

It was the giggles that sailed upon your boat, the laughter, the smiles. You both saw the funny in everything and that was your bond. You could be serious too; you loved deeply of others more than what was generally accepted. So you guessed the humor was how you let out the tension that kind of love brings. In those silly moments you were perfect, and they were the sweetness you needed in rough times. That's what friends do, right? It's the love that makes doors in emotional brick walls, the love that makes everything possible.

That's what Leon always thought. It was so cordial and unique in a way that he felt like what he valued so much was somehow outlandish and alien. He couldn't distinguish what comes out of him whenever you were with him and every tingle that raises hills on his skin was a puzzle he was unable to solve.

"I'll see you around," you mumbled against his chest.

"Yep." Leon unwrapped his arms around you albeit slowly, reluctant for some reason, and smiled through his pursed lips. "I'll see you around."

He watched as you wended your way from his house and into your home, a teasing tug pulling his lips at the ghost of your own against his cheek.

Two

Under the dim lights and the colorful ornamentations, your raiment sparkled against the gleam, catching the eye of many guests, predominantly Leon. You looked like a princess wearing a headband that imitated a crown, a top and a pair of pants embellished with a winking glint that could be mistaken as diamonds from afar, and heeled leather boots that comically made you look tall. Your hair was in a loose and messy braid with a few strands hanging just beside your face and a light chain that twisted along your H/L H/C locks.

Leon was in awe, no doubt. His focus was glued to your appearance. Even when his friends were making random conversations with him, he found it unbearably hard to keep his icy blues away from you.

"You should just ask her out, you know. You've been staring at her with heart eyes the entire night," Chris spoke as he followed the trail of Leon's gaze towards you.

Leon broke away from his stupor and shook his head at the man's voice, his blood rushing towards his neck and face.

"What? No, no. You're mistaken. I-I don't like her like that."

"You sure? Last time we were drunk you were yelling about how much you love her right into my ear."

"We were drunk, Chris."

"And? What's that saying again? A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts?" Chris simpered as Leon's eyes widened in surprise.

"What? Th-that's not true!" He denied.

"Mhm, sure. Anyway, my girlfriend's probably looking for me now," the taller and bulkier man said. "At least ask her to dance."

As Chris' footsteps faded away into the beat of the music, Leon thought about what he had said.

Did he actually like her, or was it just something he was confusing himself with? Either way, you were still a treasured dear to him and whether or not his heart was romantically beating for you, he would still value you the same, although he would probably be a bit clingier if you did end up together.

For now, he'll just ask you for a dance, go with the flow, and see what happens.

Three

The night rode in on a horse of pure midnight velvet, beckoned by the stars under the glow of a full moon. As the colors of the day rested, perhaps dreamt of the morrow, the forest became its monochrome beauty, darkened greens and golds that made an ever-changing, ever-present puzzle, question and answer united.

Fire danced beside you as you and Leon laid against under the constellation of stars and talked the night away, smiling and laughing at every jest that was told.

It felt pleasant to be in his arms and he felt warmth as a wild heart beat in his bars.

"This one," you began, leading his fingers towards a raised and silvery part of your skin, "I got this when I was younger. I got stabbed by a pencil."

"A pencil?"

"Yeah. My friend and I got into a fight and it was buried, like, 3-fucking-inches inside of me. And holy shit, my teacher didn't fucking notice it while I was bleeding profusely. I was leaking hamburger helper!"

Leon busted a gut and pulled you towards him even more as he shook in laughter.

You went on and on about the most absurd things that had happen during your childhood until you lost all energy and eventually fell asleep in Leon's arms.

You looked peaceful, he thought. Your face was so serene as if nothing had really affected you in any way. The world was cruel, but you only sought for the brighter side and stood along it with your back turned to the hell it truly bore. Your lips were parted lightly, and hair just a tad bit messy from all the exaggerated movements you'd done while telling your stories and tossing your head back while laughing. A part of your skin was showing as your top rode up, and he couldn't the blush that crawled up to his face when realized his hand was rested on that patch of skin.

He smiled.

Maybe he did like you, or love you. If his admiration wasn't enough, then his heart reassured him.

Four

"Oh, fuck!"

You swam away from Leon as fast as your arms and legs could fight against the water as he chased you, muscles and quads aiding him. Compared to you, he was more skilled in this type of stuff while you had chicken legs with barely anything of assistance. So it was no surprise when he caught up to you with spider hands and wrapped his arms around your waist. He tickled your stomach, the bareness of it making the stimulation all the more patent and making you guffaw while squirming in his arms.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" You cried in between laughter. You turned around to face him when you felt his hands making a stop against the side of torso and looked at the wonders of his eyes steadily and intensely.

You didn't notice it, but Leon's breath hitched at the proximity of your faces, the hot air that flew out of your nose hitting the droplets on his face. You were in a daze. Both of you. It felt so intimate and bona fide that for a second that was your only reality.

Your fingers trailed up his chest, neck, and finally his cheek, and for a moment, your hand was still on his face with only your thumb moving to stroke the scar that was stripped away from his hair. Leon furrowed his brows. The inside of your lip was lightly bitten as you thought about your next action for a moment. But decided that fuck it, life is short. If he felt the same way than congrats! But if he didn't, well, it's either he'll pull away or kiss back with no purpose. And hey, what's the matter with making out with your best friend?

And so, you drew a bit closer, albeit rather slowly in case Leon wanted to pull away. But seeing as he was copying your motions, you saw his intention and pressed your lips against his in a shy lip-lock.

Five

Leon tugged on his tie as he looked at the people dancing around inside of the venue, his heart doing a little dance of its own when he saw you smiling with the crowd.

He blew a sigh, the breeze intertwining with the air. He could see the party from the balcony: flashes of different color schemes, the swaying of dresses as the women moved, the chattering of people as they drank the glasses of champagne. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe this was all about you and him; two souls entwined by love.

"I see you didn't invite me," a sultry and velvety voice said from beside him. He knew who it was and it didn't faze him anymore to see her appearing uninvited as she always did.

"What are you doing here, Ada?"

"What, I can't go see two of my favorite people anymore?"

"Well, it always ended in a mess, anyway, so what's the point." Ada chuckled in response and leaned back against the railing, the smile her giggling left still ghosting on her face. It was all jokes, fun, and games to her for a moment until she turned serious and gazed at you from a distance where you couldn't notice.

"Take care of each other, Leon. You both are worth more than what you give yourselves credit for," she muttered. "I wish I could've given her the life you're giving to her now. But I can't, and I'll remain like this until I die."

In the depths of her mind, Ada reminisced on the time when she was in Leon's position. She gave the love you needed and wanted, and cared for you in so many ways. But she was a mercenary, a wanted one at that, and she knew that one day, everything would be thrown into a void or burned until it turned to ashes. So, she broke what you had off and handed you to Leon where he could give you a better life.

Leon couldn't say anything. It seemed rude and odd but he remembered when you knocked on his door, drenched in rain water and sobbing everything from your chest. It hurt to see you like that. And so, he promised. He promised to be the best husband he could ever be and shower you with everything he could give you.

"Leon!" Your voice rang out as you ran towards him with a wide smile on your face, startling the both of them.

Leon turned towards where Ada stood but saw that she was gone as if she was nothing but an apparition that was made by his mind.

He was befuddled for a moment, pondering about his encounter with the woman, but found his heart racing as you came closer to him.

What transpired was long forgotten and all the world could see how Leon mimicked the smile that defined the joy you brought to him. He was just happy to share such a beautiful moment with you and he optimistically wondered about what was ahead of you.

He pulled you towards him and spun you around as he battered your face with kisses, whispering 'I love you's and so many more sweet nothings against your cheeks while you laughed in his arms.

Hidden within the shadows was the raven-haired woman, imitating their smiles as she watched the intimacy from afar. She felt like her mission was done and although it hurt, she was thankful for what she'd done. Leon was going to give you the life you deserved and he was going to fill the holes she'd left.

*****

This was rushed. Lol. And I'm using my phone. How was it tho?

This was the outfit I had in mind. Feel free to change it though.

[callsign-magnolia]

MAX GREEN

Could you write an imagine were Max breaks up with you because he needed time to focus on his musisc and he said you were a distraction. So you accept it and start to slowly move on but then the two of you see each other again by accident a party by a friend in common and You show up with a date and Max gets really really jealous when he see's you dancing with the guy so he gets drunk and starts a fight... And it end ups with you the two of you togheter again.

Thanks 💕

Absolutely! It's been a hot minute since I wrote for Max!

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"You don't get to tell me you love me and then break up with me, Max!" He ran his hands through his hair, pulling his snake bites into his mouth. "Babe, I need time for my music and I can't make room for that AND a relationship! You're too much of a distraction!" My jaw dropped. "A distraction?! I'm sorry that I ask you to join me for a fucking hour just to have dinner!" He threw his head back, groaning. "I CAN'T DO THIS WITH YOU ANYMORE!" I rolled my eyes, I'm surprised they didn't disappear back into my head.

"Two almost three years in this relationship. I have given you nothing but unwavering support in your music. I uprooted my life, my job, everything so I could support you. Your music means a lot to you, and you mean everything to me Max!" He sat back on the couch. "But if you want time for your music, you have it. I'm leaving, but do not come crawling back to me when you regret this. Have fun finding time for your music when you don't have someone cooking and cleaning for you." I said before I stormed out the door, tears streaming down my cheeks.

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"There's a lot of people here." Zack said as we walked up to my buddies Jason's house. "Jason knows a lot of people, he always goes all out for his parties." Zack stopped, almost pulling me with him. "Babe? What's wrong?" He rested his forehead on mine as he bit his lip, looking down at me. "Just you, in this dress, kinda want to go ahead and leave. Go back home and stay in bed." I giggled as he kissed my neck. "That sounds fun, but I promise Jason we would be here for about an hour. Endure this hour and maybe I'll reward you when we get home." I said before pulling him down into a kiss.

We walked in, looking around at the crowd. After a few minutes I found Jason, "Oh, there he is!" I said and we started making our way over, when the guy he was talking to turned around. My heart leapt into my throat as I saw him, he had a few new tattoos, the one under his left eyes catching my attention the most. God he looked so good, I could tell he was still clean, which made me so proud. "Babe?" I looked to see Zack watching me. "Um, he's in a conversation. Let's give him a minute."

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We wound up staying a lot longer than an hour, and I have managed to avoid Max the entire time. But I could never take my eyes off him, god, I still loved him. So much it hurt. "Okay, what's up? You keep checking out on me." I shook my head. "Sorry, just, it's nothing." He sighed. "Babe, it's something." I pursed my lips. "I'll tell you later." Zack had a jealous streak, nothing crazy just normally when guys hit on me at the bars.

After awhile he went to the bathroom, leaving me on the couch, alone. I turned the beer bottle up, hoping to drown Max out as the couch dipped next to me. I turned and was both surprised and not surprised to find Max next to me. "So it is you." I nodded as he smiled at me. "It is me." He nodded. "Your hair got longer." He said lifting a strand and I giggled. "Yours did too, and a few new tattoos." I said, my finger brushing the one on his temple.

"I noticed you finally got some yourself." I nodded. "Just the two." He smiled at me, sucking his snake bites in, what he does when he gets anxious. "Look, I'm sorry for how I ended things. You were a distraction but in the best way. I also never should've yelled at you." I pursed my lips. "It was three years ago, Max. I forgave you awhile ago." He smiled at me. "Hey do you wanna-" "Hey babe." Zack's voice interrupted us, him coming around to the front of the couch.

"Oh, Max this is my boyfriend Zack. Zack this is Max, an old friend of mine." Max stuck his hand out for Zack to shake, "Good to meet you man." Zack just gave him the smallest of nods before taking his drink from in front of Max and turning it up. "Yeah. You're in my seat." I furrowed my brows and stood, getting close to him. "Don't be an ass, Zack." He scoffed. "You think I don't know about you two?"

"You think your friends haven't told me about the great Max Green?" His voice was getting louder. "Take a walk." I said and he looked down at me, towering over me. "Go Zack, I'll meet you outside." He huffed before storming off. "I'm so sorry, Max-" "He's not good enough for you." He cut me off, making me raise my eye brows. "I don't think you get to tell me whose good enough for me, Max." He scoffed. "I just, don't think he deserves you."

I furrowed my brows and stared into his eyes, trying to get a read on him. "You're jealous." I scoffed. "So what if I am?" I rolled my eyes, grabbing my drink. "You don't get to be because you let me go. Max, I really thought I got over you only three months ago. I had a revolving door of men until Zack came along, and I finally feel better. I finally feel like myself again!"

He stared at me as I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off. "I still love you." I stopped, my body relaxing. "You what?" I asked quietly as he took a step closer, his hand grazing my waist. "YOU WHAT?!" I heard and turned to see Zack, drunk and storming over. "Zack-" I stepped forward to stop him when he put his hand on my shoulder, shoving me to the side as he speared Max to the ground.

I managed to stand, kicking off my heels. "ZACK!" I yelled as I grabbed his shoulder. "Get off him!" He slung me back, overpowering me easily. As I stood straight, Max managed to get him up and pin him to the wall. "YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!" He yelled before tossing him into the glass coffee table, shattering it.

Zack slowly stood, throwing a punch at Max which connected with his eye socket, knocking him to the ground. "HEY!" I screamed, catching his attention, Zack turned to look at me. "And you! How dare you, my girlfriend, act like a fucking whore-" I reared my fist back, letting it fly, I nailed his temple, hard. Knocking him to the ground as Max stood. I moved so I was standing over him, stepping on the glass in my bare feet.

"Don't you ever hit him again! And don't you ever call me a whore, or so help me god, I will make you disappear!" I yelled, pointing down at him. I stood straight as Max came over. I looked up at him, breathing hard. "You still love me?" He nodded and I grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss, everyone else at the party still staring. The kiss was tender, and familiar. I never realized how much I missed kissing him till now. "I love you too." I said leaning back and bending down for my shoes. As I stood, he picked me up. "I'll get the glass out of your feet when we get home. But for now, my little bad ass, I think your favorite ice cream place is still open, and after that, you deserve all the ice cream you can stomach!" I cheered as he walked out of the house, carrying me to his car.

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5:3666

(All We Have: Part Two)

Part One

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson fall into a night time studio routine when he starts keeping you company through your insomnia and you decide to work though some past demons

Word count: 3,200 (ish, I lost count editing)

Feels: Fluff with a dash of past trauma

Warnings: Drug & alcohol consumption, domestic violence, cursing, Colson being so sweet it almost makes your teeth hurt

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - 5:3666

Warren Zevon - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

The Vamps - All Night

Halsey - You Should Be Sad

A/N: If you've been affected by anything in this story, please know you're not alone. My inbox is always open and I'm all ears 🖤

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During the first couple of weeks of moving in, you’d been partying A LOT. The guys wanted to show you just how mad it got, breaking you into their chaotic household, blending the days together. Everyone was hyper and the house was buzzing with energy. You'd been so exhausted from all of it that you'd been all but passing out each night, but you couldn’t lie, it was great fun.

You’d tried to pass on a few nights but Colson would never hear of it, often forcing you out of your room to get involved as the house was filled with people, jam sessions taking place in between drinking games. It was a far cry from your usual homelife, your last housemate mainly kept to themselves so your place was normally pretty chilled. Colson had used your place as a quiet escape over the years, but it seemed you wouldn’t have the same set up extended to you here with this lot.

With the pandemic unfolding, the house had started getting quieter, less people in and out every night and everyone was settling into a lazier way of life. The gang were mooching around the house throughout the day and while the house was still lively at night, it wasn’t quite the party central you’d almost started getting used to. Your normal working routine went out the window as everyone had started working from home mainly and without your daily routine, followed by nights out partying, your insomnia was back with full force.

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You were lying in your bed, trying to force sleep on yourself but after trying to nod off for a couple of hours, you accepted defeat and got back up. Throwing some sweats on and one of Colson’s huge hoodies (you’d been slowly sneaking them out of his closet, finding that the masses of material drowning your small frame were super comforting), you headed down to the kitchen, turned the stove on and filled the kettle up. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard footsteps on the tiled floor. Colson strolled into the kitchen looking disheveled in a white tank top and boxer shorts, hair ruffled and looking sleepy

“Dude, it’s 3am how come you’re up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, living that oh so fun insomnia life again” you sighed “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was already awake. Couldn’t sleep either and heard someone moving about so thought I’d come down” He replied, climbing onto one of the breakfast stools

“Yeah, I think it’s not having much of a routine. Hate lying in bed staring at the ceiling so just got up. You want a cup?” you offered, pointing to the chamomile tea you were brewing

“Sure, thanks” he says, taking the steaming mug from you

You sit down at the breakfast bar with him and start chatting, scrolling through instagram as you do. After about an hour, as you’re talking about an article you’re reading, you notice Colson doesn’t respond and you look to your right and see he’s fallen asleep, leaning on his hand, his mouth slightly ajar.

“Hey, sleeping beauty” you whisper, rubbing his back with your hand “Go to bed”

He slightly jolts at your touch, opening his eyes “Nah man, I’m keeping you company”

“Some company” you laugh softly “pretty sure you just slept through all my rambling there”

He leans against your shoulder, closing his eyes again “Hey, at least you’re not sitting here alone. That’s something right?”

“That’s true” you smile, leaning your head against his “You’re very appreciated, do you know that”

You gently push him upright and stand up “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m pretty tired myself, so you’ve definitely helped”

He’s laid his head down on his arm on the counter, his breathing getting heavy immediately so you pull his other hand making him stand up. He stands up and puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the stairs, your legs feeling heavy as you climb each step, carrying some of Colson’s weight as he sleepily walks with you

Once you’re standing outside your bedroom doors, he pulls you in for a hug

“Night kid, don’t be wandering around bored if you can’t sleep yeah? Just come get me. Nothing worse than sitting up alone at night…”

“Will do. Thanks Col” You squeeze him a bit tighter as he kisses the top of your head

“Night” you smile, as he let’s you go and turns and heads into his room, waving his hand up behind him

Undressing and crawling into bed, your eyes feel heavy as your head hits the pillow. Colson was right, insomnia was a much less lonely experience with a friend.

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Of course, as is always the way after your sleepless nights, you sleep in super late the following day meaning the cycle continues and you find yourself wide awake as the witching hour approaches. Feeling restless in your bedroom, you get up, and decide to head downstairs and out into the studio because you figure you might as well put this time to good use. You settle into a chair with your acoustic guitar and started playing, stopping and starting as you figure out a melody, working your latest lyrics in with it

“I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest. Got no anger, got no malice…”

“I thought I told you to come get me if you couldn’t sleep”

You almost drop your guitar as you hear Colson’s voice behind you, “Jesus, how are you such an enormous human but you still manage to creep up on me all the time?”

“Just a stealthy motherfucker I guess” He laughs, flopping into the chair next to you

“Whatcha working on? That sounded sweet, keep playing…”

Colson knows you sometimes get a bit self-conscious with people watching you sing, so he lights his joint, rests his head on his hand and closes his eyes. You smile as you see what he's doing, thankful he always understands what you're like.

You turn back to your notepad, reading over your lyric outline quickly before repositioning the guitar in your lap and resetting the metronome

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‘I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice, Just a little bit of regret

No, nobody else will tell you, so there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out and then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs, and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry, I feel so sad

I tried to help you, it just made you mad

And I had no warning about who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down

And then ran so fuckin' far, that you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough of them’

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“Man, that was beautiful Y/N. I got some chills right there…You just wrote that?”

“Nah, it’s something I dug up from ‘back then’. Been going through some old lyrics and samples while we’ve got all this time on our hands. It’s kinda cathartic to go over some of that stuff now there’s a bit more distance you know”

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A couple of years ago, you’d been stuck in a really toxic relationship with your ex, Stevie. Your time with him had been a tornado of arguments, drugs and the constant heartache of him cheating on you. Every time you’d get close to having the strength to leave, you’d always cave in and the mess would continue with you losing a bit of yourself each time you stayed. You’d become pretty used to his violent outbursts, he had always been controlling and short tempered, often pushing you and throwing stuff around your apartment. Despite his own frequent infidelity, he flew into a jealous rage with you constantly.

He’d always hated Colson, despite him being one of your best friends, and while he’d play nice to his face you’d always get it in the neck once you were alone about how you and Colson were ‘too close’ and he ‘didn’t trust him’. Before that final night you’d spent with him, things had been pretty good with the two of you for a few weeks, there hadn’t been much drama and so you hadn’t thought too much of inviting him out with you and the gang for a night out clubbing. Your good run had clearly come to an end, when you felt his hand grab your arm tightly and drag you off the dancefloor where you’d been dancing with Colson. You’d been bundled into an uber so quickly, you hadn’t even managed to get your handbag from inside. You saw Colson running out of the club, followed by Rook and Slim who was holding your bag, as the cab pulled away.

Once you were back at the apartment, he flew into a rage. You’d never seen him this bad before, his eyes were dark and when you tried to argue back, calling his jealousy ‘pathetic’ he snapped. He’d grabbed you by the throat and slammed you against the wall, “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again” he’d spat in your face, before striking you so hard with his fist that the skin across your cheek split open. It was as if his actions had knocked him back to reality, he’d let go of you and you ran to your bedroom, locked the door behind you and started packing a bag. He hammered on the door, begging you to open it and you could hear that he was crying. You looked around for your phone before you remembered you’d left it at the club. Desperate to get away, you opened your laptop and brought up instagram, managing to send Colson a message asking him to send you an uber to his house straight away. You’d thrown your laptop and a few more bits in your bag, the battery dying before you had a chance to wait for a reply, before pulling the bedroom door open and barging past Stevie. He’d tried to grab you, but you’d finally had enough “Never fucking touch me again” you spat, pushing him off you. The hatred in your voice rooted him to the spot and he said nothing as you walked out, the door slamming behind you.

Once you were outside the apartment building, the reality of what had just happened and the situation you were in started to wash over you. You had no phone, no wallet, your laptop was dead. Just as you were starting to seriously panic, an uber pulled up and Colson had leapt out of the backseat. You’d been in total shock and had just let Colson guide you into the cab and then out into his house, up to his room. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his bathroom and lifted you up onto the counter. He grabbed a flannel and soaked it with warm water, rinsing it out before pressing it softly against the cut on your cheek, gently wiping away the blood that had mixed with your mascara laced tears. The tenderness of his actions was almost too much and you started to sob again.

“Hey, hey. Y/N, look at me” he said softly, lifting your chin so you looked at him, his blue eyes misty themselves “It’s okay, you’re safe here. Don’t move, I’ll be back in a sec”

He left the bathroom and returned with a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Putting them on the counter next to you, he crouched down and undid the straps on your heels, slipping them off your feet and then helping you down from the counter. “I’ll leave you to change”

When you came out of the bathroom, Colson was lying in his bed “Come here” he said, holding his arm and beckoning into his side. You crawled under the covers next to him and snuggled into him, his long arms wrapping around you.

“Col…” you said quietly

“Yeah?” he whispered back, stroking your hair off your forehead

“Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve always got you Y/N”

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“I hated that fucking guy. That night...I wanted to kill him after what he’d done to you”

You see him tense up at the memory and you lean over and squeeze his knee “You’re such an amazing friend, do you know that. I don’t know what I would’ve done that night without you”

"You're a fucking warrior Y/N, you'd have handled your shit. I was just happy you trusted me enough to let me be there for you. You deserve so much better than that" he says, covering the hand you'd placed on his knee with his, staring you in the eyes and returning the smile that's crept across your face

"You know there's been a few punches I've wanted to dole out on behalf of you over the years, but you've never let me" you tell him

"Too right I'd never let you. I never want you in the drama, you're too good for getting caught up in that shit" he replies, pointing at you with mock sternness

"Hey" he says, seeing your expression wash over with a tint of sadness "At least the sleepless nights aren't what they were then…

… If we're gonna work through some old demons this lockdown, I'm sure I've got some songs and lyrics that have never seen the light of day" He reaches over the desk and pulls his laptop towards him "You've inspired me… "

"Oh no, are we gonna fuck our heads up with this?" you joke nervously, worrying that Colson's going to delve into something that's going to upset him

"Nah, I got you covered and you got me, right?"

"True dat" you say, as he holds his fist out so you can fistbump, his eyes now focused on his laptop screen

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You felt kinda bad, having kept Colson up all night with you the last two nights, especially as you'd got him reminiscing about some tough memories, so tonight you tried to sneak past his room when your restlessness got the better of you.

"Nice try kid!" Colson says as he throws his bedroom door open, causing you to yelp in fright. standing there topless with his sweatpants hung low in his hips, he lights the joint hanging from his mouth "I told you we were in this together now"

"I felt bad, making you stay up with me"

"You didn't make me do shit…Wait a sec, let me find a hoodie. If I have any left in here…" he says, giving a pointed look towards the huge blue hoodie you were wrapped in before walking back into his room and rummaging through his drawers

"Oh shush, you have like a hundred…"

"Right come on" he says, pulling a pink hoodie over his head and flipping the hood up over his messy hair "Let's see what we get into tonight…"

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And so the nights went on like this, the two of you falling into an easygoing studio routine. If there wasn't anything else going on in the house, you'd eat dinner together then head to the studio and work through the night into the small hours, skipping out the pretense of trying to sleep. You were both pretty productive at this time it seemed, both being proclaimed night owls, and keeping busy during these uncertain times was keeping your minds off the unfolding pandemic.

Considering he’d referred to his home studio in the past as the ‘rage cage’ (and it certainly could still be party central when the entire crew got involved), it was actually a place you drifted towards to relax these days. You’d always worked well together in a studio, but over the weeks spending so much time just the two of you, you became more in tune with each other, noticing when one of you had hit a wall and it was time for bed. Sometimes you'd work in comfortable silence, side by side, engrossed in your own seperate tasks. Sometimes barely any work would get done as you put the world to rights talking about anything and everything in a late night impromptu therapy session.

This evening, you'd been sitting cross legged in your chair for hours now, focusing so hard on editing a song which was driving you mad, you hadn't realised your feet had gone numb. As you try to move, your knees crack and pins and needles shoot through your legs. Colson looks up from the screen he'd been engrossed in after hearing you groan and sees you rubbing your feet trying to bring back the feeling to them

‘C’mere’ he said, before turning his chair towards you and leaning down to grab your legs, bringing your feet up onto his lap. He pulls your socks off and begins massaging your feet. You lean your head back, eyes closed and let out a long ‘hmmm’. You don’t see Colson glancing over at you and shifting in his seat as he lets out slow breath before turning back to his screen

“Now this is the kind of work session I could get used to”, you sighed "You being my studio bitch on hand for foot rubs. Although, I imagine this enjoyment goes both ways Mr Foot Lover” you tease, throwing him an exaggerated wink

Colson throws his head back with a hearty chuckle, and light heartedly slaps your calf

"Keep it in your pants Y/N"

You laugh and wiggle your toes, Colson letting out a dramatic, throaty groan in response. "Those are some sexy little toes though" he states, sticking his tongue out.

Still laughing, you put your hand to your chest, and gasp as you feign prudishness and try to pull your feet away. He grabs both your feet in one of his hands, keeping them in place then leans over the desk and pulls your laptop towards you

"Get on with some work you, this is supposed to be keeping you motivated, not distracted"

He scolds affectionately, with a smile on his face

“Okay, okay, spoilsport” you grumble as you pull your computer onto your lap

Half an hour passes, your legs still on Colson’s lap with him still massaging your feet absentmindedly with one hand while he works, and your eyes begin to feel heavy. You don’t realise you’ve fallen asleep, until you’re awoken by a “woah” from Colson as he catches your laptop which is about to fall. Taking it from your lap, he states “Right, time for bed you”

You check your phone and see it’s already 5:36am.

You stand up and stretch then walk over behind Colson, putting your arms around his shoulders, and resting your chin on his head. Looking at his screen, you yawn “You got much left to do?”

He leans back into you, bringing his hand up to rest on your arm, “Making some good progress so just gonna finish a couple of bits”

“Okay dude” you gently kiss the top of his head and squeeze the back of his neck a couple of times as you turn to leave “Try and get some rest, we’ve got a long day of sweet fuck all to do tomorrow” you say through another big yawn

“Heh yeah, Night Kid” he says softly, letting out a yawn himself. Colson turns and watches you head out of the studio and lets out a big sigh. Feeling the back of his neck still tingle from where you’d squeezed it, he’s suddenly aware of how empty the room feels without you in it....

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Silence: Elijah Mikaelson - TVD/TO (Request)

Elijah Mikaelson x partner!reader, romantic

Elijah is upset with you for drinking so much and the two of you fight.

Request from Wattpad.

TW/CW: Drinking, controlling partner, fear, might be something else I've forgotten.

Word count: 2.4+ K

Completely unedited.

•

Swaying to the music and feeling the hot bodies around you, you smiled. The Mystic Grille back home was great and all, but places like this, places no one cares about who you are and you can let loose, are the absolute best. Though that may be the alcohol talking.

You had five, maybe six, shots. Plus, of course, a fuck ton of beers prior to said shots.

Despite Elijah’s warning, one you didn’t really care to listen to, you had gone out.

Kol, of course, came along for the ride. After all, if his brothers wouldn’t let him have any real fun, then he’d tag along with you and find some trouble of his own.

A pair of hands rested on your sides.

The contact of someone you knew wasn’t your partner caused you to turn around in fear.

Kol stood there, smirking.

“Don’t worry, it’s just me, love,” he said, shouting over the music.

Realizing it was him, you relaxed and smiled.

“I wanna do more shots,” you said, bouncing around.

Kol laughed. “You keep this up, I might not be able to get you home without Elijah knowing.”

“Shots, Kol, shots,” you said, dragging him to the bar. “We are doing them.”

Kol allowed you to pull him along, smiling. “God, Elijah is going to kill me in the morning.”

“What?” You asked, not hearing him.

The bartender smiled politely at someone and handed them a martini.

The bright lights of the club’s neon lined bar reflected off Kol’s pale skin, making you giggle slightly.

The bartender smiled, placing their hands on the edge of the bar.

“What can I do for you?” They asked.

“Shots!” You shouted, continuing to bounce.

Kol nodded, giving the bartender a polite smile.

“Water them down a bit, will ya?” He asked, leaning over the bar slightly.

The bartender looked at you then back at him before nodding.

“Gotcha,” they said.

•

Kol, with one arm wrapped around your waist and the other holding your arm over his shoulder, made his way to the front door of your place.

“Come on,” Kol said. “We’re almost there.”

You laughed.

“Almost pear,” you said, still laughing.

Kol smiled a little, shaking his head.

As the two of you reached the door, Kol tried to grab your keys from your pocket but failed. You moved away from him, giggling.

“Y/N,” he said. “Let me get the keys.”

He tried getting them again but you moved away, landing against the wall and falling, all while giggling.

“Nuh-uh,” you said, smiling at him in your drunken state.

Kol sighed and tiredly smiled at you. He picked up the keys that had fallen out when he fell.

“Come on, love.” He reached for you but you crawled away on all fours. “Y/N, you need to go to bed. Elijah --”

“He is not my daddy,” you said, crossing your arms and pouting.

The drizzle from earlier made its home on your trousers.

Kol glared at your childish actions. But he couldn’t really fault you for that. He would have acted the same way and besides, you were drunk. Most people do and/or say stupid shit like that. It wasn’t surprising, really.

While talking, neither noticed Elijah as he walked over.

“Am I not?” He asked, causing Kol to whip around.

Eyes wide, Kol’s mouth opened to say something but Elijah held up his hand.

“You can go,” Elijah said, his gaze only leaving you for a split second to look at his brother.

Kol shrugged and tossed him the keys.

Elijah caught them with one hand.

Instead of walking over and helping you up, he walked to the door. He didn’t even bother to say anything as he did so.

“Elijah,” you called.

He ignored you.

“Eeeliijaah,” you called again.

He kept ignoring you as he unlocked it.

Pouting, you got up but stumbled. You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you fell. The ground wouldn’t be so bad to sleep on. Sure, you’d be wet in the morning, but you’ve done it before.

Elijah stood at the, now open, door.

Of course, he wanted to go back and pick your drunk-self up. He was your partner and did love you very much. Even if you had directly and purposefully disobeyed him.

After fighting with himself for a good minute, he went back and picked you up. But, using his vampire-speed, the two of you went inside and he tossed you on the sofa.

You sunk into the soft, blanket covered sofa, grinning. Though the ground and grass of your front lawn was fine to sleep on, a sofa was definitely better. Not as good as your bed, but beggars can’t be choosers.

“I knew you loved me,” you mumbled, pulling one of the throw pillows into your grip and quickly falling asleep.

•

At the Mikealson’s place, you relaxed in one of the sofas, hiding your face from the sunlight. As much as you enjoyed the relative silence of the house, you hated how open the rooms with sofas were. But, it wasn’t that bad.

There was this crushing force being applied to your skull from pretty much all angles. Since you got onto the soft, warm, comforting sofa, you hadn’t left. Every time you moved, the ground under you felt like it was swaying and you wanted to puke. The mere mention of eating also had a similar effect. The feelings were slowly diminished, but not as much as you wished they had.

Elijah, your current partner and favourite person, walked into the area of the house you were desperately trying to sleep in. He said nothing as he poured a glass of alcohol.

The mere sound of it made you cringe.

You pulled the blankets tighter around your body. “Do you wanna join me? I could use some cuddles.”

He didn’t say a word.

“Elijah?” After realizing he wasn’t going to respond, your shoulders slumped. “Is this because I got drunk?”

His silence spoke volumes as to what he was getting at.

“You’re really going to give me the silent treatment because I wanted to have some fun?”

He sipped the dark liquor from his glass, turned away from you.

“Okay, fine. Two can play at that game.” You fell back into the sofa and buried yourself.

If he was going to ignore you, you would ignore him, too.

•

Several weeks passed by and he still hadn’t talked to you. It was really starting to get under your skin, but Elijah seemed cool as a cucumber. As always.

Happily, you threw your arms around Kol’s neck. He was sitting on the sofa, making it that much easier.

“I’m bored,” you said, pouting.

He flipped the page of his book. “Your point?”

Straightening, you smiled. “Let’s go to a club or something! I want to party.” You mimed dancing, tossing your hands into the air like you just don’t care.

Kol laughed and set his book down. ‘You sure? Elijah still hasn’t talked to you since last time and that was weeks ago.”

You nodded, still dancing to nothing.

“Fine, but he gets pissed again, don’t go blaming me,” he said as he got up.

•

The pulsing music felt good as you swayed to it like there was no one else there. It felt good in your soul. The three or four drinks you’d had definitely helped loosen you up. They let you move to the music in a way you usually wouldn’t which is just what you needed.

Kol, instead of dancing with you, sat at your table and watched, drinking and smiling. A few girls had taken peaks at him. When he looked over at them and smirked, they giggled and looked away. The Original had that effect on people, especially girls.

Someone comes up from behind and starts dancing with you, getting a little too touchy for your liking.

You turnt to Kol, giving him a look that said “help”.

He nodded and stood, leaving his empty glass on the table.

Before Kol could reach you, someone else pulled the stranger away.

“What the fuck, dude?” The rando asked.

Elijah cooley glared at them before turning to you. “We’re leaving.”

“Oh, no, fuck that, you can’t make me do shite,” you said, crossing your arms. “I’m having a good time and I ain’t about to let you ruin that.”

The two of you glared at each other for a while before Elijah grabs you and drags you away.

“Elijah!” You yelp as he pulls you along, his strength far exceeding your own.

Kol hoped that the two of you would actually talk about Elijah’s overprotectiveness so the hostility between the two of you would go the fuck away and he wouldn’t be stuck between you two anymore.

•

The bouncer for the club watched as Elijah dragged you away but said nothing. Still, he watched on with narrow eyes.

You turnt back and waved goodbye with a smile. It was your way of letting him know you were fine.

He nodded to you, a polite smile on his face.

Elijah dragged you along to his car, opening a door for you.

“I’m not getting in,” you said.

Elijah sighed. “I do not wish to compel you, my love, but I will if I must.”

The defiance you tried to keep up faded as you got into the passenger seat of the black sedan.

•

Elijah sipped on a glass of whiskey, sitting on the sofa in the living room. His suit jacket lay over the arm and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

When he had found you gone, he wasn’t surprised but still the anxiety of your disappearance had made him feel like puking.

Despite his rather cold actions toward you lately, he loved you more than he had loved anyone else in his life. He’d said it before about other lovers in the past, and he had loved them greatly at the time, just as he did with you now. But now is slightly different to back then. Now, there were other monsters he had to fear, ones that could find him and, more importantly, his family much easier than before. That family now included you and you had no way to protect yourself from the horrors his family had to face.

He mentally slapped himself for even considering being with a human.

With all the dangers of just being around supernatural creatures like himself, being with one romantically was even more dangerous.

Elijah downed the rest of his drink and set the glass down. He leant back into the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

“So, what?” You said, walking into the room. “You can drink, but I can’t?”

Elijah sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t feel the effects the same as you do, my love,” he said. “I’ve also had one drink over the course of several hours, not a bunch over the course of not even an hour.”

You rolled your eyes.

In a random act of defiance, and right in front of Elijah, you poured yourself a glass of whiskey. It was your way of saying “fuck you, you controlling arsehole”.

He didn’t try to stop you, not even when you downed the entire glass.

“You should eat something. There are still leftovers in the fridge,” Elijah said.

Ignoring him, you poured another drink and downed it.

“My love,” he said. “Please, eat something before you go to bed. I can make you something if you wish.”

“Fuck you.”

The vampire sighed and rubbed his face. “Why are you like this?” He mumbled.

“Why do you have to be a controlling prick?”

He looked up as you drank more from the decanter containing whiskey. His jaw tightened but he said nothing.

“What? Can’t admit it so you ignore it?” You asked. “And I thought you were the mature one of the lot.”

Elijah stood and began to leave. “I’m going to reheat some leftovers for you. It’ll be in the kitchen when you’re done.”

“Don’t.”

He looked back. “Don’t what?”

“I want answers, Mikaelson, not fucking food.” You set the decanter down with a thud.

Turning back to you, Elijah sighed. “I’m rather tired, Y/N, can we do this tomorrow?”

“No. I want answers and I want them now. You’re being a total fucking control freak and I want to know why.”

“I’m not,” he said. “I’m not trying to be.”

You crossed your arms and scoffed. “Well, you are. I’m safe with Kol. He knows how to make sure I’m okay when I drink. I don’t need you butting in.”

Elijah got closer to you. He looked down before meeting your gaze, his voice hardening. “And what if he loses track of you at a club or bar? What if you find yourself in a dark alley? What if there’s someone there? Someone we’ve-- I’ve done wrongs to? What happens then?” He asked, torturing himself with the idea.

You looked him up and down, finally understanding what was going on in his head. “This isn’t about my drinking, is it?”

Elijah shook his head.

“Doll, why didn’t you just talk to me about it?” You asked, getting closer and taking his hand. “I’d be fine with drinking at home or somewhere you believe’s safe.”

He shrugged. Elijah, ever respectful, brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.

“I hate thinking about it,” he whispered, pulling you in close. “I hate thinking about you getting hurt. When I sleep, it’s plagued by different scenarios, each one more horrific than the last. And even if I don’t, I still stay up and play and replay things that could happen to you.”

You kissed him softly on the forehead. “Elijah, you don’t have to worry about that. Not when my best friend is Kol Mikaelson and my beloved partner is Elijah fucking Mikaelson. What vampire, or witch, or werewolf, or whatever, in their right mind would try it?”

Elijah chuckled. “Not many of them are, my love.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll stop going out to clubs and bars and shite.”

He shook his head. “No, no. I was being too ‘over dramatic’, as Rebekah would say. Just, please, tell me and take Kol with you.” Elijah cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb across your skin. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either,” you said, smiling at him.

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HELLO!! I rarely see any jearmin stuff ,, more eremin hcs really,, and I was hoping you could maybe please write some jearmin angst or give jearmin headcanons if you don’t mind!! 🙏😵‍💫💖

thank you for requesting anon! here’s 1.1k words of jearmin angst (with a somewhat decent ending) because I felt like crying tonight<3

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All I know is suddenly without you, the bed feels too big.

Jean Kirstein wakes up every morning on the left side of the bed. Arms tight around a cold pillow, feet entangled with a cyan blue blanket. Jean drags his feet to the bathroom, he takes the pink toothbrush out of the glass, uses the remainder of a spearmint toothpaste. The note on the mirror reminds him to get groceries after work, a little heart at the end of the note. He did get those groceries, one month and nineteen days ago, but the fridge was empty now. And so was the chair by the window that looked out to the sea, so were half the shelves on the oak bookcase, and three of the drawers in his bedroom.

“Jean, look! My article was published on this magazine!”

“Congrats, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.”

Jean read that article and every other of the same author, every night before bed. He found warmth and peace in the author’s words, the ones written at least; because the last ones said to him cut him like knives.

It was such a stupid fight, about Jean working overtime, or maybe it was about him being away for months to write his book, because why did he want to be away from me? That’s all Jean wondered when he left their cottage by the sea, to go to a secluded cabin and continue his writing. He’s the one who wanted this house, the one who wanted to leave the city, so why was he going back now, insisting Jean kept the cottage?

Jean would drink his morning coffee and then crawl back to bed. He hadn’t changed the sheets since he left. He knew it was unsanitary, but he didn’t feel dirty in the slightest. His smell had fainted away from the pillowcase and from the closed drawers, but Jean made sure to only use his cherry shampoo and body wash, only use his forgotten perfume that smelled exactly like the ocean when at its calmest. He sprayed it all over the house, especially on the cyan blanket he wrapped around him. He would light the vanilla-scented candles in the living room, leaving them to burn until the scent made him dizzy.

A daily phone call from Connie or Sasha would wake Jean from his trancelike state, he would laugh with them, they would ask him how he was and he would say he’s doing better. When the phone call ends, he bursts in tears, cuddling the pillow on the right side of the bed, cyan blanket covering his torso.

This time, it was a knock on the door that broke his eternal pondering. Stumbling out of the bedroom, still in his old shirt, though very small on Jean, he opened the front door. Expecting to see Connie and Sasha, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, hand signing for them to get in. Until he heard his voice.

They stared at each other for what felt like eternity. Bloodshot brown eyes met bright blue ones, until the latter spoke again. Jean could barely understand what he was saying, but he was letting him in, closing the door behind him with a creak.

“This is yours. I took it with me accidentally.” Jean looked down at a brown sweater, one that he barely remembered.

“Oh.” Was all he managed to blurt out. He felt so stupid and a huge lump on his throat made his voice higher than usual. He must have noticed, because the smile he gave Jean looked sad.

“The weather is starting to get cold here, so I thought you would need it.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, hands fidgeting with the sweater he accepted before he placed it on the kitchen table.

“Jean-”

“Armin...Sorry. Please go on.” Jean knew his tone was giving him away, every voice crack making his tears threaten to fall. Armin tucked a piece of blond hair behind his ear before clearing his throat to speak.

“Please attend Eren’s party next week.”

“I can’t.” Jean had tried so many times. Every time they invited him out, he would sit in his car and watch Armin go in the house of that day’s hang out, or the bar, the restaurant, wherever, and then drove back to the cottage again.

“Everyone misses you.” Armin mumbled, now fidgeting with a ring on his thumb. Jean noticed his ring finger was red at the base and that suddenly made him feel somewhat better. It meant Armin took it off before coming over. After all, Jean hadn’t taken the engagement ring off either. It sat on his ring finger proudly, only being removed during showers.

“Do you?”

“Jean-”

“Do you miss me, Armin? Do you miss this house? Do you miss the ocean, our bed-”

“I don’t.”

“You’re lying.” Jean muttered through gritted teeth. His vision was blurry and his cheeks suddenly felt hot and wet. Why was he crying so much? Why couldn’t he stop sobbing? Why was he on the floor, knees brought to his chest, hugging them?

And what was that weight he suddenly felt on his back? Whose arms were wrapped around him, wiping tears away? Was it Armin? Was it just an illusion?

“I’m lying, Jean.” A voice, as if coming from far away, drowned by Jean’s sobs. “I didn’t want to return your sweater. It smelled too much like you. I thought maybe, if I come here the house would also smell like you. But it doesn’t smell like anything at all.” Armin’s voice was also cracking now, tears mixing with Jean’s as he rested his cheek against the taller man’s.

“Everyone’s house has a different scent, doesn’t it? But you can’t smell your own home’s scent. You’re home, Armin.”

“I’m home?”

“Please say you’re home. I’ll make everything better. I’ll be so much better. For you. For your book. I’ll take you to every sea in the world, I’ll take you to the moon if you decide you want to be an astronaut instead.”

“Jean?” Armin’s voice, sweet as if it was dripping with honey, stopped Jean’s sobbing nonsense for a moment. Brown eyes met blue ones again, this time barely making out each other’s shapes, yet Jean found Armin so beautiful, even blurry as he was.

“Yes?”

“I’m home. I’m so sorry.”

“I love you. Thank you, thank you, Armin.” Jean’s tears stained Armin’s button-up shirt, but a smile still escaped his lips, for the first time in one month and nineteen days.

“I love you too, Jean Kirstein. Forever and always.”

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Yes! I'm so glad u watched mrs Fletcher it deserves more love tbh how about a mrs Fletcher x female reader where she's a classmate of hers in the creative writing course they go too and eve flirts with the reader whenever she catches reader checking her out lmao and reader gets all shy/flustered and they see each other again at some bar and hook up? If that's cool! You can write it smut or not whatever is cool with you but uhh it be hot ofc 👀💀

I loved this show so much! I really hope you like this.

She was doing it again. You could understand why schools forced girls to cover their shoulders when the large swaths of her skin were distracting you. You couldn’t keep track of the conversation. Every time you looked away, she was like a magnet, drawing your gaze back.

And each time you did there would be a small upwards curve to her lips.

Not that you were staring at her lips. Again. You flushed and looked back down to your notebook, spinning your pen with your fingers.

When you looked up Eve was twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, lower lip worrying between her teeth, eyes averting from you before they could meet yours.

Your eyes tripped over her body, pausing to admire her collarbone, the way her chest rose and fell, the pale skin leading to the edge of her shirt.

Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips. A sharp inhalation had you looking back at her, her eyes boring into yours. There was something in them that had you clenching your fists, a warm tingle spreading over your body.

You turned your attention to whatever bullshit was spilling from Barry’s mouth. You tried to hold back an eye roll but couldn’t quite manage it. Eve giggled, making your eyes snap to her again, along with everyone else’s in the room. She murmured an apology, ducking her head to remove the attention from herself. As discussion started up again she looked up, giving you a wink. Your face warmed up.

You let the rest of the class wash over you, your eyes darting up now and then to look at the brunette across the room from you. You didn’t realise the lesson had finished until the noise suddenly increased as one voice layered over another. You shook your head, gathering up your notebook, shoving it into your bag.

“Are you coming with us?”

You looked up, surprised to find Eve looking at you with expectancy on her face.

“Sorry?” you asked.

“To the bar? Are you coming?” she asked.

“Oh.” You looked over her shoulder to a couple of expectant faces watching you, “I wish I could.”

“But?” She gently tugged on a strand of your hair, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“But it’s my friend’s birthday and I promised I’d stop by,” you said.

She pouted and you had to suppress the urge to kiss it away. She tugged on the strand of your hair again, wrapping it around her finger.

“I was hoping you’d come,” she said.

“Sorry but a promise is a promise,” you said, trying to suppress your blush.

She chuckled and you ducked your head. She lifted it with a finger under your chin.

“You’re a wonderful friend,” she said, “although I’d like you to remember my disappointment when you’re having fun tonight.”

“From the sounds of it, you don’t need my presence to have fun of your own,” you replied.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said.

“I’m sure,” you replied, “have fun, Eve.”

You slipped out of the room with an apologetic smile. Your friend’s birthday was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, spending more time with Eve was everything you craved, but on the other you were terrified of making a fool of yourself in front of her. Better to avoid even the potential of it happening than to live through it.

The thought of what if made you a dull member of the party and when it was suggested it move to a local bar it made you a pang go through you. You couldn’t help but wonder which bar Eve was at, and what she might be doing. And with whom.

The group pushed through the doors of the bar, laughter and chatter loud, the cool breeze following you in. You were swept towards the bar without much thought. A cool beer was pressed into your hand. You wrinkled your nose, passing it on to one of the other girls.

“There’s some hot guys here,” one of the girls almost shouted in your ear. You giggled, flicking some hair over your shoulder, “reckon we should try and get the birthday girl laid?”

You looked in the direction she was gazing and froze. Julian was swaying in time with the music, a bottle of his own hanging loosely from his long fingers. If he was here then that meant…

Fingers pressed into her waist, turning you around. Sparkling blue eyes met yours and Eve lent forward, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke.

“I thought you said you couldn’t come out tonight.”

“The party moved,” you replied.

“I guess this is my lucky day,” she said, “now are you going to order me a drink?”

She gave you a cheeky grin, tugging on the end of your ponytail. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach, your eyes darting down to her lips then back up again. You gave a nervous laugh.

“What are you having?” you asked.

“White wine with ice,” she replied.

You turned away, slapping your hand down on the bar. You were immediately greeted with the smile of the bartender. You put in your order, ignoring the wink he shot your way. Your fingers brushed against hers as you passed over the cool glass. She threaded her fingers through yours and tugged you away, shooting a glare behind you.

You settled at a table, your knees pressed together, watching as she slung one leg over the other. You licked your lips, watching as her eyes focused in on them, darkening. Her own tongue darted out and you felt heat rise high on your cheeks.

“Your friends look like they’re having fun,” she said. You glanced over your shoulder at the dance floor. A few of your friends were dancing, the birthday girl grinding up on Julian who looked as if he didn’t know what he’d done to deserve it. You gave a dry chuckle, knowing he wouldn’t be able to handle her if she got another drink in her. You turned back around to find Eve staring at you.

“What?” you asked, shifting in your seat.

“You’re an incredibly beautiful young woman,” she said, “you know that, right?”

You chuckled, “thanks.”

She reached across to you, her fingers running over the back of yours. It sent a shot of arousal through you, the skin on skin contact and soft touch making you catch your breath. She curled her fingers around, turning your hand over until it was facing palm up.

“I feel special that you’re not joining in the fun to indulge me,” she said.

“You are special,” you said, then blinked. You hadn’t meant to say it. Even if it was true.

You were surprised by the flush on her skin and the way her eyes looked down at your hand, where her fingers were still tracing over the lines of your palm. You stood, shuffling around the table. She looked up at you. You pulled your hand out from beneath hers.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” you said, “so this is the time to tell me if you don’t want it.”

When she didn’t say anything you cupped her cheeks, tilting her face up. You pressed your lips to hers, soft and unsure of yourself. She wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you a set forward. You almost unbalanced, falling against her body. You gasped and her tongue invaded your mouth.

One of her legs managed to slip between yours, keeping your body pressed against hers. You slid a hand into her hair, tangling your fingers in it until it pulled. She moaned into your mouth before nipping at your lower lip.

You couldn’t get enough of her. She was intoxicating, addictive, and all you wanted was to let her consume you. Her kisses were like fire and you were worried if she asked you, you’d let her take you right then and there on the table. She drew back from you.

“Well, that was...,” she trailed off, sounding as breathless as you felt.

You didn’t let her catch her breath before kissing her again. You couldn’t stop. She was the air you breathed, the only important thing left. You needed her the way you’d never needed anyone else.

A loud laugh had you breaking away. You looked over your shoulder again, finding a group of your friends waving at you. You rolled your eyes and turned back to Eve.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you asked.

“Yes.”

She stood up, leaving her half drunk glass of wine, the ice long since melted. She slipped her arm around your waist, and you couldn’t stop your own from grasping her hip. You nipped at her earlobe, feeling her shiver from where she was pressed against you.

She drove you back to her place, assuring you her son was away at college with no plans of returning any time soon. You stumbled as you tried to pull your shoes off as she pulled you into the house. She grabbed your face, kissing you deeply. She pushed you against the wall, hard enough for your breath to woosh out of you.

You grabbed her hips, hauling her up until her legs wrapped around your waist. Her fingers buried in your hair, tugging on it until you were moaning into her mouth. You spun, pushing her against the wall, feeling her arch towards you.

She directed you to her room. You threw her down on the bed, watching as she bounced, her mouth falling open in surprise. She crawled over her, settling yourself on her mouth while you kissed her again. Her hands slipped under your shirt, palms pressing to your spine. You were holding her chin while you kissed her with abandon. She trailed her lips down, pressing to your pulse point, teeth scraping against your skin. Your head fell back as she pulled your shirt from your body. You reached behind you, unclasping your bra and throwing it to the side.

Her hands kneaded your breasts, brushing against your hardening nipples. You arched forward, seeking her touch. Her mouth closed around one of your nipples, sucking on it until a curse fell from your lips. She chuckled against you, pinching at the other while she looked up at you with big eyes. You stared down at her, your fingers tangling in her hair, keeping her pressed to you.

She kissed back up your body, hovering close enough for your breaths to mingle. You surged forward, pressing yourself to her. You pawed at her, until you could pull her own shirt from her body. She fell back, pulling you with her until you were holding yourself above her. You couldn’t stop your eyes roving over her form, all pale skin and beauty. She left you breathless.

You kissed her with abandon, hoping you were making her feel even half of what you did. She groaned as you slid your hands down, tracing her skin, feeling how soft it was beneath your fingertips. She sighed as you tasted her skin, taking your time with her. You slid down her body, wondering if you could kiss every inch of her before the night was done.

You unbuttoned her jeans, watching her lean on her elbows to watch, her hair awry. You nipped at her hip bone as you passed, enjoying the way she thrust up towards you. She hummed as you pulled the jeans from her legs. She kicked them away.

You grasped her ankles, pinning them to the mattress. You pressed a kiss to her knee, working your way up until your lips were pressed to her inner thigh. Her eyes were smouldering where they met yours, her lower lip caught between her teeth. You dipped forward, blowing over her heat. Her legs twitched, as if the impulse to clamp her legs around your head was running through her.

Your mouth descended on her. A curse fell from her lips and her head fell back on the pillow. You grasped her thighs, parting them further, giving you more room as you devoured her. Her fingers clutched at you, pressing you to her as she ground against your face. You hummed, feeling her body stiffen.

She grasped your face, pulling until you climbed up her body, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. She kissed you, her tongue plundering the depths of your mouth. Her fingers worked on the fastening of your own jeans, practically ripping them from your body. You groaned into her mouth as her fingers found your core, running through your folds. You shifted your hips, a featherlight touch over your bundle of nerves making you whine.

You pressed against her own heat, stroking her as her fingers did the same to you. You sat up on her, your hips moving insistently as she made pleasure tingle along your skin. Your own fingers were still, waiting at her entrance.

“Please,” she moaned.

You pressed one finger into her, waiting for the go ahead before you added another. Her own finger began to circle your clit. You made a breathy little moan, your fingers stuttering. She shifted beneath you until you began to curl your fingers within her, watching her mouth fall open. You lent forward to kiss her again, wanting to feel as close to her as possible.

She flipped the two of you, straddling your waist. Her teeth nipped at your lower lip, tugging on it. In retaliation you pressed the pad of your thumb down on her bundle of nerves. She made a strangled noise in the back of her throat. You gave her a cheeky grin that slipped as soon as you ground her palm against yours.

She was the first to fall apart, her fingers faltering as she threw her head back, her body tensing. You watched in fascination at the way her face contorted in pleasure. You watched her calm down, a smile taking over her face. She gave you a quick kiss before disappearing between your thighs.

You’d already been close but the sight of her down there, making eye contact with you, had you a panting mess. It wasn’t long before you were following her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into you. You were crying out, gripping her too tightly as your legs shook.

She crawled back up your body, lying down beside you. You rolled onto your side, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. She smiled, pulling your forward into a soft kiss. You tangled your legs with hers, running your fingers along the bare skin of her back. She shivered, pressing closer to you.

“I’m glad you came to the bar,” she said.

“I’m glad we ended up at the one you were in,” you replied.

“We’re both very lucky then,” she said.

You hummed, leaning forward to kiss her again. She stopped you with a finger to your lips. You blinked, drawing back, the flush of shame filling you.

“I’d like to take you out to dinner tomorrow night,” she said, “if you’re free.”

“Oh,” you said, “yes, I’d like that.”

“Would you?”

You rolled over, straddling her waist and cupping her cheeks. She looked up at you. You kissed her again.

“You have no idea how much I’d like that.”

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His Girls

For my dear friend @sweetsecretskeptinside , who loves the idea of Aaron being a girl dad probably more than I do. Part of the Full House series Rating: Mature (for the tiniest bit of spice, but mostly because Emily has a potty mouth) 

Trigger Warning: mentions of people throwing up/being sick Read over on a03, or below the cut

“I should cancel.” She says, nervously biting her lip as she readjusted their daughter on her hip. “I don’t think it’s a good idea if I go.”

Ivy was unwell, a cold making their usually happy baby very cranky. Emily was standing by their front door, dressed in a knee length red dress, her hair curled to perfection and her make up painstakingly applied. She looked beautiful, as she always did, but on edge. She had Ivy curled in her arms, the 9 month old practically trying to crawl under her skin as she clambered to get impossibly closer to her mother.

Aaron was usually the favourite, the one Ivy would seek out at any given moment, but as soon as she was sick she was all about Emily. Demanding her mother’s embrace and attention.

“Em, love, it’s your bachelorette party.” He says, trying to reason with her. “If you don’t go it’s kind of pointless.”

“But she’s sick.” Emily rocks Ivy, gently patting her back at the same time to try and soothe the rattle in her chest. Each cough that came from her daughter made Emily’s heart constrict. “She needs me.”

Aaron closes the gap between them then pulls his fiancee and daughter into his arms. “She does, but I’ll be here.” He soothes, pressing a kiss to Emily’s temple. “And you need to go out with your friends, when was the last time you did that?”

He knew the answer was long before Ivy was born, her reluctance to go to bars with Penelope and JJ whilst pregnant born out of being the designated driver, and having to ignore many questions about her sex life with Aaron. He still remembers her coming home one night when she was 5 months pregnant, frustrated to the point of tears over how different things were.

He also knew that some of her hesitance to go out now was that this was the first time she was willingly spending a night away from their daughter. Emily had gone back to work months ago, when Ivy was 4 months old, so had been away on several cases since then, but she’d turned down many requests from Penelope for girls' nights in the interim. Wanting to spend as much time with Ivy as she could when she didn’t need to be away.

Aaron loves her for it, how much she adores their daughter. She was exactly the mother he always knew she would be, the one he assured her she was when she struggled to believe she could do it during her pregnancy and the hard early days of motherhood. But he knew she needed some of her old self back, to remind herself of who she was outside of the BAU and their home. So despite how much he selfishly wanted her to stay home, how he knew Ivy would settle easier with her there, and how he struggled to sleep without Emily next to him, he was encouraging her to go out.

Emily sighs. “A long time ago.” She runs her hand up and down Ivy’s back again, who now had her face pressed into Emily’s neck.

“We’ll be fine here.” Aaron says, gently easing the baby into his own arms. “She’ll go to sleep soon anyway, and then Jack and I will watch a movie.”

Her hands twitch to reach out for Ivy when the little girl starts to cry again, but the doorbell rings before she can talk anymore about cancelling her night out. Emily sighs as she turns to open the door, a fake smile plastered on her face as Penelope enthusiastically greets her, pulling her into a hug.

Ivy cries, drawing the attention back to her. Emily is by Aaron’s side immediately, her hand on her daughter's back. She kisses her hair, soothing her with gentle words.

Aaron and Penelope exchange a quick look whilst Emily kisses the back of Ivy’s head, and an understanding passes between them before Emily can change her mind again about going out.

“Come on.” Penelope says as she links her arm through Emily’s. “The bride-to-be can’t be late to her own bachelorette party.” She tugs Emily towards the door, not really giving her any choice in the matter. “Your adorable mini-me will still be here when you get back.”

Emily throws Aaron a smile over her shoulder as she leaves, watches as he gently bounces a still cranky Ivy. “Call me if you need me to come home.”

“Have fun, sweetheart.” He says as the door closes behind them, unable to resist smiling when he could still hear Penelope’s enthusiastic voice as they walked away from the house. He looks down to Ivy in his arms, and rubs her back when she coughs again. “Why don’t we go see what your brother is up to?”

Ivy promptly throws up on him and he sighs.

It was going to be a long night. ______________________

Aaron is surprised when JJ brings Emily home only three hours later. When he opens the front door and sees her leaning against their friend, a giggle on her lips and a very hazy look in her eyes, he realises this might be the drunkest he’s ever seen her.

“Is she ok?” He asks, not quite covering the panic in his voice as he takes her from JJ, who made sure Emily was fully leaning against him before she let go.

“She got really drunk, really fast.” JJ explains, a sheepish look on her face. “The same thing happened to me my first night out after I had Henry.”

Realisation dawns on him, a memory of Haley getting absolutely wasted her first night out with her friends after she had Jack. Her tolerance changed, but her expectations of her ability to drink wine like it was going out of fashion remained the same.

Emily could drink like no one he had ever met. He attributed it to her growing up in Europe. Wine and hard liquor were her drinks of choice as a teenager, as opposed to the wine coolers and beer she was more likely to have drunk if she had been in the US. He could smell absinthe on her breath, and he wondered if they’d even bothered to eat anything before they went straight into the heavy drinking.

“Thanks for bringing her home, JJ.”

JJ nods at him, and mercifully ignores it when Emily clearly palms the front of his jeans. She always had been a handsy drunk. He thanks JJ again before closing the door, and he thinks logistically about how he was going to get Emily upstairs.

“You’re very handsome.” She slurs into his cheek, hand moving round to his back pocket, slipping in and grabbing a handful of his ass. “So pretty.”

Aaron stifles a laugh, knowing when he tells her about this in the morning she’ll be embarrassed. “Ok, sweetheart.”

She somehow stumbles on the spot and he knows he has no choice but to carry her. He wraps an arm around her back and places one under her thighs, lifting her into his arms. As soon as she is leaning against his chest she loops an arm around his neck, sleepiness taking her almost instantly.

He gets her into bed managing to change her into one of his t-shirts and get her shoes off, tucking her in. When he gets in next to her she rolls towards the edge of the bed. “Need to check on Ivy.”

“Not now, sweetheart.” He laughs pulling her back towards him. “She’s sleeping, just like need to.”

“I need you.”

He kisses the top of her head. “I’m right here.” ______________________

He suddenly wakes up at 1.30am and at first he’s not sure what’s woken him. Aaron sits up in bed and quickly realises it’s empty next to him. He hears retching coming from the ensuite and is out of bed quickly.

He finds her kneeling on the bathroom floor, just flushing the toilet as she sits back, groaning as she turns back to look at him. He sits on the floor behind her and rubs her back. “Oh, sweetheart.”

“I used to be able to drink more than this.” She laments, all but crawling the small distance from where she’d been laying on the bathroom floor into his lap, curling up into him like a cat. “I cannot remember the last time I got sick. I think I was a teenager.”

Aaron smiled to himself as he stroked her hair. She wasn’t wrong, she could usually drink the entire BAU under the table. Derek never learnt, always daring her to drinking challenges he would inevitably lose. The worst Emily ever got was a hangover, a headache that made her head feel like it was going to explode as she begged him to stay in bed with her. He’d never seen her get sick with it before.

“Sweetheart, you had a baby 9 months ago. And you only just stopped nursing her. Your tolerance has probably changed.”

She groans and presses her face into his thigh, curling tighter into his lap. “So what you’re saying is this is our sweet little girl's fault?”

He laughs at that. “No, what I’m saying is that you probably shouldn’t have gone straight for the absinthe.”

He feels her gag at the mention of alcohol and stops himself from laughing, knowing she would kill him for it even in her inebriated state. “Hindsight is a wonderful thing, Aaron.”

Aaron is about to ask her if she is fine to go back to bed when she wrenches herself from his lap, head bent over the toilet bowl again as she throws up again. He holds her hair with one hand and gently rubs her back between her shoulders. “You’re okay, Em.”

She groans, pulling back and leaning against him.

“You done?” He asks gently, hand still rubbing circles on her back. Her answer is a nod, and he flushes the toilet. He gets on his knees to reach for a washcloth off the counter, and he runs it under the tap before sitting back down next to her.

She apologises again as he washes her face gently with a washcloth, wiping away tears and vomit as she murmurs threats towards Penelope that he knows she would never carry out.

“You’re ok, love.” He soothes, pulling her hair back into a ponytail with a hair tie he had found on the floor.

“I’m a mess.” She laments, leaning against him. “I don’t know why you want to marry me.”

“Because I treasure you.” He replies, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Besides this isn’t that different from when you were pregnant with Ivy, except this time I can make it better.”

“You make everything better.” She mumbles into his neck, finally sounding sleepy. Aaron smiles and kisses the top of her head.

“Do you think you can make it to bed?”

She shakes her head against him. “No.” She swallows, grimacing at the taste in her mouth. “You can go though.”

He scoffs. “Like I’m going to leave you on the bathroom floor alone.” Aaron kisses her forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He leaves the bathroom and grabs a couple of pillows from their bed as well as the comforter.

He sits back down on the floor, and settles with his back to the bath, a pillow between him and the hard surface. He pulls her to his side so she can lay on him, a pillow on his thigh for her to rest her head on. When she’s settled against him he places the comforter over her.

“I’m sorry.” She apologies again, words slurring due to her sleepy state and the alcohol in her system.

“Stop apologising.” He replies, cupping the back of her head. “I love you, part of that is looking after you when you’re sick.”

“Even when it’s self-inflicted?”

“Especially then.” He soothes. “It’s just another way you and Ivy are similar.” He jokes. “I’ve had both of you throw up on me tonight.”

She lifts her head, too quickly if the groan that followed was any indication, and looks at him with concern laced through her features. “She was sick? You should have called.”

“Em.” He placates, lowering her head back down into his lap, scratching his blunt fingernails over her scalp. “She is fine, she just coughed a little too much that's all. It was only once.” He continues the way he’s scratching her head, knowing it never fails to lull her to sleep. “Now try and get some rest, baby. I’ll be here if you need me.”

She sleeps for two hours against him, and when it becomes clear she will sleep through what is left of the night he gently removes himself from under her. Despite a slight protest in his back he picks her up off the floor, gathering her into his arms so he can settle her into their bed. She doesn’t wake at all, a true sign of just how much she must have drunk. He places the comforter back over her and puts an empty trash can on the floor on her side of the bed.

Aaron slips into bed next to her and falls asleep as quickly, the warmth of her body providing comfort he could never find elsewhere. ______________________

Emily wakes up in the morning feeling awful. Aaron is not in bed next to her, but there is a glass of water on the nightstand along with some painkillers. She quickly takes them, carefully sipping the water as she does so, her stomach still unsettled.

She gets in the shower, washes away the lingering stench of liquor she swears she can smell on her skin. And she brushes her teeth to get rid of the awful taste in her mouth.

When she gets downstairs no one is in the house. She grabs her cell phone off of the kitchen counter, not even sure how it got there in the first place, and is about to call Aaron when the front door opens.

Aaron walks in, Ivy’s car seat in one hand and a McDonald’s bag in the other. Jack walks in right behind him, another McDonald's bag in his hands and a big smile on his face. As the smell of greasy food gets to her nose she doesn’t think she has ever loved her fiance more.

“You, Aaron Hotchner, are a GOD.” She kisses him before taking the baby carrier from his hand, leaving it to him to sort out whatever food he’d bought. Emily smiles at Ivy as she lifts her out. “Hi sweet girl. I missed you last night.” Ivy coughs against her and Emily frowns at the pitiful sound that comes out of her. “Oh, baby.”

“Em.”

She turns to look at Aaron and can’t help the laugh that escapes her when she sees the pile of hash browns he has bought.

“I love you so much.” She says as she reaches for one. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

“Me or the hashbrowns?” He quips, a wide smile on his face.

Emily bites into the food in question and groans. “It’s about 50/50 right now I’m not going to lie, honey.” ______________________

Ivy cries throughout their entire wedding ceremony. The little girl reaching for her father from Derek’s arms, clearly feeling as if she was missing out on something.

Aaron looks up at his bride, once again taken aback by how beautiful she looked. She gives him a quick nod before looking down to Jack who was standing by Aaron’s side, and she gives the young boy a wink.

Aaron walks over to the front row and takes Ivy from Derek, her tears clearing up almost instantly when she is in her fathers arms. He goes back to the front, apologising to the officiant before looking back at Emily.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Emily whispers to Ivy. “Didn’t want to miss out on the fun, huh?”

They smile widely at each other when they are told they are man and wife, and she leans forward and kisses him, laughing against his lips when Ivy grabs at her. Tiny fingers digging into the lace of her dress at her shoulder. Emily pulls back from her husband and beams at her daughter, taking her into her own arms. She rests Ivy on her hip and kisses Aaron again.

He places his hand on Emily’s cheek, holds her in place despite the good natured jeering from their guests. When he pulls back he keeps his hand on her face, thumb skimming over her cheek bone. He smiles as he looks at them both together, Ivy resting her head on Emily’s shoulder. He wraps his arm around Jack's shoulder and pulls him towards him, and with his whole family within reach he doesn’t think he’s ever been happier. ______________________

Once the festivities at Dave’s have ended they go back to their own house. Jack and Ivy fast asleep by the time they get home, the long day having taken it out of them. Aaron carries in Jack, and Emily takes Ivy, whispering to him that she’d meet him in their room once they’d settled the kids down.

Aaron pulls Jack’s bedroom door closed behind him and smiles when he sees light still filtering out from under the door to Ivy’s nursery. He walks in and his smile widens when he sees Emily pacing the room, still in her wedding dress, their daughter fast asleep in her arms as she speaks to her in both English and French.

“My girls.” He whispers, and it draws Emily’s attention to him, a beautiful smile on her face and a flush to her cheeks as she sees him.

“She started to wake up when I went to put her down.” Emily explains, tilting her head back to look at the baby against her chest. “Although she seems to be out now.”

“I’ll take her.” He says, reaching his arms out and gently taking Ivy, both relieved when she stays asleep. “You go to bed, love. I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay.” She kisses Ivy’s head. “Goodnight, baby.” ______________________

He helps her unbutton her dress, the tiny buttons down her back almost too small for his hands to undo. She sighs as his hand traces up her spine, loosening the dress over her shoulders. Aaron doesn’t miss how she yawns as she steps out of it, the lingerie underneath the dress briefly distracting him.

She leans back into him, smiling as he wraps his arms around her. “Hi, husband.”

Aaron kisses her temple, his smile wide against her skin. “Hi, wife.” He’s about to trail his hand down her belly, run his fingers over the lace of what she is wearing, but she yawns again and his decision is made.

He shrugs off his jacket and then his shirt, settling the shirt over her shoulders. He turns her around and does up a couple of the buttons before kissing her. When he pulls back he rests his forehead against hers. “Let's get into bed.”

Emily climbs into bed and he follows after stripping off the rest of his clothes. Aaron pulls her towards him, settling her tightly against him.

“Shouldn’t we fuck or something?” She asks, pressing her face into his neck. “It is our wedding night.”

Aaron laughs and grabs her leg, resting it over his waist. He runs his fingers up and down her thigh. “You’re tired, Em. It’s been a long day and you need sleep. We have forever for everything else.”

She hums, sleep already overtaking her. “What did I do to deserve you?”

He kisses her forehead, and gives the only answer he has for her. “You’re you.”

[harrylovex]

MAN IN A SUIT

summary: you meet Chris at a wedding and he takes you back to his house...

warnings: fluff, smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, spitting, filthy dirty talk, alcohol usage

a/n: ummm this is my favourite thing i have written so far...i love wedding!chris ;) feedback is much appreciated and let me know if you have any requests! also please don’t hesitate to send me a private message if you guys ever need a friend to talk too. love you all lots!!!!!!

you were sat in a church, fourth row from the front, wedding leaflet perched in your lap. a smiling couple’s photo on the cover, welcoming you to their special day. you waited patiently for the ceremony to begin.

abby, one of your close work colleagues, was getting married today, and you were so happy for her. the church was beautiful, big paintings all around, softly decorated with flowers everywhere.

her husband to be was quite weathly, so they had gone all out with the wedding, guests had been arriving for the last half an hour and the benches were beginning to fill.

you sat quietly in your dress, looking around every once in a while. you didn’t have a plus one, you didn’t have anyone to bring. you were kind of shy when it came to talking to men, and so you had only ever had a few short term boyfriends in the 23 years that you had been on this earth.

as you sat daydreaming, the last few guests began to arrive.

suddenly, there was an ass in your face, someone squeezing past you, knocking your knees.

“oh! sorry!” you exclaimed, picking your feet up and letting the unknown person pass.

“no worries, it’s my fault for being late”, a deep voice said. you looked up at the man, the light shining around his face. he was gorgeous, you’d never seen anyone like him.

you smiled as he sat down next to you, his thigh rubbing against yours. oh my god, you thought to yourself, he was hot.

he was wearing a dark blue tux and looked incredibly handsome, his beard and smiling mouth making you swoon a little. you tried to hide the fact that you were blushing.

the man turned to you as he sat down, holding out his hand. “sorry i startled you a minute ago, i’m chris”.

his eyes sparkled, looking you up and down. you chuckled to yourself and shook his hand. his palm feeling big and warm against yours, goosebumps crawled over your skin, and you prayed to god that chris hadn’t noticed.

“i’m y/n”, you replied, smiling widely at him.

you both faced forward again as the music started up. abby’s husband was standing now at the altar, sweating a little. the huge doors opened at the entrance and abby slowly began to walk through, arm hooked into her dad’s as he walked her up the aisle.

you gasped a little, taking in how beautiful abby looked, her hair in curls down her back, a small tiara perched on her head. her dress was strapless and trailed down her back, reaching a few metres behind on the floor.

abby reached the altar and the priest began his usual routine. you sat back on the bench, distracted by the gorgeous man sat next to you, he was so close, and smelt so damn good.

he leaned towards you discreetly, keeping his eyes on the bride and groom.

“so...bride or groom’s side?” he whispered.

“bride’s, you answered. i work with abby, have done for the past few years.” his breath tickled your right cheek, smelling of spearmint toothpaste. “you?”

“also bride’s side, i’ve know abby since we were kids, i used to live next door to her.” chris returned to his earlier position, and you both sat in silence for the next twenty minutes. listening intently to the bride and groom seal the deal and say their vows. every now and then you would sneak a few side glances at him, seeing how the light shone on his face from the window. he sat with a small smirk on his face, his large hands perched on his thighs that were spread out, still touching yours.

just before the ceremony was about to finish, chris dropped his wedding leaflet on the floor in front of you. he bent forward to pick it up, grabbing your right thigh with his hand to keep himself balanced. you tensed at the gesture, feeling the adrenaline rush through your body. chris took his time sitting back up again, accidently banging his head on the bench in front of him in the process.

“shit”, he mumbled loudly, making you laugh.

“shh!” you both turned around, looking from where the noise came from. and old lady behind you scowled, holding her finger up to her lips. chris looked at you and raised his eyebrows, making you giggle again. you both turned back around, chris rubbing the back of his head with the hand that had just touched you.

you both sat in silence for the rest of the ceremony, finally getting up to gather with the bride and groom outside. just before you went to walk through the doors, you grabbed chris’ hand from in front of you, taking him by suprise. “can i stay with you outside?” you asked him. “i don’t really know anyone here apart from abby...and now you i guess...” chris stared at you, immediately making you look down at your shoes, regretting what you had said.

chris hooked his pointer finger under your chin, making you look up at him. “of course you can, love, follow me.” the way he called you love made butterflies explode in your stomach. he grabbed your hand again, pulling you through the crowd to the green garden out the front.

all of the guests were gathered around in small groups, champagne flutes in hand, chatting about the lovely ceremony that had just taken place and getting to know new people.

“can i get you a drink?” chris asked you, never letting go of your hand. “sure, champagne is fine.” you watched as he wandered off towards the drinks tent, taking in the sight of his body. wow, you never thought that you were going to meet someone so handsome and friendly today, funny how things can change.

chris walked back with two flutes in his hand, some black sunglasses perched on his nose, making him look even hotter than before.

“thank you” you said as he handed you your drink. he smiled at you, pulling you over to a group of people he knew, introducing you before striking up a conversation.

it was a few hours later, the evening creeping up on you. you had consumed quite a few glasses of champagne by now, the alcohol making you feel confident, but a little dizzy.

you had lost sight of chris about an hour ago, getting caught up in conversation with abby. chris had been wonderful, introducing you to everyone and now you had pretty much spoken to over half of the guests.

“y/n! come back to the house with me, i need help getting ready for the party tonight”, abby said, smiling. she still looked incredible in her dress, totally relaxed and happy. “i’d love to! let me just grab my bag.” you walked over to the cloak room area, searching for your small shoulder bag.

once you had found it, you sauntered back outside, eyes landing on chris a few metres away. he was caught up in conversation with abby’s dad.

his eyes met yours, his pupils a little dilated from the alcohol. he muttered something to abby’s dad, walking slowly over to you.

“hey. he said, grinning slightly. “hi”, you replied, laughing at him. “listen chris, i’m going back to abby’s to freshen up for the party later”. his expression dropped. “will I see you again later?” he asked, making your heart flutter.

“maybe...” you replied, smirking up at him. just before you turned away to leave, a wave of confidence came over you, and you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, in a spur of the moment. “see you later” you whispered in his ear, your hand on the back of his neck.

you scurried off, leaving chris stood on the grass, cheeks tinted red, his mouth a little open.

you had been to abby’s, and now you were back at the venue, having a delicious dinner. sadly, chris was not on your table. but you made small talk with everyone, glancing at chris a few times as you sipped your way through a few gin and tonics. you were definetley taking advantage of the free bar.

you hadn’t spoken to chris since before you left for abby’s, and you were dying for him to approach you. he sat a few tables away, he had taken his blazer off, and sat in his trousers and white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a silver ring perched on his middle finger.

your eyes met a couple of times throughout dinner and dessert, chris’ eyes staring into yours as you smiled at him innocently.

finally, people started to abandon the tables, moving over to the bar or onto the dancefloor. chris didn’t miss the opportunity, coming over quickly and sitting to your right. he hooked his fingers onto the underside of you chair and pulled you towards him, until your thighs and elbows were touching. he smelt of aftershave and beer.

“so...did you have fun at abby’s?” he questioned.

“yes I did actually, what did you do while I was gone?”

he smiled. “i hung out here with the groom and a few of the other guys.”

you looked over to chris, his eyes glistening. his tongue flicked out onto his bottom lip for a second, and you wondered what it would feel like to kiss him, what his hands would feel like roaming your body. the alcohol was definitely starting to take over your thoughts.

chris stretched out, snaking his left arm around your shoulders and resting it there lighty. you stared at his hand, his fingertips softly grazing your collarbone.

the two of you sat like that for a while, talking as if you’d known eachother since forever.

after a while, you started to feel a bit flustered. “can we go outside for a bit, it’s getting hot in here.”

“of course.” chris stood up, holding his hand out. you gladly took it, stumbling a little as the alcohol rushed to your head.

“woah!” chris caught you by the waist, his arm extending back around your shoulders.

“maybe i shouldn’t have had that last gin and tonic.” you laughed together, reaching the doors. chris opened them, letting you go through first. you gave him a small smile.

it was much quieter out in the open, and you started to feel much better after a few breaths of fresh air.

you turned around, looking for Chris and saw that he had gone round a corner and was leaning back against a brick wall, staring at you whilst he took a sip from his bottle of beer.

your eyes met his and you blushed, looking down. he gestured with his fingers to go over to him, so you did.

you slouched against the wall next to him in silence. you stayed like that for a few minutes, before chris spoke up.

“you know, i never thought i was gonna meet someone like you here today, i’m so glad I didn’t bring some random chick as a plus one.”

you laughed a little, running your hands through your hair. “if i knew i was going to meet you here i would have told abby to get hitched years ago.”

it was chris’ turn to laugh now. he took a long swig of his beer, as if for confidence, and moved to stand in front of you, placing his free hand on the wall next to your head.

his eyes bore into yours, leaving you speechless.

“can i kiss you?” he asked, his tongue slipping out to lick at his bottom lip.

you didn’t know what to say, so you just nodded, your heart beating out of your chest.

chris smirked, leaning in until your lips met.

his lips were so soft and warm, fitting like puzzle pieces against yours. you kissed him back firmly, your hands on his chest.

his hands wandered to your waist, squeezing slightly. you gasped at the contact, chris taking this opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth.

he tasted of beer, his tongue exploring your mouth. you’d never felt anything like it, you couldn’t believe that the hottest guy you’d ever seen was actually kissing you up against a wall. chris moaned into your mouth and you thought you might faint just by the sound.

you laughed a little under your breath, and chris pulled back, breathing heavily.

“what are you laughing at?”

“um...your beard is tickling me.”

he laughed out loud, smirking before moving to kiss along your jaw.

it felt so good. he moved down to your neck, his fingers trailing down your thighs, hitching your dress up a little.

pressing kisses along your throat, you lifted up his shirt a little, running the tips of your fingers up and down his abs.

he bit at your neck, soothing the sting with his tongue, making you whimper against his ear. chris had never heard a more beautiful sound.

his hands found their way to your painties, cupping between your legs.

you breathed out harshly at the contact and pulled away.

“chris, as much as I want to, we can’t do this here.”

chris was also breathing heavily, his lips red and hair messy, he looked gorgeous.

“we’re leaving.” he said bluntly, grabbing your hand and pulling you back into the venue.

his eyes searched the room, looking for abby. his eyes landed on her standing by the bar, chatting to one of her old friends.

chris pulled you over to her.

“abby, me and y/n are leaving.”

abby looked chris up and down and saw you standing behind him, your hands entwined. she smirked, she knew you both too well and realised immediately what was going on.

abby laughed, her eyes sparkling. “have fun.” she said, “and Chris...look after y/n.”

you giggled, feeling chris’ hand tighten around yours.

“oh don’t worry, I will.” chris said. butterflies erupted in your stomach. you were in for the best night of your life.

abby waved you guys off and chris took you outside again, hailing a cab.

you climbed in after chris, excitement rushing through your veins.

chris mumbled his address before returning his attention to you, hands roaming under your dress.

you straddled him, forgetting about your seatbelt. his hands grabbed at your ass under your dress, earning a moan from you.

your hands were hanging loosely from his neck while you kissed him roughly.

chris bucked his hips up and you whimpered, not expecting it.

“fuck darling, i can’t wait to get you home.”

you smiled at the way chris called it home, running your hands through his beard.

the cab stopped as soon as it had started, the journey seeming short when your mind was focused on the literal greek god in front of you.

he pulled you off of him and you straightened your dress down over your thighs.

chucking a few notes to the driver, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the cab and up his driveway.

you could definitely get used to holding his hand like this.

woah, his house was huge. you gasped to yourself and tugged at chris’ hand.

he turn around and stopped, raising an eyebrow.

“your house is beautiful.” you said. chris laughed and grabbed you by the neck, pulling you towards his lips. you didn’t think you could ever get bored of kissing chris. everytime was like the first.

he kissed you harshly for a few minutes, making the butterflies in you stomach start to move down to your core.

you shivered, partly because you were cold and chris noticed, dragging you into his house. he didn’t stop until you were both in his bedroom, closing the door.

you stood awkwardly while chris took off his shoes, watching him from across the room.

he smirked and motioned for you to sit on the bed...you obeyed.

he lifted you up as if you weighed no more than a feather, putting you down so you were propped up against the headboard.

he pressed his lips against yours roughly, making you feel numb. he moaned into the kiss, stopping for a moment to pull your dress over your head and unclip your bra.

he leaned back to get a good look at you, taking his own shirt off. your eyes nearly bulged out of your head when you saw how chiselled he was. jesus.

he laughed at your reaction. “stop staring.” he said, moving to kiss by your collarbones.

the soft kisses he was leaving was making you open your legs unconsciously, your body sliding down the bed.

“eager are we?” chris asked with a smirk, running his fingers across the tops your thighs. “anything i do that makes you uncomfortable, you tell me immediately.”

you smiled at his kind words, your fingers tangling themselves in the hairs at the nape of his neck, his mouth moving down to suck at your hard nipples.

“fuck!” you cried out, your chest arching up.

he teased, sucking and licking at your nipples as if his life depended on it, moving from the left one to the right.

at the same time, he reached down and unbuckled his trousers, pulling them off quickly before discarding them in a corner of the room.

his attention back on you, he pulled you roughly by the ankles, making you lay flat on your back.

“are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

you nodded. lost for words.

“no, love, you’re gonna have to use your words if you want me to do something.”

“yes chris, please, i’ll be so good for you.”

he smiled at that, hooking his fingers in your panties and pulling them down and off of your ankles.

you breathed in and out, trying to catch your breath, but it was impossible with the way chris was looking at you right now.

you squeezed your thighs together, desperate for some friction.

chris tutted, pulling your legs open by your knees, his eyes never leaving yours.

goosebumps formed on your skin as chris picked your left leg up and slung it over his shoulder, kissing down your calf.

you stayed silent, watching him intently.

after what seemed like ages, he reached your core, blowing onto it lightly.

you whimpered, wiggling your hips.

“what did i say about being a good girl?” chris questioned, sending a light slap to your cunt.

you squealed, wiggling even more.

“fuck, my little puppy’s so wet for me.”

you moaned out at his choice of nickname, thanking god in your head that you had met chris.

chris began to taste you, his tongue sliding up your slit, creating a rhythm.

you squeezed your eyes shut, not having felt this much pleasure in your entire life.

“shit chris, it feels so good.” you could hardly speak, your words coming out in chokes.

“you taste delicious baby.” chris moved to your clit, applying more pressure with his tongue, grunting with every movement.

you reached your arms out, grabbing fistfuls of chris’ hair, pulling hard. you thought that you might be hurting him, but from the noises he was making, and how he was speeding up his movements on your clit, you realised that he loved it.

“so good for me...” he mumbled, never removing himself from you.

your pussy clenched around nothing, and you craved for chris’ fingers to be inside you.

not being able to form a sentence from the pleasure, you reached down and grabbed at his hand, pulling it towards your cunt. his fingers grazed your folds, before he pulled away.

“tell me what you want pretty girl...is it my fingers?”

“y-yes chris, please, please i need your fingers inside me.” you stuttered.

“aw, my little puppy wants my fingers stuffed into her cunt, is that it?”

you nodded, whining loudly. you looked down and saw Chris fumbling with his fingers.

he took his silver ring off of his middle finger, grabbing your hand and sliding it onto your own, looking up at you and smirking, his beard covered in your juices.

before you could process what had just happened, he spat sloppily onto your cunt.

you gripped the sheets, your pussy clenching hard. that was the hottest thing you had ever witnessed, you thought you might just come from that alone.

chris spread his spit through your folds, before sliding his middle and ring finger into your dripping hole.

you shut your eyes, clenching around his fingers, adjusting to the size.

“fuck baby, so tight for me, pulsing around my fingers.”

he started to thrust his fingers in and out fast, simultaneously licking at your clit. you moaned loudly, knowing that you weren’t going to last much longer.

chris wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you still as you squirmed underneath him.

your legs started to violently shake. “chris, chris fuck, i’m gonna come!”

chris loved the way you said his name, speeding up the pace on his fingers and his tongue.

“come for me, come on my tongue like a good girl.”

your orgasm took over you, you felt as if your soul was leaving your body. you cried out, gripping chris’ hair, your legs shaking violently.

you squeezed your eyes shut all through your high, chris’ pace beginning to slow down once you became oversensitive.

your heart felt as if it was gonna burst out of your chest. you could feel your juices dripping down your thighs.

chris pressed soft kisses up your torso until he reached your face.

“my girl did so well for me. came so hard.”

you started to come back to your senses, turning your head to face chris.

he smiled at you cheekliy, his fingers sliding into his own mouth, licking at your juices.

your breathing sped up again. you moved your head over to kiss him, tasting yourself.

“that was amazing.” you smiled into the kiss, moving your hand up to chris’ hair. “i never thought i’d end up in your bed when i woke up this morning.”

chris chuckled, his eyes darkening again.

“oh darling, we haven’t even started yet.”

[mcwriting]

Just Friends

sooooo... I know I've said I don't write smut, but I will write *barely* sfw stuff if I'm in the mood :)

College AU because that's my current aesthetic lol. Not explicit but defo spicier than what I normally write

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 2078

Warnings: light language, alcohol consumption, implied (consensual) sex

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The music was loud with a deep bass, reverberating through your spine as you carried a half-drank solo cup of indiscriminate alcohol and red fruit punch.

"Tom. I'm not feeling it tonight," you basically yelled to your best friend, a proud member of the fraternity whose basement you were in. "This just doesn't hit like it used to."

You were both going into your senior year of college, having been friends ever since your freshman dorm rooms ended up right next to each others.

Now that you and your friends were all legal, going to the frathouse instead of a bar just seemed unnecessary. The only reason you were really there was because Tom and his best friend Harrison were officers and had to live in-house.

Tom had only had a couple beers within the past hour, trying to stay steady with you, though you weren't even experiencing a light buzz.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to lean down to your ear.

"Whadd'ya want to do then?" he asked.

"Can we just go back to my place? We've got some alcohol in the apartment," you answered. He nodded. "Let's go find Emily first, make sure she doesn't want a ride, too."

You both made your way around, finally seeing your roommate and Harrison making out in one corner of the room, one hand holding a red solo cup and the other cupping his face.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed her shoulder, pulling them apart.

"Heeeeyyy. What are you two up to?" she asked, turning around and pressing her back up against the blonde who then wrapped both arms around her stomach, resting a chin on her shoulder.

"We're gonna go drink at the apartment, " you called, trying to get her to hear over the music. "Do you want to go in the uber with us?"

She shook her head.

"Nah, I think I'll stay here if Haz is cool with it."

"You know I'm always cool with you staying over," he added, spinning her around.

"Okay, well then you two know the drill," you started, "if you even think about taking advantage of her I'll-"

"You'll cut my dick off," he finished, "yeah, yeah, I know. I would never, I swear."

Harrison put a hand over his heart for good measure.

Your stern look turned to a grin.

"Alright you two, stay safe and all that jazz. See you tomorrow."

You were waving bye when Emily called out behind you,

"Don't forget to use condoms!"

You blushed like mad, and Tom did, too.

You were just friends, after all. Only friends.

Both of you went through the rest of the house in silence, going outside to wait for your driver. You crossed your arms in frustration over your chest.

"I can't believe Emily would try to embarrass us like that! She knows we're just friends! Now that whole party thinks we left to hook up."

"Come on, y/n. The music was too loud. If anyone heard it was like two other people and they're freshman. Who cares what they think?"

You laughed at his response as he squeezed your side again, trying to get you to loosen up and smile again. You couldn't help but comply as the driver pulled up.

✧

Tom was hunched over looking through your fridge when you exited your bedroom, having already removed any makeup and changed into sweats.

He stood up when he heard you.

"What all do you want to- is that my shirt?"

You looked down, then shrugged.

"Huh. Guess so. You can have it back if you want it," you said, starting to pull up up over your sports bra when he stopped you.

"No, no. It's fine. Looks better on you anyways," he quipped, shutting the fridge door. You couldn't help but smile at that last comment as you pulled it back down. "Speaking of clothes of mine, do you still have my grey sweats?"

It wasn't long before he had changed as well, wearing the pants he'd left from the last time and one of your XL sweatshirts.

"Are you sure this sweatshirt isn't mine, too?" he asked, tugging on it.

"Since when do you wear oversized sweatshirts, Tom?"

He paused and looked up.

"Oh, right. Never. Thanks for washing these pants for me."

It wasn't a strange occurrence for Tom to spend the night at your apartment, usually to get out of the frat house every so often. He typically took the couch or your air mattress and kept some clothes in your closet.

He hit his hands together, then rubbed them.

"Now that we've got that out of the way. What shall we drink?"

You were originally just going to finish a bottle of wine as you watched "The Wedding Planner" together on the couch, but then Tom discovered the bottles of tequila and vodka in the freezer during the scene where Mary gets drunk.

"Come on, babe. We've gotta do at least one shot. It would be way more entertaining."

"I can't imagine that either of us needs to be drunk to find JLo and Matthew McConaughey entertaining, but fine," you replied, getting up to pull out the shot glasses from the cabinet.

"I shouldn't have told you to look for the ice cream," you lamented, causing him to laugh.

About 20 minutes after a shot each, you were both curled up on the couch together, the alcohol hitting as the story was beginning to wrap up.

You felt a little awkward watching the characters confess their love for each other as you were leaning on Tom's side, his arms caressing you.

But you were just friends, right?

Yeah, but your drunk brain couldn't ignore the flashing sign inside that seemed to scream "but you're also kinda into him!"

And it was right.

You'd had subtle feelings for him since probably sophomore year, after having playfully hated each other throughout freshman year.

You liked to blame that sentiment on the fact that your beds had been against the same wall and you could often hear each other doing just about everything.

"I just don't get how people weren't more mad at her going after an engaged man!" Tom said, snapping you from your thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. But I mean she did try to avoid him for a while, I guess," you replied, not quite slurring but your words coming out just a little but slow.

Tom switched on a random TV channel after credits started rolling and shifted a bit, still holding you tight.

"You doing okay?" he asked. You nodded.

"Yeah, I think I'm already coming down. You were kind of right, though. Drunk watching gave me a whole new perspective."

"Oh yeah? and what's that?"

You could feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke, making you close your eyes sleepily.

"Hmm. I'm not actually sure."

He laughed at your response and then you both fell into a comfortable silence, both of you relishing in each other's warmth.

After a little bit, you sat up, rubbing your eyes and stretching.

"You good?" he asked again.

"Yep, just gonna run to the bathroom real quick."

You stood up, taking slow steps. Your thoughts were no longer clouded but your coordination wasn't quite there yet.

By the time you returned, Tom had gotten you some water glasses and returned to the couch. This time, you laid down so you could rest your head in his lap and look at your phone as he stroked your hair.

After a while of scrolling through social media and showing Tom the occasional picture, you closed the phone and set it on your chest.

You looked up and Tom and wondered aloud,

"What do you think Em and Haz are up to now?"

"Is that really a question? Smashing."

You snorted.

"Gosh those two don't know how to keep their hands off of each other. I can't believe it took them so long to figure out they were into each other. 'Just friends' my ass."

Tom gave an awkward chuckle of his own.

"Hey, that's our line."

You could feel the tension in that response, not sure how to respond as you continued to study Tom's face.

"We should probably start getting ready for bed," he suggested. "I can start blowing up the air mattress if you wanna go brush your teeth and stuff."

You had sat up but stopped him.

"Wait... will you... do you want to just sleep in my bed tonight?"

"What? Then where will you sleep? On the couch?"

You were a little stunned at his oblivious answer.

"I- what? No. I meant... do you want to share the bed with me? It's plenty big for two people."

He eyes widened.

"Oh... oh! Okay I get it now. Uh, sure. As long as you're sure. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything."

"Tom, I mean it. I want you to," you plead.

You were eventually getting ready to crawl into bed when you faced Tom, sitting back against the mattress.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked once again, making you grin. You reached up and pulled him into a hug.

"I promise, Tom. I really do."

You both pulled away just enough for your faces to be in front of each other, not even an inch apart. Your heart was racing, tension higher than ever between you.

It felt like forever staring at each other. You weren't really sure who moved first but suddenly your lips were crashing into each other's with a fiery passion, hands roaming each other's bodies for the first time like you were starved for touch.

Somehow you had flipped and made it onto the bed, you on top of Tom as you rode his leg.

It wasn't long before shirts were removed, too, and bare skin was against bare skin.

"Mmm... Where... um... condom?" Tom asked between kisses, both of you breathing heavily.

You paused and sat up, straddled over his hips, thinking. It had been a while since you'd needed one of those.

You slid off of him and went to the bathroom, reaching deep into the back of the sink cabinet, thankful to find that the box wasn't expired. When you stood up, you almost laughed at the way your face was flushed and hair unruly.

When you returned, Tom was sitting up looking at you, brows raised.

"So we really doing this?" he asked. You couldn't help but smile, thankful for his respectful nature.

"I am if you are."

It didn't take long to fall back onto the bed again, eventually tiring yourselves out and falling asleep pressed against one another.

✧

You walked out of your bedroom, hair still wet from a shower, looking to make some coffee.

As the first mug brewed, Emily came through the door.

"Oh, hey!" she looked around. "Did Tom head back already? I must've missed him. I guess he slept on the couch since I don't see the air mattress anywhere."

You were unsure of how to answer, pausing as you leaned back against the counter.

Once you finally figured out something to say, you were interrupted by Tom opening the bedroom door. His own hair was also still wet, and he held your bedsheets in a clump in his arms.

"Hey y/n do you want me to stick these in with any clothes or- oh hey Emily," he said, not registering the situation as he passed by her to put the bundle in the washing machine.

Emily, on the other hand, was standing frozen in shock. She looked at you, pointing towards Tom, then back at you, a hand then reaching up to cover her mouth.

"Oh my... I- did you two..?" her fingers wiggled back and forth between you two. You couldn't help but blush. "Holy shit, you did!"

Tom turned and walked to you with a maniacal grin, standing in front you as he reached past your body to grab the filled coffee cup.

"It's definitely possible," he answered her, leaning down to press a kiss on top of one of the hickeys he'd left on your neck.

"Finally! 'Just friends' my ass," she said, unknowingly paralleling your own comment about her. She was about to open her mouth again when you cut her off this time.

"Yes, Em. We used condoms. Now tell me if I've got any dicks to cut off."

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A/N: byeeee I don't know how to feel about this. On the one hand I'm pretty proud of it but also this is nothing like how I am as a person or how I usually write so I'm definitely out of my comfort zone here haha

Hope you all enjoyed though! If you did please leave a like or reply or something! I have more one shots similar to this in mind if anyone wants more like it!

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[talkfastromance4]

Leave before you love me--sebastian stan oneshot

a/n: This scenario has been in my head since I heard this song. Might be a little on the rusty side as I haven’t written in a while and I’m trying to find the groove for writing for Sebastian! 

Warnings: drinking mentions, party atmosphere, slight banter, a very lightly mentioned age gap (reader is 25) and he is his true age, heavy 80s inspired theme, angst, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.9k

Feedback is always welcomed and I’m trying to get in the groove still of writing him

Enjoy! 🙂

***

The highway lights flash across his windshield as he zooms by on the road, they’re the last remaining stars in the sky. The bright yellow-orange sun is just about peeking above the horizon and he pushes on the gas, the small orange needle ticking closer to ninety. 

His favorite 80’s playlist blares through his speakers and out of his windows, the techno beat of Sunglasses At Night reverberates through his sound system.  The wild wind tousled his hair but it cools his body down and slowly takes away your warmth. He taps his thumb on the wheel as he curves with the bend, the lights up above flicker out one by one as he passes by. 

Sebastian’s trying not to think about the red marks from your nails that still have a slight burn as he rubs against his driver’s seat. He tries to breathe in and out through the thin of his lips because he can still smell your perfume on his shirt. 

He glances at the clock above his screen and he’s right on time which means you will be awakening soon. Sebastian is always consistent.

He rubs at the back of his neck trying not to think of your bare legs peeking out from your sheets, the only thing that covers your skin. 

One more twist and the lights have all timed out and your name flashes across his screen, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He always sees you calling and it’s always at 5 a.m when he’s more than halfway away from you. 

He’s consistent with his poor timing just as he is consistent with crawling back to you. He accelerates to 100 mph. The revving of the engine mimics his lasting hunger and desire for you but he swallows it down and ignores your call.

It’s not that he wants to leave you. No, it’s just that he can’t stay. There’s a difference. Right?

He pulls into a parking spot at a twenty-four hour diner, the open sign flickers intermittently. He doesn’t get out of the car until your name disappears and the bell jingles as he pulls on the door. There’s a small group of people in the corner huddled together that are still in their club outfits, make-up smeared under their tired eyes.

It reminds him of his own party days, he knows they haven’t slept. Sebastian nods to the woman at the u-shaped counter before he slides into a booth. The waitress approaches with a cup and a full pot of coffee.

“Sugar or creamer?” She asks popping her gum as she pours the steaming liquid in the bronze mug. She’s chewing strawberry gum. 

“Neither, thanks,” he huffs.

“Breakfast?”

“Just the coffee,” he shakes his head and looks up at her. “Thanks.”

“Holler if you change your mind,” she nods then traipses her way towards the young group to refill their coffees. 

Sebastian lifts the mug and blows carefully over the top of it, the steam rolls over the opposite lip before he takes a drink. The bitter taste feels good on his tongue and wakes him up slightly. He’s not far off from the party group across the way, he hasn’t slept since taking you to bed last night. 

**

He knew beforehand that you’d be there and he kept promising himself that he wouldn’t take you home. He swore to himself that he wouldn’t be hooked by your eyes or your charm. He vowed to himself that he wouldn’t repeat this thing you two have. 

It was a mutual friend of a friend that you both know hosting a party that was 80’s themed. On his way he made sure to play his 80’s playlist so he’d be in the right state of mind to participate. He didn’t really dress up too much, just some dark wash jeans and a leather jacket. A leather jacket you fashioned for him with your matching red lingerie set. 

Sebastian repeats his promise, his swear, and his vow to himself as he crosses the threshold and is thrown into a swarm of 80’s dressed people. There’s wild hair and bright colors as he moves through the crowd towards the pool, that’s where the makeshift bar is stocked with alcohol. 

He subconsciously looks at each face hoping he doesn’t see you--or does he? 

Chris, as always, is the bartender whenever there’s a party. He claims it’s his calling at parties to make drinks and chat up new people. 

“There’s my guy! Whisky or tequila tonight, buddy?” Chris holds up each bottle of alcohol respectively.

“How about rum and coke?” 

Chris lifts his eyebrows in surprise but dutifully proceeds to mix the desired drink. Rum and coke goes down smoother and doesn’t leave him with a splitting headache the next morning or gut rot like tequila does. 

It has no relation at all to you preferring rum. Absolutely not. 

“Have you seen her yet?” Chris asks, handing his best friend the red plastic cup. 

Sebastian finds humor in this, they’re all adults and can afford actual glasses for everyone, and yet they’re supplied with red solo cups like a college house party. He glances around and is pleased to see a beer pong table is set up near the shed where a group of people are playing and cheering. 

“Nope. Have you?” He takes a ginger sip testing the taste. It’s mixed well so he swallows some more. 

Chris folds his arms and shakes his head.

“No. But I know she’s invited so you two better behave.”

“I will,” Sebastian nods, “I’m going through a three step guide in my head. I’m all good.”

“Yeah? What’s the percentage of it working?”

There’s a collective shout of your name behind him and he cranes his neck to see you being lifted in the air by the mutual friend of a friend you two share. You’re at the beer pong table and apparently you made the winning shot. 

Sebastian looks away before he can really get a good look at you in your outfit but the flash of your skin flickers in his mind. He meets Chris’ eyes.

“Guess we’ll find out.”

Sebastian does a good job of steering clear of you. His three step guide that he made up seems to be working but the more rum he drinks he gets them a little jumbled. He just took a shot with some guy he’s been talking to about cars when he feels a light tap on his shoulder. 

“You’re supposed to dress up.”

He nearly chokes on his shot at the sound of your voice. Sebastian places the shot glass a little haphazardly on the table before turning around and he groans at the sight of you and Tom Jones’ voice is singing ‘She’s a Lady’ over the sound system. 

You’re in high waisted jeans, a ruffled white bandeau and black suspenders that cling to your bare stomach. Your hair is styled in high volume and the lipstick you have on is so red he wonders if it tastes like cherries. 

His eyes drink you in and land on your red nails that are placed on your waist, he takes in a deep breath before traveling back up to your eyes. 

“I did dress up.”

“As who?” you scoff with a laugh taking in his own outfit. He notices how your eyes linger on the jacket.

“Leather jackets were very fashionable in the 80’s. The whole...rocker look,” he waves his hand off dismissively. “I should know.”

“You wore a lot of leather jackets as a toddler?” you snicker. “It was jean jackets and big hair.”

“And how would you know? You weren’t alive then,” he grins. 

“I do my research,” you shrug. “And the 80's are coming back.”

“Well, who are you supposed to be?” he turns as you pull a can of Mike’s Hard Lemonade from a cooler, it’s strawberry lemonade. He holds his hand out expecting you to ask for help to pop it open but you open it yourself and toss the bottle cap onto the table.

“You’re joking, right?” you take a smooth chug of your drink. 

“Are you portraying what a young woman in the 80’s would wear to a party?” he guesses taking in your outfit once more. 

He promises not to...what was the first step again?

“I’m Kelly Kapowski,” you sigh with an eye roll then they widen at his vacant expression. “Don’t tell me you’ve never seen Saved by the Bell?”

“I don’t watch much tv. Does she look half as good as you do in this outfit?” his eyes drift over you once more. 

He swears he won’t….what was it that he swore he won’t do?

“She looks better actually.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he smirks and you shake your head. “How’ve you been? Sorry I left early that last time we were together. I had an appointment that I forgot--what’s so funny?”

You’re laughing at his ramblings of the last time you spent the night together and he left at 5 a.m before you even woke up. 

“I know you’re an asshole, you don’t have to cover it up with excuses,” you snicker then pull the neck of a rum bottle up from behind the counter. 

“I am an asshole, aren’t I?” he watches you pour the drink into two shot glasses. 

“Yeah you are. Shall we cheer to that?” you lift up a shot glass to him. 

“Sure,” he laughs.

You clink glasses then swallow the shot in one go. He watches you while he takes his and smiles at the way your body shivers from the pure rum, and he’s zeroed in on your lips as your tongue swipes up the remaining rum. 

The night continues with you two playing beer pong and winning three times consecutively. You’re touching his arm and leaning on him while you banter with your opponents. He gets a little mesmerized when you hold your hand behind your back as you take your shots and how you toss your hair back before each throw. 

When you swat at a ball, you bump the table and he catches you by the waist so you don’t topple to the grass. You’re both giggling and he feels how cold your skin is.

“You’re freezing,” he murmurs in your hair, his fingers rubbing against the goosebumps on your stomach. 

“I’m pleasantly warm and drunk.”

“You have goosebumps.”

“That’s because you’re touching me.”

Your eyes meet but before either one of you could say something else, you’re being called back into the game. 

Sebastian ends up making the winning throw and you exclaim in joy then jump into his arms from the excitement. He laughs and spins you around in victory. 

“Woah! No spinning or I’ll throw up!” you shriek in laughter and he stops abruptly. 

When you’re bored of playing the game you take his hand and drag him inside to the makeshift dance floor. Your bodies move together as Queen plays and Madonna. Then when ‘Hungry Eyes’ comes on, your bodies are flushed together.

You’re dancing on the edge about to take it too far than you both know you should. His hips move against yours in a way you know all too well and you’re looking at him with those damn eyes of yours. Your eyes always mess with his head. He stops his hips then cups the back of your neck pulling your lips to his. 

You kiss him back and he’s shocked at the taste of strawberries and not cherries but it makes him kiss you with more fervor. Your fingers slip into his hair as you continue to kiss amongst the crowd. He feels his head clear as your lips move with his, your body pressed against every inch of his. 

“Want to get out of here?” he mumbles in your ear and you nod. 

He’s always so good at knowing when to leave the party and he doesn’t care who notices. It’s a known fact that you two show up separately but inevitably leave together. It’s a habit that never breaks. 

Back at your place, you fumble with your keys as he kisses your neck and his fingers are teasing the lower part of your stomach. You crash through the door in a tangle of arms and legs. He kicks the door shut and captures your lips in the same movement. 

He moves through your darkened apartment like so many times before and makes sure to watch for the door handle. He’s bumped his hip too many times in the past. You make quick work of yanking his jacket off just as he snaps your suspenders from the clips. 

You gasp when he suckles on your neck, his hands hot and needy on your waist and stomach. He always remembers how much he misses you when you’re together like this again. When he wants to touch you in a certain spot you move your body so he can before he gets a chance to voice it. You’re never afraid to tell him to keep doing whatever it is he’s doing and the noises you make? 

You unclasp the frilly white fabric and Sebastian is quick to cup your breasts in his hands and attach his mouth to one of them. You hum in response, carding your fingers through his hair as his tongue rolls and swirls over your bud in a tickling fashion that twists your stomach in knots. 

You back up until you fall onto the bed together and he removes his clothes while you shimmy out of your jeans. 

“Wait,” he stops your hands from pulling your panties down, his hands over yours. “Let me.”

You smile and let him take off your last article of clothing. He leaves open mouthed kisses up from the curve of your knee, up your thigh and stomach. His tongue leaves a trail between your breasts and you feel him against his thigh. 

You moan and he takes himself in his hand, ready to guide himself inside you. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” you gasp breathlessly and he stops his movements quickly. 

“Are you okay? Do you feel sick or need water?” he asks, cupping your cheek in his hand.  

Your hand covers his, your eyes steady on him. 

“I’m okay. I want this--you, always but…”

“What?”

“Promise you won’t leave tomorrow?”

Your request is simple and staring at you now he’ll fulfill anything you want. He nods and a faint bell of a promise rings in his ear. Was this what he was trying to remember earlier? The promise of not leaving you? 

You lift your head connecting your lips and he swears he’ll keep this promise just as he sinks into you. Your moan is so sweet and you fit around him so perfectly it makes his body shiver slightly. Just like on the dancefloor, your bodies move rhythmically and the faster he moves the louder you get. 

Your nails make large arcs in his back as you orgasm twice. You’re panting his name, your nails falling slack against his sweaty back. 

“So good for me,” he pants, dragging your hands up above your head. He lifts his head from your shoulder to look at you. “Got one more for me, baby? Hm?”

“Mhm,” you nod, already feeling your stomach twist at his words. 

“Yeah you do, you’re such a good girl for me,” his hips start to move at a quicker pace again. Your mouth opens in pleasure as he hits the right spot. “Always so good for me.”

He watches you come for a third time, your moan long and sweet and then you’re snatching his hair in your fingers. You bring his lips to yours frantically.

“I want you to come for me,” you whisper. “Wanna feel you.”

He groans at your words and licks into your mouth, thrusting as fast as he can chasing his own release. You moan along with him and then he pulls out and his body pulses. He tastes strawberries.

**

Sebastian has his face in his hands as he remembers the swear, promise, and vow he made to himself and the one he made you. He broke all four including two hearts. He’s doubled over in the allotted strikes.

After being together last night he cleaned you up and got you some aspirin and a glass of water. You rolled over and fell asleep in seconds and he stayed up the whole night forcing himself to stay. He stared at the ceiling chasing his thoughts and then when you rolled over cuddling into him he almost fell asleep. 

When the birds started to chirp that’s when he slipped out from underneath you and put his clothes back on. He noticed the goosebumps on your legs and covered you up then kissed your forehead with a whispered, ‘I’m sorry.’

You deserve better than him and that’s why he leaves before you could love him. If he stays he’ll never want to leave and that’s dangerous for his heart and yours. 

His phone buzzes again but this time it’s a text message from you. 

Delete my number and if you see me at a party, don’t approach me. I’m so over this Seb. This is the last time you break my heart.

He should feel relief that this is the end, but he only feels worse. Why couldn’t he just stay? 

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