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akaridream · 1 year ago

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all the right buttons: part 2 GOKU (college AU goku x reader)

alright goku fuckers, come get y'all juice

and don't worry geta lovers, you'll get yours soon too

You stared at the coin in your hand, anxiously rubbing your thumb over it. The only way to discover your true feelings was to flip it. Heads for Goku, tails for Vegeta.

The coin sailed through the air. You captured it between your palms and flipped it onto the back of one hand. Eyes opening, you lifted your hand. Heads.

YOU: ummm i guess i felt like i had a slightly better connection with goku?

You climbed into bed and laid in the darkness, wiggling your toes impatiently between your bed sheets. Your stomach floated nervously within you, waiting for her response. What if your guess was wrong? Would you be disappointed if it was Vegeta? No, certainly not disappointed. But there would be at least a tinge of FOMO in your heart at the thought of missing out on Goku. He seemed so sweet and easy to get along with. But perhaps he was just a nice guy with everyone and you were nothing special to him. Whatever the case, you jolted when your phone finally buzzed with Bulma’s reply.

BULMA: as soon as you left, goku said you were cool and that you should come over again soon :) and he said you were really pretty An automatic smile spread across your face and you kicked your feet up with a delighted squeal.

YOU: omg i’ll come over right now if he wants haha

BULMA: easy tiger :) i gave him your number and told him to hit you up, so hopefully you’ll be hearing from him v soon

YOU: did you tell him anything I said about him? Did you put in a good word for me?

BULMA: I told him you’re super sweet and lots of fun to be around, but he was already kinda smitten and didnt need much encouragement. it was actually really cute

Your cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiling. Then your phone buzzed again.

Unknown Number: hey, it’s goku! i got your number from bulma, i hope thats alright

You stomped your feet on the bed, pleasantly surprised that he was texting you already. This guy doesn’t play games!

YOU: omg hey! ofc thats okay! I know I can trust bulma not to give my number to creeps. I had a great time playing with you today!

GOKU: yeah me too! I’ll have to dig out some other games we can play together sometime

YOU: I’m absolutely down for another game sesh! Wish I still had all my old games, I’d bring some

GOKU: just bring yourself and I’m sure we can find something to play! theres actually an old tenkaichi tournament movie, we could try and find it somewhere and watch it

YOU: ive heard its actually a horrible movie! but that isn’t gonna stop me, i love making fun of bad movies

GOKU: haha cool! Vegeta and I always go to the gym friday afternoons, but I’m free after 5 or so. We could order some food and just hang out here

Wow, he really doesn’t beat around the bush! Straight to asking me to hang out already?

YOU: that sounds great! And will your roommates be joining us?

GOKU: they’ll probably be around. But i was kind of hoping it might just be you and me

YOU: i think i’d like that :) so it’s a date then?

GOKU: yeah, if that’s okay with you

YOU: definitely okay with me! I can bring some drinks if you want

GOKU: yeah sure! You like chinese takeout? Theres an awesome place just off campus I order from all the time, they give you sooo much food

YOU: yeah, that sounds great to me. I’m sure you need big portions, you’re a growing boy after all!

For the rest of the week, you texted Goku without the conversation coming to a natural end. As midday turned into Friday afternoon, an anxious, fluttery feeling flooded your stomach. What should you wear? What should you do with your hair? What about makeup? In the end, you opted for a pair of high-waisted jean shorts, a cute camisole with lace trim and an oversized cozy cardigan that kept falling off your shoulder. The peek of skin would be enticing, if he was interested in hooking up of course. And you certainly weren’t against that idea. Since the day you met him, you had been thinking about climbing all over him, especially right into his lap…

You put your hair up into a clip and dotted your cheeks and lips with a soft glow. After a touch of mascara, you admired yourself in your full length mirror. Scrubbed, shaved and smelling lightly of perfume, you felt confident in your natural beauty. Your heart danced in your chest when your phone buzzed with a text from Goku, saying to come over whenever you were ready. You grabbed the case of chilled vodka soda from your dorm fridge and headed across campus.

By the time you arrived at Bulma and Goku’s front door, your cheeks were aching from smiling so much. Your heart still twirling like a ballerina, you knocked and awaited your date’s appearance.

The door swung open, revealing Goku in a tight black tee and another pair of short shorts in bright orange. He grinned and adjusted his glasses on his nose.

“Hey! Good to see ya!” he said, giving you a brief but warm hug as you stepped over the threshold. Your arms snaked around his thin waist, pleasantly aware of having his hard body flush against yours.

“Good to see you again too, Goku! How was your workout?” you asked as he led you into the kitchen.

“Great! Vegeta hit a PR on bench today, so that was cool!”

You tilted your head as he took the case of vodka soda from you and put it in the fridge. “What’s a PR?”

He blinked. “Oh! Personal record. Sorry, I forgot you aren’t a gym rat like me,” he said, shyly scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, Bulma left this for us by the way.” Goku tapped a knuckle on a bottle of white wine with a fancy label.

“Oh my gosh, that looks expensive!” you said as you examined it. “But what a sweetheart she is! I’ll have to tell her thank you!”

Goku led you to the living room where the game console and old TV had been shoved to the corner and Bulma’s fancy flat screen once again dominated the space. A new coffee table sat in front of the couch as well.

“She’s been busting my balls all week about you,” he said with a shy chuckle as he plopped onto the couch.

“Oh yeah?” you asked in a teasing voice. “What about me?” A warm blush started to overtake Goku’s cheeks. He smiled and shrugged. “Just that she’s happy to see me take interest in someone, I guess. Apparently she thinks its about time!”

You sat on the couch and propped your arm over the back, turned to face Goku. “Has it been a while since you dated someone then?”

He nodded. “Yeah, since high school. I had a long term thing with this one girl but it didn’t end so great. She was a bit of a hot-head. But since her… I haven’t even been on a date. Just been trying to sort my own stuff out, you know?”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m not the most experienced with relationships either. Shit’s complicated,” you laughed.

Goku smiled. “Yeah, you’re telling me!” His phone buzzed. “Alright, dinner’s here! Be right back!” His eyes grew wide with excitement and he raced out the door before you could even reply. He came back just as quick and unloaded a surprising amount of food onto the coffee table.

“Are you sure you ordered enough?” you asked sarcastically.

Goku furrowed his brows and looked over the selection of takeout containers. “Well, I thought five entrees might be enough, but I’ll be happy to order more if you want!”

You laughed and opened a pair of chopsticks. “I was kidding! This looks like enough to feed my entire family back home!”

His frown quickly inverted and he grinned. “Oh, okay, good! Should we break out what you brought to drink or try Bulma’s fancy wine?”

“Let’s have the wine with the movie, I think,” you suggested, padding over to the fridge and grabbed a drink for each of you.

Per usual with Goku, conversation was steady and comfy. You chatted and laughed as you sat on the floor across the coffee table from each other, both of your cell phones sitting untouched. “Is this table new?” you asked.

Goku nodded as he scarfed down some lo mein. “Yeah, Bulma bought a new one because Vegeta and I kind of broke the last one.” You sputtered a laugh. “How on earth did you manage to break a coffee table?”

“Well, we were just kind of goofing around and Vegeta slipped and… Fell right through it! It was all glass, he complained about it being invisible all the time anyway. Bulma is convinced he did it on purpose because he hated it!”

You covered your mouth full of food and laughed heartily. “That is hilarious! But what the hell do you mean you were just goofing around?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, just… Goofin’ off like guys do?”

“Sounds just like my brothers,” you said, shaking your head.

You finished your meal, with Goku eating the lion’s share of the food. You didn’t mind, he clearly required more calories than you did. As he was clearing away all the takeout containers, you watched him in the kitchen from behind. His wide shoulders and slutty waist made your head feel light. Or was it the vodka soda?

“You ready to bust out this bottle of wine?” he called over his shoulder.

Your eyes grazed over his silhouette, admiring his stellar ass in those tiny shorts. “Sure, let’s do it!”

Goku rummaged around in the kitchen drawers. “Crap, I have no idea where to find a corkscrew.”

You rose from your place on the living room floor to help him look. “Well I sure hope you at least know how to use one, because I sure don’t! I only ever buy the cheap wine with the screw top.”

Goku bumped into you, then placed a hand on your hip to navigate around you in the kitchen. You blushed at the contact.

“Bulma’s not here, is she?” you asked. “We could ask her if she knows where it is.”

“No, she said she was heading back to West City to see her parents this weekend. And Vegeta said he’d be out late tonight.”

Way at the back of a stuck drawer, you felt a spiral shape. You turned and twisted it until the drawer could move again, finally able to extract the object. You held it up with a bright smile.

“Ta-da!” you said.

“Hey, nice!” Goku said, giving you a high-five. He took the corkscrew and carefully opened the fancy bottle to pour you both a glass.

You returned to the living room with two stemless crystal glasses as Goku made a quick trip to his bedroom.

“The library had the Tenkaichi movie on DVD!” he called down the hall as he returned. You sat on the edge in the middle of the couch, watching him lean over to load the DVD into the player. Those damn shorts are giving me heart palpitations, you thought. His body is godly.

Cheeks growing warmer by the second, you slid your cardigan off one shoulder for some much-needed cool air. You caught Goku’s eyes taking you in as he turned around, peeking at him over the rim of your wine glass.

“How’s it taste?” Goku asked, his voice quiet and soft.

You raised the crystal and gave it a swirl before taking a sip. You closed your eyes and breathed through your nose as you swallowed the aromatic liquid, a trail of pleasant warmth growing in your chest.

“Expensive,” you said. You both laughed.

Goku grabbed the remote and sat on your right, his left arm automatically fanning over the back of the couch cushion. Once he started the movie, he exchanged the remote for his glass of wine, taking a sizable swig.

“Hm, it’s sweeter than I expected. The last time I tried wine, I felt like it sucked all the moisture out of my mouth,” Goku said.

You took another sip. “Yeah, this one is nice and mild. I could drink the whole bottle of this,” you said, your head starting to feel pleasantly heavy.

Eager to move closer to your date, you sat back into the couch and tucked your feet up, leaning onto your hip. There was still space between the two of you, but it was Goku’s turn to come to you next.

The movie began with a vibrant action scene, filling the dark room with bright flashes of light. After draining half of his glass, Goku leaned forward and placed it on the coffee table. When he leaned back, he closed the small gap between you, nestling your shoulder under his wing on the back of the couch. A rush filled you immediately, and you happily leaned your weight into his firm torso. At that, Goku moved his arm from the couch cushion to rest across your shoulders. Another pleasing rush of adrenaline raced through you. You licked your lips and sipped on the wine.

“This okay?” he said, barely above a whisper.

You gave a smile and warm mm-hmm before placing your glass on the table and snuggling up to him even more. His thighs spread slightly, making his leg press into yours. Like chess opponents trading moves, you thought about what your next move should be. Your mind flashed back to the last time you saw Goku. That blue tank top had shown off his pecs just right…

Biting your lip, you leaned your head over to rest your burning cheek against his chest. With your ear pressed to him, you could hear his heart beating wildly. The excitement of snuggling up with such a handsome guy was not lost on you, as your heart was purring like an engine. His pecs really did make for a great pillow.

Goku began brushing his fingers softly over your exposed shoulder. You sighed happily and relaxed into his touch.

“You’re comfy,” you said as you worked your arms around his waist. He leaned back, pulling you into him even more.

“Thanks,” he chuckled. “You’re cute.”

“Thanks,” you breathed, heart leaping at the compliment.

As the movie progressed, you paid less attention to it and more to every fiber of Goku’s body. After polishing off your glasses of wine and feeling delightfully buzzed, you curled up even further into him, feet tucked up and thighs falling over onto his. Your head also migrated from resting atop his muscular chest to nuzzling into his neck. All it would take would be a subtle movement to start kissing his neck…

It took a while to muster the courage to make such a bold move. It was only your first date after all. Perhaps this was moving too fast. But he really did seem into you. And you were undoubtedly into him. While gently petting your hand over his chest, you parted your lips, and allowed a steamy breath to escape and tickle his neck. His heart began to drum hard enough for you to feel. You let your lips touch his skin with a feather-light press. Goku’s dark eyes slid closed with your next kiss, the fullness of your gorgeous mouth lighting up each nerve along his neck. You gave a gentle suck to it, causing a sweet sigh to fall from his lips. You trailed your hand up to hold the opposite side of his neck as your tongue began to tease him with tiny kitten licks, then bold circles.

Goku’s hand went from your shoulder to the back of your head, guiding you. You felt his pulse pound as you kissed him. His other hand found your wrist and squeezed.

“Hah,” he breathed. “Need to kiss you.”

You pulled back enough to look at his handsome face. His cheeks were pleasantly pink and his eyes were dazed and dreamy behind his frames. He took your chin with one hand and brought your mouth up to his, finally letting your hot breaths intermingle before he sweetly caressed your lips with his own. Goku’s tongue softly brushed over your lip, silently pleading for yours. You obliged and his tongue invaded to massage yours. Every movement was slow and sensual, tender yet incredibly erotic.

While shifting yourself to face Goku more fully, your leg brushed past something hard, and you were certain it wasn’t just his meaty thighs. Your core heated and revved like a racecar. Unable to keep them suppressed, sighs and heavy breaths from Goku encouraged you to continue kissing.

“W-wait,” Goku said, pulling away slightly. “You aren’t too drunk for this, are you?”

You pulled back further and looked at him, his black eyes full of concern. Your heart clenched. What a sweetheart!

“No,” you giggled, pulling his glasses off and placing them next to your empty wine glasses. “I may be a bit buzzed, but I’m fully aware of what I’m doing. And I don’t intend to stop.”

With that, you climbed over Goku to straddle his lap. Without the black frames, his eyes shone with gentleness, and lust. Using his shoulders for support, you adjusted yourself atop his lap until you found exactly what you were looking for. His lips fell open with a sharp, breathy groan.

“This okay?” you asked as you returned your mouth to his.

Goku kissed you between heated breaths as he gripped your thighs. “Hahh, yeah. Definitely.”

You shrugged off your cardigan and tossed it aside as you made out. One of your hands worked into Goku’s wild hair as his hands wandered up to your hips. He pulled you towards him, chest to chest, and your tight jean shorts gave you both a taste of delicious friction. That made him shove his tongue messily down your throat, like he was slowly fucking your mouth. You whined, grinding your hips down. He responded with a tight squeeze to your ass.

“I’ve… I’ve never really done this whole hooking up thing before,” he admitted.

You scratched his scalp lightly, making his eyes flutter in pleasure. “We don’t have to go any further.”

“But that’s the problem,” he said, kissing your throat. “I don’t wanna stop. You’re really hot and I don’t know if I can control myself.”

You giggled as his lips trailed down to your collarbone, sweet sensations filling you from head to core. “Then by all means, continue.”

“You gotta tell me if you wanna stop, or if I go too far.” He slid the strap of your cami and kissed your shoulder.

“Okay. And you do, too,” you breathed as his fingers softly traced your arm.

Just the touch of his hands was enough to make your eyes fall closed in bliss, and you wanted his big hands all over you. Under your shirt, on your waist, in your shorts…

“Can’t believe you aren’t bringing girls back every night. You’re so fucking hot,” you said as he sucked on your pulse point.

He smirked and took your cheek in in his palm. “I’m not a fuck boy. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.” He gave you the most saccharine kiss yet, making you melt completely in his lap. “Which reminds me…” He pulled back slightly to look you in the eyes. “This… Isn’t just gonna be a one time thing, is it? Because I really do like you, and I want to get to know you.”

You smiled and put your hands on his gorgeous chest. “I like you too, Goku. And I’d love to get to know you better, and make out with you more, too.”

He gave a glowing smile and endearing chuckle. If he were any cuter, you feared your heart may burst. “Yeah, I really like kissing you. Like, a lot.”

And so you did just that. Desperate yet tender, Goku’s tongue reconnected with yours as your hips began to roll against his. Those shorts of his were blessedly thin, and your tight denim put pressure right on your sweet spot.

“Mm, touch me more,” you pleaded.

“Where?” he whispered.

“Anywhere. Everywhere.”

You took Goku’s lower lip between your teeth as his big hands roamed freely. His thumbs brushed the undersides of your breasts, then boldly over the fullness of them just as your hips hitched against his stiff cock print. A moan ripped from your throat.

You gripped the back of the couch on either side of Goku’s head and started working your hips into a rhythm. It was agonizingly slow for him, just enough stimulation to tease and make him want more. Foreheads sealed together, mouths exchanging breaths, you humped his lap as he tenderly squeezed your tits.

“Can you go faster?” he asked, a desperate tremble to his voice. You grinned and did as he asked while bringing your chest close to his face. He pressed your breasts together and kissed the tops of them, slightly pulling down the top of your camisole. You slid the straps off your shoulders and pulled the shirt down to expose your tits to him. Goku’s eyes shone brightly as they drank you in. “Fuck. You’re perfect,” he praised, circling his thumbs over your nipples.

“Use your mouth.”

He obeyed immediately, placing delicate kisses over one while softly pinching the other. You sighed and rewarded him by continuing to hump him. But he teased you, only lightly lapping your nipple with his sweet tongue.

“Mm, harder,” you whined.

Goku proved to be pleasantly obedient, taking your directions well. He sucked and pulled back to let your tit bounce, then sought your eyes for approval. You groaned in pleasure and mussed his hair, forcing his head back to your chest. One of his large hands supported your upper back, the other smearing saliva over your pert nipple. The telltale tingle between your thighs was beginning to grow steadily. Based on the way he was whining and bucking underneath you, Goku was feeling good, too.

“Damnit, please don’t make me ruin these shorts by cumming in them,” he begged.

You slowed your pace and lifted Goku’s chin. “Where do you want to cum then?”

His pupils wide in awe, he failed to form any coherent words. “I… Well, wha…”

“Aw, did I make you dumb already, big boy?” you patronized.

“I was never that smart to begin with.” His expression was dreamy and he stared up at you like you were a goddess.

You giggled and stood up. “Why don’t you let me finish you off?”

You got on your knees between his, your breasts still exposed and holding his attention. Your soft hands rubbed up his sculpted thighs, sneaking under the hem of his shorts. His eyes met yours as you palmed his aching cock. His perfectly kissable lips hung open as you teased him, and his throaty little moans each sent a pulse straight to your pussy.

As you pulled at the waistband of his shorts, you saw two wet spots of precum had soaked through, a sign of a job well done by you. Goku lifted his hips and pulled down the obstruction to reveal his gloriously sized dick. You almost growled at the sight, feral with desire.

“Holy shit,” you said, eyes devouring the perfect specimen before you. The tip was fat and shiny, begging for your lips to wrap around it. “This still okay?”

He blew a puff of air through his nose. “Of course.”

You wrapped your index finger and thumb around his thick cock, teasing up and down his shaft slowly. He tried to strangle his moan in his throat. You met his eyes as he reclined and you lightly pressed a kiss to his tip, then trailed more kisses down one side of his length. You never would have guessed he could made such sinful sounds from his candy-sweet personality, but each noise weakened you. Eye contact still unbroken, your lips finally enveloped his cockhead, then pulled off with an obscene slurp. One hand on his shaft and the other squeezing his thigh, you circled your tongue around Goku’s beautiful cock. Worshipping it with your mouth and hearing his vocal approval made you clench your leg muscles, stimulating yourself.

“Decided where you wanna cum yet?” you asked as you licked up the underside, making him shudder.

“Ahh… I’m really not picky,” he chuckled.

With that, you started sucked him off with purpose and vigor, eager to hear his whines of pleasure. Your saliva dripped down, making a mess of him as your hand twisted and pulled. You kept constant pressure and pleasure on him, making his moans pitch up. They came in short, desperate bursts and you finally dove deep, taking his entire length down your throat in one swift motion. As you lifted to dive down again, Goku gripped the arm of the couch with one hand and guided your head with the other. While his touch was light on you, you feared his intense strength might rip the upholstery of the poor couch.

“Ahh, almost there!” Goku cried, hips beginning to twitch.

End in sight, you watched his face as you sucked him. A few final strokes and one beastly growl had him shooting hot strings down your throat. His brows knit together tightly, mouth hanging open, head tossing. He writhed in pleasure as you slowed, swallowing every drop he offered you. And it was a lot. You swallowed at least three times, taking more cum each time. Even when your mouth left him, tiny beads formed at the slit of his cock. You smeared them with you thumb, then licked him clean.

“Hope you didn’t mind that I decided for you,” you panted, proud of your hard work.

Goku slumped on the couch wearing a dazed expression. “I can barely move. Damn,” he said with a soft chuckle. “But what can I do for you now?”

Just as a grin started to form, the sound of someone unlocking the front door jolted you both out of your haze. Your eyes grew wide.

“Vegeta’s back already?” Goku whispered, frantically stuffing himself back inside his shorts as you fixed your shirt. You stood quickly enough to make your head spin and grabbed your empty wine glasses to busy yourself. Just as you made it to the kitchen to wash the glasses (and your hand covered in spit and cum), Vegeta shoved his way through the front door. You gave him a soapy-handed wave.

“Hey Vegeta,” you said, hoping he wouldn’t take a long enough look at you to notice your flushed face, neck, and chest. Thankfully, he just gave you a grunt in reply.

“You’re back early,” Goku said, a lilt in his voice.

“Not really,” Vegeta grumbled, barely giving Goku a glance as he passed. His bedroom door shut with a stern thud.

“Sounds like he had a bad day,” you mused.

Goku stood from the couch and replaced his eyeglasses. “Well, yeah. He’s jealous that you picked me over him.”

Your heart screeched to a halt. “Wait. What are you talking about?”

He tilted his head and padded over to you at the sink. “Bulma said that you said you had a better connection with me.”

Your cheeks began to burn. “She told you I said that? But she said one of you asked about me! She told me to guess which one! I couldn’t decide which of you I liked better, so she… That Bulma!” You dried your hands and tossed the dish towel onto the counter, pouting that Bulma had tricked you into making a decision. “Wait, so neither one of you actually asked her about me?”

Goku smiled warmly. “Actually, we both did. As soon as Vegeta got back from his lab, we had an argument about which one of us was gonna get to ask you out. Bulma overheard us and told us she’d figure out who you liked better!”

“But I just flipped a coin! Literally, I couldn’t decide!” you laughed.

“You did? So you didn’t really pick me at all, did you?” Goku asked, looking like a kicked puppy.

You stood on your toes and reached your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a sensual kiss.

“Fate picked you for me. And for the record, I’m really, really glad it was you, Goku.” His hands held your waist as he returned your kiss. When you pulled back, his sugary smile had renewed completely and his eyes sparkled with affection.

“Me too.”

tags: @artof-aristocracy @ghostlylovesstuff

#dbz x reader #goku x you #son goku #goku x reader #goku smut #fuzzfeet #fuzzfeet figure #dragon ball #dragon ball z #all the right buttons

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 9 months ago

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I Don’t Get It

Bam gets a proposal to do a photoshoot for a certain magazine with his girlfriend, Y/N, and she couldn’t be happier!

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

2.2k Words

Warnings: Extremely suggestive content, injuries, nudity, bimbo Y/N, crude language, kissing, lingerie, jealousy

An: Happy Valentine’s Day! This is the first non request fic from me in a while! XD While doing research for the Bam wedding fic, I got to rewatching Unholy Union, so this fic was inspired by the Playboy photoshoot Missy was in in episode 4! This moodboard by @princessthatcantfuckingsleep also reminds me a lot of Y/N in this one lol XD If you want an idea of how far ahead I write these fics, this was also inspired by the fact that I got an official Bam skate deck for Christmas!! So cool! Anyways, thank you for all of the requests and please keep sending them in!!

Getting calls from the hospital at midnight about Bam was a part of your routine but that didn’t stop you from rushing over every time to make sure your boyfriend was okay. You’d sit in the waiting room, anxiously filing your nails or fixing your lipstick in the mirror of your blush compact before a nurse called you up- you were in there so frequently for him that they knew you by name. A couple night shift nurses in their blue scrubs and ugly rubber hose-off clogs would shoot you dirty looks, but the notion that it was inappropriate to have your tits out in a hospital never really seemed to bother you.

She showed you to a room and you tottered in on your stilettos, your eyes going wide as you flicked the light on, “Oh my god- Bam!” There was your boyfriend, laying back on a gurney in a paper gown with his arm in a sling, a sight you had seen many times before. Hurrying over to his side, you sat on top of the sheets and threw your legs across his thighs. The pained grimace that Bam was wearing from his broken elbow was replaced with a grin as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him to your chest, “I was so worried about you! What happened?”

“Mmm…m’feel like shit, babe.” Bam murmured from your cleavage, his voice hoarse as he looked up at you with bags under his eyes, “Fell off the skate ramp’n busted my ass. ” You reached up, cupping his face in your palm and smoothing a shiny, bubble gum pink polished thumb over his cheek as machines in adjacent room beeped softly. At least he didn’t hurt that cute little face of his, you thought, but your heart still ached. Pouting, you cooed, “You have got to be more careful! I swear, next time you break that elbow, it’s gonna turn to dust!” Bam snaked a free arm around your waist, pulling you closer as he shot a glance back at the judgy nurses and mouthing something to them about taking a picture because it would last longer.

“You should really be more careful on your roller skates if you keep getting hurt like this!” Turning back to you at the sound of your voice, Bam paused for a second and blinked in disbelief, “I don’t roller skate, Y/N. I’m a pro skater.” You nodded, smiling as you gave him a peck on the cheek, “Yeah, that’s what I said!” You had been dating for well over a year and you still hadn’t gotten that down. Still, Bam couldn’t be mad at you- you were just too cute to annoy him.

Reaching up to run a hand through his black curls, you sighed “Anyways, is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” Bam thought for a second but dismissed the first idea he had though he knew you’d be more than eager for it. He groaned dramatically, wincing, “You know, I’d kill a man for some McDonald’s right now.” Nodding over to the untouched tray of hospital food on the bedside table, he chuckled a bit at your look of shock, “Are they really feeding you that?” You gawked at the gray, unseasoned slop on the tray in horror. If you didn’t know any better, you would swear those doctors were trying to poison him! Pulling him close again, you sighed, “Oh, you poor thing…” Bam knew that he, a grown man, would be perfectly fine without you treating him like a baby bird with a broken wing, but he couldn’t deny that it felt pretty damn good. Sitting up, his lips met yours in a sloppy and gross PDA kiss. This was how you showed your love to each other, much to the annoyance of everyone around you. Some couples go to art museums together or see plays- you and Bam just ate each other's faces.

If there was one thing that could make Bam feel better, it was his girl, so he decided that as soon as he got out of the hospital, he would take you to the mall as payback for your hard work at getting him back to health. The whole time you were right by his side, compassionately listening to him whine about how he wouldn’t be able to skate for at least a month and bringing him your “homemade” baked goods to lift his spirits. Bam couldn’t ask for a better girl, even if you did forget to take the chocolate chip muffins you “baked” for him out of the plastic package you bought them in before you visited him.

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The two of you were quite the odd couple- here you have this cool rockstar bad boy with this bubbly little thing hanging on his arm. It could have been the navy blue sling around Bam’s arm (the one that wasn’t glued to your lower back, handy for when guys would ogle you) or how your skirt barely covered up the last inch of your ass, but it was most likely the smattering of blotchy, wine colored hickeys on your neck and chest that caused people to stare at you. Your boyfriend was a jealous man, and even though he thought guys who got all pissy when their girlfriends showed a little skin were idiots, he still liked to show people who you belonged to. Plus, you didn’t care that you rarely left the house without them because you didn’t mind getting them.

Sitting on the shiny metal bench at some shoe store with tissue filled boxes crowded around you, you examined one of the many pairs of heels Bam picked out for you. You originally had your eye on a pair of bright blue see-through kitten heels you saw in the window, but as things tend to go, you got a bit carried away. The pair you held, feeling the sticky black patent leather of the seven inch heel, came out of a box with the word ‘Pleaser’ written on the side in curly cursive. They were stunning, but you had some concerns, even while you stared at them with stars in your eyes, “Oh, Bam, I'm not sure if I’d be able to walk in these…” He shook his head at your hesitancy, grinning, “Don’t worry about it. You like ‘em?” With a bit of hesitancy, you nodded, and he wordlessly took them from you, putting them back in the box, “Then we’re getting them.” You giggled, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek.

Usually Bam was pretty sensible with the stuff he picked out for you, but there was something odd about him today. Normally, your wardrobe was all pink pink pink, but the low rise leather mini skirts and vampy purple lingerie sets from Spencer’s (among other things) that your boyfriend paid for struck you as strange. As you sat down at one of those mall coffee shops together, you decided to finally ask the question, holding back giggles, “So, what’s all this for?” Bam looked down at the mountain of bags piled at your feet nonchalantly, then shrugged at you with a grin, “What? I’m not allowed to splurge on m’girl once in a while?” This was really exceeding good boyfriend behavior. You took a sip of your white mocha blendy coffee drink, “I mean, like- yeah, but this is just so much! There’s gotta be some reason you’re doing all this.”

He leaned back in his seat, looking left, then right, before leaning in and dropping his voice like he was about to tell you a secret, “Well, I got contacted by this magazine to be a guest photographer for a photoshoot, and they want you t’be in it.” God, your face just lit up. You were going to be in a magazine- an actual, real life magazine! You couldn’t believe it! Your eyes widened as you splayed your shiny acrylics on the table in disbelief, “Wait, really? Like, really really?” He nodded, smirking all cool at how giddy you got. In your excitement, you leaned across the table and accidentally grabbed his sling arm. Bam gasped in pain and you jumped back, clutching your hands over your mouth, your eyes going wide as some people turned to look at the spectacle you were putting on, “Oh my god- I’m so sorry!” But you quickly forgot about it and went back to your previous excitement while he was still recovering, “But what is it? What magazine? Vogue? Cosmo?” Your boyfriend chuckled at your eagerness, still clutching his arm as you looked up at him with those big ole eyes before clearing his throat and speaking low, “Well, it’s Playboy.”

☆彡

Ecstatic didn’t even begin to describe how excited you were. All morning before the people from Playboy showed up, you were gushing to Bam about it, following him on his heels like a puppy and prattling on about how excited you were, “I’m gonna be just like those cute girls in the bunny outfits! This is gonna be so much fun- Oh! We could even use some of the lingerie I already have! Wouldn’t that be cute?” Your boyfriend thought back to the frills, hot pink, and cheetah print that filled your underwear drawer- a far cry from the gothic-medieval idea they pitched to him. He smiled, shaking his head, “I had no idea you’d be so down for this…” Most girls generally wouldn’t be, but of course you were- this was the opportunity of a lifetime!

An hour later, the crew was there and you were all done up and dressed, complete with these black leather thigh high boots that took twenty minutes to lace up. Different from how you normally dressed, but definitely not bad. When you were ready, you went outside in one of those fuzzy robes to the set Bam rigged up- this big thing with a fire and knights with swords, very Medieval times. He was fiddling with the camera lense when you came giddily prancing over to him, “Hi, Bam!” Your boyfriend glanced up at you, looking you up and down, “Can I see what’s under that?” Nodding, you slinked the robe off your shoulders. He blinked a few times as he stared at you, shamelessly eyeing you with his jaw nearly in the ground. That tiny corset top did wonders for your boobs, and the rest of the outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination either. After a moment he shook himself out of his trance, looking back up to you, “Alright, let’s get shooting!”

You took photos outside until it got too cold, which frankly wasn't that long considering whoever organized the thing had the bright idea to shoot outside in the dead of November. Heading inside after you, Bam brushed off the dirt he acquired on his pants from having to lay army crawl style to take the photos, “You wanna get a few more?” He cracked a smile, “Maybe with a little less clothing?” Sitting down on the couch in the living room, you smiled coyly and rubbed your arms to warm yourself up as the rest of the crew filtered in, “Oh? Like how much less?” Bam shrugged nonchalantly, adjusting the camera lense as he set up, “I dunno. Naked ‘d be nice.”

“No way!”

☆彡

The two of you came to a compromise- you got to keep your underwear on while you held a hot pink skate deck you found lying around in front of your chest. A great idea on your part- you literally had Bam’s name shamelessly plastered across your tits. “Hey, Y/N? This isn’t Hustler. Can you, uh- little bit higher? Yeah, that’s it.“ Glancing down, you could hear him snicker when you realized you were accidentally exposing yourself. You giggled and blushed a little as you quickly fixed it, “Oh, sorry!” Your boyfriend murmured something to a very confused camera guy about not dating you for your brains.

All those hours of posing in the mirror for nobody but yourself in your bedroom really paid off, you thought, hearing Bam’s murmured comments from behind the camera, “Yeah, that’s it…perfect. Just like that.” Holding back giggles at all the attention you were getting, an idea suddenly crossed your mind. “Hey, Bam!” He pulled away from the camera for a second as you called out to him, a smile playing on your lips, “Let’s do one together!” Shaking his head, you could’ve sworn you saw a bit of color on his cheeks.

“C’mon! It’d be so cute- If you show your boobs, I’ll show mine!” You couldn't help from smirking as you watched him mentally weigh out the options of your very convincing argument. While the other photographers got their cameras ready, your boyfriend tugged off his shirt much to your delight as you happily tossed the deck to the side. It was a fact that you could talk Bam into anything if you asked sweetly enough. Straddling his lap as he sat low on the purple chaise lounge that he bought just for this photoshoot, you waited for the cameras to start flashing before you leaned down, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss. Maybe you hammed it up for the camera a little, but Bam didn’t have a problem with it. Smiling at the feeling of rough, calloused hands squeezing posessively at your hips, you pulled away slightly, your eyelashes fluttering as you giggled softly against Bam’s lips, “Yr’the best boyfriend ever…”

#jackass #bam margera #jackass fanfiction #jackass fanfic #fluff #jackass x reader #bam margera x reader #missy is such a fashion icon how is nobody talking about this!

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mahs-dumpster · 6 months ago

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"Happy 100th anniversary"

a/n: this is soooo self indulgent please. It's a vignette (written only in dialogue) for Daisy's (my Yuu) birthday jacket card that I just made! I'll be linking it here once I edit this post!

cw: oc x canon (Ruggie x Daisy; they're established to be in a relationship and Daisy has already made her decision to stay in twisted wonderland); dialogue heavy; poor attemps at making this look like a fake translation from a vignette bc I'm delulu

The template for the frames of the paintings can be found here.

Words: around 1k

Happy birthday, Daisy!!

Daisy: To think I'm able to visit a museum like this! I wonder what sort of paintings I'm going to see…

Daisy: I'm expecting to maybe recognize a few from the stories mom used to read to me… let's see if I actually can recognize them!

Daisy: I wonder… is she someone I'm aware of? A lady who constantly cleans her house…

???: That's the princess who inspired the glass slippers you always wear.

Daisy: Huh? Oh, Ruggie! I thought you were all the way on the other side of the museum!

Ruggie: I was, but then I met Trey and we kinda ended up wandering around until I got here.

Ruggie: What a coincidence that I found you looking at the painting of the lady who inspired your favorite shoes, shishishi~

Daisy: I guess it is a fun coincidence. Oh, right! Would you mind explaining more about her to me?

Ruggie: Fine! But don't go walking around telling people I've gone soft…

Daisy: No need to worry, I wouldn't even dream of it.

Ruggie: *sigh* anyway… This lady is the princess that inspired your shoes, do you know the story behind it?

Daisy: Sam only explained to me that the princess who wore them danced with them until midnight… so I guess I don't know much more than that.

Ruggie: Right. Legend says she was an orphan who was forced by her stepmother to become basically a servant.

Ruggie: She cleaned the house all day everyday, was forced to hear awful things by her step family and when she wanted to go to a ball her stepsisters tore down her dress.

Ruggie: A Fairy Godmother – well, her Fairy Godmother – decided to help her get to a ball, she gave her a gown, a carriage and everything!

Ruggie: the Prince fell in love with her almost immediately and when she ran away and left her glass slipper fall, he tried it on every lady in the kingdom to find out who his beloved was. Then they got married and she never saw her family again.

Daisy: That’s basically the story of Cendrillon.

Ruggie: What? Oh– one of the fairytales from your world?

Daisy: Yes. I’ve always admired her story, I reread it a lot growing up because I related to her.

Ruggie: Ah… you did say your stepmother treated you horribly.

Daisy: She… treated me as best as she could.

Ruggie: Which wasn't anywhere near good enough.

Daisy: Haha… I guess you're right.

Daisy: What I mean is just… she treated me badly, but I don't hold grudges.

Daisy: Whatever she's doing, I forgive her. And now that I'm somewhere better and living a happier life… I hope that her and her children manage to grow as people.

Daisy: That's what my mother taught me.

Ruggie: …sometimes I really do wonder how I fell for such a goody-goody.

Daisy: W-what’s that supposed to mean?

Ruggie: I’m just saying, you're way too naive and nice to forgive someone like that.

Ruggie: if it were me, I’d never forgive them. No way someone's gonna step all over me and I'll forgive them.

Daisy: because that's exactly what you did to Leona-senpai, huh?

Ruggie: besides the point.

Daisy: Ruggie, isn't this painting depicting that story you told me about? The ones about the dogs sharing spaghetti?

Ruggie: Oh, that one, yeah! I didn't know they actually painted the scene, who would've thought.

Daisy: They're so adorable, I see now how romantic this is.

Ruggie: I guess? It's still just spaghetti…not only that but it's outside in the middle of the night. I guess for dogs it would be cool but for people? I’d honestly just be excited because it's free food.

Daisy: Oh, come on now! This is super romantic! It's a candlelight dinner under the night sky!

Daisy: If someone did that for me, I know I’d be pretty happy and satisfied.

Ruggie: You’re just trying to convince me to ask you on a date, aren't you?

Daisy: …

Ruggie: Should’ve figured, shishishi!

Daisy: You can't blame a girl for trying, I’ve been pretty lonely these past few weeks since you’ve been working more than usual.

Daisy: But jokes aside, this right here is already enough. I’m already way less lonely just by walking around this museum with you, it's practically a date!

Ruggie: I don't think a date would consist of everyone from our school coming with us…

Daisy: You get what I mean…

Ruggie: Tell you what, once we get back I’m cooking us both some spaghetti and lighting some candles if that's what you’d like.

Ruggie: If my flower is feeling lonely then I better give her a proper date so she can feel loved, right?

Daisy: You really don't have to… but thanks. I would love to.

Ruggie: Ah, this one's actually a very famous painting, I’ve seen pictures of it around quite often.

Daisy: R-Really…?

Ruggie: What? You don't believe me?

Ruggie: It ties with Sunset Savannah’s history and with The King of Beasts’s story!

Daisy: Well, forgive me for not understanding the historical significance of a monkey holding a lion cub…

Ruggie: *sigh* Alright. Lemme explain.

Ruggie: This is a ceremony often done by members of royalty when a new child from the royal family is born.

Ruggie: It goes so far back even the lions from The King of Beasts’s story did that. They basically present the baby to everyone else in the kingdom… it's kinda hard to explain.

Daisy: Oh, I get it now!

Daisy: I see why it's so famous, seeing how it portrays an aspect of the royalty of Sunset Savannah.

Ruggie: Eh… I never went to one, as you can imagine.

Daisy: Never? Is it not open to the common folk?

Ruggie: Well yeah, but back when there was one for who I now know is Leona-san's nephew, I was trying to survive.

Ruggie: I didn't have the time to go to a ceremony just to watch a new baby I didn't care about being presented to the whole kingdom.

Ruggie: I’d learn about him regardless, so I just didn't care much.

Daisy: I guess that makes sense.

Daisy: Still, it must be super interesting to see it happening. How cute would it be to see a baby cub being shown to the entire world just like that, hahah!

Ruggie: Ah– sorry, before I got here I told Leona-san I’d go fetch something for him at the cafeteria in a few minutes… if I don't go now he’s gonna be pissed.

Daisy: Why didn't you tell me sooner?!

Ruggie: Well, ya know– it's impossible to resist spending time with you~

Daisy: Alright there, Romeo, enough! Go before he gets upset. I'll be looking around this area for a while more if you want to come back.

Ruggie: *sigh* ‘kay, I'll be off then!

Daisy: Hm? Ah, this is another painting of Cendrillon.

Daisy: She looks so much free... I'm happy she got her happy ending.

#💌! mah writes #💌! daisy #💌! daiggie #twisted wonderland #twst #oc x canon #twst oc #twst yuu #yuu twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi x yuu #twisted wonderland ruggie

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all-about-kyu · 1 month ago

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏: 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒄'𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒚𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍

Summary: After doing a few videos to do promotions for your upcoming album, your group mate tells you about a new side of the internet. You have no idea the chaos you and your group mates cause.

Pairing: fanboy!Eric x fem idol!reader (Fey) x fem!Hyunjoon (Hwall) Side pairings: fanboy!Kevin x fem!Jacob (Jackie), fanboy!Sangyeon x fem!Younghoon x fem!Haknyeon, fanboy!Juyeon x fem!Hyunjae, fanboy!Sunwoo x fem!Chanhee (Chanhi) x fem!Changmin (Changmi) Tropes: idol x fan, strangers to lovers, gender bend au Genre: humor, smut, fluff Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, crude humor, nsfw rpf/art twitter, mentions and discussion of sex, pre-poly negotiations, kissing Smut Warnings: threesomes (ffm), fxf content, under negotiated(?) kinks, oral (f receive), face sitting, safe sex, light impact play, breast play, hair pulling, fingering, premature ejaculation, grinding, dry humping

Word Count: 3,936 Note: To join the tag list reply to the masterlist or send me an ask! If I missed a warning please let me know!!

Chapter 12 ➔ Masterlist ➔ Chapter 14

No way that just happened. He thought hi-touch would be nothing but saying hi and moving on. When he got to Hyunjoon she pressed something into his hand. He didn’t look at it until he was in the lobby and everyone was minding their own business. It’s a hotel key with a number written on it in Sharpie. She gave him her hotel key.

“Eric! Eric!” Juyeon calls, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost… are you okay?”

“Y-yeah… I good!”

He’s absolutely not good. His mind is racing a mile a minute.

“We’re going to get k-bbq.” Sangyeon said walking out of the concert hall, “Someone mentioned that the girls are going out after. We won’t search them out but if we see them it’ll be a cool experience.”

“I’m gonna… go visit someone…” Eric says just above a whisper.

“Bro you never pass up free food and-“

“Who said it was free?” Sangyeon cuts Sunwoo off.

“You’re the oldest you pay.”

Eric lets out a shaky breath, the room key feels like a ton of bricks in his pocket, “Y-yeah I’m gonna skip dinner tonight… I have to take care of stuff… Here’s my house key, I’ll see you guys later tonight.” He tries to sound casual as he tosses Kevin his house keys.

He’s half-lying to his friends but he doesn’t want to get in trouble with Hyunjoon’s manager or any other staff if he says anything. Lying is safer for everyone right now.

“Well… we’ll wait for the bootycall story in the morning.” Kevin teases, “If we see your girls at dinner we’ll send you a text.”

Eric nods and walks away rather quickly. He knows the members won’t be leaving for a little bit still so blending into people for send-off is the safest bet. Waiting among the masses of people, he tries his best not to panic. Never in a million years did he think that his favorite celebrity would give him their room key, let alone someone who could get in some really big trouble for doing so.

The girls start coming out of the building intermixed with their staff members. Younghoon is going to immediately go back to her hotel room and pass out. The exhaustion is far too evident on her face. Changmi and Chanhi are both giggling and clinging to each other as they walk still ensuring that they say bye to fans who stayed to say goodbye. When Hyunjoon starts walking out Eric swears the world stops. She’s worn outfits like this before. Mostly in dance practice videos, a black sports bra with black sweats. She has a pair of compression shorts underneath that only peek out enough to see the waistband of them. Although she doesn’t make it obvious, when her eyes fall on him she holds eye contact for a second longer than she probably should. It’s enough to make Eric feel slightly insane.

Once all the members are in their vans and out of sight, Eric checks the distance to the hotel. It’s just barely too long to walk considering the girls just left by car. Thankfully, there were taxis and rideshares everywhere.

It only takes him just over 10 minutes to arrive at the hotel. A few of the members are already heading back out again. You are dressed in comfy casual clothes as you bounce and smile while dragging Jaehyun with you through the lobby. Jae doesn’t look particularly happy to be going back out late at night but she’s also known to do anything you ask of her. A few other members follow behind but as expected Younghoon is nowhere to be seen.

Eric lets out another shaky breath before pulling the key card from his pocket again.

“Just get in the elevator and go up to her room.” He whispers to himself.

This doesn’t feel real. This can’t be real. He should be waking up from an alcohol-induced dream any minute now. The pain he felt from pinching himself proves otherwise. The trip up to her room felt like nothing and everything at once, as if he blinked and suddenly was in front of Hyunjoon’s door. He has the key, still, it feels disrespectful not to knock first.

“You have a key, you could just come in.” She teases with a giggle as she opens the door.

Eric’s mind goes blank. Her short hair is tussled and slightly damp, clearly just showered. Her body is wrapped in a fluffy robe which he assumes to be the only thing covering her.

“I um- I- it seemed rude not to knock first.”

She smiles sweetly and takes his hand in hers, “Come on in before someone sees you pretty boy.”

Eric lets her pull him into the room and close the door behind him. He knew Hyunjoon was taller than him. He knew in theory, he knew from hi-touch. Having her here right in front of him no more than a few inches from him reminds him of that fact. It makes his brain stop and his stomach flood with butterflies.

“You look nervous.” She says softly, reaching out to cup his cheek in her hand, “Are you okay?”

“It feels… really unreal…”

“Are you comfortable?”

He nods.

“Tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” He nearly whispers, leaning into her touch.

“Good. Now, what’s your name, pretty boy?”

She knew his name from the fan sign but she couldn’t let her small obsession with him be too obvious.

“Eric.”

She smiles at him and takes his hand in her free one, “Are you comfortable with me kissing you, Eric?”

He nods, “I’ll take anything you give me.”

A flash of something dark passes through her eyes before they go soft again. Though, a knowing smirk still sits on her pretty lips. Pulling him further into the room, Hyunjoon guides Eric to sit down on her bed. The dark-haired woman immediately climbs into his lap and rests her hands on his shoulders. Eric can’t help but notice your things on the other bed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asks, lightly toying with the collar of his shirt.

“What if-“ He cuts himself off with a quick glance at the other bed.

“She’ll be out for a little bit. We have time to do as much or as little as you’d like.”

That’s all it takes. Eric pushes up to capture Hyunjoon’s lips. She lets out a small surprised noise but still kisses him back happily. She lets her hands run down his front to find his hands fisting the sheets. Guiding his hands to cup her hips, Eric simply allows the tall woman to do as she pleases. As she starts rolling her hips against him, her robe starts to come loose.

Hyunjoon continues to grind against him and eagerly kisses him back as if she’s done it a million times. Eric is fighting against cumming in his pants. He never thought he’d get to come near this woman let alone have sex with her. With some sort of randomly found confidence, he unties the already loosened knot holding her robe closed.

“Eager are we?” Hyunjoon teases between kisses, “Go on. You have your fun.”

Reluctantly he pulls away from the kiss. As Eric’s lust-glazed eyes wander his eyes fixate on her chest. He must’ve stared a moment too long because Hyunjoon took his hand in hers again and slowly trailed it up her body. Only then does Eric process the very wet patch on his pants from her grinding against him.

“You’re allowed to touch me, pretty boy. I told you to have fun.” She says in a soft sultry tone.

“J-joon I… I wanna-“

“Hmm? What is it, Eric?”

Eric’s hands are still under hers as she places them on her breasts. He takes it upon himself to start toying with her nipples, making her rut against him harder. A small broken gasp escapes her lips when he starts leaving wet open open-mouthed kisses along her throat.

“You’re far too dressed, baby.” Hyunjoon muses still half lost in pleasure. Her fingers just barely tease under the hem of his shirt, nails lightly grazing against his muscles. “Let’s take this off.”

It takes some convincing for Eric to move his hands and lips for all of a split second when Hyunjoon pulls the loose-fitting top from his body. The moment the fabric is off his body, Eric’s hands fly to hold her waist again. Hyunjoon shudders at the feeling of her clit dragging against his cock beneath the last bit of clothing separating them. Her robe is hanging useless from her elbows mostly poking behind her.

“Wanna make you cum first.” Eric barely whispers against her neck, “Wanna see you cum. please?”

“You like me using you for my own pleasure, don’t you pretty boy?”

Eric nods slightly still lining kisses anywhere he can reach, “You take whatever you want from me.”

Hyunjoon continues to grind against him. All Eric can do is help guide her hips and continue to kiss any skin she allows him. Her moans start to pitch up and get louder. Had it not been for Eric’s assistance her movements would’ve been sloppy and erratic. She rolls her hips particularly harshly making Eric keen out a whimper.

“You gonna cum in your pants just from me grinding on you?” She chuckles, “Thought you wanted to make me cum first? Use your body for my pleasure before you get anything properly.”

Again, Eric nods mindlessly.

Hyunjoon chuckles and pushes Eric back flat against the bed. She stands up and lets her robe fully fall off her body. Eric’s breath hitches as she tugs his pants and underwear off together, lightly musing about the wet spot she created under her breath.

“Come here, pretty boy.” She hums, climbing back onto the bed and spreading her legs fully.

Eric doesn’t need to be told what to do. Even though his almost painfully hard cock is now exposed and begging to be touched, he still puts the singer’s pleasure first as promised. His tongue is flat against her entrance as soon as he can get it there. Hyunjoon lets a long moan escape her lips as she tangles her fingers into his pink-purple hair.

“Fuck,” she chuckles lowly, “So good for me, pretty boy.”

Eric moans against her again, subtly grinding again the mattress. Pushing her hands further into his hair, Hyunjoon pulls him away slightly. The moment their eyes meet Eric swears his heart does about fifty backflips. Hyunjoon’s eyes are clouded with lust, glazed over with pure arousal. It’s enough to have Eric feel small beneath her gaze. She pushes his head back between her legs. Not a single thought passes through his mind as he laps at her entrance. His nose gently bumps against her clit in the process. He takes his time, each lick languid but still desperate. There was no way he was letting this go to waste. Eric lets his hands wander up her body. One stopped to hold her hip while the other toyed with her chest. Hyunjoon puts one hand over her on her chest. She lets him do as he wishes but still cups his

“Pretty boy,” Hyunjoon hums, tugging his hair slightly, “thought you didn’t want to get caught. You’re taking your time, we could get interrupted at any moment if we keep up this pace.”

Eric moans as he grinds against the mattress, “Don’t care, wanna taste you. Wanna be used by you.”

“Use your fingers, baby. Make me cum on your fingers. You can use two, it’s okay I had a bit of fun earlier”

As much as he wants to continue taking his time, he pushes two fingers in as he was told. His tongue skillfully flicks at her clit as he curls his fingers inside her. Hyunjoon’s back arches off the bed as Eric wraps his lips around the bud and sucks lightly. He continues lapping at her clit as he picks up the pace of his fingers.

“You’re so good with your fingers, pretty boy.” She praises, “Gonna make me cum.”

“Please,” Eric moans against her, pistoning his fingers faster, “Wanna taste, want it so bad.”

“Eric! Fuck! Fuck! Cumming, I’m cumming!” She moans loudly.

Her thighs shake and quiver around his head, trying to close together due to the pleasure. Eric moves his hand from her hip to her thigh to hold it down. Hearing how she moans his name almost makes him cum right then and there embarrassingly all over the hotel sheets. Hyunjoon tugs at his hair harshly as she rides out her high. The pain of her grip has nothing on the absolutely euphoric feeling of being with her, nothing could.

“Fuck…” she chuckles through a long breath, gently petting his head.

Eric pillows his head against her thigh, looking up at her with pleading, sparkly eyes. He doesn’t say a word and just watches her for a few moments. She puckers her lips slightly, silently calling him up for a kiss. Eric does his best to remain collected as he pushes himself up and holds himself over her as he leans down for a kiss. She wraps her arms over his shoulders and her legs around his waist. Tasting herself on his lips she moans into the kiss. Both of them with swollen lips from earlier. Hyunjoon leverages her weight, wrapping her legs tighter around Eric’s waist, and flips them over so she’s in his lap again.

“You have a condom, pretty boy?” She pants against his lips, grinding against his hard member.

“Wallet.” He mumbles against her lips, “In my pants.”

Hyunjoon reaches blindly for his pants somewhere on the bed until she finds them and reaches inside to grab his wallet. Eric tries to pull it from her hand but she refuses with a light giggle against his lips.

“Let me,” she smirks against his lips.

Pulling away from the kiss, she opens the wallet to grab the condom. As she does so, a small picture falls out. Eric flushes red trying to hide it beneath his hand. It’s too late though, Hyunjoon already saw it. It’s a cute picture of you and her from earlier this year. Climbing out of his lap, she rips the condom open and takes his cock in her other hand.

“It’s cute that you have a picture of me and Fey in your wallet. Looking like your two pretty girlfriends. Is that what you tell people? That we’re your girlfriends?”

Eric whines slightly and looks away, “I- it’s just-”

He gets cut off with a moan as Hyunjoon rolls the condom down his length. She lets out another low chuckle seeing his already fucked out look. Climbing back up into his lap, she hovers herself above him, angling his cock to her entrance.

“Are you ready, baby?” She asks, rubbing the tip of his cock through her folds.

“Mmm~” Eric hums, leaning his face up towards her hoping for a kiss.

As she sinks down onto his cock, Hyunjoon meets his request and kisses him through a moan. Eric grips onto her hips tightly, trying his best not to cum prematurely. Hyunjoon sits still for a few moments, gauging Eric’s state. His eyes are glazed over and desperate.

“Move,” he practically begs, “please, need-” he gets cut off with another moan.

Hyunjoon starts bouncing herself on his cock at a slow pace to start. It doesn’t take long for the two of them to fuck as if they’re in heat. Hyunjoon bounces harshly down onto his cock as Eric thrusts his hips up to meet hers. They hardly notice the passage of time or the noise level. They couldn’t care less how loud they may be to their neighboring rooms. (Hyunjoon makes a mental note to apologize to Jaehyun and Jackie in the morning).

“You having fun?” You call into the room as soon as the door opens.

You watch how Eric eyes open wide seeing you. It’s incredibly clear that he did not expect you to be back already. As if nothing is out of the ordinary, you watch how your girlfriend continues to fuck herself on Eric’s cock. Placing the leftovers on the small table you walk over to the pair. You pinch Hyunjoon’s cheeks between your fingers and force her gaze onto you. Her eyebrows are furrowed together in pleasure, eyes glazed over completely lost in lust.

“Hi, baby.” You hum, “Are you having fun?”

“Mmm~” She hums.

Leaning down you let your hair fall in your face as you kiss her deeply. Eric moans in unison and his hips stutter and he thrusts shallowly. Hyunjoon moans into the kiss. Her hands immediately tug at your clothes silently asking you to strip too. It takes all of a few moments for you to be just as naked as the other two. You find your girlfriend’s lips again and Hyunjoon whines and moans into the kiss. Still, her hands return to Eric’s shoulders as he rides out his high.

“You okay, baby?” You ask softly, barely pulling away from the kiss.

“I-” Hyunjoon starts.

“Not you, sweetheart. I know you’re okay. If anything you want more.” You giggle.

“M-me?” Eric asks quietly as the realization of his early orgasm sinks in.

You push your hair out of your face and look Eric in the eyes, “Yes, baby, are you okay?”

Lifting Hyunjoon up, you help her off of Eric’s softening member. The moment Hyunjoon is lying out on the bed beside Eric, you immediately push your fingers inside her again. Your thumb rubs tight circles against her sensitive clit making her moan desperately. Eric’s eyes fixate on how your hand pistons into her with familiar skill.

“Don’t worry about her. I can handle her. How are you feeling?”

“‘M good. Can I–”

“Let’s get this off of you, yeah?”

Eric nods, “‘M sorry.”

You shake your head and carefully pull the used condom off of him. Your girlfriend still writhes on your fingers as you place gentle kisses across Eric’s face. Tossing the used condom in the direction of the trash hoping for the best but not caring too much.

“Baby don’t be sorry.” You muse, pressing more soft kisses across his face, “You had a good time and–”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you get cut off by Hyunjoon’s moans.

“Go on baby, cum all over my hand.” You chuckle.

Hyunjoon rolls her hips down onto your fingers as her second orgasm hits her with full force. Your hair falls down into your face again as your gaze falls onto your pretty girlfriend. Eric’s eyes stay fixated on her as well. Hyunjoon barely catches her breath before you climb your way over her and sit on her face. Immediately Hyunjoon laps at your pussy eating you out like you’re her favorite meal. Eric barely grazes his fingers over your thighs. You jerk your head toward him as you grind against your girlfriend’s face. Eric surprises himself with the boldness of his action as he holds your face in his hand, pulling you forward into a kiss. You moan into his mouth as Hyunjoon smacks her hand down against your ass.

“She’s doing so good. You think you can do just as good… maybe even better next time?”

“Next time?” He asks into the kiss.

You moan against his lips when Hyunjoon sucks particularly hard on your clit, “Yeah, next time.”

Hyunjoon reaches out one hand in search of Eric’s. The moment her hand is in his again, she guides him to your chest. A small whimper escapes your lips and Eric immediately swallows it. Hyunjoon takes her hand back and braces her hands on your hips. She pushes your body up from your waist for a moment.

“Why don’t you kiss her tits, Eric? She’s sensitive.”

Hyunjoon immediately pulls you back down and continues her ministration. Eric does as he’s told and lets his kisses wander lower onto your chest. Wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, he rolls it around his tongue. The noises that are pulled from you are something Eric never wants to forget. As you grind harder against your girlfriend the noises you let out get more and more pitchy and breathy. Eric nips and rolls your nipple between his teeth while he plays with the other with his fingers. You start to lose your rhythm as your orgasm rapidly approaches. Hyunjoon guides your hips at the pace she wants until you finally reach your high. You grip Eric’s hair as he continuously plays with your chest. You drop your head back and pant as you come blacked from your high. Eric gently litters kisses along your chest and collarbones. The gesture helps you catch your breath again. Eric helps you shift off of Hyunjoon and tugs you into his lap.

“Are you okay?” Hyunjoon teases slightly, face still slick with arousal.

“Mm,” you hum, already half asleep cuddled up to Eric.

“Should I- um- should–” Eric stutters out.

“Stay,” you mumble back, “you’re tired too, I know it.”

Hyunjoon giggles and leans forward to capture you in a kiss despite still being comfortably nestled in Eric’s lap. She of course leans up to also kiss Eric. The taste of you on her lips makes his head dizzy with want. You said there’s always another time for that and he can only hope that’s true.

Eric picks up the ring on the chain around your neck, "This looks familiar," he chuckles.

"This one too?" Hyunjoon teases, lifting a similarly styled ring around her neck.

Eric chuckles, "Yeah, I didn't say it earlier but they do look very familiar."

"Hope you don't mind me borrowing them." she chuckles.

Eric shakes his head and smiles. You just snuggle up closer than you already were. He might not admit it right now but knowing he's not crazy for his missing rings is comforting. They look damn good on the two of you too.

“Do you wanna clean up and we can cuddle?” Hyunjoon offers, seeing how both of you are fading fast.

“That sounds nice.” You hum, shifting slightly in Eric’s lap, “Carry me?”

Eric giggles quietly, “Okay.”

By the time you’re all cleaned up and comfy in bed together you can feel the tension enter Eric’s body again. You shift between your girlfriend and Eric, Hyunjoon spooning you from behind while you have your head pillowed against Eric’s chest.

“What’s wrong?”

“Um…” Eric starts, “You’re dating each other right…?”

Hyunjoon hums, reaching over to put a hand over Eric’s gently rubbing his knuckles, “Yeah, we are… is that okay?”

Eric nods carefully, “Yeah… but what does that mean here?”

“What do you want it to mean?” You ask sleepily.

Eric shifts slightly uncomfortably, “You’re celebrities… I don’t want you to risk anything for a– I’m just a fan I could never ask you to… I don’t know…”

Hyunjoon sits up, unbothered by her less-than-dressed state, and leans over you to kiss Eric’s cheek, “Hand me your phone, Eric.” Cautiously, he hands her his phone, ignoring the copious amounts of texts from the other boys, “There’s our numbers, I already made a group chat. Just rest and we’ll keep in contact, okay?”

“Now sleep, rest while you can. I assume you’re following us to the other stops, right?”

Eric gets comfy again and snuggles close, “Yeah, we, my friends and I are flying out in the morning…”

“So you really should sleep,” Hyunjoon giggles.

“Go to sleep.” You smile softly, kissing his jaw, “Goodnight, Eric.”

“Good night, girls.”

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thatseventiesbitch · 16 days ago

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Fictober 16 - "No I'm not okay"

"Okay, Mom, have a seat." Eric guided Kitty to the kitchen table, where she took a seat next to Red and Bob. The nerves were evident in his voice. All three adults looked up at Eric and Donna expectantly, unsure why they'd been gathered.

"What's going on?" Red demanded.

"Yeah," Bob chimed in. "I'm here on a commercial break from Love Boat, so I don't have much time."

As if they'd rehearsed this, Eric stepped forward with an ice cold beer, which he cracked and then handed to Red. Donna supplied Kitty with a wine glass, and then filled it nearly to the brim with red wine.

"And for you, Bob - "

Eric went to the fridge and retrieved an item in a small, pink cake box. He deposited it on the table in front of Bob with a flourish, opening the box to reveal a large, fresh peanut cake. Bob clapped his hands together gleefully, and picked up one end of the cake like he was ready to dig in.

"Hold it - " Red's voice, loud and gruff, filled the kitchen. "Bob, wait."

"Oh, I'm not someone who's patient around cake, Red." Bob chuckled, and took a gigantic bite. Bits of frosting and peanuts scattered on the table in front of him. "You know that." He spoke around the mound of food in his mouth, sending crumbs splaying messily.

"They want something, Bob," Red explained. He hadn't touched his beer, bubbling tantalizingly in front of him. "It's a bribe."

"Or they did something," Kitty agreed. She swirled the wine in her glass, watching them suspiciously, but she didn't take a sip. "And they're here to beg for forgiveness."

"Let's have it, then." Bob still seemed unfazed as he took his second large bite of the cake.

"Not asking for anything," Eric promised, kneading his hands together anxiously. "Except maybe mercy." He winced. "I'd really like to keep my ass where it is." He gestured to his parents' still-full beverage glasses. "You sure you don't want to have some of that first?"

"Get to the point," Red used a gravely, warning tone and Eric visibly gulped.

"We just - we need to tell you something," Donna stepped forward. "And it would be really, really cool if you didn't yell. Or freak out. Or - or kill Eric." Her nervous expression matched Eric's.

Red gave a twisted smile. "No promises."

Eric gulped again. "Okay, Donna, tell them!" He nudged her forward, and then braced himself behind her.

Donna swatted at him, annoyed. "Oh, I get to be the human shield?"

"You heard him!" Eric hissed. "Besides, they're not gonna hurt you. You're - " but he cut himself off hastily.

"Pregnant," Donna finished for him, softly. "I-I'm pregnant." They both glanced between their parents, anxious for their reactions.

There were a few awful beats of silence. Then -

"Oh my god!"

Kitty leapt from her chair and embraced Donna, bouncing her from side to side excitedly. Then she opened one arm to include Eric in the hug.

"A grand baby!” Kitty shrieked.

Bob seemed to be in shock. His mouth had fallen open and a chunk of cake fell, disgustingly, to the table.

“I’m gonna be a paw-paw? I-I can’t believe it. My baby’s havin’ a baby!” He stood up and joined the hug.

Only Red didn’t react.

Eric watched him nervously, finally breaking free from his mother’s well-intentioned but choking grasp.

"Let's see, are you gonna tell me how irresponsible this was?" Eric guessed. He was watching Red carefully, like he was a bull that could charge at any moment. "Say we're ruining our lives? Or - I know. 'I'm such a disappointment,'" Eric recited it sarcastically and like he had it committed to memory, but his shoulders slumped.

Red finally seemed to shake his surprise loose, and he abruptly stood up, causing Eric to take a fumbling step backwards.

But Red didn't say any of those things. Instead he stuck his arm out for a handshake. "Congratulations, Dad," he said sincerely. His eyes were smiling in a way Eric had rarely seen before as they clasped hands.

"Oh, Red." Kitty clasped her hands together and blinked back sentimental tears. Eric's expression had turned from shocked to touched.

"Gee," Bob clasped one arm around Donna's shoulders and one arm around Red's. "I guess this means we're gonna be in-laws." He chuckled. "I call hosting Christmas this year! Woo hoo." He pumped his fist. "I'm makin' margaritas!"

Red's expression soured rapidly. Kitty frowned, watching his face grow pale just like it had before he'd had his heart attack.

"Red, honey. Honey, are you okay?" She quickly guided him back to one of the kitchen chairs.

"No, I'm not okay!" He glared at Bob, and then turned his anger towards Eric. "Damn it, Eric. My foot is about to lay eggs in your ass!"

Eric clicked his tongue. "See, this is the reaction I was expecting."

#fictober #fictober24 #that 70s show #that '70s show #that 90s show #that '90s show #eric forman #donna pinciotti #kitty forman #red forman #bob pinciotti #eric and donna #eric x donna #otp: mom and dad #red and kitty #red x kitty #fanfic #writing

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frozenjokes · 1 month ago

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with enough patience, you two can talk to your companions instead of shooting them in the face!

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LOOP 7

Scar fell. He was getting really sick of falling. He wished he could predict it, but it was just like falling out of darkness, no time to react and even less time to understand. Utterly miserable.

He didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to die. He felt like he hadn’t slept in days. The ground was hard, borderline uninhabitable, but it was also cool, and as far as Scar was concerned, he could’ve been laying on a cloud.

The left door slid open and Scar was up at the same moment, gun pointed steadily. Cub stared, then slowly let the door close to a crack. Neither of them spoke, the whir of something in the hallway the only sound.

“Hello, Scar. I’m going to come in now. The ceiling is made of sawblades, and if I am going to die, I would rather be shot. That being said, I would appreciate it if you didn’t shoot me.” Cub waited a moment, then shuffled inside with a hurried urgency that led Scar to believe he was quite close to being cut in half. Well. Alright.

“You’ll speak carefully if you want to keep your life.”

Cub shrugged. “I probably won’t. But I don’t plan on staying. If it makes you feel better, I’m not armed.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Fair. If it makes you feel better, by the time I drew and aimed a gun at you, you would have already shot me fifteen times.”

“Waste of bullets. I could kill you in one.”

“True.”

Neither of them spoke for a long moment, but Cub didn’t look uncomfortable, idly swaying on his feet and looking around, like the man with the gun pointed at his head was at the very bottom of his list of concerns. Scar was getting tired of holding his arm straight, but he would not be the first to speak, not even if Cub wasn’t in any sort of hurry. However, Scar didn’t need to bluff a shot to regain Cub’s attention, the human’s eye returning to Scar naturally.

“Cleo and I are tired. We’ve been awake for quite a lot of time.. sleep is odd in the time loop. It doesn’t make very much sense that we still get tired if we’re being reset, but who knows. Maybe dying over and over takes its toll. I don’t know how much sleep you need to get, but I’m guessing it’s quite a bit. Cat things.. you know..” Cub paused, waiting for a reaction. Had he meant to tell a joke? Scar didn’t understand it.

Cub gave it up after a few more awkward moments of silence. “Regardless, we have decided that nothing productive is going to happen if any of us are armed, especially you. There is one safe room on the ship, and it’s the place Cleo and I wake up after the loop resets. This room we’re in now and the control room usually have a few traps, and the hallways are full of them, so if you’d like some peace of mind.. There’s that. We’ve got beds and food and water, which you do not have. You are free to join us if you forfeit your guns. Eventually you’ll have to, unless you die, but the hallway to our room is relatively safe. The blades are intimidating, but a timer like that usually means less threats or at least more obvious ones. Two tripwires in that hall, and one pressure plate, but it’s big and looks different from the rest of the floor; most pressure plates do here, you just have to pay some extra attention. Though, I’d still be careful. Sometimes I miss stuff. As a general rule of thumb, just don’t touch the walls.”

Scar frowned, anxiety prickling his fur. “I’m not giving up my guns.”

“Then you will die.” Cub shrugged, “Of thirst, probably, unless one of us takes pity on you, which we won’t. Better than to starve, maybe. I wouldn’t know.”

“I won’t starve. You won’t be able to stop me from storming your room and taking it for myself.”

“Ah, yeah, you could do that.” Cub nodded, but he stopped, eyes narrowing behind his glasses in a look far more shrewd, “But what next? You stay here forever, alone? You never go home? You could resign yourself to living out the rest of our ten year sentence, but you’d fall to your own hand long before time was up. Maybe worse, when you finally decided to end it, you wouldn’t die. There’s no escape, Scar. Not from us, not from yourself. So why don’t we try to get along.”

It wasn’t a suggestion, but Scar would not let himself be shaken. Starvation did not scare him. “I will not give up my guns. Leave me.”

Cub almost looked amused. “Or what? You’ll shoot me?” He turned around, ambling back toward the left door. “See you later then.”

Cub left. Scar stared after him the whole way.

…

Scar had no way to track the time, but it did not matter. No one came back to his room. His mouth remained dry, stomach empty. He did not move, too afraid of a looming death that didn’t matter, that would fall upon him regardless of if he stayed or explored his surroundings. He was bored. He slept, but not well, and he did not know if he ever made it to a deeper form of sleep. It didn’t feel that way. Passing hours was a matter of opening and closing his eyes.

He was surprised when he grew restless. He thought he’d be too depressed to ever want to move again, but not even fear could keep the boredom away. He was so deeply uncomfortable, he couldn’t shake the desire to shed his skin. He did the next best thing, stepping from his space suit. So what if it killed him? If the rest of his eternity would be spent here, he wasn’t going to live in a bulky, awkward suit.

He kept his guns. He didn’t know why.

Was it pride? Fear? Did he really feel any safer holding on to these, or was he just being stubborn. Did he just hate those humans so much more than he yearned to eat, to drink. Out of a lack of anything else to do, he started picking out his hair. Chewing on his skin. He felt dirty.

He dragged his feet as he walked through the hall. He nearly tripped both the wires on accident, and spent a little too much time staring at the ceiling, willing the saw blades that lowered as he passed to end his pathetic life. He waited at the door. A jolt of adrenaline pushed him through it when the blades whirred too close.

The humans looked up from their places on separate beds, a small living space smushed into one side of the long room while the rest was dedicated to storage. It was very similar to the one he started in, rectangular and gray walls, but decorated differently. Maybe all the rooms were like this. If the humans had been talking before, Scar’s appearance ended their conversation. He saw their eyes flick to his belt, empty.

“Water cooler’s over there,” Cub pointed with his thumb, and Scar went silently. They continued to talk, doing him a favor by paying him very little mind and preserving his dignity. Regardless, he wasn’t listening. He intended to drink, eat, and sleep, in that order. No one bothered him when he dug through the boxes for food, then left a mess of it, the deepest form of disrespect he could think to show his new companions. Afterwards, he climbed as high as he could go on equipment that may or not have been fragile. He did not know, and he cared even less.

…

Something brushed past Scar’s ear, which flicked without his input, a lazy indicator of his mild annoyance in the vacuum of a fleeting rest. The voices of other people were a comforting white noise, homely, cozy. There was always something going on at home, people talking, working, sparring; it was never quiet, and that was a good thing. A happy home was a blanket of soft conversation, teasing, purring, grooming.. yes. Scar couldn’t imagine himself anywhere else.

Something small, maybe bug sized, hit him in the face. He snorted. It dropped away. Someone was giggling. A couple other somethings bounced off of him, and Scar was beginning to wonder where he’d settled down that had so much falling debris.

Sleepily, he opened his eyes, and had just enough time to process where he was before a soft puff of air caught the attention of his good ear, and in less than a second, something bounced into his eye. Scar yelped, startling upwards, only to see the two humans on the other side of the room, stuck between some kind of triumph, concern, and amusement. Cub was holding a straw, and Cleo was in the middle of balling up another piece of paper.

“That was not me.” Cub deadpanned, not taking his eyes off Scar while he reloaded his weapon. Scar bounded off his elevated platform to the floor, catching himself on his four hands and launching forward, snatching Cub by the collar and yanking him from the bed.

“You think you’re funny, do you?”

“Uh,” Cub looked from Scar to Cleo. Cleo didn’t look up, biting at their nails. Cub frowned, shrugging, “A little bit.” Cub relaxed, seeming to unfocus in a way that was starting to drive Scar crazy. “You’re a lot stronger than you look, actually.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“Yeah, you’ve said so. I’d say this is an improvement from the gun thing though- well, I guess it depends on how you go about my imminent murder. What are you thinking? Dismemberment? I don’t know why my brain went there first, that’s probably a hassle. Big cats tend to go for the throat, don’t they? Actually, quite a few of them just eat their prey alive. It’s efficient. You don’t seem to do that though, which I appreciate.”

“I second that.” Cleo mumbled, though they were more focused on their chewed up fingernails.

“Guess you could slit my throat with your knife fingers. Not ideal honestly, I don’t love choking to death. Bleeding out? Ehhh, it depends. Weakness is never a good feeling, but if we’re ranking the most uncomfortable ways to go here-”

“Shut up!” Scar dropped him, whirling around to go and sulk by the water cooler. The mess he’d made of the food he’d eaten was gone. He was quite tempted to make another. Maybe he would eat Cub alive, now that would be a mess, huh.

“Hey, well now that you’re up, we can see what we can do about getting you home. This is not supposed to happen, we weren’t even briefed on what to do if someone ended up here, so,” Cleo mumbled, still biting her nails, “We were just waiting for you to wake up before we left to call home. If you need some time to brood though, go ahead I guess.”

“Dead people don’t go home,” Scar huffed miserably into his knees, glaring to the side when both humans looked up at him.

“Last time I checked you weren’t dead,” Cub shrugged, but Scar growled over him.

“I am dead. We’re all dead. Tell whatever story you want, none of us are ever going home.”

Cub blinked, looking to Cleo, “I thought you told him this was a prison cell.”

“I did.” Cleo rolled their eyes, impatient, “Guess he's confused. I thought everyone knew about these, but who knows, maybe the cats didn’t get the memo. Weird though, if they specifically go out to hunt people in spaceships. You’d think this would be a problem.”

Cub opened his mouth, glanced at Scar, seemed to think better of what he was about to say, then seemed to un-think this, speaking anyway, “Maybe this guy’s just a dumbass.”

Cub quickly learned just how sharp Scar’s claws could be, however, Scar was more interested in hearing him scream than shutting him up altogether. Guns were efficient, yes, but mauling someone small and helpless was deeply cathartic. He took a step back only to take a breath, but before he could continue, Cleo swung her legs off the bed, hopping to her feet.

“Leave him. Let’s go call Joe.”

“Joe? Who’s Joe? Is he dead too?”

“Joe Hills from Nashville Tennessee.” Cleo didn’t look back, walking briskly to the left door, assumedly the one that led to the control room. Scar was struck between her and finishing what he’d started with Cub, but was afraid of being left behind.

“I- I don’t know what that means.”

“That’s fine.”

Cleo navigated the hall like she’d lived here her whole life, though, maybe it made sense that she’d been through here before; while Scar was down and out, he imagined she and Cub didn’t just sit around doing nothing. Scar followed them closely, still checking his steps before he made them, but a little more confident than if he’d been alone. Cleo was silent as the two of them entered the control room, but Scar still struggled to feel safe, looking around and stepping lightly despite Cleo’s beeline for the monitors. By the time he made it across the room, the biggest screen had changed color, appearing to be dialing another line, and it wasn’t long after that a video feed sprung to life, depicting a scrawnier looking human with a- well, his wardrobe was certainly colorful.

‘Joe,’ Scar assumed at least, looked ready to greet Cleo with a bright smile, but stopped short when he saw Scar standing stiffly behind her. Cleo took the reins in the gap of silence.

“Hello, Joe. Allow me to introduce you to the little issue that stumbled upon our cell the other day- well- days. If you were wondering why our call was late, this would be why. Scar, here, is a little touchy on the trigger finger if you catch my drift.”

“If by ‘your drift’ you mean you’ve died more than a couple times to a gun wielding stranger, then I would say I am catching it. Well howdy, Scar- Is that your name? Either way, it is very nice to meet you. I’m Joe Hills, speaking to you from an old, boring courthouse in Nashville Tennessee.”

Scar swallowed hard, still unsure what that last bit meant. Was that his title..? He found himself a bit intimidated, the person in front of him not a threat he could solve with a quick gunshot. “Is.. this how you’d like to be addressed?”

Maybe he sounded meek, because Cleo turned around, looking at Scar like he was a whole different person. However, Joe Hills From Nashville Tennessee only laughed, a sound which normally would have made the fur at the back of Scar’s neck bristle, but this human seemed more good natured than the other two.

“Joe is fine, Joe is fine. Now then, Scar, how did you end up in this mighty predicament?”

Cleo cut in before Scar could answer for himself, “Cub and I only get a twenty minute call home each once a week, so we don’t have time for a story.” She turned back to Joe, “Blew a hole in the side of the ship and walked right in. Killed Cub and I with the intention of eating us I think, but he must not have made it out. After he died, all three of us came back, and he’s been here since. Can you do anything about this? Alert anyone? I don’t know.”

Joe shrugged. “Sure thing, but I’m honestly surprised no one has tried to contact you two yet. Surely the higher ups know what’s happened, it’s not like they aren’t keeping tabs on you guys.”

“If they have tried to call us, we’ve missed it. We were a little busy getting our heads blown off by this chucklehead.” Cleo pointed backward and Scar growled. She did not look back.

“I see,” Joe knitted his fingers, letting his chin rest on his knuckles, “Yes, that would certainly pose an issue. Are you getting along now?”

“There’s a good chance Cub is bleeding out back in our room, so.. Well, y’know, we’re making progress. After this gets sorted out and Scar goes home, it won’t matter that Cub can’t bear to play nice for even two seconds.”

“Wait-“ Scar couldn’t help himself from interrupting, mind whirling, “You’re from-“ He couldn’t remember the name, “-from the human planet?”

“Earth, yes, I’m from Earth. Where are you from?”

“Nevermind that,” Scar growled, mind moving faster than his tongue could speak the words, “Are you alive? How are you speaking to us?”

“Last time I checked I still had a pulse,” but Joe sounded thoughtful, like Scar had asked a very good question and he needed to double check the answer, “As for us speaking, I can’t give you details, but I’m assuming a lot of satellites and other high tech machinery I can not even begin to understand. If you had a few hours I’m sure we could really get technical, but you don’t. Alas.”

“No- but- You’re not- We’re dead.” A thick silence fell over the three of them, followed by a long, frustrated sigh from Cleo.

“Scar’s a little confused about the time loop. He thinks he’s dead.”

“I- We are dead! Dead people don’t come back to life!”

“Oh, that’s not true!” Joe cut in, bordering on delight, “They do that all the time! It’s not a legal practice, hence why our good friend Cleo ended up where they are, but it certainly happens!”

“But-“ Scar felt like he was going crazy, “That’s not right. It’s not natural!”

Cleo shrugged. “Speak for yourself. This isn’t necromancy though.”

“No, it’s not,” Joe added, friendlier, “You aren’t dead or undead. You’re just alive! Well, there are definitely arguments to be made on exactly what is happening with y’all up there, on the logistics and certainly on the ethics, but Cleo is correct, it is not necromancy. It’s more like time travel. Your grievous injuries aren’t being undone, you’re just being put back to a moment in time where those injuries did not exist.”

“I- I don’t want to die.”

“A very admirable trait to have!” Joe conceded, “Luckily, you don’t have to. If you do, it won’t be permanent, not there. Nothing to worry about. Though, it might be awhile before you get out of there. I don’t know all the specifics of the protocol for an issue such as this one, but I do believe extracting unwanted guests is a bit of a pain. Unless your people are willing to spend a lot of time, money, and energy arguing with the branch of humans responsible for these prisons, you might be out of luck for a few years.”

“Years?”

Joe shrugged, “The rest of Cleo and Cub’s sentence, which makes five years, yes. Unfortunately, the humans in charge of this program have just about zero sympathy for people like you. In their eyes, you should know better. Regardless, you can probably negotiate for more rights than the actual prisoners are afforded. I don’t know, but it would make sense. No skin off their backs to give you more time on the phone with your family.”

Scar growled, claws fixing themselves into the back of Cleo’s seat, “How am I supposed to know better? No one told me anything!”

Joe’s bright attitude did not waver. “I highly doubt that. Anyway-“ he turned his attention to Cleo, and the two of them got to talking on unrelated subjects. Scar was shocked they could just move on when his own life was crumbling around him- Stuck here? For five years? How- long even long were human years!? How was this fair!?

Scar did not feel any better when Cub showed up, apparently not very dead at all. Various bandaids and bandages were peppered across his face and skin, his lab coat speckled with blood. Joe brightened when he saw Cub, opening his mouth to say hi when the screen went blank, the call apparently having reached its twenty minute max. Scar wasn’t familiar with human units.

“Damn.” Cub said, though he didn’t sound overly disappointed, “What’s the verdict then?”

“Joe doesn’t think Scar’s going home any time soon. Depends on what Scar’s folks think of him, but if he’s not royalty of some kind, it’s not likely he’s getting out of here any earlier than we are.”

“Sucks,” though Cub did not sound very much like he cared at all. Scar was ready to leave them both, Cub in particular ticking him off, but he was stopped by a chugging sound of a machine to the left of Cleo’s chair. She turned to see it as bits of paper started printing out of a slot in the middle, retrieving each one as they whooshed into the holding receptacle. The three of them watched in silence until the printer stopped making noise, Cleo tapping the small packet against the desk before eyeing it briefly, then handing it to Scar.

“Apparently they were waiting for the three of us to stop killing each other. Makes sense. They’ve got cameras. This is why I love Joe, I bet he called the guys in charge right away.”

Scar was silent, looking at the papers in quiet shock. They were official-looking, in his language and dated (three days had passed!?), and on the front was a picture of his face he had no idea how the humans had gotten ahold of, as well as his full name and far more personal details than he’d had the mind to share with most all of his colleagues. The next pages were filled with walls of text, which on a normal day he’d never bother to read, but today they had his full attention. Scar sat down on the floor, struggling to get his dyslexia-addled mind under control.

“You can sit in my chair?” Cub offered, a bit mystified with him, but Scar only grunted.

“Shut up.”

The second page was about contacting home; how they did so, how Scar could do so, what had been discussed, and what was being done. And what was being done? A whole lot of nothing for the most part. Not much to be done, according to these papers; Scar had messed with something he shouldn’t have, this machinery was powerful and understudied, he had been warned, and now he was paying the price. But he hadn’t been warned. Though, maybe the sweeping statement wasn’t directed at him specifically. It was his planet. His people.

The next page was logistics. This was a human prison, but early release could be earned with appropriate participation- Scar had stopped reading right then to ask what that meant, but neither Cub nor Cleo looked particularly thrilled.

“Not much else to do but participate. This whole place is a puzzle, and there’s nothing else to do here besides solve it.” Cub huffed, throwing Scar his first sign of real bitterness since he arrived, “We were two months in when you stormed in. The whole thing resets into something different each time. Hundreds of randomized options.”

Cleo shrugged, “We were pretty stuck anyway. I was getting really sick of hitting my head against a wall.”

“I hate starting over.”

“Well,” Cleo clicked their tongue, “Cope. We’ve got an extra set of hands now, so things might go quicker if we can keep from killing each other long enough to get out of here.”

“Unlikely. I’d rather make my own fun.” Cub turned on Scar like he was the root of all evil in the galaxy, “How tall are you? Nevermind, I can guess. About the same as Cleo it looks like..” Cub continued to mumble to himself, shuffling back toward the direction of his room. Cleo watched him go, unimpressed.

“He’s been in a foul mood lately. Just wait ‘til he burns himself out, he’ll be ready to try again. I’d say we’d do well to start without him, Cub can be such a pain in the ass, but I’m willing to bet he's plotting one or both of our murders, so no point bothering.”

“If he thinks he can take his angst out on me, he’s got a big storm coming,” Scar growled, but annoyingly, Cleo only laughed, rolling their eyes.

“If you’re as headstrong as he is stubborn, I’d say a big storm is exactly right. I will enjoy watching if I’m alive enough to do so. Being dead is just as fine with me. Time passing without my having to be awake for it? Now that’s a treat.”

“I don’t understand how you’re so okay with it.”

“Being dead? Famously, I’m not okay with it.”

“You clearly don’t care about dying at all!” Scar growled, frustrated, but Cleo waved him off.

“I don’t care because it doesn’t matter here. When you get skewered, sliced, and set on fire enough times, it’ll stop mattering to you too. But that doesn’t change how I feel about death, real death. I had a lot of cancer, Scar, and let me tell you, I never got to the point where I just accepted it.”

Scar scowled, distasteful, “I can see that.”

“I can see you’re impressed, and you should be. My life was never in anyone else’s hands but my own; I am far from the first person to kill themself, but I might be the first to have brought myself back. Not perfectly, you can see that, but I came back with my head intact, which is more than you can say for most brought back by someone else.”

“That is not possible and I don’t believe you.”

Cleo shrugged, “Guess I can’t make you. But I can tell you if I’d been brought back by someone else, I’d be going right back in the ground. There’s a reason I’m here. They’re just buying time until they know what to do with me; it’s fine to kill a crazy person, but crazy people who are whip smart, doing things no one else has managed? That’s different. They want to use you, but you’re crazy, so they’re a little bit afraid to try. Cub’s in a similar boat. He’s properly deranged, but tends to be overlooked, underestimated I suppose. He’s unassuming, I’ve heard people say. Shy, but not cold. Perfectly friendly under normal circumstances. I never met that Cub, not that he isn’t nice or anything, just that I pegged him as off his rocker the first time we talked, I saw right through it. He knew it too, knew I Saw Him. If he was a scarier man, I might have been intimidated, but it’s pretty clear to me that Cub’s just a pest. A pest that can do a lot of damage if left up to his own devices, but a pest all the same. Our planet dealt with that pest by sending him to space. Dork.”

Scar was quiet, struggling to gauge what was happening here. Why was Cleo sharing all this? What was the point? Scar felt awkward with his papers in his hands and sitting idle. His people were social as well, but not like this, never idle, they were usually grooming themselves or each other, resting together. Scar didn’t do much talking outside of work and training. He’d given up most social ambitions, he was no good in school, and even when he’d found his stride in mercenary work, he never quite.. understood how to do it. He wanted to rule the crowd, to be in control, to rally his peers the way they’d been rallied against him in his youth, but he was missing something, and he was afraid it was a crucial item, one he’d lost the chance to learn from his time wasted in school. He liked Mumbo, Mumbo was pliant to him, but even he didn’t often stick around to share a groom. Scar wondered often if he could ever be like Grian, Grian who had the same rough edges, but still seemed to be liked. Mumbo liked Grian. Grian did not like Scar. Maybe it had to do with ranking; once Scar was a little older with a little more field experience, he could train his own mercenaries, and they’d like him just as much.

“Scar? You still here?” Scar looked up, distress easing his good ear backward even despite Cleo’s amused smile. That smile fell when she sensed his discomfort. “Prison’s a bummer, isn’t it. As much as Cub deserves to be here, I certainly don’t. I get it, the unfairness. I just had a horrible lawyer. Gotta love Joe, but yeesh. Though, it wasn’t really his fault. My fate had already been decided. Even if my defense wasn’t solely ‘I want to go to space! Put me in the escape room prison! Pick me! Pick me!’ it was still going to end this way.” She paused, waiting for Scar to speak, brow furrowing slightly when he didn’t. “Nothing to say?”

Scar swallowed. “I don’t know how.”

“Don’t know how to what?”

“Talk to you.”

Cleo snorted, “Sure you do. You’re plenty rude, combative.”

“Well- It’s different. I’m not used to this. We don’t do things the same way. I mean- kind of, but this is all very.. Direct. You’re just looking at me.”

“Ah,” Cleo leaned back in her chair, amusement mingling with interest, “Cultural things, huh? I don’t have to look at you. Do what you need to do, I’m just making conversation.”

Scar paused, nervous. He wasn’t exactly comfortable, he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to get into the weeds of grooming himself, but.. Well, he felt some kind of pull to try here. Awkwardly, he gave his chest a few short licks.

“A! No- Sorry, but stop. Your microphone. That’s not going to work.” Cleo laughed as Scar shot up, wide eyed, then looked at his microphone, embarrassed. Yeah, the feedback there would be pretty bad, wouldn’t it.

“I could turn it off,” Scar mumbled miserably. This was terrible. This was going terribly. He looked down at his papers again to avoid Cleo’s eye, who was apparently having a hard time not looking at him.

“You’d better not. This is fine..” Cleo trailed off, the silence thick, “Why don’t you call your folks? You can, can’t you? I can help you figure out how to get the call through.”

“I don’t think they’d want to talk to me. Even if anyone did, I wouldn’t know what to say. I’m too unlike myself. No one wants to see that.”

Cleo considered him for a moment, then nodded, “I understand. This sucks. You caught us at a bit of a low point, but we have some fun here too. Once Cub’s out of his funk, he makes a great game. We’ll take a break, we’ll get back on our feet, and we’ll get back to the puzzle. After that, well. I can’t promise anything. It’s been five years, and the people who have gotten out early could chip away in the escape room for upwards of six months, but who knows.”

“I don’t know how long that is.”

“What?”

“Your years. Months. I don’t know what that means.”

“Oh-! Duh-” Cleo laughed, though it was a little hollow as she shook her head, “Well, how do we figure that out then.. Cub would probably know in an instant, alas, I’m a more creatively minded person- Do we have a timer? We must, somewhere..” Cleo started looking through drawers, opening and closing them with the kind of urgency that made Scar melt a little inside. “Wait.” They stopped suddenly, making Scar jump. “I bet it says somewhere in that packet of yours. It’s informational, isn’t it? Parts of it look like what Cub and I got, in formatting at least. It should say something about the sentence length.” Cleo got up to look over Scar’s shoulder from where he was sitting on the ground.

Scar started to skim for a number, a little stressed with Cleo over his shoulder, but she was trying to help, and Scar resisted the urge to snap in the wake of the dignity she’d shown him. Even with the pressure, he did find what he was looking for.

“Three years.” Scar sighed, deeply relieved. Maybe not much better, but better than it could have been. Not so much of his life would be gone, even less if they got together and solved whatever puzzle needed to be done- that was so weird, what was with the puzzles? Scar wasn’t very good at puzzles. Would human puzzles be different? Easier? If they took- well- Scar still didn’t know what a month was, but how Cleo said it, it seemed like a long time. “What is a month compared to a year?”

“A month is less than a year. We split our years into twelve months.”

“So that’s-” Scar cut himself off, head already aching with the effort, “Oh, I’m not cut out for this.”

Cleo laughed, the sound making Scar bristle until she spoke, “Yeah, I don’t know either. It’s like- I don’t know, maybe around four months for you? If you cut your year into twelve.”

“We don’t. Our years are nine- I guess months.”

“Who knows then. Well. Cub actually. Cub would have a lot of fun with this, when he comes around again I’ll ask him.”

But Scar’s mind had already moved on to the next thing, and he shook himself out as he stood. “I want to start.”

“What?”

“I want to start the puzzle. I want to get out of here.”

“Oh,” Cleo trailed slightly, the kind of hesitance that Scar really didn’t want to see from them right now, “Well, I would be okay with that, but you’re going to need to get Cub on board before we do. We’ll probably need to reset the loop anyway, the hallways with timers in them like the sawblades are really annoying when you’re trying to gather the clues.”

“Why do we need Cub? Who cares about Cub.”

“Well, two things. One, if Cub isn’t in the mood, he’s either making games or deathtraps, both of which interfere with parts of the escape room. If something crucial gets damaged, we can’t move on.”

“I’ll just kill him then!” Scar growled, tail lashing, but Cleo only frowned, her lack of enthusiasm beginning to grate on his nerves.

“Second problem is that there are pieces of information in the design that are personalized to its prisoners. There are answers to questions that only I or Cub would have the background to answer accurately, and guesswork isn’t going to cut it. Some of the science and math needed to progress is so damn dense I wouldn’t be able to puzzle it out with a gun to my head. It’s just not going to work. We’re going to have to wait until Cub’s in a better mood.”

“That’s- Can’t you just tell him to get over it?”

Cleo snorted, “Yeah sure, I’ll tell him.”

“Well! Good! Where is he?” Scar whirled around, only to find Cub pushing through the door into the control room, wearing that stupid mild expression that never left his dumb stupid face.

“Oh hey, Cub. Scar is ready to get started on the puzzles again, and he wanted me to ask you to get over yourself so we could begin.”

“Ah,” Cub gave the ceiling a thoughtful look, leaning against the door to the hallway, “Yeah, alright. Could you let Scar know for me that he can go fuck himself, and if that isn’t satisfactory, he’s welcome to curl back up on the floor in the recreation room and starve.”

Scar growled, and Cub turned to face him directly, inclining his head, “Any problems?”

“Yeah, I think I do-“

“I don’t care. Go fuck yourself.”

“Right. Do you-“

“Kill yourself. I don’t care.”

“I-“

Scar had hardly started talking when Cub raised his straw, shooting one of those paper spitballs and hitting Scar squarely in the forehead.

Cub chuckled. Cleo mumbled something Scar didn’t hear. Scar snarled, lunging. Cub was through the doorway before Scar could blink, but the door didn’t get the chance to close before Scar was through as well.

Cub was halfway through the room as Scar entered, head ducked as if that might make him run any faster, minding the tripwires and the large pressure plate. If Cub thought he could hold Scar inside from the other side of the far door, he was mistaken, Scar was much stronger, and he doubted Cub would even get through before Scar had his claws on him.

Scar gagged as he was violently rubberbanded backwards by a wire around his neck. Spittle flew from his jaws as he thrashed briefly, taken by panic at whatever had snared him, but stopped with a choked gasp as he nearly hit the pressure plate, sobered by the threat of death despite his inability to breathe. He couldn’t- what-

The wire cut his throat, thick and jagged, but even choking and wheezing, Scar could still breathe, this wouldn’t be enough to kill him alone, and when he was out of this stupid thing, oohh-

Scar looked up. His mouth dried. The sawblades above his head were not slowing down, nor would they. Of this Scar was sure. Scar whipped his head to the side where the wire off his neck was attached taut to a hook in the wall. He strained to reach the hook, struggling to see a clasp or anything he could undo, but was stopped by another wire on the opposite wall, hooked similarly to the wall to keep him in place in the middle of the room. The pressure on his throat only tightened as he strained, but suffocating was the least of his concern. But he couldn’t reach- he couldn’t waste his time like this-

Scar clawed at his neck, but not even his claws fit under the wire, the tips snapping painfully as he tore relentlessly at his throat, drool falling from his lips as he strained for air. He could feel the breeze of the whirring blades, eyes watering in his panic. The wire was so tight, he could hardly duck to avoid them, but regardless he tried, instinct screaming only to get away even as the jagged snare drew a steady stream of dark blood. He closed his eyes tight, taking all four hands and yanking at the wire attached to the wall. The wire did not give. Scar could not scream when the blades cut several deep incisions through his hands. All that was left for him to do was pull down and close his eyes.

Then the blades met the highest points of the wire, and in a flurry of sparks, Scar was free. He fell face first, shock from the blow mixed with the sudden ease of pressure at his throat, but an instant later he was lunging forward, over the second tripwire and against the steel door to the safe room. Scar pushed himself against the door on his knees with a sharp whine, but it didn’t budge, he needed to turn the handle, but it was already covered by whirring sawblades. There was a gap between the door and the blades nearly the width of his arm, so with his death closing in, Scar pushed himself as far up from the ground as he could manage, groping with eyes squinted shut.

He found the handle. Yanking it down, Scar shoved with his whole body against his barrier to freedom.

With some resistance, the door opened.

Then it slammed back shut.

“Cub!” Scar screeched, fear and pain and horror creating a sound unlike him, indicative more of a jackrabbit with its throat actively being slit. He shoved again, the blades skimming the hair at his elbow where he had to reach up for the handle, but this time Cub was ready, and the door barely budged.

Scar did not stop screaming.

***

Cub pushed into the control room, wiping his brow in an exaggerated motion Cleo didn’t see, focused instead on the papers Scar had dropped in his righteous pursuit.

“Whew! Do not go in there.” Cub’s shoes left bloody footprints as he walked, but Cleo still hadn’t looked up, utterly uninterested. It irked him slightly, but he didn’t say anything, instead plopping down in the chair across from them.

“What did you do.” Cleo deadpanned.

Cub brightened. “Not a thing! Scar must have fallen and hit his head, you know how it is. Wouldn’t have been an issue without the timer, unlucky, unlucky.”

“I heard cats always land on their feet. He’s got six of those, I don’t imagine him tripping like that.”

“See, and I’ve gotten the impression he’s awfully clumsy.” Cub fiddled with the gun in his lap. Cleo looked up, stared at him, then at the gun, then looked back down, undeterred. When she said nothing, Cub spoke in her stead. “Will you do me a favor, Cleo?”

“Depends, with an emphasis on probably not.”

“It’s a very small favor.”

“Just spit it out, Cub,” they sighed, throwing away the papers they’d been pretending to read. Cub smiled, quite pleased.

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The love we gave away

Chapter 5

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut!, oral (f receiving), sad reader, bit of asshole Ransom

A/N: so here is the next chapter. I’m sorry I guess 😬

Series Masterlist

Song that Faith and reader sing along to

The sun was out providing warmth and another bright day. A light breeze kept you cool enough as you sat on the balcony on the last floor of the hotel you were staying at. It was the perfect place to relax, take in the view and enjoy the free time and inspiration as you sketched new designs. You were waiting for Faith to show up for brunch in your room but you also knew she was a bit on the drunk side when you last saw her.

It was another half hour before Faith finally showed up followed by hotel staff carting food. You had them set everything up out on the balcony and tipped them as they left. Faith groaned as she walked out to the balcony with her huge sunglasses and loungewear on. She plopped herself on one of the chairs and grabbed a strawberry.

“Did you have a good night last night?” You tease.

“Did you?”

“I did, I slept great.”

“With Ransom as your body pillow of course.” Faith smiles.

“Nope. All by myself.”

“Say just kidding right now.” Faith takes off her sunglasses so that you’ll look her in the eyes. “But you were all over each other yesterday. And don’t think I forgot about you telling me everything about your meetup in New York.” She says as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah well, we actually met up for the first time a few weeks ago.”

“You’re playing with me.”

“Nope.”

“How did it happen? Why did you guys meet up?” She leans forward and places all of her attention on you once she sees your brilliant smile.

You grabbed your phone and searched for something before turning it toward Faith. She studied the photo for a moment before it clicked. Faith screamed as she grabbed your phone and stared at the picture of the twins you had pulled up.

“How? I mean look at them. They’re beautiful. When did this happen? You have to tell me everything.”

So you did. Over brunch you explained everything that had happened from the moment the twins showed up in your life until now.

“Wow. I mean that’s amazing. So when can I meet my niece and nephew?”

“We can get together when you get back from your honeymoon.”

“Perfect. What about you and Ransom?”

“What about us?” You ask as you pop a grape into your mouth.

“Don’t play dumb it doesn’t suit you. It’s obvious you guys still have feelings for each other. Just the way you looked at each other.” She sighs.

“Nothings going to happen. I mean he has a girlfriend.”

Faith perks up at your statement and then she grins. “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“They broke up. Why do you think he’s here alone?”

“I don’t know, I thought she’d fly in today or tomorrow.”

“This is perfect. You’ll be back together before the wedding is over. I can feel it.” Faith does a little happy dance in her seat.

“Well I’m not getting my hopes up. Now let’s go try on your dress.”

You both get up and head to the separate room the dress was being held in. Faith gets into the dress with a little bit of your help and you make notes to add a few finishing touches.

The day went by quicker than you would have liked. The rehearsal dinner was fantastic and now everyone was meeting in the lobby to catch a party bus to go out to a club or two. It wasn’t really your thing but considering you were with people you knew and Faith badgering you to go you got dressed.

In the lobby you were one of the last people down. You wore a gold sequin bodycon mini dress, matching gold stilettos, your hair was down and your makeup was simple with bold lipstick. As your heels clicked against the tiled floor you saw Ransom turn his head in your direction. His jaw went slack as he took you in. He took his time looking at the way the dress hugged your curves. When he finally made eye contact with you his eyes were dark and full of want.

Ransom was dressed in dark brown almost black dress pants and a short sleeve button up with an orange, black, cream and white design on it. He looked good and pulled off the look effortlessly.

“You look stunning.” He says as you get closer to him.

“Well you look quite handsome yourself.”

Heels click behind you as Faith and Scott appear. She was dressed in white and he was dressed in black. Everyone cheers for them as they lead the group outside. Ransom immediately sticks to your side. His hand on your lower back as he guides you to the party bus which could probably be seen from space with all the lights it had on.

Music is already blasting as you get in. Faith and a few of the bridesmaids are already dancing. You on the other hand decide to sit and Ransom follows your lead. His arm drapes behind you.

“Let’s take a picture.” You whisper in his ear and he nods. “I haven’t told the twins that we ran into each other.”

You pull your phone from the clutch you brought with you and Ransom leans in and waits for you to snap a few. Butterflies erupt in your belly as you look at them. You remember what Faith said to you about him being single now. When you look up she’s giving you a wicked grin and a thumbs up. With a quick message you send the kids a picture.

Abigail: You went together? 😱😱

Theodore: make good choices.

You explain to them that you didn’t know he would be there and that you would in fact be making good choices.

****

For the next three hours you go through the same routine. The bus comes to a stop at a club and everyone gets out, excited for the party to continue inside. The group skips the line and are escorted straight to the VIP section. It doesn’t take long for everyone to have drinks in their hands, yourself included. Soon after, Faith and the bridesmaids leave for the dance floor, dragging you along with them.

It doesn’t escape your notice how Ransom hangs out by the area that gives the best view to the dance floor. His eyes rarely leave you as you move around and sway your hips.

Eventually a slower song comes on at the club you’re currently in. It happens to be a song that you and Faith love.

🎶“You know what I'm thinkin', see it in your eyes.

You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry.

You're scared to be lonely, 'specially in the night.”🎶

You sing to each other at the top of your lungs as you sway. Faith looks over your shoulder and smiles before Scott steals her away. But before you can go, hands find their way to your hips. You’re ready to elbow whoever is grabbing you.

“It’s just me, Thimble.” Ransom’s breath tickles your ear as he pulls you into his chest.

Since he doesn’t make a move to leave you begin to dance. And if you decide to grind against him and he doesn’t complain, so what? You’re both single and you know there’s still something between you. For the first time in your life you’re going to take a chance on something. No more carefully calculated plans, just a carefree night and whatever happens, happens.

🎶“The distance and the time between us

It’ll never change my mind ’cause

Baby, I would die for you

Baby, I would die for you, yeah.” 🎶

Ransom sings just for you to hear as he moves with you. You turn your head so that you can look at him and he gives you a nod towards the exit. It’s more than a silent request to leave early but you still nod your head. Ransom smiles, like he did when he was younger. With no ulterior motive other than he’s genuinely happy, you can tell by the way his eyes crinkle. You grab his hand and let him lead you out. Through the crowd you see Faith and smile before sending a wink in her direction. Last thing you see is her jumping up and down in celebration.

The ride back to the hotel is quick and the elevator ride up to your hotel suite is even faster. But it didn’t feel like it at times. None of it mattered though once the door to your suite closed and Ransom pressed you up against it. It had been the first time in a long time that you’ve kissed someone and even longer since you’ve kissed him.

A small moan escapes you as you feel Ransom’s hands everywhere. He’s possessive with his kiss, his tongue dominating yours. It’s obvious you both have more experience now. Ransom moves from your lips to your neck. He finds that spot that makes you weak while he moves a knee between your thighs. The pressure he applies is enough to get you hot and bothered.

“Ransom, please.” You say as your hands find their way to his hair and you tug.

He lifts you and carries you over to the bed without his lips leaving your skin. That all familiar ache that settled between your legs grows. Ransom lays you down softly on the bed. He gives you a quick kiss before standing back up and getting undressed until he’s only in his black boxer briefs.

“Do you want this?” He asks as he moves to hover over you.

“Yes.”

“Good because I don’t think I’d be able to leave now.” He says before he continues to kiss your chest, pulling down the top of your dress and immediately taking a nipple into his mouth.

His hand palms and kneads your other breast before alternating his attention. You whimper and writhe beneath him as your hands explore the expanse of his much more muscular frame. The experience was new but familiar. Both of you had matured and learned new things. Yet it felt like everything was the same. You’re brought back to the moment when you feel Ransom’s hands on your hips as he pushes up the skirt of your dress up. He groans as he observes you.

“Dirty girl,” he says when he realizes you weren’t wearing any underwear. Your breath hitches when his fingers travel through your folds. “No panties and you’re fucking soaked.”

“Panty lines would have ruined the look.” You shrug.

“Well you did look good. But now I’m going to ruin you. And I’m going to start by doing what I’ve thought about doing for the longest time.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to taste you.” He says as he settles between your legs.

Ransom starts by kissing your thighs until he reaches your center and then he dives right in. His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks hard and up until this moment you never realized how much you needed Ransom to eat you out. You can’t help the need you feel to push your pussy more into his face but it only seems to spur him on. He groans as he tastes you and you pull on his hair. His tongue moves from your clit to your weeping entrance and back before he adds a finger and pushes in. Ransom’s pace is quick and suddenly he adds a second finger while he continues to flick his tongue over your clit. Your orgasm is rapidly approaching and you feel like you’re on fire.

“Don’t stop. Please.” You say breathlessly. “Gonna come.”

“I can feel it, pretty girl. Doing so good. Be a good girl and come for me.” He commands and you do as you’re told.

Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. You have your eyes closed and your head thrown back in pleasure as you chant his name over and over. When you finally get a hold of your senses you realize Ransom is hovering over you again. This time he’s just watching you. A smile graces his lips and his eyes are full of that sweet and loving gaze he always held for you. It’s almost too much and not enough at the same time.

“You look so beautiful like this.” He murmurs against your lips. With the kiss you taste yourself in his tongue and you gasp.

You do your best to push him so that he’s laying on his back but he doesn’t budge and he chuckles when you roll your eyes. Finally he moves and watches you get rid of the dress which became more of a belt with how it was only around your waist. Vulnerability hits you suddenly. He hasn’t seen you since you were 17. Your body has definitely changed since then and since having the twins. All you want to do is cover yourself up. Ransom notices the sudden change in your demeanor and moves towards the edge of the bed.

“Hey, none of that.”

“I can’t help it. It’s been a while.” You confess.

“So what. C’mere.” He pulls you to stand between his legs. He immediately starts kissing your belly and the stretch marks that remained even after all this time. “You’re so beautiful, don’t hide from me. You gave me the most beautiful gift ever with this body.”

Ransom pulls you back to bed and he settles between your legs again. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh and you move your hand between both your bodies. His breath gets caught in his throat as you palm his hard cock through his underwear before pulling him out.

“Fuck.” He mutters as he ruts into your hand.

Ransom pulls away from you and you move with him. You have the intention of returning the favor. But he pushes you gently back against the bed and then grabs his pants. You give him a confused look until you see that he’s pulling a condom out. Ransom puts it on and is hovering over you again.

You look him straight in the eyes as you line him up and he pushes in. He moans with you as he bottoms out in one quick thrust.

“Still so fucking good. Best pussy I’ve ever had.” He mutters as he starts to move.

“Ran.”

“Tell me pretty girl. What do you want?”

“Faster, please.” You say. Your nails dig into his biceps as you hold on to him.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Ransom pulls back until he’s kneeling between your legs. His hands are on your hips as he pulls you with him and his eyes never leave yours. Neither of you can break eye contact as he moves faster just like you asked. He hits your g-spot every time and the second orgasm of the night hits you quickly. You say his name over and over again until he’s kissing you.

His hands move from your hips and travel up your body until he’s holding yours over your head. You intertwine your fingers with his and the moment shifts from just getting pleasure to something more. His thrusts slow but are still hard.

“I missed you.” You say, a tear escapes you.

“I missed you too, baby.”

Neither can deny that the attraction is still there. That you still seek each other out for more than talking about the twins. Things between you were left unresolved but as you lay there underneath him you can’t ignore the emotions that bubble under the surface. The possible meaning of having sex after being apart for so long.

“Ransom. S’good.” You mutter between kisses.

“You gonna give me one more?” He looks down at you to find your beautifully blissed out face. “I can feel how tight you are. I know you can give me one more.”

One of his hands leaves yours and he shifts until he can start circling your clit. The added stimulation has your jaw slacking. You mewl and move your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Come with me. Please baby.” You whisper as he hides his face in your neck.

You shudder as Ransom thrusts faster and harder. He grunts against your skin and you know you’re both close to the edge. Your legs wrap around him as his hips stutter with a few more thrusts and you feel yourself being pulled over the edge with him. You can see stars and feel Ransom’s weight on you and nothing has felt better than this in a long time. After a minute of catching his breath Ransom reluctantly pulls out of you softly and lays down beside you.

“That was amazing.” You murmur.

“You’re welcome.”

“Shut up.” You lightly slap his chest as you chuckle.

You feel the bed shift and look to the side to see Ransom get up and go to the bathroom. When he comes back he has a damp hand towel in hand.

“I’m gonna clean you up thimble.”

You hiss at the over sensitivity as he cleans up the mess between your thighs but you thank him anyway. Then he pulls back the covers and lets you get comfortable before sliding in next you and pulling you into his chest. You both stayed awake, the conversation was minimal but Ransom keeps you close. Soon enough he’s kissing you again and you find yourselves wrapped up in each other. Over and over again.

It’s mid morning when you finally stir. There’s a hushed conversation happening as you stretch out in bed and an obvious empty spot next to you. However Ransom saunters in wearing nothing but a bathrobe.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He says as he leans down and gives you a quick kiss on the lips. “Come on, get up. I ordered us some breakfast.”

You stretch again and this time the covers slide down and reveal your chest to him. He does nothing to hide his ogling.

“Maybe we can stay in bed for a few extra minutes.” He says as he moves to lay back down.

You laugh as you cover yourself up again by wrapping the sheets around you.

“Fine,” Ransom pouts. “But hurry up because the water is getting cold.”

“The water?”

Ransom smirks as he leads you to the huge ensuite bathroom where he had prepared a bath for you. There were rose petals floating on the water and the scent of rose and bergamot permeated in the air. The breakfast that Ransom had ordered was set up for easy reach from the bathtub and it was all bite size versions of your favorite foods.

Ransom gets in first and you drop your sheet and he holds a hand out to help you in. Once you’re settled and relaxed Ransom hands you a cup of coffee and he takes his own. You talk about the wedding and work. By the time the water was cold, breakfast was gone and you had to go finish the last few details on Faith’s dress.

“Are you free tonight?” Ransom asks as he stands at the door.

“I should be.”

“Good, I’ll pick you up at five-thirty.” He says before giving you a kiss and leaving before you can protest.

****

“You got dicked down.” Faith states as she walks in on you finishing up the last adjustment her dress needed.

You look over your shoulder and roll your eyes.

“I saw him walking out of your suite and toward the elevator. I knew you’d get back together.”

“Woah,” you raise a hand to stop her. “We had sex… multiple times. But we didn’t talk about getting back together.”

“What are you talking about? It’s inevitable. Your kids are back in your lives, you’re both single and successful. Nothing is getting in the way of you being together. If you don’t end up together right away, you will eventually.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.” Faith nods as she looks over the dress one more time. “I’m the bride, I'm never wrong.”

“Why are you here? Didn’t you say you had a whole spa day planned?”

“I booked some things for you too.”

“But I’m adding-“

“The dress is already perfect. The only way it can be more perfect is by me wearing it, which I will, tomorrow. Now let’s go relax.” She pulls your hand as you put away the last of your sewing kit.

“Fine, let’s go.”

“Wow.” Ransom mutters as you open the door. “Stunning.”

You were wearing a simple navy sundress with small white flowers on it and sandals. Your hair was up and away from your face and you kept your makeup simple. Ransom wore a simple short sleeve button up shirt and dark jeans. He pulled you by the waist and kissed you.

“Ready to go?”

“Mhm.” You hummed wide eyed and slightly breathless. The things this man could do to you and you’d happily let him.

****

Ransom had led you to the docks where there was a wooden runabout boat waiting for you. He got in first and offered you his hand so that you could get in before you were whisked away.

You were kept on your toes and pleasantly surprised when the boat was docked at a private beach. Ransom led you further away from the dock and toward a picnic on the beach. It was just in time to watch the sunset.

“This is amazing.”

“Anything for you, thimble.” Ransom kissed your cheek once you settled next to him.

“I didn’t realize you were such a romantic.”

“What, was me climbing up to your dorm room to deliver the foods you were craving during your pregnancy not romantic enough?”

You smile at the memory of that. He did get in trouble more than once for sneaking out of the school grounds in the middle of the night but he never let you down. Those were some of your favorite memories. He would sneak into your room and sit with you and talked to the twins while you ate.

“It was very romantic, you’re right.”

“I know.” He smirked as he handed you a flute of champagne. “I know you don’t really drink but I thought we should celebrate.”

“And what are we celebrating?”

You look at him over the flute of champagne as you take a sip. His ocean blue eyes don’t leave your face for even a moment as he thinks over what he’s going to say. Ransom drinks his champagne in one go.

“Reuniting, meeting the twins, getting a chance to know them.” He starts rambling before he looks down at you. “This.” He says as his lips slot over your perfectly.

The champagne glasses are long forgotten on the picnic blanket as you move to straddle him. Ransom’s hands are lost under the skirt of your dress and you don’t waste any time in unbuttoning his shirt and then undoing his belt. He groans against your lips as you pull him out of his pants and begin to slowly move your hand up and down his hardened length.

“You’re so fucking wet baby.” He mutters as he runs his fingers through your folds.

“I want you.”

“Then take what you want.” Ransom says as he holds your panties to the side.

You line yourself up with his cock and sink down. He’s big so you have to go slow. Once he’s buried to the hilt you stay like that for a moment. Ransom kisses and nips all along your neck before pulling down your dress and taking a nipple into his mouth. As his tongue plays with your pebbled peak you begin to move. A slow roll of your hips here and there until Ransom can’t take it anymore. His hand comes down on your ass.

“Stop fucking teasing, and I know you liked me smacking your ass. I can feel the way this pretty pussy is gripping me.” He says with a growl. “Now move.”

You do as he says and you begin to bounce on his cock. Ransom brings his hands to your hips and he helps you move until he flips you so that he can hover over you. His hips move faster and harder against you. His and your moans mix with the waves lapping up against the shore and the breeze moving the tree branches. Your legs wrap around his waist as you try to pull him closer to you. That fire in your belly that only Ransom seems to ignite is spreading like wildfire and you know you’re close.

“Fuck, right there.” you moan as he hits your g-spot. “Don’t stop.”

“Feel so fucking good.” He grunts into your ear. “Come for me baby. I want to feel you come around my cock.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he begins to circle your clit. With a plea of his name you come undone.

“That’s my fucking girl.” He says as he comes inside you. His lust blown eyes never leaving yours.

The two of you stay there and catch your breath. You can’t help but laugh a bit.

“What’s so funny?” He asks as he pulls back to look down at you. You reach up and fix the few pieces of his hair that have fallen into his face.

“No matter how long it’s been, we still act like horny teenagers. At the first chance of us being alone we start fucking.”

He chuckles before capturing your lips with his.

“I can’t help it that you’re irresistible.”

“Mmhmm.” You say as he slowly pulls out and fixes your dress before tucking himself back in. “This is the best picnic I’ve ever been to.”

“I should hope so.”

The morning of the wedding was going to be chaotic. You could feel it as you practically kicked Ransom out of your suite. After taking a quick shower and getting your hair and makeup done you rush to Faith’s room with all the dresses in hand.

Just as you expected everyone was running around like crazy. You got there just in time to help one of the bridesmaids not rip her dress and then sat in the corner to fix the issue. At some point Faith had had enough of the bickering and chatting and demanded that everyone leave the room except for you. And the photographer of course.

With some music on and some champagne for the bride you helped her into her dress. In the mirror you stood just beside her. She grabbed your hand and looked at you through the mirror, a scene that the photographer captured. It was a sweet moment between friends. She looked beautiful.

“This could be you.” She says after a moment. As she gently smoothed her dress out.

“Oh really? Is our wedding still on then? I have something else I can wear if I’m replacing Scott.”

You laugh but Faith just raises an eyebrow.

“I’m being serious. This could be you and Ran. You were made for each other.”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Just his dick?” Faith quips.

You roll your eyes but step away to check your makeup one more time.

“All I’m saying is give yourself a chance, ok? You’re reunited and both of you are single. I mean you spent the last two nights fucking.”

“Ok, can we just stop this conversation right now. It’s your wedding day. All attention should be on you.”

“I’m the bride and I decide what I want to talk about. But you’re right I’m going to be walking down the aisle any second now.”

“Ms. Carter I think we should do some shots of you with your family seeing you for the first time.” The photographer speaks up from the corner of the room.

“I’ll leave you to it and I’ll see you down there.”

****

You had made it down to the lobby of the hotel where the rest of the guests were milling about until the ceremony started. There were at least three hundred guests in attendance. A small wedding, in these social circles. Every once in a while someone would stop to talk to you about wanting you to design something for them or asking how you’ve been. You gave quick answers because you desperately wanted to find Ransom.

As you move closer to the entrance where the ceremony is going to be held you spot him. His hair is styled back and he looks so handsome in his tailored tuxedo. The smile on your face falls when a beautiful tall brunette leans in and kisses him. The issue wasn’t that she kissed him but that he kissed her back.

It was as if the wind had been knocked out of you. You turned on your heel and walked to the nearest bathroom. Taking a few deep breaths you tried not to cry. The last few days had been wonderful but just the thought that he had used you to cheat on who you assumed was his girlfriend made you sick to your stomach. Your phone went off and you grabbed it from your clutch to see a message that you were needed by the mother of the bride. You took some tissue and dabbed the corners of your eyes in order to not cry and ruin your makeup and headed back upstairs.

****

The ceremony went off without a hitch. The only issue you had personally was your seat. The chairs had been arranged in a semicircle and unfortunately for you, Ransom and his girlfriend were right in your line of sight on the groom’s side. You had noticed that he kept scanning the seats, probably trying to find you but you do your best to stay hidden from him.

Thunderous applause snaps you out of your thoughts as the husband and wife kiss for the first time. Everyone stands as Faith and Scott start walking down the aisle. Faith’s eyes find you immediately and she gives you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. Tears sting your eyes as she starts walking back hand in hand with Scott and then you’re met with ocean blue eyes.

You square your shoulders and your eyes move from him to his date and back. His jaw tightens and you watch as he shakes her off of him. It doesn’t matter though, you turn your attention to getting out of there and up to the bridal suite to help Faith change into her reception dress.

Fortunately you were seated at the family table so you were next to Faith’s parents. Her mother kept you distracted enough to not look around the room in search of Ransom. It wasn’t until Faith and Scott made their grand entrance and had their first dance as husband and wife that you made eye contact again. He was sitting at a table on the opposite side of the dance floor. His date sat next to him dreamily watching the couple dance.

For the next few hours you had to make sure you stayed at a safe distance. You didn’t need to hear his shitty excuse. This wasn’t the time or place for it. He tried to get closer though, on multiple occasions but you made sure to walk away before he could reach you. At some point Scott whisks you away to the dance floor.

“He’s an idiot.” Scott says.

“Who?”

“Ransom. If it makes you feel better he really did break up with her before the wedding. She just showed up today.”

“It really doesn’t but thanks I guess.” You murmur.

“You know when we were in college he was always at parties, getting drunk and doing everything a guy does at a frat house.”

“That’s thrilling. Why are you telling me this?”

“Just making small talk.” He gives you a little smile when he sees you glaring up at him. “One night though got very drunk. It was in May at the end of the semester. He got completely wasted, that’s when he confided in me that he had left the love of his life behind. He felt horrible about it.”

You tensed because the only important date toward the end of May was the twins’ birthday.

“Every year like clockwork he would do the same thing so eventually I started looking out for him. It didn’t click until the yacht that it was you. I should have known because when I brought Fai to meet him they already knew each other. But I’ve never seen Ransom smile like that in my life. I know there must be something else going on and I don’t need to know it but just talk to him. The girl that’s here, she’s nice and all but it’s obvious she’s not you.”

“Are you really being a wingman for him right now?” You ask as you look around the room. Those piercing blue eyes seem to be everywhere you look.

“No, I’m being one for you. I’ve never seen you smile like you have this weekend either. I can’t imagine what happened between you two in high school but isn’t getting past that worth being happy again?”

“That’s the thing Scott, you don’t know what happened.” You say as the song ends and you leave him standing in the middle of the dancefloor.

You try to walk out as fast as you can. All of the day’s emotions were starting to suffocate you and you needed a moment away from it all. The hotel has a lovely garden that overlooks the ocean. With the reception going on it happens to be empty so you take a seat at a bench facing the beach. After a few minutes of silence and you thinking things through you hear rustling behind you and you dread to look over your shoulder only to find Ransom.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day. What is your problem?”

“My problem?” You look at him incredulously. “After the last few days we spent together you show up with another woman on your arm. How am I supposed to feel?”

“She means nothing to me. Is that what this is about? Are you jealous?” He smirks.

“I’m not jealous.” You snap. “I feel used and lied too. Did you really break up with her before the wedding or did you lie about that just so that you could get into someone’s pants?”

Ransom rolls his eyes which only serves to piss you off more. His flippant attitude is not helping the situation and only adding on to your thoughts that he was only using you to have a good time this weekend. If it were true that would be just as devastating as when he walked away without reason.

“I was going to ask you to let me stay in your room when she got here, I just didn’t get a chance to talk to you before the wedding.”

“Didn’t seem like you were trying to get away from her when you shoved your tongue down her throat. Did you think about how I’d feel at all by seeing you with her like that? The answer’s probably not.”

Ok so maybe you were a bit jealous. But in all honesty even if you hadn’t spent most of your time in bed with Ransom for the last few days you would have still been jealous.

You could see the mask that Ransom had methodically crafted to protect himself after years of abuse and fights, slip into place. He’d never just shut down like that on you and whatever was going to happen next wasn’t going to be good. The muscle in his jaw ticked and his hands were balled into fists at his side.

“We aren’t kids anymore, we don't need to be in a relationship to sleep together. What did you think was going to happen? That we’d ride into the sunset together? Don’t be so fucking naive. It was just sex, it didn’t mean anything.”

Every word cut deeper but you didn’t allow yourself to cry. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction to see your tears.

“I thought you’d have a bit of respect for the mother of your children.”

“What children? The ones you gave away?” He sneers.

It would have hurt less if he would have slapped you across the face. You stared at him with wide eyes, hurt and disbelief written all over your face. Neither of you say anything and you will yourself to turn around and walk away from him. You send Wanda a text and ask her to have the plane ready to leave tonight, you also miss the way Ransom’s shoulders deflate as he watches you walk away.

****

You had packed up everything quickly and had it taken to the plane while you checked out. The wedding was still going on but you texted Hope and let her know you left. Although you were sure no one would miss you. In the lobby of the hotel you check out and head to the restroom before you head to the plane.

As you give yourself a once over in the mirror one of the stall doors open and you come face to face with someone else you didn’t want to see. She gets closer to the sinks and looks up making eye contact with you through the mirror.

“You’re Y/N Y/L/N.” She states excitedly and then groans. “I’m sorry it’s just I’m such a huge fan. I’m Bertie Wilcox.”

“Bertie?”

“It’s short for Alberta. I used to hate it as a kid.” She smiles. “It was actually my boyfriend who gave me the nickname. I’m not sure if I should even call him that. I don’t know where we stand right now.” She rambles as she washes her hands and you turn to look at her. “I guess we’re in a bit of a rough patch. But I hope things work out.”

You give a small hum to acknowledge that you’ve been listening.

“I’m so sorry I don’t tend to ramble about my personal life with someone I just met. This is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“The wedding dress was so lovely. I didn’t know you had a wedding line.”

She’s being nice which means she most likely doesn’t know about you and Ransom. It also makes it difficult for you to hate her. What’s happened between you and Ransom really isn’t her fault and she is the one in a relationship with him. You have no right to have any hateful feelings towards her but you still can’t help it. If she hadn’t shown up then tonight would have gone completely different.

“I don’t.”

“Oh. What a shame. You’d definitely take over that industry.” She smiles at you and you give her a half hearted smile back.

“I should go. I have a plane to catch.”

“It was nice meeting you.” She says as she watches you walk away.

She waits a minute before she heads back to the reception. Bertie finds Ransom at the bar and takes the seat beside him. He doesn’t look at her or acknowledges her presence and Bertie can only sigh. For the rest of the night he’s more distant than before. When they do make it upstairs to the suite Ransom had, she takes the bed and he takes the couch.

By the time you get back to New York your eyes sting from having spent most of the time on the flight crying. How did such a good weekend go bad so quickly?

It was still fairly early in the day and the only thing that made you smile was the pictures of Theodore and Abigail for their first day of school. You made sure to have one of them printed so that you could keep it on your desk at work. With a quick text a promise to do something that weekend and wish them a great first day.

Wanda meets you at your apartment and immediately hugs you. You weren’t sure if it’s what you needed because you started crying again. Fortunately Wanda didn’t ask any questions and you only said that you and Ransom had a disagreement but she knew it was more than that.

“I cleared the next two days for you.” She says as she helps you unpack.

“That’s not necessary. I’d much rather work.”

“Then work on new designs but you won’t be meeting any new clients this week.” Wanda crosses her arms over her chest.

You open your mouth to say something but then decide against it. Wanda takes it as a win and gives you one more hug before inviting you over to her place to a dinner party she’s hosting at the end of the week.

After she leaves you take a quick shower and decide to take a nap. At this point you’d been awake for way too long. As you settle into bed your phone rings. You see Abigail’s smiling face and you quickly answer it. She immediately goes into details about her first day and how different schools are in New York than they are in the smaller town in Ohio she grew up in. Theodore adds his own commentary as his face pops into frame. You smile and ask a few questions here and there. After a few minutes they let you go and the need to sleep is stronger. Maybe if you take a nap everything will be better by the time you wake up.

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moonlight404-translates · 11 months ago

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A3! Mikage Hisoka | R - A Good Eye For Shopping | Translation

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Disclaimer: Neither English nor Japanese is my native language, but I did my best with the translation. If you find any mistakes, feel free to mention it!

A Reward For The Errands / 1

Guy: Mikage, could I ask you to do me a favor? Hisoka: I almost finished cleaning over here, so sure. What is it? Guy: We don’t have some ingredients to prepare the food on the menu. Guy: If it’s not too much trouble, could you buy more in the supermarket? Hisoka: Okay. Guy: Thank you, I’m counting on you. This memo has everything that is needed. Hisoka: (Carrot, onion, green onion, cheese, and…) Hisoka: Marshmallows… Guy: That’s for doing the shopping for me. You can choose the one you want, Mikage. Hisoka: (Guy’s so kind…) Hisoka: Then, I’ll get going.

Hisoka: (Huh? Over there are…) Taichi: Hisoka-san! What a coincidence to meet you here! Omi: It’s not usual to meet Hisoka-san at the supermarket. Hisoka: Guy asked to buy some things. Taichi: So that’s why! We came to buy ingredients to make dinner. Omi: If it’s alright for Hisoka-san, how about looking around for them together? Hisoka: Mhm, let’s do it. Omi: What do you need to buy, Hisoka-san? Hisoka: Carrot, onion, green onion, cheese, and… marshmallows too. Taichi: You’re buying marshmallows too! Hisoka: It’s in Guy’s memo. He said it was for doing the shopping. Omi: That sounds great. Taichi: Guy-san is SO kind! Omi: Then, let’s go to the vegetables first. Hisoka: Okay. Taichi: Roger!

Hisoka: (This carrot should be fine…) Omi: Ah, when you’re going to choose a carrot, you should look at the cut-off mark on the steam. Omi: The fresh ones aren’t darkened at the cut end. Hisoka: Then, that means this carrot here is better? Omi: Yes, its flavor should be good too. Taichi: Really?! I had no idea! Hisoka: Me neither… Omi’s amazing. Omi: Haha. You get to know things like that when you cook often. Hisoka: So, do you know how to choose a delicious green onion? Omi: For green onions, how firm is the white part and the weight while holding it are the keys… Taichi: What do you think of this green onion, Omi-kun? Omi: Aah, that seems like a fresh one. Taichi: Cool! Here, Hisoka-san. Take it! Hisoka: Thanks.

A Reward For The Errands / 2

Taichi: Okay, the next thing on Hisoka-san’s list is marshmallows! Taichi: By the way… do you know how to choose tasty marshmallows, Omi-kun? Omi: Uhm, that’s something I don’t know… Taichi: Ahaha, yeah, that’s kinda hard to tell! Hisoka: I know how. Taichi: Eh?! R-Really?! Hisoka: Mhm. If you want to choose tasty marshmallows, first…

Hisoka: …And that’s why these are tasty marshmallows. Taichi: I see…! The world of marshmallows is really deep! Omi: Thanks for teaching it to us, Hisoka-san. Omi: This was a little difficult for me, but I will use this as a reference for the next time I have to buy marshmallows. Hisoka: I could get good vegetables thanks to you two. Thank you for helping me.

Hisoka: I bought what you asked. Guy: Thank you. I appreciate it a lot. You came back earlier than I thought. Hisoka: I met Omi and Taichi at the supermarket. They gave me a hand with the shopping. Guy: I understand now. I have to thank them when I get back. Guy: Also… I forgot to say this earlier, but welcome back, Mikage. Hisoka: …Eh? Hisoka: (...I feel like something similar happened before.) Hisoka: (It happened after some time in Japan when August asked me to buy ingredients for the dinner…)

December: I bought what you asked. August: Ah. I’m glad you could do the shopping alone. December: But you were who asked me to do it… August: I know. Thank you, you really helped me. August: I will show you my gratitude by making a delicious dinner with this. I hope you’re excited about it. December: (But August’s food always gets a little burned. I don’t dislike it, though…) December: … August: Hm? What’s wrong? December: You look happy for some reason… August: Yes, I’m happy because you came back safely. August: Welcome back, December. December: …I’m back.

Hisoka: (At the end, August’s dinner for that day got burned…) Guy: What’s wrong, Mikage? Is something bothering you? Hisoka: …It’s nothing. Hisoka: I’m back, Guy.

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Sean being angry and scares the reader

Angst sadness fluff

Oops, I carried a bit away 😂

Afraid…

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Swearing, Angst, Guns, Violence and fluff

Y/n pov

Sean was out, making a stupid video with Nina. I like her but she is starting to get a bit too close to Sean in my opinion, I’m not a jealous person but when you’re partner rather goes out with someone else then you it’s heartbreaking. I wanted to go out with him, just go to the market, eat some lunch, just something cute but Nina called him if he was free today to film a extreme video for his channel and he said of course yes. So I asked my gay friend Josh if he wanted to go with me, of course he wants to go because he needs some clothes for his upcoming date.

“When is your date?” I asked as we both were looking at some clothes. “Saturday night.” I nodded and grabbed a shirt. “Girl put that back, it’s not your colour.” I giggled as he snatched it out of my hands. “Josh, I was looking at it.” “You can look at it when it’s hanging on the racks, I’m saving you.” I shook my head and looked further. “How are you and Sean by the way, everything still good?” I sighed and give me a look. “Oh girl, tell me what’s wrong.” He grabbed a shirt for me and gave it to me. “He’s out with Nina again, while I asked him if he wanted to go shopping with me today but he choose her, because it’s more important for him to boost his channel for the upcoming fight then spending some quality time with me.” I grabbed a pair of jeans and walked behind Josh to the changing room. “So I’m second choice?” I slapped playfully his arm. “Come on Josh you know that’s not true.” He smiles and opens the curtain for me. I walked in and I closed it again, Josh was standing on the other side, waiting for me. “I thought that Nina girl was cool?” I was undressing myself. “Yeah she is but…I don’t know.” I grabbed the new clothes and put them on. “Y/n she’s literally stealing your guy and he doesn’t even care too.” I sighed and looked in the mirror. ‘It’s looks cute.’ I opened the curtain and Josh looked at me. “Those jeans make your butt popping.” I giggled softly. “You look cute.” “Thank you.” I closed the curtain and got changed again. “You should talk to him, it’s crazy that you feel like this, he should be glad that a woman is with him, I’m sorry but he’s crazy y/n.” ‘I know..Josh but I can’t help it, I’m crazy just like him.’ “Yeah I will talk to him.”

Josh and I posted a cute picture of us having lunch on our story after that he dropped me off and I cleaned up our house, made some dinner and placed the food from him in the fridge. I walked upstairs and did the laundry as I was done with that, I cleaned up our bedroom and took a shower the finish the day.

I was sitting downstairs on the sofa watching my favourite tv show as I heard Sean coming back home. ‘Please be alone, please don’t bring her with you.’ The door opens and closes, I heard his heavy boots stumping in the hallway, coming closer to the darkish living room, only the tv provided some light. Sean appeared and he looked around, looking if someone was here. “Hi, how was it today?” I asked in a normal way. He walked past me, ignoring my question. “Did he fuck you?” He was standing in the kitchen behind me, I turned around to look at him. “Who?” He slammed his hands on the counter, his face was full with anger. “Don’t play dumb with me now.” I was in shock, surprised but mostly confused. “Sean I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shook his head. “Your really that stupid huh, the guy your with today. Did he fucked you good, are you so fucking jealous that you fucking others huh.” ‘Josh? Iew no.’ “Josh? Oh my god Sean. Of course not.” I let out a nervous laugh but he totally lost his mind, he walks away to the basement, to his man cave. “Sean what are you doing.” I started to feel unsafe and scared. ‘His guns are there…’ he didn’t reply. “Sean can we just talk?” I heard a few clicking noises and I panicked ‘leave!’ run upstairs to our room, I closed our door and locked it. My heart was beating very fast. “Babe lets talk!” He yells. ‘No fucking way.’

I moved away from the door as I heard him coming up the stairs. “Let’s fucking talk.” I stood in the corner, holding my breath. “You think I’m stupid! I saw the picture y/n, Nina showed it to me.” He pounded on our door. “Open the fucking door!” My hands were trembling and my heart was in my throat. ‘He’s going to hurt me…to kill me.’ “Fucking bitch!” I heard him kick the door and I held my hands in front of my mouth, trying to be quiet. He kicked again but the door stayed close, then it became quiet on the other side. I was concentrating on the sounds and noises. ‘He’s still there.’ “Baby, open the door please.” He wasn’t yelling anymore, his voice was calmer. “Let’s talk, I’m not angry at you…I know you’re jealous of Nina but it’s okay darling.” I shook my head. “No, leave me alone Sean.” I was scared, shitting myself as I heard him mumbling. “Baby, just open the door.” “No! Go away!” He kicked the door again. “Fucking bitch!” I walked over to his nightstand and searched for his handgun. “I’m trying here! You are unbelievable, fucking whore!” I grabbed his gun and loaded it, pointing at the door as he was kicking it down.

The door cracked open and Sean walks in. “Stay there!” He immediately stops, holding his empty hands up. “Okay okay.” I was pointing the gun at him, trying to stay calm. “I won’t come closer, just put the gun down baby.” I shook my head. “No.” “Baby please, put the gun down. I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was calm and he looked concerned. “I’m not a whore! I didn’t cheat on you! I’m not stupid!” I started to feel angry but Mostly hurt by him. “You don’t love me anymore, you’re the one who’s pushing me away! I didn’t cheat on you Sean, he’s a friend, he’s gay Sean!” He slowly nods, still holding his hands up. “I don’t know you anymore….you scare me.” My voice cracked at the end and tears finally fell, my eyesight started to get blurry and panic started to rise again as he slowly walks over. “Stay away from me.” My hands where trembling and he held his hand up in clear site. “I’m not going to hurt you, just give me the gun.” I shook my head, stepping away from him. “No.” He slowly reached out to the gun. “Baby, just give me the gun. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He grabbed carefully the gun, he grabbed my hands and slowly took the gun from me. “Good girl.” He unloaded the gun and threw the gun to the other side of the room.

Sean pov

She was shaking and crying, she’s terrified of me. I carefully reached out but she whined and flinched away from my touch. My heart broke in millions pieces. ‘It’s over…I screwed it.’ “Baby…” she wrapped her arms around herself, shaking her head. “Don’t touch me.” I felt a lot of emotions going through my mind. “I didn’t mean to scare you…I’m sorry.” I felt the urge to cry, seeing her like this. “Please leave…” her voice cracked and she looked so small, so broken. “Okay, I will leave you alone…j-just don’t leave me…” tears fell down on my face and I harshly wiped them away. “I need some time…y-you did this Sean, not me. I cleaned the h-house, made you dinner….while you where o-out with her…again.” She was breathing rapidly, she was trying to calm down and get some air but It looked like she was choking. “You a-always choose her Sean, we h-had plans today….you ditched me again f-for her.” She wiped her tears away with the back of her trembling hands. “I know baby, I’m sorry…I got jealous, I would never hurt you….it was a misunderstanding baby, I was putting my gun away. I always a gun on me when I’m out, you know that.” I took a step back, giving her more room. “I would never…never hurt you.” My voice broke a bit and a whiny sob came out. “I love you…you’re my girl darling.” I turned around and cried, hiding my face from her, feeling worthless and a embarrassed. “I leave you alone, just don’t leave yet…y-you can’t leave like this baby.” I walked out of our room and went to the bathroom and sat on the ground, crying.

Y/n POV

I sat down as he left and hugged myself, trying to calm down my breathing. I was looking at the gun on the other side of the room. ‘I hate that thing…I hate them all.’ I heard Sean crying and I tried to block him out. ‘He never cries…’ I shook my head and started to hum a song. ‘Don’t give in…not yet. He’s crazy y/n, don’t fall for it.’ I was rocking back and forth, trying to stay here and not getting up and comforting him. I took a few deep breath’s and got up, I quietly walked downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing a glass with water. ‘He’s crazy…he got jealous but he never apologised for ditching me…for her.’ A few tears fell silently my eyes fell on his phone, that was laying on the counter. ‘Don’t look, it probably will break your heart.’ I refilled my glass and gulped it down. His phone starts to buzz, Nina is calling him. I got angry and grabbed his phone and went upstairs, Sean was sitting on the ground as I stormed in. “Do you love me?” He looked confused. “Yes I love you, y/n what a…” “then pick up the phone and tell her to fuck off.” I held his phone in front of him, Nina was still trying to call him. “Baby…I..” I sarcastically laughed. “You know what, here you can have her. I’m leaving.” I threw his phone at his chest and walked to our bedroom.

“Baby please don’t do this….I love you.” Sean followed me as I was packing my stuff. “No you don’t love me because if you loved me you wouldn’t kick down our bedroom door, scream at me and throwing some hateful insults at me. You hurt me Sean, you scared me…I thought you were going to kill me.” I threw some clothes in my bag as he stood there watching me. “Is this for real?” “Yes Sean, you can choose. Her or me.” He looked at his phone and nodded. “You sure?” “Of course I’m sure Sean, I’m be an idiot but I am not a whore, I didn’t cheat on you…” ‘that one hurts me the most…he doesn’t even know my friends because he never has time for me anymore..’ he picked up the phone as he was looking at me. “Hey…I want you to stop calling me….it’s not professional anymore…..no it’s not because of my girlfriend…” I was furious but Sean shook his head at me, trying to calm me down. “No it’s not her Nina, it’s you….I’m not single and it’s getting weird between us now…yeah of course.” He held his phone out to me. “She wants to speak to you.” He whispers, I was confused but I took the phone from him.

“Hi Nina it’s me y/n.” I talked in a fake sweet voice while I was shooting daggers at Sean. “Hi girl, I’m shocked what Sean is just telling me, we have a few videos coming up together and I want to check in with you why he’s acting so weird.” Sean didn’t know what she was saying so he nodded at me, I waved him off. “I don’t know what’s he told you but maybe you should call someone else for those videos.” I heard her laugh. “So it is you…listen y/n he’s a star, you can’t hold him back.” I sighed softly, tired of this shit “Listen here Nina, I’m holding nobody back but myself, you want him then come and get him. I’m not fighting you for him.” Sean’s mouth fell open and tried to snatch the phone. “Get that thing here.” He scoffed at me and squeezed my hand and grabbed the phone. “Nina please just fuck off will ya. She’s not the fighter in this house but I am, so I will fight for her as long she keeps things running here back at home…so please stop bothering me.” With that he hang up. “You happy? Because this is going to be on the news very soon.” I started to smile and carefully hugged him, he wrapped his arm around me, gently kissing my head. “You’re not leaving anymore?” I shook my head. “No…we are perfect for each other. Both mentally ill.” He starts to laugh. “Yes we are baby, we are fucking nuts.” I giggled as he showered me with small kisses and apologises. “But you sure he’s gay?” I slapped his arm. “Of course, he has a date Saturday night..” I moved a bit away, to look at him. “okay okay I’m checking.” He surrendered with his hands up.“Don’t be an ass, mr I ditched my girl for a stupid video.” He pouted at me. “I’m sorry…I am an idiot and a loser for doing that but now I ditched her for you so please accept my apology.” I faked I was thinking and he gave me a look. “Okay I forgive you but next time I’m gone.” “I know, there will never be a next time.” He kissed my head and pulled me close again. “Good, because I will shoot you.” “I know darling, I was shitting myself when you pointed that thing at me.” I giggled softly. ‘We both belong in a psychiatric ward.’

#sean strickland x reader #sean x reader #ufc x reader #ufc imagine #ufc imagines #mma imagine #mma x reader #x you angst #angst with a happy ending #angst #fluff imagine #sad imagines #crush imagines #imagines #imagine #y/n imagines #x you #x y/n #y/n x character

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writing-neverheardofher · 2 years ago

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The corner of a gala is the best place to make friends pt2

https://at.tumblr.com/writing-neverheardofher/the-corner-of-a-gala-is-the-best-place-to-make-a/1uaqnlyxuhx3

^Part one

This time your bff in the whole wide world dragged you out to a semi dinner semi dance type thing? You didn’t understand why someone would want to eat a bunch of food then dance around while in tight cloths. But whatever, rich people do rich people things, and you go free food out of it.

Or that’s what you thought it was going to be like, o god no, you were so wrong. You ended up next to James at a table slightly larger than normal and were stuck in the most dreadful conversations you knew nothing about.

High Fashion, James Tech Market, the fancy food being so so good (ignoring the fact that most of the food served was bite sized.) so yeah, overall. Bad food and worse conversation.

The only highlight was whoever was keeping the drinks topped-off was really good; you never went without a half full glass of incredible wine. Well, that and the seat you were in gave you a good view of your newest and youngest friend. Damion Wayne, who in turn was also sneaking glances at you and would also role his eyes at whatever he was being forced to suffer through.

This went on for about two hours, until the live music finally started to play more lively songs and most people got up to, not dance, stand and talk and the large dance floor. James was one of those people.

He turned and gave you a thanks and thumbs up. You told yourself you’d make him buy an extra pizza that night, you smiled behind you wine glass. You could smell the deep-dish pizza from here. Entering that small diner, Jet himself giving a toothy grin and already giving you the pastry he knew you always got.

You were busy in your head, imagining your food that you didn’t notice the seat beside you, where James was sitting pulled out and filled.

“You look rather happy Ms. L/N” Damion was there now. Staring at you expectantly.

You slightly startled out of your pizza dreams, “Sorry Damion, was thinking about food. Or well,” you looked down at your plate, “real food. I don’t know what this stuff was.”

Damion nodded, face impassive, “Alfred makes better food.”

“Who’s Alfred? If I may ask?”

“My other friend.” He stated mater-of-factly.

“That’s good, James would agree with me, the food here was bad.” You took a sip of wine while your eyes tried to find him. He was standing in a larger group now. More women around him, some trying way too hard to look interested in what he was talking about. Probably coding, the nerd.

“Is James the man you came here with?” Damion also turned to look unto the dance floor.

You sighed, “yeah, don’t think too much of it,” you whispered, “you’re my best friend.”

Damion turned to you, stars gracing his eyes, “best friend?”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you, “yeah, you seem like a pretty cool little man, we can be best friends. Cause a best friend wouldn’t desert me at a boring gala in the first place.” You smiled as you spoke, you held no real heat behind your words. You knew if James could trust and ask anyone else to come to these things he would.

“Is James only your friend?” Damion quickly moved onto a new subject, giving you slight whiplash, “I was under the impression that you both were infatuated.”

Your brain blue screened.

You blinked twice trying to shake that thought from your head.

You took a rather large gulp of wine, which you regrated almost imminently, giving yourself a small coughing fit.

“Are you alright Ms. L/N?” Damion leaned closer.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You coughed up what left like a lung before you were able to catch your breath, “just didn’t expect that last comment.”

“Me asking you if you were alright?”

“No, no, the me and James. Didn’t expect that comment from you.” You laughed more to yourself than anything else, “I mean, I know that’s the reason I come, is to make it seem like he’s taken and all but no. Me and James aren’t anything with each other, not like that at least.”

All Damion did was hum.

“Do you have anyone you like, or as you say, infatuated with?” You asked while leaning forward on the table. You expected to get maybe a blush or at least a pause before Damion’s answer but no.

“I am not infatuated with anyone at my school or in my personal life, much to trivial thing. Neither is my father; however, I think his reason is more he can’t find anyone who likes him back and can handle us children at the same moments.”

You blue screened again.

Bruce Wayne having a hard time at finding love?

Made sense, the man use to be a playboy after all right? Good long-lasting relationships usually relied on trust, and playboys weren’t that trustful so, yeah. Your past is going to come back and bite you in the ass for that one.

But still, Bruce Wayne? Bruce mother f’ing Wayne.

“Would you like to meet my father?” Damion spoke, pulling you out of your throughs for the second time that night.

“Meet your father?” You echoed back to him.

“Well, yes,” he looked down at his hands, trying to find a way to rationalize what he was saying, “don’t friends usually meet the other parents?”

“Boyfriends and girlfriends do yes, but we’re just regular friends. So, we don’t have to do that.” You smiled down at Damion, gosh, he really didn’t have many friends get out with.

The night went on longer after that, you and Damion talked about whatever came into the youngers head, you could tell he was trying to lead the conversation, so you let him. Even if some parts did feel dry and were roundabouts. And sometimes you both would just sit in silence, enjoying the others presence and classical music the band was playing.

You didn’t even think about counting the tiles, or the time, or taking a guess at which women would try to get James to take her home. Only to then be awkwardly inserted into the conversation because, ‘sorry, I brought someone with me, and I intend to leave with them as well.’

It was calm, and nice. Soon though James did come over breaking the peaceful quite your table fell into, “Hey Y/N it’s 2am, so I’m ready whenever you are.”

You opened your eyes from where you fell into a light sleep, “What?”

“Umm,” James looked at you with a soft smile, “2am, you know your curfew for me? And Jet has our pizza’s ready so all we have to do is go over and pick them up.”

Damian looked up to James from his chair, sliding it out to stand, “Mis. L/N, who is this?”

“Damian this is James, the one who drags me to these events.” You turned to James, “James this is my newest best friend.” You almost laughed out the last part. Watching James face morph from confusion to humor.

“It’s nice to meet you Damian,” James held out his hand for the younger.

Damian stared out his held-out hand, after a moment he took it in a very harsh looking grip, “the pleasure is yours, I’m sure.”

You hid your face behind your hand, trying to muffle your laugh and smile. James opening chuckled, “I’m sure it is, now Y/N before our pizza gets cold, or Jet decides to feed it his new dog.”

You stood, taking James’s hand then sliding your arm to be in his. “Thank you for the amazing night, Damian, I hope you're at the next event as well.”

Damian glared at where you both touched, before nodding, “yes, I shall be. Seeing as my father will be hosting the event I will be forced to attend, as well as the rest of the Wayne family.”

Your smiled never left your face, but you couldn’t help but make it bigger, “I can’t wait to meet them.”

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #this will be a bruce wayne x reader #batman #batmom x batfam #batmom #friendship #Damian Wayne

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aita-blorbos · 6 months ago

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AITA for tricking an old man? :(

So me and my twin sister, L, come from this really big family. Super big! And when we were little kids, our parents gave us this super fun notebook and everything! 🌟

They were worried they were spoiling us with all the cool things we got, so they sent us out to try living on our own! And for a little while it was going really really well! At some point, not too long after we set off, we were approached by an old man in a robe who asked if we had any food for him.

And this is where I messed up, big time. I had a huge mischievous streak, and I gave him a rotten apple. He got super angry and said we’d pay, then disappeared!! We thought nothing had happened, but then I realized that L was turning to stone!

Long story short, I was able to break the curse and free her before she completely turned to stone. As soon as that happened, the old man came back and revealed himself to be our dad in disguise the ENTIRE TIME! He was trying to see if I could “make the world a better place” or whatever to make up for being mean. L was PISSED after that lmao

And yeah, it wasn’t nice of me to do that, but did it really warrant turning my sister to stone?! I feel like the whole thing was a bit unnecessary. Even though I’m glad I had the experience, L shouldn’t have had to go through all that because of me :(

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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catindabag · 1 year ago

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (21)

*When the 24 OG Mentors discussed The Hunger Games*

Clemensia: Ok. Be honest. Whoever annually watches the Hunger Games, raise your hands!

Everyone:. . .

Clemensia: Really?! No one? Well, I’m kinda relieved to see that.

Felix: Clemmie, we stopped watching Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game since we were in grade school.

Clemensia: But why though?

Androcles: Not fun.😔

Sejanus: Extremely and insanely cruel and inhumane.😡

Lysistrata: Fortunately, my mom said “no” because there were too many body parts flying on the screen.

Festus: I threw up my cheesecake the first time I saw a live decapitation on television.

Coryo: That’s your only reason?

Festus: Bro, you don’t understand. That was my last free cheesecake coupon for the whole year.🥲

Coryo: Well, I just quit watching the games the moment I saw a kid bit off another kid’s fingers.

Festus: So?

Coryo: He swallowed them.

Festus: Oh.

Coryo: You all know that I hate cannibals, right?

Persephone: *starts crying*

Coryo: Not you, Price.🙄

Livia: Well, I just don’t watch the games because it’s not really my cup of tea. I mean, there’s no romance, no gossips, no breakups-

Juno: Nothing. I gave it a zero.

Arachne: True. It lacks that ✨reality drama✨ that we girlies crave for.

Dennis: I watched it once with my mom and my very sensitive dad. Never again.

Coryo: Why? What happened?

Dennis: My poor daddy had nightmares for a whole year. Even now, he’s still crying about it.

Coryo: Wait. Is that why your mom now runs and rules the Capitol Black Market without him?

Dennis: Yup! My daddy officially decided to become a stay-at-home househusband.

Persephone: Like mine!😀

Dennis: No, Price. Not like yours.

Persephone: Not like mine? But my sweet daddy is also a stay-at-home househusband.

Dennis: For the wrong reasons.

Persephone: He’s just living his best werewolf life!

Coryo: No offense, Percy, but your sweet daddy is clinically insane.

Palmyra: Like us!😀

Coryo: I know that we’re all insane, but not Nero “I am a scary werewolf” Price insane.

Persephone: But-

Coryo: He hunts rabid raccoons for breakfast and howls at the moon.

Gaius: Cool.

Coryo: He also fought 10 wild coyotes, 5 Peacekeepers, and a stray brown bear for some lima beans once. It was epic.

Felix: Was he arrested?

Coryo: No. You can’t arrest a self proclaimed werewolf. It’s illegal.

Felix: Illegal? Who approved of that law?

Coryo: Your granduncle.

Felix: *sighs* That checks out.😑

Persephone: Aren’t we talking about the Hunger Games?🥲

Coryo: Oh, yeah. How about you, Moss? Why did you stop watching Highbottom’s Killer Kids Game?

Iphigenia: It’s too brutal for my liking. And my grocery store has a sh*tty TV. How about you, Ney Ney?

Vipsania: No introduction, no narrative, no story. Just plain killing.😪

Palmyra: There’s no food commercials after every kill!

Coryo: What the heck, Palm Palm!

Felix: My crazy granduncle- I mean, the President of Panem usually invites me over to one of his exclusive ✨THG Watch Parties✨, but after the 4th time watching, puking, and screaming, I just couldn’t stomach the gore anymore.

Clemensia: Ok? So if you’re in charge of The Hunger Games, what would you change? What would you like to do if you recreated the games from scratch?

Everyone: Everything!

Sejanus: And no killing!

Felix: Yeah! Let’s agree and write a “no killing” policy!

Coryo: Make sure to add the “no gore” and “no cannibalism” rule as well, Class Pres.

Felix: On it. *scribbles*

Apollo: Hear me out. ✨Hunger Games: Panem’s Next Top Model✨!

Diana: No! It should be ✨Hunger Games: Dancing With The Stars✨!🤩

Livia: Ew. Your ideas suck! It should be ✨Hunger Games: LOVE ISLAND✨!💅

Sejanus: No! ✨Hunger Games: The Great Panem Bake Off✨ is gonna be the best program ever!

Coryo: Babe, what are you talking about?! ✨Hunger Games: Panem’s Got Talent✨ is the superior show!

Io: No! You’re all wrong! ✨Hunger Games: 90 DAY FIANCÉ✨ will have the most views!

Hilarius: ✨Hunger Games: Single’s Inferno✨ is better and spicier!

Palmyra: Suck it, Hilari! ✨Hunger Games: Fear Factor✨ will be the most iconic show!

Urban: You guys are not thinking! ✨Hunger Games: Project Runway✨ is the best concept! Just you wait! I will revolutionize Panem’s fashion industry!

Festus: What?! No! You’re so wrong, Ban Ban! ✨Hunger Games: TOP CHEF✨ will revolutionize Panem’s food industry!

Domitia: I kinda agree with Creed.

Dennis: Yeah. A food competition sounds nice.

Persephone: Oh, c’mon! ✨Hunger Games: Big Brother✨ will be a certified classic!

Pup: You’re kidding, right? ✨Hunger Games: Panem’s Ninja Warrior, Ultimate Beastmaster✨ will get us the most sponsors!😎

Felix: Slow down! All of your ideas and suggestions are great!

Palmyra: Thanks!☺️

Felix: But I can’t keep up with all that shouting!

Livia: Just do your stupid job, Class Pres! And FYI, mine’s the best. So make sure to highlight ✨LOVE ISLAND✨.

Festus: Oh, Horn of Plenty! I have another great idea!

Coryo: Fire away, Creed.

Festus: Hear me out. ✨Hunger Games: Keeping Up With The Ravinstills✨!

Coryo: Festus, my dumpster brother from another mother, you are a certified genius!😂

Sejanus: I’ll even trade my scheming old man to see that show air anytime!

Felix: That doesn’t even make sense?! How can the Tributes participate on that show?!

Juno: No offense, Felix, but we also want to see the chaotic family drama that you and your cousins are currently living in.

Coryo: I kinda agree with Juno, Class Pres. I mean, just last week, four out of your eight uncles got arrested by your other four uncles, just because of “illegally” breeding Bichon Frisé puppies inside your crazy granduncle’s secret basement.

Felix: How did you even get that private information?!

Coryo: You told us yourself.

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dlysthings · 6 months ago

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Little crush pt.7

->Previous part<-

A/N: Im so sorry for how iregular i am with posting that series and not posting in generally. I don't really have any ideas right now so please if you have any you would want me to write, tell me.

“Hey Daryl! How are you doing?” sitting in front of him you smiled and put your tray of food on the table. This was the new thing in Daryl’s life: your attention. From the day the two of you went into the woods you would always sit with him at lunch or at class. Sometimes your friends would also come and he found out they weren’t like he thought they would be. Slowly but surely you were making progress. Some days he would ask you to go out again and take you into the woods again, showing you the cool plants, flowers and rocks he finds. Some days he would come over to your house, lay in bed next to you and just talk about whatever came to mind to either of you.

Though you never went to his house. You didn’t even know where he lived, whenever you asked or ever brought it up he would immediately stop talking, looking a bit wide-eyed at you, hopping that you would somehow forget about your question about his home. And almost always you did. Shrugging of his strange reaction and going on with your previous activities.

However, Daryl knew he would need to explain to you his home life at some point. He just didn’t know how to explain it to you, let alone bring it up. And you would have questions which he would be too ashamed to answer. And why would you want to hang out with someone this broken. You deserved better than him and he knew it, but for now he was going to hope you don’t find out how damaged he is.

“Good, good. How are ya?” Looking at your face, practically about to split in half by the smile on it, he smiled as well. It wasn’t as bright and noticeable as yours, just lifted corner of his mouth, but still a smile. That was a thing you noticed about him recently. He wasn’t the one to talk much, except when he was asked a question and mostly keeping to himself.

“Same here. Hey, do you want to come to my place after school? If you are free, of course.” You asked. “Yeah, I’m free. I need ta go to my place but I will come over later. That okay?” Happy with his answer, you grinned and started talking about whatever new gossip you heard this day. Daryl just listened and gave his opinion here and there, dropping a few comments and jokes. You laughed especially hard at some remark he just said.

The proud feeling in his chest was something new and unexpected, a rare thing thanks to the numerous bitter and insulting criticism he received through all the years after his mother’s death. But your laughter gave him the confidence to continue with the comments and soon you were clutching your stomach, your face red from barely being able to take a breath.

The sight was one Daryl wished could burn into his brain and remember forever. He wished the light into your eyes could always remain there. And he was sure he will do everything in his power to keep it there. Soon the bell rang and he needed to get up and go to his next class. You were still red-faced from the lack of air in your lungs.

“I will see you later, Dar.” Caressing his arm quickly you headed in the opposite way of his class, mixing with the other students around you. Going in the direction he was supposed to he pondered on how touchy feely you had gotten with him.

Every time the two of you separated you would squeeze his shoulder or arm, sometimes hugging him. There were some cases where the universe decides to smile upon him and you would kiss him on the cheek. Without exception he would smile sheepishly and get a pink tint over his cheeks. At least he didn’t flinch when you brushed his body with yours.

It was a hard thing to get used to it, a gentle and affectionate one but he ultimately did. And every time it felt like a fire was lit in his stomach, the warmth spreading to every part of his body, a feeling he could get used to. And he was trying to return them all the time, though still a bit shy. But when you didn’t seem to mind them, even going as far to think you like them, he continued with the light touches.

At the end of the school day he waited for you at the door but he didn’t saw you and decided he would meet you at your house later. Going on his way he thought of how his dad seemed to have disappeared these days, never seeing him around the trailer. It’s not like he was complaining. Without his father around he was able to breath at home, not needing to worry if Will was in a bad mood and wanting to take it out on Daryl.

Sadly, four days have passed since his dad was gone, so he was about to come back every moment now. The thoughts of his dad reminded him how he hasn’t seen Merle in a very long time, the last one being around five months ago. He knew why his brother fled the moment an opportunity presented itself but it still hurt Daryl that his older brother left him to deal with the nightmare of a dad they had.

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Opening the front door of the trailer, Daryl, went inside. The first thing he did was to look around and strain his ears for any signs of his father being home. There was no snoring so he wasn’t asleep somewhere. But when he looked towards the couch he saw the television turned on and the head of a man resting over the cushions. There was not a bald spot so there was no way that was his ad and the only other person having a key to the trailer was his brother.

The thought made goosebumps appear over Daryl’s skin. The last encounter with his older brother wasn’t a particularly friendly one. Merle was high and it seemed that it wasn’t a rare habit of his. The older of the Dixon brothers was dealing meth and trying to get Daryl to help him. Of course Daryl refused, not expecting his brother to go no contact after that.

But now he was here and turning around to see who had just entered. Upon seeing it was his younger brother there a wide grin spread over his face.

“Well look who is here! I was waitin’ the whole day for ya, Darylina!” His brothers mocking tone didn’t give the idea that Merle was up to good but Daryl knew if he didn’t respond Merle was going to become a lot worse to deal with.

“Hi, Merle. What are ya doin’ here?” he didn’t want to waste his time with whatever bullshit his brother was here for, only wanting to get to your house faster.

“That ain’t the way ya greet yur older brother, is it?” The smile fell from Merle’s face, being replaced by a frown and a cold look into his eyes. Daryl couldn’t tell if his brothers eyes were red because of the colorfully lights coming from the TV. But if he had to guess he would say his brother was on something.

“I need ta go somewhere. So what do ya want?” Daryl was getting impatient and his fists were alreay clenching at his sides. “What got yur panties in a twist, huh Darylina? What did ya find someone to look at ya twice. Maybe ya unstuck yur thong from the roof of yur mouth and got some pussy? Huh?”

The mocking tone was back in the older’s voice and Merle even started laughing at the tough of his brother being worthy of the attention of a girl. But this time Daryl wasn’t going to cower away and stay silent. The time spent with you and the affection you were giving him gave him the confidence he always seemed to lack.

“Shut up, Merle! It’s none of yur business if I did. Now what the hell do ya want?!” Merle has never seen his brother stand up for himself let alone yell at him like that. He was in such shock that his mouth fell open. That was the first time Merle Dixon was at a loss for words.

Using the state his brother was in, Daryl, went into his room, dropping his bag and grabbing the stuff he needed. Going back into the living room his brother’s mouth was now closed but there was a glare that made his blood ran cold. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything but he couldn’t take it back. Going outside he prayed Merle was going to let it go.

Unfortunately for the younger brother, Merle was already thinking of a way to make him pay for his words.

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i know you and i like you anyway (2)

chapter 1

tw/cw: drugs implied, slight violence (against nathan), parentification, tell me if i missed smth

nathan prescott x reader ; warren graham x reader

pulling all nighters was part of warrens everyday routine. he wouldn’t sleep for 3 days straight, finishing some school project or movie marathon, only to pass out for the rest of the weekend.

currently it was 6:30 AM and he was on his way to the canteen, wanting nothing more than to grab something to eat. warren couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the new students, or more like one new student. he was beating himself up, because he forgot to exchange numbers or socials with you. how creepy would it be if he showed up at your room?

thankfully, for once the universe was on his side. once he entered the canteen he saw you. if this isn’t a sign from above. you stood infront of the menu, probably trying to decide what to get.

“oh hey! nice seeing you again. how’s it going?” warren skilfully approached you. having you as a friend would probably be good, especially against nathan. another plus was you being actually somewhat nice and cool.

you quickly turned around and looked at him, “..warren, right? i’m doing ok…do you have any recommendations?”

warren shifted from one foot to the other, “hmm, usually i just eat cereal. between us two,” warren shifted closer to you and whisperd loudly, “the food here isn’t so.. radical. if you’re up for it we could grab breakfast at the two whales diner. they got the best food in town!”

you giggled slightly at his antics, “uhh, yeah sure. why not?”

warren gave you a smile which was pure sunshine. oh no, he’s precious. “that’s great! lets go, i will drive.“

shit, ok, you can do that. you can make friends. even if the guy has a cute smile. and a cute face. and a cute personality. god, you’re weak.

you were more than thankful that your scholarships cover more than enough. you appreciated nothing more than the fact that you don’t have to work, and that all your school expense and free spending money have been taken care of. free canteen food is another perk you love. but going out to eat won`t kill your wallet, hopefully.

a feeling in your gut told you that a certain sean prescott has played a huge part in the money you got. your brother has gotten the same perks. lucky bastard.

it wasn’t even you who applied for this school, it was your family who applied everything for you. being away would be good for you. yeah, as if. your mind was constantly buzzing with worry over everyone. the countless dislikes, allergies, appointments and play dates ingrained onto your brain. walking with warren to the parking lot was at least calming you down somewhat.

“so…are you a fellow night owl?” warren asked.

“no, i’m boring. i go to sleep at 9:30 and wake up at like 5 am.” you grabbed the straps of your tote bag tighter, then looking into it to make sure you really have your wallet with you.

“damn! healthy. i wish that was me. i haven’t slept for a second yet.”

nodding along to his confession, you furrowed your brows, “are you sure you should drive? i can also drive, you know.”

warren rubbed at his neck nervously, “no! it’s alright, really. i like to think i’m a pretty decent driver…if you feel unsafe tho! you can drive, of course, or we can reschedule! no stress.”

“it’s cool. i’m starving anyways. if i don’t get anything to eat soon i will get cranky, and i will make it everyone else’s problem.”

chuckling at your words warren continued the conversation, “well, i don’t want to keep you waiting and starving!” you guys reached the parking lot. with big strides, because warren was a long stick, you reached his car. he opened the passenger side for you, dramatically bowing while doing so.

“your majesty.”

you couldn’t help laughing at him, “finally, someone treating me like i deserve it.” sitting down on the seat, warren also closed the door for you. he quickly sprinted over to the drivers seat, and sat down. checking all his mirrors, he started the car. the ride was filled with mindless chatter and questions from both sides.

“i grew up here in arcadia bay, my parents moved away tho. so now i stay in the dorms and can fully live the student life.”

“i’m from florida, i like to blame that on my craziness.”

“i’m an only child. i don’t know if i would like to have siblings, not having to share is great. but being constantly in the focus of my parents also sucks.”

“i’m the oldest. if oliver says he is the older one he’s lying. besides oliver i got another 5 younger siblings. 3 boys and 2 girls. yeah, i hate and love them all deeply.”

“i love watching movies, no matter how bad. same goes for video games. hey! if you’re up for it you can come over to my room and we can play a good ol round of mario kart, or whatever else you want. i can even lend you my flash drive, it has a hundred movies on it.”

“oh that would be very nice. i’m down for movie and game night. i do in my spare time..uhh.. baking and reading..yeah. sorry, once again i’m very boring.”

(who were you if not a substitute parent?)

warren, the angel, assured you that you’re pretty cool in his eyes, “you’re fucking badass, dude! i have never, ever seen anyone stand up to nathan like that. even victoria is sometimes scared of him. she tries not to show it, but i think it’s pretty obvious.”

“..what’s he like?”

“nathan? he’s a fucking bully, man. no offenes. you know, when we were younger he was actually someone everyone picked on. kill the rich kid! but, i don’t know. he changed even before this senior program.”

simply nodding at warrens words, you said, “he..well, he always had…a problem with his temper. it just got worse and worse. i don’t know. i wish i could have done more, but i can’t really break into his head and like, re wire it, you know?”

“yeah, dude, mental illness is a fickle thing. you were also just a kid. i don’t doubt for a second that his life isn’t always fun, but it’s not an excuse to treat others like shit.”

“agreed.”

warren took a turn and drove into a parking lot, “welcome to the best diner food you will ever eat!”

“i don’t think i have ever eaten actual diner food.”

“no way. you’re wayyy overdue.”

and with that you left the car and followed warren into the dinner. since it was pretty early into the morning, it was mostly empty. a police officer and a trucker sat at the front, but they paid you no mind. warren lead you to a booth in the back and you sat down. taking a look at the menu, you tried to decide what you wanted, “do you now have any recommendations?”

“everything, dude. i mean it when i say nothing disappoints here.”

a tired waitress approached, ready to take your oder. warren started, “i would have a coffee please, and the homestyle eggs and bacon, with toast.” she nodded along, while writing down the order. “i would like a hot chocolate and uhhh waffles, with a creamcheeese bagel. thank you.” the waitress left shortly, only to return with your drinks. while she was filling up warrens cup, the door rang and a group entered.

of course, because you are the luckiest person alive, the group consists of nathan, victoria, your brother and 3 strangers. 2 girls and one guy. out of habit and because you knew you needed it, you dumped 1 and a half sugar packs into your hot chocolate. you gave the rest to warren.

the group sat in a booth right beside yours. when you looked up, you could make direct eye contact with nathan. your brother sat besides nathan, he turned around and made the phone symbol with his hands, grinning at you. him being happy never meant anything good, you preferred him to be miserable, because then he didn’t get on your nerves. shaking your head at him, he started dramatically pouting. even going as far as clasping his hands together, in a begging way.

rolling your eyes, you took out your phone to actually check your messages. some where from your parents and siblings left behind, some how are yous and where is the vacuum cleaner, where’s my favourite t-shirt? you love do not disturb, it’s the only thing keeping you sane.

oli

RECIEVED: yo u wonnt believe whhat a lil birdy just told me

RECIEVED: hey

RECIEVED: yy

RECIEVED: ok i will tell u because u asked soooo nicely

RECIEVED: and since im ur fav siblin

RECIEVED: im ur fave right

RECIEVED: right???

RECIEVED: anyyways guess. whoo misses u and is like madly in luv with u

RECIEVED: nathen

RECIEVED: btw are we fraternal or identical twins i keep forgetting

SENT: are you stupid?

looking up from your phone you glared at oliver. and you could see and feel nathan starring at you. ok creepy. whatever. as long as he didn’t follow you, like into the bathroom you were good. you looked over to warren, who looked a bit worried. probably because it looks like nathan wants to rip his head off. warren for your own peace of mind, don’t turn around.

covering the most part of the text conversation with your hand, you showed warren the twin question, “sometimes i wish i was an only child.” you whispered, warren couldn’t help but start laughing, “that’s a joke, right?…right?” shaking your head slightly, you both giggled at the stupidity.

getting up from your seat, you excused yourself and left for the bathroom. you had to take a break, anymore starring from nathan and you were going to die. literally. sitting on the toilet, with the seat down, you scrolled mindlessly through your phone. trying to recharge as best as you could. while you looked at a post from your 16 year old brother, zooming in and tryign to figure out if that was a vodka bottle in the background, you heard the door open. ok that’s cool, other people use the bathroom. but the person didn’t enter a stall, but seemed to wait something out. or more like someone: you.

you couldn’t help but sigh, betting 20$ that it’s nathan out there. fucker. getting up, you flushed to at least make it somewhat believable that you’re a normal person who does not need to hide away during social interactions to avoid being overwhelmed. you can do things like, talk to people and make friends and be normal. totally.

leaving your stall of safety, you saw nathan. who would have thought. looking away from him, you went to the sink to wash your hands. hearing nathan scoff (from where does he get the audacity?) he walked towards you. deciding to ignore him, you didn’t spare him a glance.

“what? can’t even look at me? i’m trying to have an adult conversation here.” nathan said, spoken with the audacity only a rich, white guy could possess.

“are you messing with me? you’re the one trying to have an adult conversation? where was that energy when i was calling and texting you like crazy. only to have goddamn kristine tell me you don’t want to see me ever again! go to hell, prescott.” at your answer nathan nervously wen through his hair, this was going as bad as it could.

“fuck, i’m sorry, alright? i know i messed up. i didn’t…i never wanted to leave. my dad and then also my useless fucking psychiatrist, they just, they kept pushing and pushing. leaving you behind is my biggest regret. believe me.” nathan saw you thinking, alright, this is going to be his lucky day.

“then why did you never contact me? anywhere? i think you had enough time to regret your actions.” right nevermind, this was the worst day nathan ever lived through and he nearly died of an overdose, twice.

“i..i don’t know. i was scared. being rejected by you is the worst possible thing that could ever happen to me.” wow nathan, being so vulnerable. hopefully this tugged on your heartstrings, “i will give you anything you want. you want money? to beat me up? want me to hook you up? cmon, say it and you will get it. you want the moon, baby?”

at the mention of him giving you cash you actually looked low-key disgusted, “i don’t want your money, or anything else. and don’t call me baby. jesus, dude.”

nathan nodded, “forgive and forget?”

“yeah, forgiving and forgetting jesus style.”

“thank fuck. give me your number.” you handed your phone over to nathan, “hey, this won’t be like a thing where you’re too embarrassed to be seen with me, so we never interact in public, right? because i’m not about to be your secret or change myself to fit into your friend group.”

“don’t worry about it, most of them aren’t even my friends. only victoria and rachel are the only real ones. and you, of course. maybe oliver too. he’s realll fun to have around.” nathan handed you your phone back, and with that you were about to leave. before nathan could open the door, you called out to him.

“hey, nathan.”

as he was about to fully turn around towards you, you sucker punched him in the stomach. hard. his knees were bent while he leaned against the door, making him smaller than you. grabbing him by his jacket you pulled him up.

“you ever leave again, without saying goodbye, i will kill you. i mean it, nathan joshua prescott. i don’t care where you are in the world, i will find you and i will shove your camera so far up your ass that you will be coughing up pictures for the rest of your short and miserable life. do you understand?”

nathan nodded wildly at you. you slammed his head against the door, “speak up.”

“y..yes. i won’t leave, ever again. i.. i promise.” at his response you smiled at him and let him go. nathan straightened up, trying to ignore the pain in his stomach. one thing he forgot over the years is the fact that you’re simply terrifying. god, he will probably have a bruise.

your hand petted over his jacket and shirt, making sure he looked presentable and not like you just punched the soul out of his body, “even though i think you’re a dick, i still missed you.”

nathan mumbled out an “missed you too.” and with that you guys left, finally.

yes, you’re scary with possible hidden anger issues and a control freak who just punched him, but why was he so attracted to you? that was like the hottest thing that happened to him. it was also a good thing he was in therapy already.

walking back to your booth, you saw that oliver took over your place. he made eye contact with you, while taking his first sip of your hot chocolate. he made a face at the overly sweet taste, “yikes, i always forget you’re trying to invent a new type of diabetes with your sweet tooth. the fact that you still have teeth is a blessing, man.”

sitting down besides him, you took the mug from him. “go choke.”

“wow! so rude. who raised you? anyways, i was actually about to join you guys in the bathroom. i was scared you were going to kill him. did you punch him? please say yes, i made a bet with rachel. she said no one would dare to punch a prescott, but you’re like, insane. so i said you totally would.”

“congrats, you just won 20$.”

“ha! see! i told you!” oliver climbed over you, while stealing your bagel. rachel got 20$ out of her wallet, or more like frank did. sucker. nathan was back at his seat, actually looking content for once. victoria frowned at you, she then turned to nathan and whispered with him.

warren leaned towards to you, “did you actually punch him?” he whispered. you nodded while

taking a bite of your well deserved food. nothing beats grease and sugar. his teddy bear brown eyes widened at the information, “you’re actually my hero.” you laughed with a mouth full of food.

the rest of the time spent in the dinner was relatively quite. once you finished up, you paid and left with warren, who drove back to campus.

“man, if i could punch nathan i would be the happiest kid alive.”

“you actually have to let it go, dude. i have other personality traits, besides punching nathan. like, insulting him and being his number one bully.” warren chuckled at you, “you’re actually a badass. how do you do it?”

“uhh, i don’t fear most people so i just do whatever goes through my head. i also have never lost a fight and i think that’s doing horrible things to my ego.”

“so cool..”

once you reached your dorm doors, you exchanged numbers with warren and said your goodbyes, for now. he said he would show you around more, once he actually slept for a bit.

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