#time to party nate style

[apclyptc]

TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN— matt and chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis— you and your friends decide to play a dirty drinking game. but with matt on your left, and chris on your right, how will you ever be able to decide who you want more?

warnings— suggestive themes, drinking, brief suggestive moment with waylon felipe (that man is FIIIIINE) use of a dirty scenario card game, ysb tril and brandon (gwhip) are in this but there’s not really anything suggestive with them (even tho they’re FIIIINE and underrated as fuck), basically the most ooc dumb shit ever, just use your utmost imagination pls lmao

foreword— i got this idea from a card game i own. it’s called kinkies get legless if anyone would like to know. voila!

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why, on god’s green earth, did you agree to this? you knew exactly what you signed up for when nate had organised a party— nothing big, just all your close friends— and revealed a card game for everyone to play.

“if anyone wants to back out now, this is your only chance.” nate chuckled when nick and madi both stepped back. he’d already explained the card game to everyone:

complete the dare written on the card, or skip the dare and take a shot. straightforward, until he gave an example of said cards.

“choose which person in the group you’re most likely to have a wet dream over.”

you laughed, but deep down you knew this was not going to end well.

after all, you were sat between matt and chris. you were close friends with the triplet brothers, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t harbour a crush for the two you were currently sandwiched in between. you’d already admitted these feelings to madi, who gave you the sound advice to choose one.

but it wasn’t that easy, was it? they were both so… great, and yet so different at the same time.

maybe you could use this opportunity to decide.

as it stood, matt was on your left, chris on your right, and waylon, another good friend of yours, directly opposite you.

nate, being the host and also the orchestrator of this hellish game, pulled a card first, and read out loud.

“give the player of the person on your left a lap dance? hell yeah!” nate exclaimed, standing from his seat and giving trilly the most dramatic lap dance of his life. everyone laughed at this, knowing nate would most likely do all of his dares.

before you knew it, it was coming up to your turn. but first, chris had to pull a card.

you prayed to every god you knew that he didn’t pull a card that involved you.

“oh my god, this game is crazy.” chris laughed, before reading out his card, “act out the doggy style position with the person to your left.”

you could die of embarrassment. this was truly a terrible, no good, awful idea. why did you agree to this?

the room was filled with ooh’s and aah’s, waiting to see if chris would take a shot instead of doing the dare. he glanced over at you, as if to say you could choose.

you shrugged nonchalantly, despite the fact you were screaming inside.

“come on, let’s get this over with.” he motioned you over with his hand, and you hesitantly stood.

you felt chris behind you, his hands moving to your waist as he pushed his hips up to yours, though he didn’t move.

immediately you laughed, and everyone else followed.

“this is literally the dumbest thing you’ve ever suggested, nate.” you shouted through everyone’s laughter.

“agreed.” chris sat back down, but not before placing a pillow over his lap.

“but it’s so funny!” nate replied.

it may have been funny, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about chris’ hips pressed up to your ass. you almost wished he moved.

regardless, it was your turn to pull a card.

“choose three… okay, what the fuck.” you covered your mouth, giggling.

“let me see,” matt leaned over to read the card and pulled a face, “choose three players you’d make a sex tape with.”

how could you even begin to answer that? why did you agree to this?

you weren’t going to skip the card, you didn’t want to be the first to do it. so you’d have to answer. and lie.

“i guess if i had to pick, i’d say tril, waylon aaaaaand… this is hard actually…. brandon.” you spoke.

the three boys dapped each other up, which made you chuckle.

“don’t get too excited, it’s never gonna happen.” you teased.

“i guess it’s my turn,” matt piped up, grabbing a card from the deck.

“oh this one’s easy, it says confess the least sexy thing someone has said to you. one time a girl asked me if she could call me nick while we were, you know…” he clicked his mouth and whistled.

“wait, what the fuck?” nick perked up from the other side of the room.

chris cackled loudly, “shit, i remember that. you told me not to tell him.”

“well, did you let her do it?” tril asked jokingly.

“that’s fucking gross! i swear to god matt you better have said no.” nick yelled, which only made chris laugh more.

“obviously i said no, you moron.”

by now, the deck of cards had gone around the room a couple of times.

waylon pulled the card, let the person opposite you sit on your face which you accepted gracefully after successfully sneaking yourself a couple of shots.

at some point you pulled the choose the players you’d most likely have a threesome with card which you chose matt and chris immediately took a shot.

nate had rank the asses of the players from best to worst, and while chris was number one, you were satisfied with your ranking at third— he placed himself second.

already it was back to chris.

“i actually don’t think i can do this one.” chris covered his eyes.

“what does it say?” you asked. you wished you didn’t.

he turned the card over to you. it read, whisper the dirtiest thing you’d do to the player on your left.

“chris, don’t be a pussy, you already skipped the last one.” nate raised his eyebrows.

“dude, i don’t care how close we are, i’m not passing you an ice cube from my mouth.” chris spoke incredulously, which made everyone chuckle, though you were too busy wondering what chris would even say to you.

“new rule, if you skipped your last card you can’t skip the next one.” nate shouted, to which chris flipped him off.

“you good with this?” chris turned to you.

“sure. it’s just a game right?” you pretended to be unfazed.

chris leaned into your ear, as everyone watched.

“if we were alone right now, i’d fill you up so deep that you’d forget how to talk.”

oh.

“what did he say– oh my god, y/n’s face has gone red!”

oh.

“damn chris, you’re looking kinda red too.”

oh.

“okay move on, please.” chris laughed it off.

but you wanted to do anything but move on, partly because you were sweating— is it hot in here?— and partly because it was your turn again.

let the person to your left give you a love bite.

you weren’t sure you could handle this game anymore. you were barely over the words chris had whispered to you, and now you were supposed to let matt give you a hickey?

and to make things worse, because of the new rule (thanks a lot, nate) you couldn’t skip your turn.

“this game is getting intense, i can’t lie.” waylon mumbled to brandon, who agreed with him excitedly.

“sorry matt, i can’t skip.” you said awkwardly.

matt quickly downed a shot, before replying, “don’t worry about it.” and moved his lips to your collarbone.

he made quick work of sucking on your skin while embarrassment waved over you.

there were a million thoughts running through your head at once but the one that stood out most was how good it felt to have matt leaving a trace of his lips on your body. you were acutely aware of the slight pain mixed with the considerable amount of pleasure that came with his bite.

after what seemed like way too long, he soothed your collarbone with a lick and parted ways with it.

“i didn’t know matt had that dog in him.” tril joked.

briefly, everyone had split into their own conversations, leaving you to your own chaotic thoughts.

but matt placed a hand on your thigh.

“you okay?” he asked you, and of course you were not.

“mhm. just didn’t think this game would be so insane.”

matt smirked ever so slightly.

“me neither. are you having fun, at least?”

“yeah, it’s pretty entertaining. are you?” you responded honestly.

matt’s thumb softly caressed your thigh while the rest of his hand squeezed lightly.

“definitely.”

how could you be expected to choose?

yet another around had gone by and it was regrettably your turn to pick a card.

you slowly picked up the card on top of the deck and read the words.

“what does it say?” matt and chris spoke in unison.

you cleared your throat, looking between the two boys on either side, then at everyone else eagerly waiting.

“go into another room with the player of your choice for ten minutes.” you sighed.

“i was hoping someone would get that card. who are you picking, y/n?” nate asked you.

you should skip this round. you should definitely skip this round. but something was telling you that this was your opportunity to finally choose which brother you wanted, just like madi told you.

the choice was too difficult.

but if you were honest, you knew who you really wanted.

so, you went with your gut.

“i pick…”

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a/n this feels so ASS but i love this idea so much so idc. the part two’s for matt and chris will be linked below once they’re written. hope u enjoyed!

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[mischievousmoony]

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⟢ james potter x fem!reader

⟢ summary: modern restaurant au; it's your first day on the job and james is your trainer . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 2.4k

⟢ warnings/tags: is profanity a tw pls lmk actually, coworker!james, coworker!marauders, accidentally wrote an anxious!reader, trying out that headcannon where remus is a bit of a hothead, only lightly grammar checking this series bc i just wanna have fun w it

⟢ the new hire masterlist ⟡ main masterlist

note: here, bc i gotta chill and write something light for once. i think this will be an ongoing fic. also im not beating the mentioning tea in ever fic allegations anytime soon how does this always happen.

“Welcome in! How many in your party?”

“Oh! No, I’m Y/N. It’s my first day.” Your fingers pitter patter nervously on the host stand.

“You’re the new waitress!” the bubbly hostess exclaims, “I’m Mary! It’s so nice to meet you. Stay right there, I’ll go get the manager.”

She disappears into the busy restaurant, leaving you rocking back and forth on your heels nervously.

Mary, you repeat the name in your mind, recalling what she looked like so that you wouldn’t forget who the name belongs to. You had a thing with learning names—you just hated forgetting them. It felt so humiliating to have to ask someone to remind you of their name. One time, you worked with someone for months and their name lived on the tip of your tongue the entire time. Luckily, they quit before it ever came up.

“There she is! Ready for day one?” The manager, Nate, greeted as he followed Mary back to the host stand.

Not in the slightest. You always hated first days, with all the pressure to make a good impression. Not to mention it’s only the start to the slow climb over the learning curve. You hold out hope that everyone will be as nice as Mary seemed, it would make today a lot easier.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you say, straightening out your black shirt. The dress code for this job was essentially the color black from head to toe. You used the lack of a formal uniform to your advantage, expressing your personal style as much as you could within the confines of business casual.

Nate clapped his hand together, “Right, first up is a tour and introductions. I have all your paperwork already, right? So, after that we’ll get you in an apron and find someone for you to shadow.”

“Sounds good,” you try sounding cheery and excited, only for you to start worrying about whether or not you sound too eager.

“So, front of house is up first. You’ve already met Mary, our lovely hostess—“

Marry wiggles her fingers at you as a playful wave while she takes a phone call, “Yes, we do takeout!”

“You don’t need to worry about the host stand, but I’ll show you the book so you can get a feel for the sections and how we operate. We’ll only give you a small group of tables at first…”

You try to commit everything Nate says to memory, wanting to do well here. You really need this job. Rent isn’t cheap, especially without roommates. And you really don’t want a roommate. Plus this place pays their servers well, so you want to be good at it. You really really need to listen to Nate if you’re gonna be good at this.

But, jeez, Nate seems like he loves to talk. He’s going on and on and on and you’re fighting back a yawn when Mary swoops in like a hero, telling Nate she needs the book back to make a reservation.

“Sure, I think you’ve got the idea of it anyway, right?” Nate asks.

You blink, “Oh, yeah. Sure do!”

Shit, you think. You totally zoned out.

“Great, let me show you to the bar,” Nate says, already walking away.

Another reason why you really want to work here was for the ambiance. It’s a contemporary place with a grungy interior, all while remaining slightly upscale for restaurants in this area. Another upside was the live music. If you’re gonna be working, at least let it be somewhere nice with good music.

“Sirius! New server’s here,” Nate interrupts the bartender who’s in the process of mixing up a cocktail. You introduce yourself with a shy smile as you study him, trying to make a permanent link between his name and face in your mind.

Sirius the bartender—mischievous gray eyes and long black hair. He wears half of it tied up in the back of his head, surly to avoid having it fall in his face while he mixes drinks.

He puts the shaker down and rolls up the sleeves of his satin black dress shirt, “Hey there, doll, y’alright? Natey not being too boring for ya?”

“Alright, back to work, Sirius.” Nate says, sounding snappy.

You follow Nate to the back of the restaurant.

“This is the kitchen—“

“Who the fuck rang in scallops? We’ve been 86 scallops all fucking day.”

“Don’t look at me! Was probably James, the bloody dolt.”

“This seems like a bad time,” Nate spins on his heels and ushers you out of the kitchen quickly, “Whoever trains you will get you acclimated to the kitchen later. That’s Remus, just so you know, head chef.”

You nod, not having anything else to say as you begin to worry everyone won’t be as nice as Mary.

You want to take a moment to commit Remus’ name to memory like you had Sirius and Mary’s, but you only caught a glimpse of him. Still, you were sure you wouldn’t forget who the name belonged to now that you’ve had such a lovely first impression.

Next, Nate takes you down a hall, past the bathrooms, to show you his office and the staff area complete with a rickety table for breaks and some lockers. In the corner are two plastic bins with fading sharpie scrawled across the front of them: CLEAN and DIRTY. Nate reaches into the “clean” bin and picks out a slate gray apron.

He hands it to you, and you try to tie it the way the server in the kitchen had it. Nate starts leading you back out into the dining room as you continue to fiddle with the ties.

As you dart around the restaurant, the “fast-paced environment” detail from the job listing is really starting to materialize, and this was only the tour.

“Right, now where are my bloody servers.” Nate mutters under his breath, “Slacking off by the host stand, of course.”

There’s two servers at the host stand: a girl with red hair hanging in two braids on either side of her face and a tall boy with glasses. They’re huddled with Mary, looking like they’re sharing hot gossip.

You and Nate make it to the host stand at the same time as the other server from the kitchen.

“Hey, team!” Nate says, but it falls on deaf ears.

“Chef’s fuckin’ pissed at you,” she says to Glasses.

“What I do!?” He asks, whipping his body out of the huddle. Mary and the red-haired girl keep talking without him.

“Thinks you rang in some scallops,” she shrugs, blowing a strand of blonde hair out of her face.

“Why would I do that? We’re 86.”

“Yeah, but I forgot,” she says nonchalantly, leaning her back against the host stand.

“And you let him think it was me!?”

“Oh yeah, obviously. Anyway, I should probably go tell my table they’re not getting their scallops.”

“Servers!” Nate interrupts loudly, finally making your four new coworkers quiet down. You feel all eyes suddenly train on you. You smile through the uncomfortable sensation of your stomach lurching.

“We have a new member joining our team today. Please give a warm welcome to Y/N.”

“Hi,” you flash a smile to the new faces in front of you.

“Welcome!” The red-haired girl returns a bright smile of her own, “I’m Lily, I love your earrings.”

“Marlene,” the blonde says plainly.

And finally—

“Hiya, Love. I’m James,” the one with glasses says coolly as he rests an elbow on the host stand. He exudes confidence, and it makes you want to shrink into yourself.

You try to study the three of them to commit names to faces.

Lily—fiery red hair, kind eyes, and a fair complexion with a sprinkling of freckles.

Marlene—you like the way her blonde hair is cut into a shag. She also kind of intimidates you, so you really want to remember her name.

James—glasses, tousled dark hair, very attractive. That last part probably wasn’t a necessary attribute to help you remember his name, but it was true. He has a tall, toned frame that would’ve made him seem intimidating if not for the way his eyes transformed into the physical embodiment of sunshine when he smiled. Were your hands getting sweaty?

“Alright, great. Introductions are done, now I need someone to be a trainer.” Nate claps his hands together, waiting for a volunteer.

“I have to go give a table bad news, so-”

Nate cuts Marlene off before she can hastily run away, “Wasn’t gonna ask you anyway.”

James is eyeing you, sizing you up it seems, when he pipes up, “I’ll do it.”

Marlene snorts. “Weren’t you saying an hour ago that Nate better not dump the-”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Marls,” James says through clenched teeth, glaring sideways at her.

You felt like quitting on the spot, thinking that you were obviously a burden on these people. Being a burden to James, specifically, felt particularly embarrassing. It had your face heating up.

“Great! Thanks James,” Nate says, “Y/N, you’re in good hands. I’ll be in the office if you need anything. The rest of you, get back to work!”

With a reluctant groan from Marlene and a “nice to meet you” from Lily, the small crowd disperses. All except for you and James.

“I’m sorry you got saddled with training me.”

“Aw man, no! Marlene was just-” James cuts himself off with a sigh, “Fine, I didn’t think I’d want to train today. But I changed my mind, so don’t feel like you’re a burden or something, alright?”

James seems pretty genuine, so you digress. Not without a joke first, though.

“Just remember you asked for it later when you get tired of me.”

“I have a feeling that’s not gonna happen,” James says, a certain playfulness dancing in his eyes.

As a new party walks into the restaurant, James leads you toward a nearby order station so that you’ll be out of the way.

“So, you’re gonna wanna forget everything Nate told you,” he says as you walk, “I’m gonna show you how we actually run this place.” He shoots a boyish smirk over his shoulder.

“That shouldn’t be very hard, I don’t think I was awake for any of it,” you admit with a chuckle.

“Ooh, I’m gonna like you!” James swings his body around when you reach the order station, “We love Nate slander here. Behind his back of course.”

“That’s worrisome,” you say, trying to find a comfortable way to lean against the terminal. You end up just standing up straight, “He seemed kind of nice.”

“You ever work in a restaurant before?” James leans toward you, looking coy, and you do your best not to shrink away from him.

“Yeah, I was a hostess.”

“You ever been friends with any of your old managers?”

You think about it for a minute, “No.”

“Exactly,” James leans back and you feel your shoulders relax at once. “He’s alright, but he’s still the boss. Plus, it’s good for server morale to have a common enemy.”

James earns a laugh from you, and he smiles brightly as if it’s the biggest honor.

“So, when do you get off?”

“I’m closing, I think.”

“Nate has you closing on your first shift? Diiiiick move.”

“He asked first and I told him I could handle it.”

“He shouldn’t have asked.” James insists, then he waves it off as if deciding what’s done is done, “That’s alright, you’ll be able to stick with me. But in light of that, I’ll make today easy for you. You can watch while I take orders, and I’ll show you how I ring them all in here,” James pats the POS terminal, “And you can help me get bread and refills out to tables mostly. I won’t make you take orders today ‘coz it’s a bit rowdy in here, but maybe if we’re sat with an easy table we’ll see how you’re feeling.”

You nod along, not having anything to say, not that you had the chance. James is a fast talker and you’re beginning to notice how full of energy he is. It’s a tad amusing, and it’s beginning to show on your face.

“What?” James asks, eyes flicking down to your growing smile.

With a slight shake of your head, you say, “You a big coffee drinker?”

“Y’know, I get that a lot,” James reaches into the underside of the order station, and pulls out a canned beverage, “But I’m partial to these.”

Your face scrunches up as James takes a sip of what you like to call battery acid in a can.

James makes a big show of acting refreshed, emitting a long sigh when the can leaves his lips, “Not your cup of tea, I take it?” James raises an eyebrow.

“My cup of tea would be actual tea. Or coffee-“

“Coffee’s any better?”

“A million times, yes.”

“I beg to differ.”

“You can’t be serious.”

James’ eyes light up like you’ve just handed him a prize, “You’re right, that’s the bartender. ‘Ave you met him?”

It takes you a moment to register what he means, and then you’re rolling your eyes, “Oh, I’m gonna hear that joke a lot from you aren’t I?”

“You’re gonna hear that joke all day from everyone, Love, it’s a house favorite.”

As you’re about to quip back, Lily squeezes between you two to ring in some food.

“James, enough flirting. Some of your tables are starting to look pissed,” she says, tapping on the screen quickly to get the order in.

“I’m not flirting,” James protests, but the wink he shoots you begs to differ.

Lily takes a break from noting modifications for a sandwich order to look at you, “James is always flirting, you’ll learn to ignore him.”

James is looking at you over her shoulder, shaking his head and swirling his index finger by the side of hers, mouthing “she’s crazy.”

As Lily resumes removing tomatoes from the order, she catches James in the act and swats his hand away, “Seriously, James, they’re starting to flag me down because they haven’t seen you in ages.”

James clutches his hand close to his chest. His eyes flit between you and Lily, a mock-horrified look on his face that communicates “see, I told you she’s crazy!”

“Who?” he asks.

“Your tables, you dunce,” Lily hisses, but there are notes of humor in her voice.

James bares his teeth as grimaces and checks his wrist for a watch that doesn’t exist, “Bollocks, look at the time. Come Y/N, I’ll show you how to turn an angry table into a happy one.”

You have to stifle a laugh as you follow James to his tables, mentally adding him to the list of reasons why you really want to work here.

[gulicore]

2hollis smut based on his new song style^^ he catches u in the clubb or anywhere idk and loves ur style and how innocent u look and starts to get obsessed with you and everything ab u and eventually ends up having sex nd he would be the dominant one i saw a video of someone saying he’d talk u through it so i think thts cute

[JEALOUS] 18+ mdni

2Hollis x Reader

A/N: This isn’t exactly what you asked, but it’s heavily inspired by it !! Thank you for sending me this request, hope you like the story! Also huge shoutout to my friends who gave me ideas for this :,)

warnings/tags: smut, inappropriate language, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), dacryphilia, p in v, cumplay (i guess), fluff, soft dom!hollis

♡ you go to a club to celebrate your friends birthday and you get jealous when you see your crush talk to another girl. he confesses and things heat up.

w/c: 5.293 (no proofread) it’s pretty long ik

You met Hollis through Nate, a close friend of yours who introduced you a few months ago. Though you didn't know him well, you occasionally saw him at parties or gatherings with friends. Despite the limited interaction, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. Every time his eyes met yours, you’d blush and look away, and your heart would race whenever he got too close or accidentally brushed your hand.Not to mention that you spent many nights in bed, thinking about him while touching yourself.

Little did you know, he also thought about you more than he would a typical friend. Glancing at you when you’re not watching,sitting close to you or next to you whenever he could, liking your stories, his voice getting more unstable when he talked to you and his dick hardens everytime he sees you in revealing clothes. You thought about his actions all the time but maybe it was all in your head. “Maybe he's just being nice.It’s too good to be true, he doesn’t want me”, you kept telling yourself.

It was Nate’s birthday, and everyone was heading to a new club in town to celebrate. Hollis was invited too, of course, which made you feel a bit nervous. You wanted to look your best tonight—not because you hoped he'd notice you or anything. Totally not that.

You and some friends of yours arrived at the club first. Nate and Hollis would come later than you guys since they had some important things going on. You actually looked stunning tonight, getting countless compliments from your friends, but deep down, you couldn't help wishing that someone else would be the one complimenting you like this.

As you arrived at the club, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbled up in you. Your friend orders drinks for everyone and soon you get to dancing with the rest of the group. Clubbing isn’t your thing, you don’t really enjoy it. You’d much rather be home most of the time but you forced yourself to warm up to the idea of it and try to have fun with your friends tonight. You didn’t want to spoil Nate’s birthday with your bad mood anyway.

After a while of drinking,dancing and laughing with your friends,Nate and Hollis finally appear at the clubs entrance. You turn to look at them, feeling your stomach flutter when your eyes land on Hollis. Nate gave you a small wave,smiling softly, and you waved back at him,squeezing through the crowd trying to get to them.

“Hello birthday boy! Happy birthday you bastard!” you hug Nate and flash him a smile. “Thank you Y/N! Where’s everyone else?” he asks,looking around,trying to spot the group. “We’re all sitting over there! Come on!” you point toward the couch where everyone’s sitting,sipping on their drinks. Nate walks towards them,leaving you and Hollis behind.

“Hey, i thought you didn’t like clubs”,Hollis says,smiling at you,making you look back at him surprised “I..uh..I don’t really, but i can’t miss Nate’s birthday, can i?”, you laugh at him softly. “Nah i guess you can’t” he chuckles in return,his eyes meeting yours.”Hey uh,you look really nice…tonight…” his gaze shifting to the floor before looking back at you.

Your heart skips a beat, your cheeks turn a shade of pink that’s visible even under the vibrant club lights. You let out a soft chuckle, glancing down at your outfit, then meeting his gaze again.”Thanks…you look, very handsome as well”. You give him a gentle smile, locking eyes with him. Just as he’s about to speak, Nate’s voice calls out,cutting through the moment.” Come on, guys, over here!”.

You walk to the couch where everyone was, sitting next to one of your friends, while Hollis sits right infront of you on the other couch. Everyone was drinking and chatting to eachother, to the point where most of your friends were well past tipsy. “Come on Y/N drink!Dont be lame!” one of your friends urged.”Uh, no i don’t really drink, thanks tho!” you reply with a smile.”I don’t care Y/N, it’s Nate’s birthday, come on!”.

She shoves a glass of vodka into your hand, and although you hesitated, the pleading look on her face convinced you to give in. “Ah fuck it”, you muttered, and chugged the entire glass.”Yeahhh, now that’s the spirit!”, she grins. A few drinks later, you found yourself laughing and chatting with everyone, utterly drunk and caught up in the fun.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. Turning shyly, you met Hollis’s gaze. His eyes are fixed on you, taking in every detail—the way your soft thighs pressed together, how your dress had risen just enough to hint at the underwear beneath, and how your long hair fell down your chest and back, gently framing you. He was completely captivated by you tonight, his thoughts clouded by the sight of you. Your eyes look back at his, staring at him just like he did, your heartbeat quickening as your lips parted slightly in surprise.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by your friend’s voice, and you turn your gaze to her. ”Hey Y/N are you coming to the dance floor with us?”, she yelled through the loud music.”Oh yes ofcourse!”,your attention shifting back to her. As your friends headed to the dance floor, you stood up, trying to steady yourself before joining them. But before you could leave, you turn back to look at Hollis.

“Hey, wanna come dance?” you asked, extending your hand. He hesitated, then shook his head. “Nah, I’m good. You should go, though.” A wave of disappointment washed over you, but you nodded and made your way to the dance floor where your friends were. Dancing and moving to the electronic music, the alcohol fogging your mind, you got lost in the moment.

Hollis watched you from across the room, his gaze unnoticed as you danced to the rhythm of the music. The lights of the club reflected off your dress, making it sparkle as you moved,perfectly hugging your figure, and it was so short, so daringly short, that he could almost see the bottom of your ass when you moved too much.

He couldn’t help but imagine how you would look like without that dress,discarded on the floor, and how your soft skin would feel like under his fingertips. But before his sinful thoughts could wander further, a drunk girl, who seems to know him from somewhere, interrupted them, and she slid onto the couch next to him, pulling him back to reality.

You turned your gaze towards the couch where the rest of the group was sitting, and you spotted this random girl, sitting next to Hollis,a little too close, giggling and chatting with him. He seemed to really enjoy her company and it made your blood boil. “Who is this bitch?!”, you thought, frustration building inside you. You couldn’t think straight from the alcohol in your system, and in that moment, you decided you had to do something—anything—to catch his attention.

You started swaying your hips again, letting the music take over. A young man dancing next to you caught your attention, and you placed your hand on his shoulder, prompting him to turn and look at you. A drunk smirk appeared on your lips, and he mirrored it. You both began dancing together, your bodies gradually drawing closer and closer with every move. Moving in sync with the rhythm, you turned around, swaying your hips on his crotch, your hands raised in the air, fully immersed in the music.

Hollis’ smiling expression slowly fades into a more confused and angry one, as he stops the ongoing conversation with the girl and turns his gaze towards you. Seeing you dance so close to this random man,moving your body on his, made his blood boil, and his hands turned into fists, knuckles white from the force. The man’s hands move slowly on your hips, then travel their way to your ass, squeezing it.His mouth leaving a kiss on your neck.

You angrily turn around and push him away. “What the fuck are you doing?!” you yell, frowning your eyebrows,heart beating fast. “Woah baby, relax, dance with me” he puts his hands on your waist pulling you closer to him.”I’m not your fucking baby!Let go off me!”, you try to push him away and escape his grip, but he wouldn’t let go, until you felt a tall presence next to you, quickly shoving the other man away from you.

“Bro what’s your fucking problem, leave her alone!!”. You turn around to see Hollis, with an angry look on his face, staring at the man. “What is your problem dude? leave us alone we were dancing!”, the man yells back at him.”Clearly she doesn’t wanna dance with you anymore…”, Hollis grabs his arm tightly, “…so get the fuck away before i cut your dick off.” The man doesn’t say anything, just pulls his arm away from Hollis’ grip and walks away further into the crowd.

He turns his gaze back to you. ”Hey are you alright?did he hurt you?”, a look of concern mixed with anger appears on his face. ”No, i’m fine. Not like you care or anything.” you mutter, looking away. “What?What do you mean?!” he says, slightly yelling. “Just leave me alone Hollis…” you try to push him away but you’re too drunk and wobbly, all your strength has left your body. “…go back to drooling over that girl” you aggressively point at her, taking a small step back, your dizzy mind trying to steady yourself.

“Y/N what are you talking about?!” he shouts, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist, but you quickly jerk it away. “Leave me the fuck alone Hollis!…” you yell, your voice trembling as tears well up in your eyes, “…just, go back to her…”, you lower your gaze to the floor, tears rolling down your face, then shove him away and dash towards the exit of the club.

Hollis calls your name, desperately hoping you'll stop and turn back, but you don’t. He pushes through the crowd, finally making his way outside. The cold night air sends a chill down his spine as he scans the streets for you, but you’re nowhere in sight. Just as he starts to lose hope, he catches sight of you sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall of the alley beside the club,your hands covering your face.

He walks towards you, one hand in his pocket, the other scratching the back of his neck. “Y/N, why are you acting like this?”, he asks, his voice laced with concern. You glance up at him standing in front of you, and release a heavy sigh.

“I told you to go back to that girl!” you say angrily, your gaze shifting away. He places his hands on his hips, tilting his head slightly as he teases, “Oh? So you’re jealous, then? Is that it?” You shake your head, refusing to meet his eyes. “No, I’m not,” you reply, your expression unreadable. “Okay, then i’m going back inside” he says confidently, and you mutter back in response, “Whatever…” covering your face with your hands once again, sighing.

Without you realising, he takes a step forward, leaning down toward you.”Think about it Y/N. Is that really what you want?” his voice soft but clear. You uncover your eyes and meet his gaze, slowly getting up on your feet again. ”Yeah, that’s what i want.” you reply, locking eyes with him as his tall figure moves even closer, nearly closing the distance between you, your body pushed against the cold wall. His head leans in, his mouth inches from yours. “Yeah?” A teasing smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

You inch closer to him, your breath mingling with his, the need to close the gap and crash your lips on his growing stronger. Just as his lips are about to meet yours, the sound of your friends calling your names,mixed with voices and chatter, break through the moment. Hollis takes a small step back, clearing his throat, before turning toward the source of the noise. You follow him silently, trailing behind as he walks, the tension between you both lingering in the air.

"Hey, bro, Nate isn’t feeling well. Can you drive him home?" your friend asks, struggling to keep a very drunk Nate steady beside him. Hollis hesitates for a moment, glancing at you before responding, “Uh, yeah, I guess I can.” He walks over to help your friend carry Nate to his car. You fidget, then mumble quietly, "Hey, um, Hollis? Can you drive me home too? I really don’t want to be here anymore…” He looks at you, giving you a reassuring nod. “Yeah, of course. Get in.”

Nate slurred nonsense from the passenger seat, his rambling barely making sense, which made you chuckle quietly. Hollis, keeping his focus on the road, glanced up at the rearview mirror, his gaze briefly meeting yours. You stare back at him, offering a shy smile before returning your attention to the window beside you, the cool night air brushing against the glass.

After a while, you finally arrive at Nate’s house. Hollis gets out of the car and, without a word, helps Nate get out of it, carrying him toward his apartment. Left alone in the car, you sit quietly, your thoughts swirling. After a moment, you step out of the car, making your way to the passenger seat. You close the door behind you, settling in as you wait for Hollis to return, tension still lingering in the air.

You hear Hollis finally get out of the building, his footsteps approaching the car before he slides into the seat. He notices that you've switched seats, but says nothing, not wanting to make things awkward. "Right, let’s go then," he murmurs, and you nod in response.

The drive to your house passes in silence, tension filling the car. You rest your head against the window, gazing out at the lights of the city’s nightlife as he drove.Lost in your thoughts, you remain unaware of Hollis stealing occasional glances at you, your flushed cheeks from the alcohol, and your soft,thick thighs gently pressed together.

You finally arrive outside the building where your apartment is located. "I better get going", you murmur, preparing to exit the car, but Hollis's voice stops you. "Hey, uh, can I walk you to your apartment? I just want to make sure you get home safely, since you’re drunk and all." You raise an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh, you don’t have to, but… okay.”

You give him an annoyed glance before shutting the door behind you. He follows, stepping out of the car, and walks silently beside you as you head to your apartment. Finally arriving at your apartments door, you take your keys out and open the door, but before you could get it,Hollis’s voice stops your movement.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. You turn to face him, still holding the keys in your hand."No... I'm still mad," you respond, your eyebrows furrowing in frustration."But why are you mad, Y/N?" He steps closer, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips."You know," you reply, glaring up at his tall frame, irritation evident on your face."Do I?" He tilts his head, his eyes locking onto yours as he closes the distance between you, his gaze unwavering. You only nod in response.

"I want to hear it from you, Y/N," he says, his tone now serious. "Use your words."You hesitate for a moment, gathering your thoughts before speaking. "I can't stand seeing all these girls around you," you admit, your voice rising with frustration. "And I know I have no right to say this, 'cause you're not mine—"

Before you can finish, he steps even closer."This could change," he says, his expression hardening, his voice steady."What do you mean?" you ask, confusion creeping into your tone. Your voice shakes slightly."Come on, Y/N. Isn’t that what you want?" His words catch you off guard, and surprise flashes across your face."I-uh..." You stammer, at a loss for words.

He lowers his head, bringing it closer to yours. "I need an answer, Y/N. Because that's definitely what i want," he says, his voice softening."What about the other girl, Hollis?" you snap, your frustration and annoyance bubbling over."There is no other girl," he responds, his hands moving to hold your arms firmly.You glance at his grip, then back up to meet his gaze."But—" you start, but he cuts you off, his voice sharp.

"No buts, Y/N.She's just an old friend. There’s no other girl." he insists, his voice rising with frustration. His grip on your arms tightens just slightly. "How do I know you’re not lying to me?" you ask, your voice low and unsteady, a knot forming in your throat as you swallow hard. Hollis steps closer, his face mere inches from yours. "Let me prove it to you." he whispers.

And in that moment, he closes the gap between you, kissing you softly.You hesitate for just a second, but soon, your body surrenders, and you kiss him back, the tension melting as his hands move from your arms to your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss becomes messier,more passionate. Hollis opens the door fully with his hand, without breaking the kiss, and he pushes you through, closing the door behind him.

He pushes you on the wall, his grip on your waist tightens and he slowly moves one hand on your ass, giving it a soft squeeze, still kissing you hungrily. A small moan escapes your mouth from his action, making him smile softly against your lips. “Yeah?You like that?” he says, almost whispering, and all you can do is whine in response.

He chuckles at your reaction, and then softly moves both his hands on your ass, squeezing it harder this time.”You know…” he moves his mouth to your neck,leaving a soft kiss on your skin. “…I like it that you’re jealous, shit fucking turns me on.” Your breath unsteady, a short sigh escapes your mouth, and your grip tightens on his shoulders as he leaves sloppy kisses on your neck and jaw.

His hands travel to your thighs, lifting your dress just a bit, feeling the soft skin underneath.”You wore this for me, didn’t you?” he whispers on your neck, his voice low. A shaky ”Maybe.” leaves your mouth and he chuckles softly on your neck.

”Fucking slut.” a soft gasp leaves your mouth and your grip on his hair tightens, his words making the heat between your legs grow more and more.”I wanted to look good for you.” you shyly admit. “Yeah baby? And why’s that, hm?” he says softly, looking down at you. Your knees getting weak hearing the pet name.

“So we could end up like this.” you quietly reply, giving him a sultry look. He just smile’s wide before attacking your mouth again,kissing you passionately. Your body surrenders to his touch, and you moan into the kiss. His hand slowly travels under the hem of your dress and he suddenly moves his fingers over your panties, feeling your heat. “So wet ‘f me…and i barely even touched you.” You whine and slightly pull his hair.

“Please…” you whisper under your breath, pulling him closer. “What is it baby, tell me” he teases you. His fingers sitting on your inner thigh. “ ‘Want more…please.” you plead, almost on the verge of tears from how needy you are for him. “Tell me what you want baby.” he murmurs softly, his lips brushing your ear. “Touch me more” you beg, pressing your body closer. Your words only making the tent in his jeans bigger.

“Like this?” he coos, putting his fingers on your panties again, this time slowly moving them in circles. You can’t help but stutter and moan in his ear. “Y-yeah”, you put your hands around his neck to steady your self, small whines escaping your mouth, making him groan softly. He quickens the pace of his fingers, the thin fabric of your panties getting more and more soaked.

Your breath quickens,chest moving up and down,you push your hips harder on his fingers,almost grinding on them. “So needy,baby” he mutters, slowly moving your panties to the side, and places two fingers over your wet folds, teasing you. You gasp from the sudden touch “Mhh,fuck..”, he starts moving them in circles over your bare clit, kissing your neck hungrily, leaving hickeys on the soft skin.

You whine again, his actions bringing you closer and closer to release.Without a warning he shoves his fingers inside you,moving them in and out of your soaked hole,making you moan in his ear.An intense feeling grows on your abdomen the faster he goes, his thumb circling your clit.

Your body starts trembling,moans getting louder, but he cuts you off, “Not yet”. A soft whine leaves your mouth as he releases his fingers from you, wiping them on your inner thigh. “W-What are you doing?” you ask, almost tearing up from the loss of pleasure. He crashes his lips into yours once again, pulling your dress over your head,discarding it from you.His hands start roaming your body.

He palms your breasts, squeezing them softly, while kissing and biting on your neck. He then moves his hands to your sides,slowly lowering them to your waist, then to your ass gripping it, and lastly to your thighs, pulling one leg to his side, stroking the soft skin. “Jump.” he commands, his voice low and steady, and you do what he says without second thoughts.

You wrap your legs around his waist, your bare chest pressed against his,and kiss his neck gently while he carries you to the bedroom, holding you tight. You enter the bedroom and he sits down at the end of the bed, with you on his lap. You tug on his shirt and he takes it off in one motion.He kisses your neck hungrily, grounding your hips on his hard tent. You can’t help but slowy grind on him,putting ur hands on his abs steadying yourself while he kisses you. But once again he stops you. “Nuh-uh,on your knees.” he says softly against your ear, his command sending shivers down your spine.

You swallow hard and pull yourself out of his lap, getting on your knees infront of him, hands resting on your lap, and you look up at him with needy eyes, waiting. He leans down at you, cupping your cheek with his hand,caressing it. His thumb softly moves on your lower lip and he pulls you in for a kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he unbuckles his belt and slightly pulls his pants lower.

You lean closer deepening the kiss and innocently place your hand on his bulge over his boxers, feeling his hard cock twitch under your touch, only making you even more soaked. He moans into the kiss, your breaths mingling. You move your hand to the waistband of his boxers pulling them down slowly, until his hard erection proudly pops up. You gasp at the sight, and your cheeks instantly turn red.

Hollis chuckles at your reaction and places his hand on your head, softly stroking your hair. “Don’t worry baby, i know you can take it.” Swallowing hard, surprised by his size, you hesitate at first. But then, you gently move your hand on his dick, making him flinch from your touch. You place your other on his thigh and you softly put your tongue on his length, giving it a small but slow lick.

“Fuck…mmh” he mutters. His grip on your head tightens,fingers mingling with your hair. Saliva drooling from your tongue to his tip, you look up at him, taking it in your lips,softly sucking and kissing it. “Shit…”, his breath quickening, the way you look up at him only making his tip leak more into your soft lips.

You move your mouth lower, slowly adjusting to the length, and once you’re comfortable enough, you start bobbing your head up and down, your hand gently bumping the length your mouth couldn’t fit, making his head fall back, eyes closed. His chest moves up and down, his breath shaky,and soft moans leave his mouth. He takes most of your hair in his grip and gently pushes your head lower.

You gag from the sudden movement, eyes tearing up, but you only get wetter. “So pretty ‘f me…choking on my dick like that,such a good girl”, his words make you moan on his dick. The vibrations of your mouth making him push your head lower,bringing him closer to his peak. Tears fall from your eyes to your cheeks, but you fucking love how vulnerable you look for him, and he surely does too.

He pushes your head up and down faster, wiping your tears away from your face, but when he���s about to finish, he stops you, pulling your head away from him. You gasp for air and look at him confused,saliva and precum covering your lips and chin.”W-Why did you stop me? Did i do something wrong?” you ask concerned. “No baby, ‘just wanna make you cum first” his voice soft and quiet, a pool forming in your underwear.

He wipes your chin with his thumb and brings you closer for a gentle kiss. He pats his thighs, and you shyly climb up to his lap once again. He leaves sloppy kisses on your jaw, moving lower to your neck and collarbone, while his fingers play with your nipple. You lean your head back for better access, and he brings his mouth to your other nipple, sucking it and circling his warm tongue on it.

Your soft moans fill the room, but he stops his actions and grabs your waist turning you over on the bed so he’s on top of you. He wents back to kissing you, so gently this time, stroking your hair. He lowers his kisses down to your stomach, his hands softly gripping your hips. He stops and looks at you.

“Open your legs.” his voice clear and serious. Your heartbeat quickens at his words and you look down at him,slowly opening your legs. ”Good girl” he mutters, and moves his body between your thighs caressing them softly. He puts his fingers on your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness, and you move your hips to his touch.

“Getting so soaked just from sucking my dick. Such a fucking slut.”, you whine at his harsh comment, but it turns you on even more. He moves his hand to the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them down till they’re completely off your body. He grips on your thighs,slightly pulling them apart, almost drooling from the sight in front of him. “Fuck..”, he says under his breath, speechless.

He places soft kisses on your inner thighs, slowly getting closer to where you need him the most. He brings two fingers on your folds, moving them around, his other arm still wrapped around your thigh. “Please…” ,you murmur, slowly grinding on his fingers. “Be patient baby.” he slowly moves his fingers on your clit, making you whine. Leaning closer, he places a kiss on your heat, catching you by surprise,his fingers not leaving.

You put your hand on his hair, tugging on it. He starts moving his lips and tongue slowly on your clit,while his fingers still play with your folds. “Oh my god…fuck” your grip on his hair tightens, your squirm ,needing to feel more. He squeezes your thigh and pins your hips to bed, holding you still. His fingers slowly moving towards your dripping hole,until he shoves them in, bumping them in and out of you while his mouth overstimulates you.

You moan uncontrollably, biting your lip, and he can tell that you’re close. His mouth gets sloppier and messier, until he stops his actions completely,taking his fingers out of you, leaving you whining and pleading for more. His grip on your thigh releases, and he leans over you, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead,moving a strand of hair away from your face.

He then proceeds to take off his jeans and boxers completely,making you squeeze your thighs together from anticipation. He hovers over you, kissing you passionately, his hand placed next your head to support himself, and the other takes his length in his hand, giving it a few strokes before sliding it over your swollen pussy,teasing you. You flinch at his actions, gripping his toned arms. “So needy for my cock.” he murmurs, a small whine leaving your mouth.

He slides himself into you and groans, making you gasp, as he slowly moves deeper adjusting to your hole.Your grip on his shoulders so tight that left marks from your nails on his skin. His pace starting to quicken, shoving himself in and out of you, pleasure overfills your whole body and you moan his name.

Your arms around his back, you leave scratches that will definitely be there for days. He leans to kiss your neck, biting softly on the marks he left before, and puts your legs on his shoulders, deepening his thrusts. He leans back to look at you,grabbing and squeezing one your breasts while the other hand is caressing your thigh.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well”. Hearing him praise you like that makes your pussy clench around him. “Please…”, you whine, your breath quickening. ” ‘m gonna cum”, you tighten your grip on his arms and look down,tears falling on your cheeks from the intense pleasure, the sight of him fucking your hole making you come closer to the edge. “Cum for me baby, ‘m close too.” His soft voice making your whole body shake and a loud moan leaves your mouth as you cum on his dick.

His thrusts get slower and sloppier, overstimulating your throbbing core, until he finally pulls out and finishes on your belly. Giving himself a few more pumps until every drop is on you while you catch your breath, he wipes some of the sticky liquid with his fingers, and brings them to your mouth. “Open”, he commands. Your cheeks flushed, you do as he says, and he shoves his fingers into your mouth. You suck on them,licking them clean, tasting him.

They leave your mouth with a pop, and he gives you a kiss on the cheek,wiping your tears away with his thumb. "Come on, let's get clean, hm?" His voice is soft.You nod and flash him a smile. Gently, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. Warm water cascades over both of you as he carefully washes your body and hair, his gaze filled with admiration. Once he's done, he slips into his boxers and jeans, then sits on the bed, waiting for you to finish getting ready for the night.

"Hollis?" you murmur, sitting beside him on the bed. "Yeah?" he replies softly. "Will you leave me now?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly. A worried look crosses your face as you nervously tug at the hem of your shirt."Not a chance, baby," he says with a smile, gently taking your hand in his. Your face brightens, and without a word, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

You slide under the covers, curling up together. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’ve wanted you for ages.” he admits softly. “Me too.” you reply, your voice quiet but earnest. “I hated when random girls were all over you,i wanted you to myself.”He chuckles, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You don’t have to worry about that now.”, and with a tender kiss, the two of you drift off to sleep.

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A/N: This it yall, i know it’s not the best but it’s my first time writing something and i really tried to make it atleast decent :P Let me know if you liked it guys! I’d love to hear your feedback, i wanna know what you’d change/do better.

[toxicroyjamie]

Rip Ted Lasso cheesy sitcom filler episodes. Roy’s 40th birthday episode where he grapples with mortality while everyone runs around trying to throw him a surprise party…Ted and Beard double date episode…flashback episode with the original actors but different haircuts…bottle episode in the locker room!!

YES LITERALLY LITERALLY LITERALLY ....

- X rated Will Kitman antics episode. Drugs. Sex. Booze. Gambling. And he shows up at work the next day looking cute as a button :)

- Team Bonding Trip to a countryside retreat of some kind goes horribly wrong. The boys end up sleeping four to a bed Charlie and the Chocolate Factory grandparents style, it pours rain the entire time, the power goes out, etc. Of course at the end they wind up having a great time and come out stronger as a team, but it's touch and go for a while because Jamie can't blowdry his hair

- Phoebe and Keeley girls' day out episode!!! Roy doesn't come up once, they talk about vampires all day in various scenic locations around London

- Anthology episode where the bus breaks down in a storm and Ted suggests they tell spooky stories while they wait for the tow truck. I know everyone hates anthology episodes but I think they're fun

(Bumbercatch's story is borderline incomprehensible and really more of a conspiracy theory about the Cars franchise than a story. Nate's story is about a guy whose dad is disappointed in the choices he's made for himself. Dani's story is about a ghost dog haunting the person who killed him by sneaking up and biting his nuts while he has his eyes closed in the shower, and it becomes increasingly clear that this is a very real fear he has about Earl. Roy's story of course is so violent and graphic that everyone is genuinely terrified, and Ted has to step in with a campy cowboy ghost story that culminates in a tense silence broken by Beard yelling out and jumpscaring everyone)

- 00s party boy Roy flashback ep (Brett Goldstein in a wig as you said. Obviously)!!!!!!! Near the end he scores some momentous goal and we see Georgie and baby Jamie in a Kent kit celebrating in front of the TV lol

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don’t be shy post the dark stuff😽😽

darker!headcanons (gets darker as you scroll)

here's the watered down version

there's a lot. i know. but at least ONE person out there will enjoy it, so yeah. @flow33didontsmoke, this one's for you.

1.

I think he absolutely ADORES the fact that you don't want to date him because it gives him much more freedom. For instance :

☆ He doesn't like giving his girlfriends too many gifts, or they'll come to expect it

☆ But you? You're not his girlfriend. No, he's giving you things that only you two know about.

☆ You're getting tequila, vintage Queen vinyls (plus a whole ass fucking record player)

☆ Plus, you not dating him means he can post shit like this online without anyone hate-messaging you :

- Fentwhores don't have ANY blackmail rights (c.f)

@ shanecrestin when taking a girl to a club on the first date DOESN'T get her to put out : 🤯 (public)

smear campaign 100%.

☆ Speaking of online, he's considered telling you he has an alt, but he doesn't even use it much, so what's even the point? I really think he's been keeping tabs on you with the alt account for much longer than you'd guess if you found out about it. Sarah024 has a lot of mutuals with you, of course you followed her back!

☆ He also overanalyzes everything you post. Checks your bio all the time. Checks your following, but that's a given. Checks shared activity. He tries looking for cryptic messages (in another life, he's a Swiftie) in your captions or stories, seeing if they mean anything.

☆ He has way too many pictures of you, and none of them are compromising positions. And it's that fact that freaks you out. He just has pictures of you? Just you? For shits and giggles? Just like the fact that he wanted a gun in your throat, but never intending to shoot? Shits and motherfucking giggles?!

☆ If Maddy ever invites you and Kat to join the cheer and football teams for dinner after a big game, there's no way in hell Shane's sitting anywhere but next to him, especially in full view of his phone, where said pictures are on his wallpaper. Like, ha, have you ever even been to her house, much less in her bedroom?

☆ As we know, Nate's been fucking with your supply of E. For a while, now. In the beginning, he didn't really think it was a big deal - he thought he was fucking with only Maddy's , because it'd get you to come to games, but Maddy was a lost cause. But he couldn't have his lucky charm ODd on the road somewhere, could he? But when you need it, he's also prone to increasing your E intake because then you'll be more likely to do whatever. Plus, craving him.

☆ You're not allowed to skip a party or not do something he wants you to, or he'll use your own hand to slit his wrist until you do. He's found this is much more effective (⚠️)

2.

He actually doesn't avoid you in school. He actively seeks you out.

☆ Because obviously the whole school saw him tweak out over your absence, so he figures it's no secret you mean something to him. They just don't have to know how much. Or even in what way.

☆ It's shit like smacking your ass, grabbing your hand and twirling you ballroom-style on his way to class while you're by your locker and throwing charm bracelets your way in the hallway yelling 'think fast, lucky charm!'

☆ He writes ridiculous shit on bathroom walls like 'Call Y/N for a good time', but then it's his number. It's over for whoever calls.

☆ When he comes to the grave realisation that not all theatre dudes are gay, he threatens the student-assistant of the drama teacher to remove you from all the plays until you get frustrated and quit [Point : Nate]

☆ Whole neighbourhood loves him (adults, anyway), so he's making the best impression with your goddamn family, praising you to them, talking about how he 'convinced you to quit your internship because your boss was a creep'. He gets invited to dinner.

☆ You don't know this, but when he calls you late at night, it's not for sex. He's most likely just having a nightmare. Annoying you is better than sleep.

☆ Sends you hate notes in your locker (or DMs from the alt account) so he can comfort you later (he likes riling himself up by imagining people actually saying this shit to you and stabbing them, like, ten times in the face, as he writes them 😇)

☆ Kinda pissed you didn't actually date Crestin, because what he wouldn't give to cuck that asshole out of existence!

☆ You're not allowed to do a lot of things, but he knows that if he tells you not to do them, you're just going to flip out and do them anyway.

☆ So he just makes sure you don't get an opportunity to do them first. For instance, at parties. He's not your boyfriend, he's not your babysitter, he's not going to be glued by your side, and you're grateful for it.

☆ But, he gets you this bottle of nail polish and a dress to match. The dress is just for him. The nail polish is the kind that changes colour when your drink's been tampered with. Meaningful shit like that.

☆ Never tells you that he always drinks less or smokes less weed than you, because what's the point? He's literally looking out for you. You would be grateful, anyway, he knows your response. Duh.

☆ Silently gives you more E or hard liquor to shut you up if you ever ask shit like 'what is this thing we're even doing here, Nate?' Like, nah. Shh. (⚠️)

☆ He's got your handwriting down to a TEE. and what does he do with it? Whenever you're passed out (drunk or high), he's reading through your journal and writing tiny little annotations here and there in your handwriting. No full entries, he's sure you'll figure it out, but subtle annotations, just enough to keep you confused.

'Nate got me an Elvis charm for my bracelet last week ' ~ he predated it to two weeks ago but he secretly attached an Elvis charm to the bracelet you're wearing while you slept three weeks ago, so...

☆ It's enough to genuinely confuse you. because WHEN? But the Elvis charm DID look familiar, like it had always been on...?

☆ He's Pavlov-ing you. Basically. To accept these odd annotations as truth.

☆ He doesn't know what you are, either, relationship-wise, and if he agrees on one thing with you, it's that he doesn't wanna find out.

☆ He's taken pictures off the net (and from times he's actually done it on his own) of slit palms, bleeding torsos and speedometers increasing to dangerous amounts, and his new favourite game is sending them to you to make you try to figure out if they're a) him, and b) currently happening or taken ages ago. (⚠️) Slightly more NSFW [again, you know me, non-explicit]

☆ I don't actually see Nate hooking up with you that often, at least not every fucking day or week. No, seriously. He's pretty sure he respects you too much for that, and that (at least in his mind) is true love. You love your girl. You love AND respect your wife. Huge difference, to him.

☆He sends you dick pics with his gun next to it. THE gun.

☆He fantasizes about his dad making a second attempt at offering you whatever it is he implied during dinner and beating the everloving shit out of him

☆ He also fantasizes about Shane trying to sleep with you without your consent and he swoops in and beats the everloving shit out of him, too (⚠️)

☆ Always actively trying to get you away from Maddy, but can't pretend like he doesn't picture the both of you together. Obviously gets off to that fact. It's a given.

☆ To elaborate on my point about 'different people deserving different things' , he's very gentle with you, treats you like porcelain, but just to piss you off. Just to be condescending.

☆ There are rare instances when he does drink more than you, but that's only when you're not with him when he drinks. That's when the differences between how he interacts with Maddy or Cassie and how he interacts with you are clearer

☆ With Maddy, he yelled, but he sought comfort. She was there for him.

☆ With Cassie, similar, but he didn't really seek much actual comfort besides someone next to him to make sure he's not being a whiny little bitch after his nightmares.

☆ You, though? He's sure if you knew half the shit Maddy knew, you wouldn't be this mean to him. You could probably even manage to be nice.

☆ Thing is, he doesn't want that. You're the only one in a long time that's let him call the shots but still had some sort of a backbone. Closest to a normal relationship he'll ever be.

☆ He wants to crawl inside you and stay there, you're so warm.

☆ So forgive him if he's not burying his face in your stomach for comfort or your neck for reassurance and is instead burying it in your thighs, when he's drunk and depressed.

☆ Re : overanalyzes everything you post - if he thinks your notes have any sort of connection to him, good or bad, you're getting laid that night.

☆ "Thought you hated me, baby? You're out here basically soft-launching me at this point. Yeah? That's kinda pathetic, don't you think?"

☆ If it's his favourite artist or song, you're basically proposing in his head.

☆ Get the fuck out of here if you think he's going to do anything other than call 'having sex' stupid shit like 'kissing you all over', because it sounds more romantic than it is, and as you know, he has a habit of pissing you off with that.

☆ He's fine with you dating other people - as if he's not in between girlfriends himself, he's not a hypocrite (in that regard, anyway) - but he's gotta have a schedule, 'cause no way he's sticking his tongue (or, y'know, dick) into something that's just had another one in it. But that's the thing : he has this benevolent rule because he knows you're not doing shit (except him) (⚠️)

☆ As I said, he has more fun with you than with you, so I don't think he sleeps with you as much as he would with Maddy or Cassie.

☆ That being said, he does do everything to treat you like a girlfriend without you actually being it. I'm talking fucks after games that he wins by scoring the touchdown that saves the Blackhawks, nudes (him, not you. He's deathly scared of the SlutPages or Shane getting hold of them) and also, paper airplanes during class. Game of Russian Roulette if the content's gonna be about how pretty you look or how pretty you would look, doing something else.

And finally, of course :

☆ COMPLETELY gets off on the fact that you were literally walking around engraved with his jersey number - hickeys are never gonna do it for him anymore.

[agentnatesewell]

Was about to ask this in a reply to your post, but it works better as an ask: do you have any idea what dress Suri will wear for their wedding? I love the clothes you tag for her on here so so much ♥️

Hello, darling Seren! Thank you so much for asking (and I am so happy you like the tagged clothes!)! I do have a few dresses in mind for Suri!

For when Suri and Nate elope, these are some of the dresses that I have in mind. The first two are more likely to be dresses she already has (or something in these styles), in case they make the decision to elope and leave immediately-ish. The third is if she has a little more time to duck into a bridal shop and find something ready to go

For something more formal, planned (which I imagine they’ll do something later), this is her dress!

Bonus fun dress(es)! I love these for the reception/after parties

[mariacallous]

Democrats are charging out of their national convention with enthusiasm and determination ― and in far better shape than seemed possible just a few weeks ago, when then-presumptive nominee President Joe Biden was headed for likely defeat.

Vice President Kamala Harris has wiped out Biden’s deficit in the polls, and now holds small but discernible leads over Donald Trump in both national and swing state surveys. She’s also expanded the electoral map, putting in play states such as North Carolina that seemed lost to Democrats when Biden was leading the ticket. As of this writing, Nate Silver’s predictive model suggests Harris is a 52.8% favorite to win.

It will take a few days for pollsters to figure out whether Harris got the traditional convention bounce, pushing her support even higher, or whether she got a version of it beforehand via the burst of activity and favorable press coverage around her campaign launch.

Either way, it’s hard to look back on the week in Chicago and deem it anything but a smashing political success, from the (still reverberating) call to arms by former first lady Michelle Obama to the (still circulating) sight of Gus Walz, son of vice presidential nominee Minnesota Gov. Tim, tearfully telling the crowd “that’s my dad!”

Harris, for her part, gave what my colleague Jen Bendery’s story called the “speech of her life.” Plenty of other analysts rendered similar judgments.

With a passionate, near-flawless delivery, Harris introduced herself as the daughter of immigrants who valued virtue and hard work, promising to fight for the middle class and vowing to protect democracy. She wrapped herself metaphorically in the flag and what she thinks it represents to the nation’s non-MAGA majority. The laser focus on trying to win over swing voters was impossible to miss, in part because it was such an overriding theme all week ― whether through cultural symbolism (like having the aging veterans of Walz’s championship high school football team appear on stage) or more overt outreach (like having former House Republican Adam Kinzinger give a prime-time address).

But the appeal to the political middle had some telling substantive elements too.

Insofar as Harris and Democrats talked about policy, they focused on causes such as bringing down prescription drug prices, providing paid leave or helping families to pay for child care ― ambitions considerably more modest than the loftier, more progressive “Medicare for All” calls that dominated the last Democratic presidential campaign and to which Harris herself once pledged fealty. Harris also went out of her way to back a bipartisan immigration bill that would tighten security without creating a pathway to citizenship for undocumented immigrants already here, which is a provision progressives have frequently called essential.

The platform evolved, with party leaders scrubbing a call to end the death penalty ― quietly, until my colleague Jessica Schulberg found out about it. They also refused requests to feature a Palestinian speaker on the conflict in Gaza. That part wasn’t so quiet, or unanticipated. In fact, the prospect of protests and disruptions over Biden’s support for Israel had fueled speculation that Chicago 2024 was going to end up as tumultuous as Chicago 1968. But as HuffPost’s Daniel Marans and Jonathan Nicholson observed, the fissures never blew up into 1968-style conflicts ― not over Gaza, or any other issues for that matter. On the contrary, the Democrats seemed improbably and almost impossibly unified, with would-be progressive dissidents like Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-N.Y.) sounding downright giddy about the Harris-Walz ticket.

What explains this unified enthusiasm? Three likely reasons come to mind. One in particular has a lot to do with how the party has changed in recent years ― and what it might be able to do if Harris manages to win.

Democrats In Array

One of these likely reasons is the threat Trump poses to individual liberties, the rule of law and democracy — threats progressives feel every bit as keenly as the more moderates in the party. These threats almost certainly seem even more menacing now after so many months watching Biden struggle.

Staring into the political abyss this way has been known to focus the mind.

Another possible factor is Harris’ identity. Electing the first woman president, not to mention the first Black woman and the first Asian woman, would have obvious symbolic value. But it would also have more practical effects — namely, bringing a new perspective to the presidency and making it easier for other women, and other nonwhite politicians, to make their own way to the Oval Office.

Progressives almost by definition care about these things, enough that it can help counterbalance appeal for politicians who see the ticket as less progressive than they might like. Barack Obama in 2008 benefited from just such a dynamic, as The New York Times’ David Leonhardt pointed out on Friday: “He was more moderate than some other Democratic candidates that year, yet he still excited many progressives.”

Harris notably hasn’t talked about herself as groundbreaker, and the campaign hasn’t made that possibility a focus in the way that, say, Hillary Clinton’s did in 2016. But that’s of a piece with Harris’ broader strategy since appeals tied to race or class can alienate some of the swing voters she’s trying to win. The voters who feel otherwise, meanwhile, don’t need reminders.

This brings us to the third, and potentially most important, theory for progressive enthusiasm: Democrats have gotten an awful lot done since Biden took office. An awful lot of it consisted of initiatives or reforms progressives have long championed. And most importantly, it all happened with progressives having a big seat at the table.

The most significant and visible of these accomplishments was the clean green energy investments of the Inflation Reduction Act, which add up (arguably) to the most important climate change legislation in history, plus the law’s health care provisions, which for the first time gave the federal government leverage over the prices of some high-priced drugs in Medicare.

But the list goes beyond that, to the appointment of aggressively pro-consumer and pro-labor officials at key federal agencies, and the burst of spending during the pandemic that (whatever its real or theorized effects on inflation) drove both unemployment and child poverty down to near-record levels.

All of these feel well short of the kinds of transformations progressives would prefer with, say, enactment of “Medicare for All.” But they had, are having or will have tangible, measurable effects on people’s lives — and are examples of the kind of achievements that might be possible if Harris wins and Democrats have control of both congressional houses again.

It so happens that these are also the kinds of achievements that animate up-and-coming party leaders, even if they are not members of the progressive wing — figures like Govs. Josh Shapiro of Pennsylvania and Gretchen Whitmer of Michigan, or Sen. Raphael Warnock of Georgia. Not coincidentally, all gave Harris rousing endorsements in prime- time speeches.

But that too is part of the story about unity: The party’s “moderate” wing today feels pretty strongly about using the federal government to make people’s lives better, just as it does about protecting the freedoms Trump threatens. They may emphasize it differently — focusing more exclusively on the Inflation Reduction Act’s clean energy manufacturing jobs, for example, and a bit less on its environmental impact. They still land in the same place on policy.

Whether these good feelings would carry through enough to enact a legislative agenda is obviously a separate question and one that is very secondary to the question of whether Democrats even get that opportunity.

The presidential race is still a toss-up, or maybe even a bit worse than that for Harris if the polling now is missing Trump votes the way it did in 2016 and again in 2020. Republicans remain by most accounts a slight favorite to hold at least one house of Congress.

But Harris is coming out of Chicago on a roll, with a party behind her as she reaches out to the swing voters she needs to win. That’s a pretty good place to be.

[letstripdotcom]

cold- matt sturniolo x fem!reader

a/n: i’ve looked at my first fic so many times that i’m starting to hate it so i’m gonna try and change up my style a little bit!

summary- due to the freezing weather, the triplets have to stay with you until the weather lets up

warnings- smutttt🤷‍♀️ kinda longgg but i rly like a good build up so bare with me

i have known nick matt and chris for as long as i can remember. our parents were best friends all throughout highschool, so growing up we spent every second together. I have a single mother, who raised me and my twin brother nate, so she always said marylou was just another parent for us.

they were there for all my birthday parties, they were there when my parents fought, they were there when i broke my leg for the first time, my first crush, every first day of school, and so much more.

nick was my all time best friend, i told him every detail about my life. he knew every one of my secrets. he knew all of my crushes, all of my fears, he was there when i got my first period, i called him after i had sex for the first time, and he was there when i cried in his arms after getting my heart shattered for the first time.

nick was basically the male version of me, so it was no surprise to him when i told him i had a crush on his triplet brother, matt. “it was obvious when you asked him to teach you how to ride a bike instead of me” he said popping candy into his mouth “nick i was like 9” i laughed. “the truth always unfolds” he says in a singy-songy voice “plus you’re the only person who laughs at his stupid jokes”

nick was right, every time matt would tell a joke it was like everything in the world was so funny. it was always like that around matt. every time i saw him it was like i had no control over my actions. i was just as close with him as i was nick and chris, but it was just different.

i discovered i had feelings for matt the summer before 8th grade. we were all at that age where you’ve just hit puberty and everything changes. we were out by the pool hanging out like the 5 of us always did when matt suddenly came up behind me, picked me up, and jumped in the water. after i got back up he made sure i was okay before laughing at me, and i laughed with him. he looked me in the eyes and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. my heart fluttered

matt had always been so sweet to me, but this summer it was different. we spent so much time together. we were attached at the hip for the rest of the summer. that was until school started back, and we didn’t have any classes together so we never had time to talk

one day a new kid came into my class and he was super cute. the teacher sat him in the empty desk next to me and we immediately hit it off. “hey i’m derek” he spoke as he sat down. “y/n!” i replied flashing him a sweet smile. we sat by eachother for the rest of the semester. one day he needed help with the work, so i gave him my number to talk to me after school. that night we stayed up on the phone for hours.

he finally asked me out on valentine’s day. i knew that deep down i still had feelings for matt, but i had to put them aside and focus fully on derek. we dated all the way from eighth grade to the middle of sophomore year. he broke up with me after the homecoming dance, and for a while i thought my world was going to end.

i left the dance early with nate and the triplets, and cried with them by my side for hours. once they went to bed, nick stayed in my room with me and i cried in his arms for hours. the next morning when i went down stairs, there was a basket of all my favorite candies, a blanket, and a card that read “i’m super sorry about the breakup. i love you so big and hope you get better soon. love, matt” i called matt and thanked him for the basket.

fast forward through sophomore and junior year, and now it’s winter break of our senior year. nick and i are still best friends, but me and matt aren’t nearly as close as we used to be. and just to clarify, winter in boston is terrible. it never gets above 20 degrees, and it occasionally gets higher than 10. right now, we were currently in the middle of a snow storm, so we were trapped inside. my days consisted of watching my favorite movies while occasionally being bothered by nate.

it was getting late, so i decided to get in the shower. i grab my usual sleep wear, a small tank top and whatever pajama shorts i have in my drawer. i was home alone, but about 20 minutes into my shower i hear ringing at my doorbell. i hurry up and get dried off and dressed, when the doorbell rings again. “coming!” i yell as i hurry down the steps

i open the door as i’m greeted by a strong gust of cold air, and my 3 favorite faces. “hey guys come in!” i said as i stepped out of the way “our pipes are entirely frozen until the ground defrosts, nate said we could stay here for a bit” nick said explaining the sudden visit. just as matt walked through the door, he leaned down close to my ear and whispered “you must be so cold in that outfit.” i looked down at ny chest, my nipples clearly hard from the cold air. fuck. i quickly ran upstairs to cover myself before coming back downstairs.

“nice hoodie” is all i hear then i look up to see matt staring at me. i look down to see the hoodie i was wearing. it was one matt gave me last winter when i didn’t have anything to wear one night at their house. i smile back at him and say “yeah i got it from this really weird kid on the side of the road once” “he must have good taste” he said matching my energy.

that was the thing about matt. i could go forever without talking to him and still feel like it had only been a day. as the three got settled on the couch. i grabbed blankets from my basket and distributed them. “aww no way you still have that!” chis said referring to my blanket. i looked at it and noticed it was the blanket matt gave me after my breakup. i know it’s old, but it’s always been my favorite blanket. i used it on every occasion, and it’s seen many tears.

as the movie started i couldn’t help but stare at matt when he wasn’t looking. the way the screen lit his face so perfectly in the dark light of the living room. then he opened up his phone and began typing. i few minutes later, i hear my phone go off.

matt: you seemed so cold earlier i’m glad my hoodie and blanket can keep you warm.

me: i’m glad too 😛🥶

matt: i almost forgot how good you looked in my hoodies.

me: matt what?

matt: you know how i feel about you.

just because you changed in 8th grade doesn’t mean i forgot about us.

i put my phone down and ran to my room. all it took was one text from matt and now i’m all hot and bothered. i sat on my bed trying to catch my breath. once i my hands stopped shaking so dramatically, i started typing up a text for nick.

before i could hit send, i heard footsteps coming up my stairs. “nick?” i said my voice obviously trembling. “sorry it’s just me” matt said entering my room. “look y/n i didn’t mean to scare you i jus-“ i cut him off my smashing my lips on to his. after a second i pulled back and immediately felt regret

“matt i’m sorry” i said “don’t apologize” before i had time to speak again he was kissing me hard. eventually the kissing turned into a very heated makeout. he sat down on the bed and i straddled him on his lap. both of us were clearly very needy. our teeth clashed and we groaned into each other’s mouths. i had my hands running through matt’s hair tugging on his brown curls.

he squeezed my ass and pulled me closer to him causing me to moan. i grinded on his lap steadily as we kissed eachother making him groan several times. his hands gripped my waist as my hands trailed up is shirt. i then ran my nails down his sides which caused matt to wince a little.

in one swift motion he let go of my waist and tugged my his hoodie off of my body, leaving me in the tiny tank top and shorts i was in earlier. “you must be freezing” he teased then stuck his hands down my top and cupped my bare breasts causing me to moan. matt saw that as ammunition and continued to massage my boobs.

“fuck matt don’t stop” i begged. i sounded so needy but i didn’t even mind. i had always wanted this moment with matt. he stopped and removed my top leaving my chest exposed. he then attached his mouth to my nipple, swirling his tongue around, then he moved to the other nipple and repeated those motions.

when he got up i ripped his shirt off then he attacked my neck leaving wet sloppy kisses. i dug my nails deep into the skin on his back which made him let out a slight whimper. he moved his hands down my body then he grabbed the waistband of my shorts. he looked at me in the eyes asking my for my permission.

“please matt” i whined almost a little too loud. he pulled my shorts down leaving me in just my panties. he lowered his head down to my waistline, leaving kisses all over. “fuck matt don’t tease” i whined. “just be patient, i’ve had to wait all my life for this” he demanded, his hoarse voice turning me on even more.

i rubbed my legs together hoping for some kind of friction. he gripped my thighs holding them still. he began to massage them as the continued to kiss my waist. the then made his way to my thighs kissing up til he reached my underwear.

he took them off tauntingly slow. the second they were off, he stuck his head between my legs and immediately latched his mouth onto my clit. i bit my lip hard trying to silence my moans. he sucked and licked and nibbled so well sending me into a euphoric state.

he started to finger me with one finger while he ate me out. my back arched so high off the bed i thought i could snap. my stomach tightened and i moaned his name “matt i’m bouta cum don’t stop! pls don’t stop!” all he did was hum, sending vibrations all up my body causing me to release.

he sat up with a corny smile on his face and looked me in the eyes. he grabbed my waist and quickly flipped me onto my stomach causing me to gasp. he lifted me so my ass was in the air “how do you wanna go about this?” he asked.

“fuck me like you mean it” i demanded, needing him right then and there. with that being said he removed his pants and his boxers in a flash, exposing his inches. i winced at the size, but i didn’t let it get to me.

“if you need me to stop just say ‘pink’ okay? it’ll be our safe word” he said. i nodded my head frantically becoming impatient.

suddenly he rammed into me at full speed causing me to almost scream, disregarding the people downstairs. he shoved my head into the pillow muffling my noises as he rammed ruthlessly into me.

this was a completely different side of matt. normally he was so sweet and gentle, but right now he was tearing me apart. not that i’m complaining. he thrusted into me with so much power i swore i could feel him up in my chest.

i screamed into the pillow and arched my back upwards causing him to get a better angle, hitting my g spot repeatedly. “fuck y/n you feel so good” he moaned. my legs shook once again. i clenched around matt causing his jaw to fall open as we both came. he fucked me through our highs never losing pace.

“remeber if you wanna stop now the word is pink” he said signaling he wasn’t ready to stop, but i wasn’t either. no matter how overstimulated i was becoming, i just couldn’t get enough. “please don’t stop matt” i begged.

he flipped me on my back where he can look me into my eyes and fucked into me slowly this time taking in every detail of my face. i had tears running down my eyes, my hair was a mess, and i couldn’t control the muscles in my face. i was an absolute mess under him but i didn’t mind at all.

he thrusted into me slowly as he dropped his head in the crook of my neck. “fuckkk. just like that. oh my g-god you feel amazing. i could do this forever.” he whispered praises in my ear sending me over the edge. i bit down on my swollen lip, causing it to bleed just a little as i released.

matt smirked as he pulled out and released thick white strings of cum all over my chest. he then licked it completely clean and smiled at me. “god you’re so beautiful, i’ve wanted you to be all mine forever” he said looking in your eyes.

“god matt i’ve loved you since we were 14” i admitted. he smiled at me and kissed me sweetly “ i knew you would be mine the second i laid eyes on you” he said “matt we were infants.” i joked “that’s besides the point, y/n. be my girlfriend?” he asked. “of course dummy” i kissed him.

kissing matt was so addictive. i just couldn’t stop once i started. “okay now let’s get you cleaned up and get to bed i’m so tired” he said standing up. he then picked me up bridal style and carried me into the shower.

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AHHH THE ENDD I HOPE YALL LIKE BC I LOVED WRITING ITTTT

[lilychan176]

Second Date Update (Gojo Satoru x Female reader)

Gojo is trying to get second date with you. For some reason, you were avoiding him??

Inspired by Brooke & Jeffrey In The Morning's Second date update radio segment. I got obsessed after listening to these on TikTok. One of the episodes has me thinking 'yep, he is so Gojo'. Then, boom! This story happened. It is written in dialogues because it is meant to be read like that. It's not my usual writing style so it was a new experience for me too.Also, Mechamaru might be a little OC because this is a modern setting without curses so I imagined him to be a bit more carefree. Besides, he has Miwa by his side, this guy is living out his dream.

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Kokichi & Miwa : “Welcome back to ‘MechaMiwa live podcast’s second date update segment!’ ”

Kokichi : “This is a segment where our listeners can DM us about their missing second date. You went on a great first date with someone and when you got no response for the second one, naturally you would grow curious as to why, right? So, we are here to call the other party for them and see the reasoning behind it.”

Miwa : “And, today we have Gojo Satoru from Tokyo, seeking contact for his second date.”

Kokichi : “Good morning, Gojo-san. How are you doing?”

Satoru : “Hey, Mechamaru. Hey, Miwa. Thanks for having me today.”

Miwa : “Thanks for reaching out to us, too, Gojo-san.”

Kokichi : “So, please tell us about your date again for our listeners.”

Satoru : “Yep, gladly! I first met her three weeks ago. We were at the cafe where they served a variety of desserts. But, it was a special day because they were having a time-limited special edition of Kikufuku. I got there pretty early because I was so excited about this. Only when I arrived, I noticed that each person would get only one package. But if you came as a couple, you would get up to five. I was bummed that I could only get one even if I got first in line. Just as I breathed out a sigh, I heard another sigh beside me. And I-”

He took a moment to exhale dreamily, “gosh, she was standing there. So beautiful under the morning sunlight. The way her hair strands danced with the breeze, the way her lips pouted at the news. Everything was jus-just breathtaking.”

Miwa : “Sounds like you have already fallen for her at first sight.”

Kokichi : “We might as well plan for the wedding rather than the second date, humm?”

Satoru : “You guys will know when you see her. She’s gorgeous … on the second nate, don’t.  I don’t want anyone to fall for her.”

Kokichi : “Oh no, don’t worry about it. I am happily engaged to my Miwa right here.”

Miwa giggled at his monotone response.

Satoru : “Oh cool, invite us to your wedding!”

Miwa : “We sure will, Gojo-san!”

Kokichi : “Okay now, what happened next?”

Satoru : “Yea, yeah! So, I asked her if she was thinking about the couple's deal. When she lifted up her eyes, they immediately got me enticed. Not lying but maybe it was the same for her, because she took a few moments to answer as well. Her voice was so adorable just like the rest of her.”

Kokichi : “Great, he is fanboying everything about her.”

Miwa : “Kokichi-kun, don’t be rude. I think it’s cute. Please go on, Gojo-san.”

Satoru : “When she nodded yes, we struck up a deal to pretend to be a couple for dessert. Even though it was just a fake one, it felt like we were on a real date. Conversations flew so fluidly between us. I learned a lot about her. Her being a vet, her pets, her hobbies, and vice versa. Get this, she has this cute side that when she curses, she uses 'Bugs' instead of 'Fuck'. So I called her 'Bugs Bunny' jokingly.” 

Kokichi : "Like the cartoon character rabbit? What did she say?"

Satoru : "She didn't dislike it if that's what you are asking. So after we were done eating, I didn’t want to just let her walk away like that. So, I offered to drive up to her workplace and ask for contact. She was blushful but agreed to do so.”

Miwa : “So, it was going well for both sides.”

Kokichi : “I agree, they are pretty positive signs.”

Miwa : “So, was that your first date?”

Satoru : “No, of course not. It’s not a date if I don’t get a girl a bouquet.”

Kokichi : “Wow! I think I just heard a lot of lady listeners swooning at that.”

Miwa : “So, you two met again?”

Satoru : “Sure did! We met two weekends ago for a date. I gave her a white lily bouquet at her door. She giggled so much with a blush. I took her out to an amusement park because she mentioned that she hadn’t been there since teenager. I got us a 24 hour pass so we went on a lot of rides all day. There was even a pretty lighting parade in the evening.”

Miwa : “Sounds so magical if you ask me. It was so innocent and fun.”

Satoru, his tone pretty smug : “Oh ho, it wasn’t all innocent though.”

Kokichi clapped his hands : “There you go, there is juicy news!”

Miwa shook her head with a smile : “... Boys.”

Satoru : “After the park, we had dinner at a pretty cool place, with views, music and everything. Let’s note that we both didn’t drink a sip of alcohol. I dislike getting drunk and she prefers smoothies more. We were having a warm, cozy vibe together. During the slow dance, we shared our first kiss.”

Kokichi : “Wait, you did slow dancing as well? With the same outfits from the amusement park? That’s bold.”

Miwa : “Oh please, like we did any better in the past. Remember the time when we-”

Kokichi, interrupting with a huge blush : “OKAY! Please continue, Gojo-san.”

Satoru chuckled at the couple : “So you two did some dirty-”

Kokichi : “This isn’t about us, please stop.”

Satoru : “Sure, if you say so. Continuing, after the kiss, we both could tell that the chemistry was only getting stronger and stronger. So, I asked her if she wanted to continue. When she shyly nodded on my chest, I felt like I could carry the whole world.”

Miwa : “Gods, she sounds so adorable.”

Satoru : “Right?? I drove back to my place, you know, getting handsy and flirty along the way. We made out on my porch, on my sofa, on my counter, and finally in my bedroom. And then-”

Satoru stopped a bit to let out a frustrated sigh, “I don’t know what went wrong. Her face turned pale and excused herself to the bathroom. I thought that maybe she wanted to wash herself a bit. It’s understandable if she likes to clean up. I was debating if I should join her when she came out fully dressed up.”

Miwa : “What?? What went wrong?”

Satoru : “She told me that she had a family emergency. So I asked her where I should drop her off. I don’t necessarily get along with my family but I can tell that she was the opposite so I got worried as well.”

Kokichi : “That was sweet of you, to be honest. You respected her side.”

Satoru : “Of course, I do. I really like her.”

Miwa : “Then, you took her to her family?”

Satoru murmured in discouragement, “she had a car pick her up. I thought it was a family car but no, it was a taxi she called in the bathroom. I made sure to let her know if she needed me for anything, she could call me anytimes. She gave me these sad puppy eyes and gave me one last kiss on my chin. Because she was much shorter than me, which is absolutely lovable to my dictionary, by the way.”

Kokichi : “She left with a kiss. That’s still a good sign.”

Miwa : “Did she send you a message afterward?”

Satoru : “She did. She texted me when she got home. She was both apologetic and short in her messages somehow. We chatted back and forth for the second date. I tried to adjust any time that she and I might be available but she just blew me off to meet up. She only replies to messages but no follow-up meetups. So, I got worried if I was a bit too much on the first date. I listened to you guys when I was stuck in traffic a lot of times before. So I tried to give it a shot.”

Miwa : “Of course, Gojo-san. That’s what we are here for.”

Kokichi : “Out of curiosity, did you go to her workplace? She did let you drive her there before.”

Satoru : “I was going to! But, my buddy Suguru advised me to respect her space so I only sent a few small bouquets to her work.”

Miwa : “Flowers at work? I am so jealous!”

Kokichi : “Wha- I always give you flowers though??”

Miwa : “Shhh! It’s not the same, we work in the same place.”

Satoru : “Should I send flowers for both of you then?”

Miwa : “YES!”

Kokichi : “No!”

Satoru chuckled heartily : “I will send some if you can get me my second date.”

Miwa : “Deal!”

Kokichi : “Oh my god. Fine, we will call her now!”

Satoru : “Yes, please!”

Miwa : “Now, please let me remind you that you need to stay mute during the phone call until we say otherwise.”

Satoru : “Consider me zipped up, Miwa.”

Kokichi : “Okay, calling now.”

.

.

.

You : “Hello?”

Miwa : “Hi! Is this __?”

You : “This is her.”

Miwa : “Hi, this is Miwa from the ‘MechaMiwa live podcast’. Have you heard of us before?”

You : “Oh, really! I have heard of you guys from my friend before. My friend Yu is a fan of yours!”

Kokichi : “Thank you! Thanks for listening, Yu!”

You : “Yeah, he likes you a lot. So, anyway, why are you calling?”

Miwa : “Yes, we have a segment called ‘Second Date Update’. It’s where we accept messages from our listeners about the pending second date. We ring up the other party and ask what went wrong to solve confusion or miscommunication.”

Kokichi : “Do you have any idea who might write about you to us?”

You gasped quietly : “Oh no, is this about Gojo Satoru?”

Kokichi snapped his fingers : “You got it.”

Miwa : “Is that a good ‘oh no’ or a bad ‘oh no’?”

You whined into your palm : “Both, maybe?”

Kokichi : “Really? What went wrong on the date?”

You : “No, no. Everything was perfect, he was- is perfect!”

Miwa : “Can you tell us about the issue then?”

You grew hesitant : “I dunno, it’s a bit personal.”

Kokichi : “You can drop some hints then?”

You pondered a moment before answering : “... I guess?”

Miwa : “Great! We will start there. What about the first meeting? He told us that you two met at a cafe.”

You answered with a little giggle : “Yes, we did. We pretended to be a couple to get more packs of special edition Kikufuku.”

Kokichi : “That’s a positive response. Was he interesting?”

You : “He is much more than that. Physically, he can be the most handsome guy I have and will ever see. He’s pretty tall and he has the prettiest eyes too. Personality-wise, he listened to me carefully. We talked about each other a lot that day. He even drove me to my work. Opening my door and everything. When he asked for my number, well, who am I to refuse a guy like him.”

Kokichi : “Okay, that marked up. You guys are each other’s fans.”

Miwa : “It’s adorable in the way you both talk about each other.”

You : “He told you about me?”

Kokichi : “He sure did but let’s get onto the second point now, yeah? How was the first date? Can you tell us about that, too?”

You : “Well, it started great.”

Kokichi : “Huh oh, so the problem is here.”

You : “Hmm, yeah, but not exactly? He was an amazing escort, he made sure that I enjoyed every part. Flowers , amusement park, dinner and more. He didn’t even kiss me until later. I can tell that he’s a physically affectionate person but- the ball was in my court. He didn’t make a move, he didn’t even hold my hand without my consent. I can decide on my own space and timing.”

Miwa was enthusiastic about her input : “I can feel that. Most men want to show off their masculine side so badly that they don’t want us ladies to even decide what to order in restaurants. Where is the cavalier these days, right?”

You : “Yeah, yeah. He was 10/10 perfect for the first date material.”

Kokichi’s voice was shocked : “Wait, so far, I’m not seeing a problem. Why didn’t you agree to another date then?”

You whined softly : “I know! He even sent these pretty flowers to my work because he thinks that he has done something wrong.”

Miwa : “So can you tell us what is the case here? Because he was as clueless as we are when he told us.”

You : “Uh… it’s a bit- it’s kind of embarrassing on my part.”

Kokichi : “Is it like ‘I farted while we were kissing’ or ‘My kisses were messy’ kind?”

You : “It would have been better if it’s the first one. But, neither.”

Miwa : “But, it was about kisses then?”

You : “... It’s after kisses?”

Kokichi : “He said you went home because of a family emergency.”

You : “Right, I did say that to him. It was a lie on my part.”

Miwa gasped quietly : “Was it? He believed it.”

You : “He did! I feel so bad because he kept worrying about it. I feel like a bad person now. He even called you two for help.”

Kokichi : “We are fetching any available hints now. The issue is between making out and leaving. So, was he kind of putting you off by rushing to the bedroom? Like he didn’t wait for your ready-to-go sign?”

Miwa : “He mentioned that he made out with you in a lot of different places when you two got to his place. If this will make you feel better, you won’t see us outside so you can tell me. Did you feel forced?”

You : “... Quite the opposite. He- huh, BUGS! Fine, I will tell you.”

Your voice got quieter : “Getting me ready wasn’t an issue, he made me come twice.”

Kokichi : “Okayyyy, he didn’t mention that.”

Miwa clapped her hands in pure girlhood : “Twice? Damn girl.”

You bashfully agreed : “Yeah, I know. Once on the sofa, once on the counter.”

Miwa teased cheerfully : “You naughty girl!”

You : “BUGS! Now that I say it out loud, I feel even more horrible.”

Kokichi : “You know, he even told us about the way you curse. He said it is cute that you use ‘Bugs’ rather than ‘Fuck’.”

Your tone carried a smile : “Yeah, he keeps teasing me Bugs Bunny because of it.”

Miwa : “Moving back a bit, did you get over sensitive after TWICE?”

You : “No, I was- I wanted to please him too. So, I zipped down his pants and … it- it was so big.”

Miwa : “You mean-”

You squealed : “It was the biggest I have even seen. I didn’t even know if it would fit me. We girls say that we can tell the man’s SIZE based on his height or fingers. But, I didn’t think it would be THAT big. I got freaked out and ran off to the bathroom.”

Kokichi : “Wow, he left that part but you sure did leave him HANGING.”

Your tone went higher in embarrassment : “Stop saying that! I know I was being a bad date to him.”

Miwa : “I’m sorry that it was overwhelming to you. Is that why you distanced yourself from him?”

You : “It was overwhelming, yes, but to tell you the truth, I like him a lot so I feel like I should tell him the truth but I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him THAT.”

Kokichi : “Then, you are in luck. Because you just practically told him that.”

You : “What?”

Miwa : “Yeah, Gojo-san was on the line the whole time.”

You : “Oh my bugs! You did NOT!”

Kokichi : “Gojo-san, are you there? I don’t know about you but I think her reason for putting off the second date sounds pretty much a huge male ego boost.”

Satoru’s husky voice came across : “Hey, Bunny.”

You squealed again : “He’s really here. BUGS! I hate you guys.”

Satoru : “Fuck, have I told you how much I enjoy hearing your voice?”

You : “... You did. Several times.”

Kokichi : “So, Gojo-san, was it the first time you got told that you are BIG down there?”

Satoru : “I did get told that before. But, I thought it was just dirty talk to get in the mood.”

Kokichi : “Well, congrats. Because a girl literally ran away after the first glance.”

Miwa : “Are you still there, girl?”

You mumbled : “I’m mortified.”

Kokichi : “At least you aren't petrified this time.”

Satoru softly reached out : “Bunny, hey baby. You don’t have to sleep with me if you don’t want to. We can enjoy each other’s company. You had fun in the cafe, the park, and at dinner, right?”

Your answer came slowly : “I did.”

Satoru : “I promise we won’t do that stuff unless you are ready.”

You : “It’s not like I don’t want to do it but I’m just kind of- worried.”

Satoru : “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with me. So, let’s just go for a walk in the park or aquarium. Anything, anywhere. Just give me a chance?”

Miwa was awed at the gesture : “Gojo-san is so swooned. Girl, what do you say? Another shot?”

You : “Well if you really don’t mind, let’s start with a cinema date this weekend. I want to see the new movie with you. I think you might like it.”

Satoru : “YESSS!”

Kokichi : “Wow! That’s a successful one. Congrats on winning out on a second date with your lady, Gojo-san.”

Satoru : “Thank you, guys, I will make sure to send you flowers.”

Kokichi : “Please don’t-”

Miwa : “Thank you, Gojo-san. And we will send you both an invitation to our wedding in the near future as well.”

Satoru : “We will look forward to it. And, Bunny?”

You : “Yes?”

Satoru : “You are still at work, Baby?”

You couldn’t help but smile at his endearing nicknames : “I am, I am just on a break.”

Satoru : “Awesome, can you come out to the front real quick.”

You : “Are you-”

Miwa : “Is he outside?”

You gasped when you saw him outside : “Yes, he is!”

Miwa : “What? When did he-”

Kokichi : “The man probably drove out as soon as he heard her complimenting him.”

Satoru : “Okay, I’m going to woo my girl now. Thanks again!”

Miwa : “Thank you to you two as well! See you at the wedding!”

Satoru hung up as soon as you ran out of the door, “Hey Bunny.”

You jogged before stopping a few steps away from him, “did you really drive down here? You know you shouldn’t phone and drive at the same time.”

He enjoyed you scolding him for his well-being. “I didn’t drive. I had my friend chauffeur me.”

You glanced behind him to see a dark-haired man saluting you playfully from the driver's seat, “he must be Suguru then?”

“Yeah, my bestie. I will introduce him to you later. For now”, he stopped in mid-sentence and hovered his hand over your cheek, letting you choose if he could touch you or not. When you bashfully leaned into his hand and looked up, he didn’t hold back to claim your soft lips. His other arm wrapped around your waist to pull you in. You were an oxygen for his reason to live. When his sunglasses became an obstacle, he threw them off to feel you on his skin better.

He only pulled back when you started to mewl from lack of air. His lips were still peeking at your cheeks and nose so gently, as if he wasn’t the one who stole your breaths earlier. A pair of his bright blue eyes looked at you as if you were the most beautiful being in the world.

“Satoru, we are outside”, you said that but you only leaned into him even closer.

His low chuckle reached your ears, “I can’t help it. I miss you so bad.”

You smiled on his chest and let your body be embraced under his arms. Your quiet confession came a beat later, “I miss you too, Satoru.”

X

[chiquititaosita]

Mami Mira

pairing: sanji x reader

post type: one shot (song fic)

contents: smut,established relationship, sanji falling in love with you even more, alcoholism, jealousy, suggestive, fluff, latina reader in mind, but this can be applied to all ethinicties song fan fic

summary: sanji is at a club at one of the local islands the sunny had docked, you both go and have fun, and here he is just admiring you dancing, that is until someone pulls you aside, and your man gets jealous, he takes matters into his own hands.

alexa play mami mira by mr capone-e, mr.criminal ,nate dogg

It’s around 9:30 p.m., almost ten on a Friday night. You all needed a break. It was decided by the captain to go out and dance. There you are getting ready, wearing a black y2k top, blue flare pants with rinestones that enhances your features and wearing your hair in a half-up, half-down style. Of course, your makeup looks amazing. shoes that were comfortable yet looking like a rare treasure.

You walked out of your quarters, exiting the hallway out of the girls' quarters, heading out on the main deck of the sunny. here you see your tall handsome blonde boyfriend ‘flying’ towards you “y/n chwan!!!!!!!!” you could hear the admiration in his voice as he’s admiring his beautiful meroline. “hi amor,” you smiled with a slight blush appearing on you complexion. he asked you to twirl before giving you a kiss on the cheek. there he just kept hyping you up and admiring how such of a ethereal being you are.

“you look so beautiful, as always.” he kisses the top of your head, holding your hands. y’all were visiting for a few moments until you heard a cough, from a certain red head. “ahem, I hope to not interrupt you love birds but we have a party to get to!” Nami walked out of the ship onto the dock, wearing a green backless cut out crisscross halter top and body con skirt. she wore some strapped heel pumps that had more of a grip rather than a normal heel.

“right sorry about that.” you laughed lightly walking out holding sanjis hand. “my darling…shall we ?” you nodded looking into his eyes as he loosened his tie just a teeny bit, walking with him “we shall.”

you wanna hang with big dogg and criminal, it’s in your eyes don’t give us love.

The club that luffy said y’all were supposed to be at was supposed to have big lights, and everything. you just hoped they had good music to dance to. you planned to not drink as much. mostly because the smell of alcohol is a bit overwhelming.

you saw the lights changed from different colors. Red to blue, blue to white. White to pink, pink to orange. it wasn’t at a fast speed, more at a slow pace. you felt relaxed, as your blonde boyfriend lightly traced circles on your skin. y’all were sitting down in a table where everyone in the crew placed their stuff.

The both of y’all had been a bit distant lately, due to the fact he’s been working a lot more, than fighting the marines out of nowhere. y’all haven’t spent anytime together recently. you just hoped you two will have a good time and for things to settle down.

“My love are you alright??” he whispered into your ear, when the music started getting a little bit loud. You shrugged. “Somewhat, im a bit thirsty.” You replied back to him with a slight blush kissing his lips, you were just a little tipsy. Not as tipsy as if you passed your limit. tipsy to the point where you still are aware of your surroundings. “I’ll go get you some water at the bar, let me know if you’re gonna be leaving the table.” He smiled and kissed your lips once more “I will I love you.” Just as you were about to say it. He left faster than the speed of light.

It's in your eyes you wanna give us some.

“Y/n! what are you doing sitting here all alone come dance with us! they’re gonna play our song.” you hear nami and robin walk towards you, as you were a bit slumped. “you barely get to have fun with us girls you know y/n chan.” Robin pat your head. you sighed as you got up from your seat. “Alright let me go find sanji and tell him.” You heard nami and robin whooop and cheer as they took a few more shots. you couldn’t help it THEYRE your best friends, your home girls.

They were so relived that you and sanji got together it was so adorable because they were like ‘PLEASE TAKE HIM! We’ve been suffering for so long!’ there you saw your boyfriend talking to another person, you suppose they were the bartender. “Sanji!” you yelled his name! he heard to the melodic voice of yours. His dark eyes saw you, gesturing to go with nami and robin and he mouthed “I love you! I’ll be there soon!” he blew a kiss at your direction as you rolled your eyes taking the kiss placing it to your chest.

Walking to the direction of nami and robin. there you robin and nami are dancing, you were just so content, relaxed. In all honesty you just missed him. He’s not dumb, he’s actually very observant.

he scanned to find you as he adjusted himself, there he saw you. He sees you moving your hips grinding on your best friends, shaking ass looking like a baddie as usual. He’s blushing madly than ever. That is until he feels something hard between his thighs. How he wants to take you in his arms. have you scratching his back, as he thrusts into you. it’s true he does miss you, he can’t help but blame himself for not spending enough of time with you. so there he goes in this thoughts.

That is until one particular person, tapped you on your shoulder. he had a dickies shirt on, some nice pants on, with a white tank top underneath and a chain on. he asked you if you wanted to dance with him, you were looking at your curly brow novio.

the male figure looked at your boyfriend, then at you. sanji looks at him, and groans in frustration now that he’s soft. he got out of his seat, taking out his cigarette putting it out on the ash tray on the table. walking behind you biting his bottom lip.

mami mira.

Sanji tapped behind your shoulder, hugging your waist stroking your hips up and down, glared at the male figure “thank you for keeping my lovely lady company, but her prince is here now.” he gave a deadly glare to the male, as he walked off. you sighed in relief looking at him, walking with him to the table, to sit down. you being the girl you are decided to sit on his lap.

you’re such a fine and such a sexy mamacita

“my hero.” you turned around as you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him while you’re sitting on his lap. as he pulls you close to him. “i haven’t been feeling like one..” he talks to you as he rubs his smooth, and structured hands behind your back, and hips to keep you from not falling.”

Been on my mind girl since the first time that I seen ya'

“por que? talk to me.” you smile at him, there you go again, you look at him with those beautiful eyes that have a hint of sparkle inside. he can’t help but to feel guilty for not protecting his princess. not even spending time with his princess. the maiden he wants to wake up from an eternal slumber. Your eyes was one of the first things he noticed

“I feel bad for not spending enough time with you, Mon amour.”

“Seeing that guy trying to make a move on you made me sick to my stomach.” He puffed out his cigarette, and looked back at you. “and i don’t even get sick.”

“I guess I just feel bad because. I’m so used to being around you all the time and I’m afraid you’ll leave me .” you sigh and kiss him lightly on his lips. letting go as y’all touch foreheads.

if you were my girl I would never ever leave ya, señorita

“Don’t feel bad, it happens sometimes life gets hectic and we have to do what we gotta do. I’m just happy i have you as my boyfriend/future husband/father of our kids, so what is there to lose. And who the fuck even said I’m ever leaving?” His eyes water at the fact that you’re being so understanding with him, no seriously protect this man at all cost. because he’s not used to having much compassion since his sister helped him. You wipe his tears, and kiss where they once where as a blush appears on his cheeks once more.

“I love you sanji .”

“I love you too y/n, I’m sorry ”

You hug him and press your lips against his with passion and admiration.he even deepened the kiss, knowing it’s happening, it’s reality. As he slightly moaned into your mouth.

something about you mami

“Don’t be sorry, remember we have a long time, and you’re not going anywhere because you’re mine .” as he fell to the side of the booth chair lying down laughing as he’s ticklish when you kiss him in certain places. You get off of him and grab his hand.

I'm feeling you girl can't you see that look in my eye?

“Come dance with me, the songs almost over!” He starts running with you as you’re shaking your ass on his crotch. mans is grabbing your waist. his eyes are heart shaped, and his nose is slightly bleeding. He’ll spin you a little bit to bring you closer to him, as he grabs your hands, sucks into your neck. “forgive me my dearest y/n i have to mark whats mine.” he continues, as he hears you let out a gasp parting your mouths

something about you mami

Sanji grabs the bottom to the top of one of your breasts as he begins to grind on your ass a little bit. The sensuality and the tension is rising in the depths of your bodies. he begins to let out a shaky breath as he starts to feel his cock slightly harden once again, almost feeling like a long balloon waiting to be popped. like a long rubber band. sanjis muscular yet slender hands are tracing under your skirt already slowly dry humping onto you, having a slow pace. “Let’s take this back home Mon amour.” He whispered huskily in your ear, as you nodded. walking back to the sunny, y’all went back into your bedroom, as he kept kissing you, mumbling praises.

“Your body looks so divine..” sanji had began to ‘throw’ you onto the bed with silk beige sheets, feeling it hugging your body, you’re looking up at sanji as he loosens his tie, rolling his sleeves. God the way your punani was already about to be soaking wet, it’s very high right now. Sanji had already taken your pants off. He smelt the scents of your pants,

“Already wet for me y/n-chan…you’re good for me..don’t worry I’ll wash these..I love these on you,” he speaks in a lower tone, as his breath is gazing at your undies, watching how soaked you are. he kissed those lips down there with the clothed cunt still wet, dripping. he starts by playfully licking the nub of your clit, as he slowly began to gently yank off your soaked panties, hoist your thighs and straddle them around his neck.

“sanji….f-fuck….” You started to mewl, and cover your mouth as he began to look up at you taking your hands and placing them on his scalp. “Grab. Me.. I want to hear you..” your breath was sl

“Awe is something wrong mami???”

'n-no sir.."

"good, wouldn't want you to feel pain now would we mon ange." sanji pushed you back again hoisting your thighs together with his muscular arms and lean build. licking your labia majora, as he moans into your soft plushy cunt, he begins to add one or two fingers to thrust inside, starting off slow when his member is slowly erecting again.

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January, 2014

Who said you can’t celebrate the new year 2 days after the fact? Nobody, that’s who.

The night was young, and X was alive. A beacon of escape. A place to drown worries in alcohol and music. Where Nate could lose herself. Where she could breathe.

With Lana at her side, she made her grand entrance, dolled up, eager to forget. The lights flashed a myriad of colours, the bass throbbed through the floor and up through their feet. Nate had already taken several shots back at the house with Lana; her cheeks were flushed, her movements a bit wobbly, but her confidence was sky-high.

“Bozhe moy, Natalka, slow down!” Lana yelled over the music, watching as Nate downed another shot at the bar like it was water. 

Nate wiped the back of her mouth with her hand, grinning. “Can’t slow down! We’re here to fucking party!”

Lana laughed, glancing cautiously at the bartender. Good job they actually knew the bartender tonight…

“She givin’ ya a rough time?”

“Rough time?” Lana scoffed. “Rough time is for valley girls and businessmen. We are Russian, we live rough.”

“Beckyyy,” Nate drawled, leaning back over the bar. “Hi!”

“Are yer sure you should be drinkin’, lassie?” Becky remarked in her regular Irish twang, folding her arms.

“Are you sure you didn’t get a job here just ‘cus your daddy owns it?” Nate murmured back, but still reached out to take Becky’s hands in hers. “I love you. Have a fantastic year…”

Becky tried her best not to burst out laughing; she’d seen enough drunken foolery in her time—and not just working at the club—and seeing Nate, someone she had fond memories of training alongside, in this state made it almost impossible.

“Tequila. More tequila is needed,” Nate grinned crookedly, resting her wait on top of the bar as Becky suspiciously obliged. If there was one thing the Irish and the Russian had in common… it was how easily they took their liquor. Make no mistake, Nate was smashed. But she’d already been drinking all night as it was.

“Listen,” Becky started, sliding across a row of 6 shots to Nate and Lana, “You look like you’re on a mission, girl. Just be careful, yeah?”

Nate flashed a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Careful is not my style, Becks. You know that.”

“Too well,” Becky muttered, shaking her head as she moved to the next customer.

Nate downed the first shot, the burn blazing a trail down her throat. She was about to reach for the second when a familiar voice grated on her nerves.

“Natalka.”

She didn’t need to look to know who it was—Borislav. He had a way of making her name sound like a curse, and she was too drunk to mask her irritation. Turning, she found him standing there with that smug look she loathed, and next to him was a guy she didn’t recognise. He can’t have been more than a few years older than Boris. He had brown hair, a cocky smile, and an air of arrogance that matched Boris down to perfection.

“Borislav,” Nate greeted flatly, the tequila dulling her already thinned patience. “What do you want?”

Boris ignored her tone, shooting that grin at her. “Just thought I would introduce you to a friend of mine.” He gestured to the guy beside him. “This is—”

“I don’t care,” Nate cut him off, not interested in the slightest. “Why are you here, Boris? Seriously. Did someone lose a bet?”

The man beside Boris chuckled, clearly amused, but Boris’ smile didn’t falter. “You are in… how you say… rare form, tonight. A few too many drinks?”

Lana tugged at Nate’s arm, trying to steer her away from the brewing confrontation. “Natalka, let’s just go dance, da? Ignorirovat’ yego.”

But Nate wasn’t having it. The alcohol fuelled her bravado, and she was itching for a fight. “Why don’t you and your boyfriend crawl back under whatever rock you came from, Boris?”

Boris’ face finally slipped, his eyes narrowing. “You are going to regret saying that to me, Natalka.”

“I already regret this entire conversation,” she shot back. She turned to Lana, rolling her eyes. “Let’s go.”

As they moved away, the guy with Boris—whose identity would remain a mystery—whispered something to Boris that Nate couldn’t hear. She didn’t care. She was done with him, with his smarmy attitude.

They pushed through the crowd towards the dancefloor again, but before they could reach it, a girl bumped into Nate, spilling a drink down her arm.

“Are you fucking serious?” Nate snapped, looking down to see if the drink had ruined her beige dress.

The girl, clearly not in the mood to apologise, scoffed. “Maybe you shouldn’t be in a club if you can’t handle your liquor. You look like a kid.”

Nate’s vision blurred with rage. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“You heard me,” the girl pursed her lips. “You clearly don’t belong here.” She grimaced at Nate’s presence as she turned to her friends. “Fuckin’ commies…”

Lana’s hand shot out, trying to pull Nate away, but it was too late. Before anyone could bat an eyelid, before she could even process what she was doing, Nate’s fist flew out in front of her. The punch landed square on the girl’s jaw, sending her reeling back into her group of friends.

Chaos erupted around them as the girl lunged back at Nate, grabbing at her hair and yanking her down. Before they knew it, they were both on the floor, grappling, screaming, throwing wild punches. Some of them landed, but a lot turned into stinging slaps. Nate even managed to throw some scratches in there at one point.

People gathered around them, shouting and goading them, but it all blurred into one anarchic mess for Nate.

“Get the fuck off me, you psycho!” the girl shrieked, but Nate was beyond reason.

It took two bouncers to pull them apart, Nate still swinging as they dragged her towards the exit. Becky watched from behind the bar as Nate and Lana were hauled out of the club.

Once outside, Nate stumbled into the wall, her head spinning, the adrenaline and alcohol crashing together in a violent wave of nausea.

“Holy shit, Nate,” Lana gasped, trying to steady her. “What the hell was that?”

Nate didn’t answer, too busy trying to keep herself upright. 

“Hey! I said leave!” one of the bouncers clapped at them, pointing down the street, where passersby on their own nights out stopped to watch the free entertainment.

“We’re going!” Lana snapped back, shooting a glare at him. “Otvali!”

“My dad is not gonna be ha—” Hiccup. “Happy about this!” Nate screamed, barely standing straight in her friend’s hold.

“Yeah, yeah, go on! Get outta here!” The bouncer huffed, waving them away. “You’re too young to be here, anyway, Volkov!”

Nate growled. Literally growled, as she readied herself to lunge at the bouncer in question. But Lana, for once, easily overpowered her and dragged her down the street.

“Let’s just go home,” Nate finally muttered in a defeated slur. “I’m done.”

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The mall was buzzing with activity, a hive of pre-holiday shoppers and the kind of forced cheer that Nate honestly found irritating. Almost as irritating as the combined scent of expensive perfume and freshly brewed coffee that radiated within the space of the sleek, modern building. 

She walked beside Katya and Alexei, her thoughts flitting and anywhere else but in the moment. Katya was chatting away, her voice its usual soft and delicate, as they approached the salon.

“I’m thinking a deep red for my nails, maybe something festive for the holidays. What do you think, Alexei?”

Alexei, with his ever-present smirk, gave a dismissive shrug. “Sure, whatever makes you happy, Katerina. Though I think black suits you better—more mysterious.” His eyes slid over to Nate, lingering in a way that made her want to spit right in his annoying face.

Clenching her fists, Nate looked back over at her sister. “Red is classy. You can never go wrong with it. Plus, it’s a gorgeous contrast with the blonde.” She reached up and loosely brushed Katya’s hair over her shoulder.

They entered the salon, an upscale place with gleaming surfaces and polished floors. Katya was instantly swept away by one of the stylists, who began fawning over how healthy her hair looked. Nate dropped onto a plush chair, feigning interest in a fashion magazine while Alexei leaned against the wall, shifting his gaze between the two sisters. It wasn’t that Nate wasn’t interested in fashion—she was—but considering the circumstances, fashion was the last thing on her mind.

“So,” Alexei drawled, his Slavic accent a low rumble, “How’s life treating you, Natalka?”

She hated when people used her full name like that, especially someone like him. “Same as always,” she replied curtly, flipping through a page of the magazine without actually reading it.

Alexei snorted, clearly unimpressed with her attempt at deflection. He was like Boris in all the wrong ways, maybe even worse, because he wore his cruelty like a badge of honour. She hated that he was around Katya, hated that he was here with them, hated most of all that he made her feel like a trapped animal at a time that should have been dedicated to sharing a special moment with her sister.

“You have been awfully quiet today. Something on your mind?”

Nate looked up at him, narrowing her eyes. “Just tired. And I’m not much of a salon person, as you may have noticed.”

He grinned, all teeth and menace. “Yeah, not exactly your scene. But it’s good that you are here. Can’t let little Katya wander off by herself, can we?”

She shot a glance toward Katya, who was blissfully unaware of the taut atmosphere between them. “She doesn’t need a babysitter.”

“Nyet,” Alexei agreed. “But you might.”

The implication in his words wasn’t lost on Nate, and it took everything in her not to snap back. Instead, she just forced a tight-lipped smile, checking the time on her phone for what felt like the hundredth time since they got here. It was almost three.

Katya’s laughter bubbled over from the styling station, breaking the tension for a moment. Nate took the opportunity to stand with a small groan, brushing her hands over her jeans. “I’m gonna go look at some laptops,” she announced.

Alexei’s eyes narrowed. “Dimitri said not to let you out of my sight.”

The casual way he mentioned her father’s orders made Nate roll her eyes impulsively. “I’m not a child. I’m going to the shop across the hall. You can still see me, it’ll be alright, I promise,” she chided, mocking his unofficial duties. “And besides,” she added, slipping her phone into her back pocket, “I’m kinda tired of being asked what I’m doing every two seconds.”

His jaw tensed, but he knew better than to push her too far in public. “Otlichno,” he relented, though his tone was anything but. “But don’t take too long. If Dimitri finds ou—”

“He won’t,” Nate cut him off, already moving toward the exit. “Keep an eye on Katya.”

She could feel Alexei’s eyes on her as she crossed the hall, her heart pounding from the thrill of having a small sliver of freedom.

She’d been counting down the minutes until this moment, her thoughts focused on what was coming rather than on Alexei’s unnerving presence. As she stepped past the threshold of the Apple store, she quickly scanned the parameters, searching for a familiar face among the customers and staff.

There she was—Lana, standing behind the Genius Bar, typing away on a spanking new iMac. Nate made her way over with a casual stride, taking a moment to look as inconspicuous as she could, pretending to size up different products until she stopped in front of her friend.

“Hey.”

Lana looked up from her work, her expression brightening as she saw Nate. “Natalka! Didn’t expect to see you here. What’s up, milyy?”

Nate glanced over her shoulder, making sure Alexei was still lurking by the entrance to the salon, distracted by his phone. She leaned in closer to Lana, lowering her voice. “I need a favour. Can I use the back entrance?”

Lana’s brows furrowed in confusion, but she didn’t hesitate. “Da, da… Everything alright?”

“Yeah, just… need to get some air without being followed, you know?”

The blonde’s expression softened in understanding, glancing over Nate’s shoulder and at the salon opposite the store. “Follow me.”

Lana led Nate through the made of displays and rows of devices, toward an unmarked door at the back of the store. She pulled out a set of keys, unlocking the door and pushing it open to reveal a narrow hallway.

“Thanks, Lana,” Nate said. “I owe you one.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Lana replied with a smile. “Be careful.”

Nate nodded, and proceeded to make her way down the hallway, hearing the door click shut behind her. She walked quickly, footsteps echoing off the cold, concrete walls as she approached the back entrance. The door at the end of the hall led to a small, secluded alley, far away from passersby and prying eyes. Perfect.

The alley was suffused with the faint, distant hum of traffic and the occasional clatter of a trash can, the tall buildings flanking it shielding the daylight somewhat. Emerging cautiously from the back of the Apple store, she shoved her hands in her pocks, not expecting the sun-vacant air to be so chilly. She took in her surroundings, narrowing her eyes.

Her gaze locked onto the black SUV parked near the end of the alley, the vehicle’s dark windows hiding whatever, whoever, waited inside.

She stiffened when she saw Roman leaning against the car, his broad frame unmistakable, even from a distance. Next to him stood his right-hand man, his own confidante.

She hesitated for a moment. She’d been so angry at him—still was—and she honestly contemplated turning on her heel and darting away back in the store, across the hall, and returning to Alexei and Katya. Live the life she detests, almost as much as the man in front of her.

But she was in a little too deep. Just verging on cannonballing off the shallow end, but still too far from shore to turn back.

Taking a deep breath, she walked towards him with measured steps. When she was close enough that she could see the subtle rise and fall of his chest, she stopped, and he pushed himself up from the SUV, watching her every move.

“You came.” There was something almost predatory in the way he looked at her, like he was sizing her up.

“You told me to call when I was sober,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “Here I am.”

He tilted his head to the side slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. “I didn’t expect you to actually do it.”

She crossed her arms, lifting her chin defiantly. “I’m full of surprises.”

Roman smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I can see that.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Nate could feel her pulse in her throat, each beat a reminder of how reckless this was.

“What do you want, Reigns?” she asked, her voice cutting through the silence.

He nodded to Paul, wordlessly passing over a set of keys he’d been twirling around his finger, all whilst keeping his eyes trained on her. “Get in the car.”

She immediately scoffed. “Fuck that.”

Roman sighed, nose twitching as his patience visibly thinned. “We’re not doin’ this here. Either you get in the car, or I’ll make sure Daddy knows where you’ve been today.”

She shot Paul a wary glance. He wasn’t the kind of man who made threats idly, and she had no reason to believe he wouldn’t make good on it. Still, her feet stayed rooted to the ground.

Roman caught her suspicious observation, his expression softening just a teeny tiny fraction. “I ain’t drivin’ off with you. Wise Man, here, stays here with the keys, and we talk. In private.”

He turned and opened the back door of the SUV, stepping aside to allow her in. Nate hesitated for a long moment, mentally listing off all the ways this could go wrong. But, realistically—logically—she knew he wouldn’t hurt her, not like this. Not yet. That would be… idiotic.

“Fine,” she muttered through clenched teeth, brushing past him and climbing into the backseat. “But don’t think for a second that I trust you.”

Roman looked at Paul, rolling his eyes, before he slid in beside her, shutting the door with a soft click. The interior of the SUV was warm, a stark contrast to the chill outside, and the leather seats were almost too comfortable. But Nate’s guard was up, every muscle in her body tense as she waited for him to speak.

The Samoan leaned back in his seat, resting one arm along the window, his large hand lightly holding the headrest of the passenger seat in front of him. The silence was so fucking thick, so very charged with the weight of mutual disdain.

“So,” Roman began. “Why do you hate your dad so much?”

Nate’s breath caught in her throat, the question hitting her like a punch to the gut. She hadn’t expected him to come right out and ask, hadn’t expected him to cut straight to the heart of it. Her chest tightened as the countless answers to his question crept up her throat.

“That’s none of your business,” was all she managed to utter. But he didn’t even shift at her answer. Only remained steady, once again studying her demeanour.

“You made it my business when you let it slip at X. I wanna know why.”

Once again, she crossed her arms over her chest, looking ahead of her. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about Dimitri—especially not with him. But the way he watched her, as if he could see right through her, made it hard to keep her defences up.

“Why do you care?” she asked without looking at him.

“Because you didn’t just let it slip. You wanted me to know.”

Her jaw clenched. “I didn’t—”

“Yes, you did,” he interrupted sharply. “You coulda kept your mouth shut, but you didn’t. You wanted me to know, even if you didn’t realise it at the time.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” she laughed bitterly with a shake of her head.

Roman didn’t flinch. “Maybe not. But I know what it’s like to hate someone who’s supposed to be on your side.”

Gnawing at her lip, Nate just shook her head. This wasn’t exactly the conversation she had anticipated. Perhaps if she deterred the conversation… 

“I, uh… Thought about what you said, you know,” she started, clearing her throat. She was yet to look back at him as she spoke. “At the auction.”

Roman didn’t really appreciate the diversion, but if it meant she gave him the information he wanted in the end, then he was more than willing to sit there and deal with the long-game.

“I know that we didn’t take that shipment… And I really did think it was you, because who else could it have been, right?” She sighed. “But… if you had taken it. If you had killed Priest…” She finally turned her head to look him in the eye. It was now her turn to study him. “I don’t know—I just don’t think you’d give me your number and I definitely don’t think you’d be sat in this car with me behind a fucking Apple store.”

It pained her to have to give him the benefit of the doubt, no matter how sensical it seemed. But ultimately, whether she liked it or not, Roman wouldn’t have been so persistent if The Bloodline had, in fact, stolen the shipment and assassinated Damian Priest. It just didn’t make any sense to her.

They continued to stare at each other, scoping each other out. Trying to fish out any hint of deception. Roman definitely wasn’t going to break the gaze; that would be a foolish act of weakness. And Roman was far from that. So Nate blinked once, inhaling deeply, before she proceeded.

“He’s controlling,” she said finally, the words slipping out before she could really process them. “He thinks he owns me.”

She tried to be as careful as she could with her words, knowing that the implications of what she was currently doing were severe if they were to ever circle back to Dimitri. But at this point, what was worse? Telling his enemy that his own daughter hates him, and subsequently being banished, possibly even murdered? Or living the Volkov life the way she was expected to?

Honestly, Nate couldn’t even answer that anymore.

Roman raised an eyebrow, but didn’t interrupt her. He just waited, letting her talk as much as she wanted to. Ideally, she’d spill her guts to him, give him everything he needed.

“Always makes decisions for me,” she mumbled, looking away. “Who I can see, where I can go, what I can do. And now–” her breath caught in her throat, “And now, he’s just…” She contemplated telling Roman about the marriage, but decided against it, that it wasn’t important, and not something he needed to know about. Besides, she wouldn’t be surprised if he already knew; everyone else seemed to.

They just didn’t know the extent of it.

All throughout, Roman’s expression didn’t change. Yet, there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something Nate couldn’t quite place. Somewhere between confusion and… consideration.

“And you thought speakin’ to me at the club, tellin’ me you hate him is gon’ change that?”

“I was drunk!”

“It don’t matter if you were drunk, Princess, you still told me.”

Nate let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head as she accepted his point, as much as she wanted to slap the raised eyebrow off his face. “I don’t know what I was thinking, to be completely honest with you. Maybe I just wanted to see if you were as much of a bastard as my dad is.”

Roman’s lips twitched slightly, almost like he was amused by her defiance. “And? What’s the verdict?”

She met his eyes, her own burning with acrimony. “You’re worse.”

For a moment, he remained silent. Burning a hole through her with his intense stare. Then, to her surprise, a low, rough sound fell from his lips—he chuckled.

“I can live with that,” he said, voice tinged with amusement. “But if you think I’m just gon’ stand by and let you and your family play whatever game you’re tryna play with my family, you’re wrong.”

Nate’s anger flared up again, temper rising. “I’m not playing a fucking game!”

“Aren’t you?” Roman leaned in closer, his eyes darkening. “You called me, you came here, you got in this car. You’re not as innocent as you want me to believe, Prin–”

“Okay, first of all,” Nate held up a finger, straightening her posture and raising her voice, turning so her back was to the door so she could look this fucker head-on. “I have a fucking name. Use it. Secondly, I hardly got in the car willingly. You threatened me!”

“Yet, you’re still here. You’re free to leave, sweetheart, the doors ain’t locked.”

She hated how he always seemed to have the upper hand in these conversations, how he could make her feel so small, so unsure of herself. But her doubt was something she would never let this man see. She huffed and sat back with her arms crossed.

“I’m not trying to prove anything to you,” she grumbled. “If anything, I want nothing to do with you. But I got myself in this situation, whether I like it or not. So, I’m gonna ask you… what now? I came here, I told you what you wanted to know, what else do you want from me? Or can I go?”

Roman scoffed himself, shaking his head. “Oh, I can talk now?”

“I’m not playing games here, Reigns, I will walk my arse back into that shop and never talk to you again.”

“A’ight, chill…”

Chill… Fucking chill?! What a cocky motherfucker…

“There’s one thing you need to understand here,” Nate squinted at him. “I swear upon the grave of my mother… that we had nothing to do with that shipment being taken, or the murder of Damian Priest. You still seem to be so convinced that we did. I am no use to you in that regard…” she trailed off, her hand resting on the door handle. “I don’t know who took it. I wasn’t there, I don’t even know what happened.”

“But what I do know,” she leaned forward, hooking her fingers on the handle as she did, to keep her stable. “Is that some bastard fucked us both over,” her voice turned somewhat menacing, and she gritted her teeth. “And if there’s one thing I don’t like… is being fucked over. But… and I hate that I am saying this right now—I really don’t believe that The Bloodline took that shipment.”

Matching her energy, Roman leaned forward himself, narrowing his brows as he took in her features. You could really appreciate her beauty in the daylight, and he wasn’t expecting to be so intrigued by the unique shade of her eyes.

“Damn, look who done changed her tune,” he teased with a small murmur and a wicked smirk.

“Ugh,” Nate grimaced, pulling away. “Anyway, you got what you wanted—can I fucking go now?”

Remaining in the same position, Roman just gestured to the door, the smirk still present on his face. “Don’t hesitate to call again if you, uh,” his eyes raked over her form as she got out the car, his gaze lingering on her backside longer than intended. “If you need anythin’.”

“Please,” Nate sighed, mirroring his smirk. “You couldn’t handle me, bol’shoy chelovek.” And with that, she slammed the door shut.

Shit, I dunno what that means, but it sounded good…

Roman stepped out of the car, watching Nate as she walked away and disappeared back into the store. He didn’t move, didn’t say anything, even as Paul approached with the keys in hand.

“Is she going to be a problem, Sir?” Paul asked quietly, glancing back at the spot where Nate had just been.

Roman’s gaze remained fixed on the empty alley. “Wise Man…” he huffed, laying a hand on his special counsel’s shoulder. “She already is… but I think we got her. Just gotta give her time.”

Nate stepped out of the back entrance of the Apple store, the cool air from outside lingering on her skin as she re-entered the warmth of the mall. She quickly found Lana still behind the counter, a knowing smile on her face.

“Thanks, Lana,” she said softly, grateful for the quick exit.

“Anytime,” Lana replied, smiling as she watched Nate leave.

Nate hurried across the mall, slipping back into the salon. Alexei’s eyes narrowed as she approached.

“Where the hell were you?” he asked suspiciously. “I looked over, and you weren’t in the store.”

Nate rolled her eyes, irritation flaring back up. “Lana showed me some rare models of an iMac in the back. Can you just chill for once?” Chill. There’s that word again. Thanks, Roman, you wanker…

Alexei frowned but said nothing, clearly still apprehensive but unwilling to push further.

Nate’s eyes softened as they landed on Katya, who was just finishing up with her nails. Her little sister looked up and smiled, waving her hand over.

“How are your nails looking, Kat?” Nate asked.

Kaya beamed, holding out her hands for her big sister to see. “I went with a sort of wine red. What do you think?”

“They look amazing,” Nate replied, easing her tone entirely. She reached out to gently touch Katya’s hand. “You picked a great colour.”

Katya beamed, her eyes practically glowing. “You think so? I wasn’t sure at first, but they’re actually really pretty.”

“I love it. You got great taste.”

Leaning in, Katya lowered her voice as if sharing a secret. “I was thinking… Maybe we could go shopping after this? Just… the two of us?” she cast a quick glance over Nate’s shoulder at Alexei, who was waiting impatiently to go.

Nate chewed her lip, looking back at the man in question for a second. “I’d love that, K,” she answered her sister, still looking at Alexei, who heard the answer and visibly got more upset that he’d have to put up with the two Volkovs for longer than needed. Nate smirked, looking back at Katya. “We can go get Taco Bell as well, if you want,” she further suggested, knowing it was Katya’s favourite fast food place, and that she very rarely got to have it due to Dimitri’s dismissal of such places… nothing to do with the fact it was Mexican food… no, not at all.

Katya squealed, wrapping her arms around Nate. “Yes!” 

Nate smiled, a rare, genuine smile that she reserved only for her little sister. The world outside the salon—everything she’d been dealing with—didn’t matter at that moment. All that mattered was Katya, and the simple, pure joy she brought into Nate’s life.

Even if, as they headed for a store of Katya’s choosing, Nate was faced with a not so simple text on her burner phone, from the number she was yet to save in the name of the enemy:

Offer still stands, Princess. Call me whenever.

[deconstructthesoup]

All right, now, personal ranking of the Ratgrinders:

At the bottom---rock bottom---is Buddy. I cannot stand him already. He makes my skin crawl. I want to smack that happy little smile off of his face and keep him as far away from Bucky Applebees as possible.

Just above him is Ruben. We haven't seen much of him, but the lyrics of In Space, No One Can Hear You Dying is enough to know how sucky he is. Not as bad as Buddy, but still. Entitled, clingy eboy.

Mary Ann... well, she's got a cute style, and she can definitely pack a punch. I think I would like her more if she didn't remind me of the types of players who don't pay attention to the story. Maybe we'll see a better side of her.

Kipperlilly does give off pretentious vibes, and she's definitely that stuck-up, perfect teacher's pet, but... I dunno. I think she and Kristen should kiss. Get it outta their system. Plus, the fact that she was apparently an old PC of Brennan's (in a campaign with Nate Stevenson, no less!) and her name alluding to "Red Herring" makes me think that there's something more to her.

Ivy is definitely a little mean, but she's also hot. She's got a Garthy voice and is rocking the cool girl swag. I've got a feeling that there's something more to her (also, maybe history between her and Mazey? Maybe?)

I want to know more about Lucy. She's compelling on her own with being a frost genasi and a mysterious cleric. I need to know everything about her.

And at the very top is Oisin. I love him. He's a nerdy, hot blue dragonborn who applies physics to beer pong. He thinks that Adaine is cute and actually wanted to help her out. They can be the ace wizard power couple of all time if Oisin continues to be a good guy and leaves his shitty party members behind. If only one of the Ratgrinders gets to do a heelturn then it has to be him.

[stinkypestosauce]

Idk if the fandom is still alive (I have hope tho) but I miss this game sm and would anyone be interested in some of my head cannons as I work on some art for Jb, Nate, and eve 😔✋🏾

Firstly Jb,

I definitely headcannon that she’s plus size. At first it was just a “oh she has more body fat than the average woman”, kinda like the Greek statues but then I started drawing and I’m like “MORE. SHE NEEDS MORE.”

She has a gap. It’s a nice little sliver of space and I think it makes her super cute.

I think after highschool, she has a tendency to incorporate more frilly things into her wardrobe. nothing crazy like Lolita, but like a little gem of lace on her tops or something soft like a bow or maybe suits? Plaids? The whole fancy-schmancy gimmicks from SSB really stuck with her.

I think after school she doesn’t exactly have a goal, she just wants financial stability. I think maybe she goes into business or real estate? Pretty generic right. That’s exactly what she’s going for. And she’s doing pretty well too.

I definitely think jb is used to having her own space. She had a single dorm in ssb, loved it. Went back home and shared a room with her sisters, hated it. Went to college and dormed with some Rocker (more on this later) and she like it for the most part (hated sharing the space but it’s fine cus her roomie was fire) then she became a resident advisor. Having her own room and paid assets was convenient and nice, but the things freaks do in college…

I think she still keeps contact with missy and Alicia, especially cus I headcannon that jb, eve, and Nate are all together and everett is close with missy, so jb and missy are close too. I like to think the three of them catch-up from time to time. A really cute date idea was presented by missy where missy and her bf, Alicia and her gf, and jb and everett (not Nate cus he’s not close with the vast majority and he’s always busy) should all go on a triple date. Ended up in a very chaotic bowling match and everett absolutely refuses to play against Alicia’s gf anymore.

I definitely think jb hangs out with her sisters a lot when she is free to make up for lost time. They’re really close, I like to think but I feel like she’s closer with the oldest. If my knowledge is right I think the youngest triplet is antisocial or shy? So, I think jb and her older sister used to go out to parties and stuff during their college days.

Now Everett

I think by the time he was out of highschool he was like “I need a new style ts gettin old💔” and he went from a Mohawk to a mullet but not a super crazy one. Nate likes to say he just let his Mohawk grow out and everett will stare at him like “😑”

Everett definitely had a growth spurt. Like a massive one it shocked everyone and he needed new clothes like that morning. Bro went from being the second shortest to one of the tallest. He stands at 6’0 now. And he still works out, but he tries to do more. He’s not super scrawny anymore either, with the muscle, he also has a bit of fat to him. He’s more full now, in the best ways.

It’s fun to think that his body has stretch marks all over it cus he grew so fast so him and Jb will get into stupid competitions over who’s looks better. In some light hearted fun, Nate might join in cus his are red due to fast muscle gain. He’ll joke around until the competition got too much😭

He likes to make jb jealous by sending her pictures of the sea/beach/cruise/wherever tf his job has him at. She’ll always wine and complain but she’s super grateful when he comes back to her with souvenirs

Speaking of jobs, I like to think that at first eve was a flight attendant for maybe a year or two and then he maybe either had a bad scare (turbulence is a bitch💔) or he just got sick of the air and the rude ass customers and wanted a change of scenery.

I like to think his relationship with his sister has gotten better to the point where they call regularly. Not as often as eve and his mother, but still often enough. And maybe all three of them go out from time to time to do something nice (they definitely use Mr. Gray’s money loll)

I don’t know why, but I feel like Everett has some experience being a makeup artist? I kind of like the idea of his sister has a nails and spa and Everett comes in sometimes to help out. He always kills the makeup. Maybe he managed his sister’s shops media? He seems like he’d be good at it.

I feel like during his highschool years, Everett had braces and he got them removed during his first year of college. He has bunny teeth and they’re very prominent when he gummy smiles. He becomes very bashful when his mother or jb points it out.

I just feel the need to share this but I feel like eve would’ve been such a great big brother💔 like he would always be on the line with his little brother tb “what you do at a school today? How’s mom? You playing sports? You want me to buy you this shirt I found it’s so cool” I feel like they’d have the best relationship and if his brother followed in his footsteps and went to ssb, Everett would give him the ins and outs but also tell Lynn to make sure his brother didn’t get into trouble.

And last but not least, Nate

I don’t know why, but I feel like when Nate is over his hyper sentimentality, he replaces his crying with loud laughter. And it’s not even a situation he finds amusing, he just hits a “HAHAHA OH MY GOd that was so amusing, get out my face and go do something constructive with yourself. Go get your life together.”

I think he handles stress in a better way besides bottling it up, like going ham at the gym. On the rare days when he and Everett can get together, they like to go crazy at the gym and then get some food (hopefully with jb if she’s in the area too💔)

I think Nate is trying new things with his hair, as he’s had locs forever. I think he’s going through different styles and figuring out what he likes and what he doesn’t. I think also when he picks a style, he does some digging and finds the history behind it. I think I’m high school, he didn’t give a shit, but as an adult I think he found an appreciation for his roots and African American history.

Obviously Nate doesn’t care about his parents, but I feel like when highschool was over and he had to go home, I feel like his paternal grandmother stayed over and looked after him and he developed a relationship with her. I think for a while he was just calling her Mrs whatever-his-fathers-last-name-is (I headcannon when his parents got married, they took his mothers last name) and it took him a long while (like years cus it’s Nate) to get comfortable enough to call her grandma. Now he just calls her Nana.

I also think that even though he doesn’t really rock with his family, he got close to maybe one or two cousins? Not close like they’re besties and everything is fine, but close like he considers them and he speaks to them from time to time over the phone. One of them are pretty optimistic and relaxed but also very successful for his age which Nate respects and the other I feel like is a professional boxer? Maybe him and Nate spar if Nate still keeps up with his mixed martial arts well into adulthood.

I feel like Nate and Jb see eachother the most, and after a while and Jb and Nate both got settled into their careers, I feel like Jb moved across the country to live with him. I don’t actually think they live in nyc, cus Nate doesn’t want to be super close to his parents and the city, but he still has to get to his law firm. I think they live just outside of the state in some smaller city or maybe somewhere that’s a mix of urban and suburban.

I think I’m their home there’s 3 room, one for Nate, jb and eve. I think it’s like this because each one of them are stubborn and picky, especially Nate. And eve is always pms-ing so he may not want to be near them 24/7 or sleep in the same bed. He’s normally not even home because he job calls for him to be away often, so I think Nate uses his room as a home office.

Anyway, that’s all I got rn I wanna share my thoughts on all of them together, like how they’re relation works and I also want to share my thoughts on my oc and Pran, I think they’re cute. But that’s for later it’s like 4 am I’m tired asf😪

[post-nuclear-sweetheart]

Makeout!

Sole bears her soul (haha) to Hancock in a dingy subway, and he’s more than willing to receive her in every form she comes in.

(Preview! 1967 words)

“Hey, Hancock?”

“Hm?”

“I’m not a bad person, am I?”

He must have misheard her. Between the sizzling tip of a toxic post-war cigarette, the swirling sensual songs of a bygone era crackling over a jury-rigged gramophone (oh what little can’t be done with duct tape), and the echoing moans and groans wafting in from the belly of the beast and into the entry lounge of the swinger’s club.

“Just the worst,” his teasing earns him a sardonic laugh. Thick grey smoke seeps from his mummified lips to join the rest of the heavy cloud forming over the fellow loungers in the stagnant air. He dares a quick glance over at her: the usual cheery, if not a bit vacant, resting expression replaced with one Farenheit would claim she's seen from him hundreds of times.

“Now,” Hancock taps the recessed end of his cigarette against the communal ashtray on the coffee table, “what’s got you all spun up in your head?”

“Maybe it’s… the ambience,” stressing the word ‘ambience’ garners a chuckle from Hancock. The haunting sounds of sex from down a long metallic corridor didn’t exactly set the mood, he had to admit, but hey - he wasn’t one to judge. Afterall, there was more than once when the sobering catastrophe that is world-shattering anxiety ruined the mood, and the damn fine high he spent all evening cultivating, “but I can’t stop thinking of Nate. Actually- Actually- Not Nate, but how I…”

A limp arm in azure spandex raised. Vaultie indulged only once before in his presence, and to Hancock such an indulgence was a gift to watch. He passed the cigarette into her chipped manicured grasp. Hancock never thought he’d be envious of burnt paper and discount leaf, but the way her lips wrapped around that cigarette like it was the only thing keeping her on the planet- Yeah, Hancock felt a little envious.

Her smoky exhale joined his in the cloud of pollution in the poorly renovated subway terminal.

“I think I’m over Nate.”

His cataritic eyes widened.

“Ov- Over? Your husband?” Hancock grips the edge of the couch as he leans over to get a better view of Sole in the muted pink lighting of the swinger’s club, “Like… Sorry- You’re over your husband?”

Her solemn nod shakes off some ash from the crumbling, burnt out tip of the cigarette. He watches carefully for any signs at all, but not so much of a twitch of a frown could be found on her face, somehow frightening Hancock more than anguish ever could. Right hand occupied with drawing the cigarette back she lifts her left hand, showing it off in the rosie light, “I haven’t worn my ring in weeks.”

That’s right, Hancock recalls. One very late night or very early morning a while ago, Hancock did make mental note of its absence. During long nights the ghoulish mayor couldn’t sleep, too busy plagued by the what-ifs of his avoidance-style life, a certain scent would pull him back from the cold of space and ground him back to where it mattered: the permanent aura of ozone from two centuries in a vault, but stronger than that was a fresh, sweet scent.

‘Lilac and sweet almond,’ she explained to him once, ‘My neighbour - Mrs. Fields - she made a killing selling perfume, cologne and lotion from this catalogue. I was getting a little stir crazy, pregnant and alone without Nate, so I just happened to end up at all of her Avon parties and uh, aha ha, haa… I may have spent way too much on lotion in that scent- but in my defense! It’s the only strong smell the baby didn’t hate, so I basically had to buy that much.’

Hancock wondered just how much was too much, but it must have been a lifetime supply, because even after two hundred years and months in the Wasteland, her pores remained overflowing with the alluring scent.

Her scent wasn’t the only thing to soothe him in the dead of night. Sole slept dead to the world, and in her temporary death Hancock couldn’t stop himself from diving headlong into her supple flesh. A relic of the past, Sole was the softest human he had ever laid hands on. It would start with tracing the veins of a stray hand that snaked its way to his chest as she unconsciously curled up against him, then in the autumn heat his textured fingertips would trail up to her shoulder, then eventually clavicle; he couldn’t will himself further. As a deterrent to his growing erection that seemed to follow not far behind his feather light touches, he would play with Sole’s golden wedding band.

“I thought,” he gulped, wetting his throat, “maybe you lost it.”

Sole shook her head again before returning the cigarette, “No. No, I-”

“AUGHH, YES!! HARDER HARDER HARDER–!!”

They might have held it back, but meeting each other’s eyes, Sole and Hancock busted out in laughter loud enough to rival the ecstasy down the hall.

Sole rubbed away the tears from her eyes, “Oh my god, why?” her laughter devolves into a giggle, much to Hancock’s slight disappointment. Anytime she laughed, genuinely laughed, it was like he was floating, “Just our luck we get out of the rain into a… what- what is this- a sex club?”

“Swinger’s club, actually,” rumbles Hancock, “I figured you didn’t wanna head downstairs where the magic happens. The lobby is… well,” and allows the lobby to speak for itself.

Couches and chaises line the walls of the ordinarily sterile white subway now bathed in abdomen tingling pink. Several vending machines towards the stairs below are filled with every drug and drink of choice to fuel the ferocious foreplay in its visitors, and judging by the stains in the furniture, even the waiting room has seen its fair share of action. Even the walls were lined with some stimulating stuff that would’ve made Sole burn red months prior. Despite the club sounding particularly happening downstairs, Sole and Hancock were alone, save for the receptionist who knew better to focus on their own work than the lurid conversations of patrons.

Sole can’t help but jest, “Been here lots, have you?”

“Oh, once or twice,” he caps it off with a nonchalant drag of his cigarette, unexpectedly drawing the final puff from the poor stubby thing. He snuffs it out on the underside of his boot, unaware of the way Sole’s eyes follow his hand to the butt of the ground, “Y’know how it is. There’s just some itches that can’t be scratched with good ol’ vigilante justice.”

Sole’s blush blended seamlessly into the rose lighting as the very act flashes in her mind. Hancock would never know how she sat flushed, but there was always a sensitive, burning feeling she associated with him in the back of her mind. His raspy voice, his roguish grin, the way his dexterous fingers idly played with his knife; more than once did she imagine his fingers put to better use elsewhere.

“Ladies man,” she bumped him with her shoulder and poked her tongue out at him. “Sexy King of the Zombies, was it, Hancock?”

He sheepishly laughed, “Geez, did I say that?” His laughter tapered off, and after a beat of silence, Hancock sighed something not quite wistful, but not quite dejected, “I don’t mean to circle back to it, but doll, your husband. You alright with that?”

Sole’s eyes fluttered to the ground. Truthfully? There was and will always be an aching loss in her chest, no matter how great or little it grows, but before the bombs - before his death - there was a lingering inevitability in their relationship she could never deny.

“Soldiers,” she started carefully, “aren’t home often. I met Nate when I was nineteen, we married when I was twenty four, and we- I had Shaun when I was twenty eight. Nate wasn’t there for the pregnancy, and he wasn’t there for the birth, but more than that, Nate just… when he could be, he wasn’t there.”

She lifts her gaze from the ground, willing to only meet Hancock’s stare in her peripheral, terrified by the pitiful look she knew he was giving her, “I think I was over Nate two hundred years ago.”

Shame flooded Hancock like never before. He was joyous - downright happy - to hear his beloved friend’s marriage was in shambles long before they had met, and yet he couldn’t deny himself that little bit of relief. He shifted closer to Sole on the velvet couch, his weight causing her to lean closer to him as he carefully toed the imaginary line with a graze of his pinky.

“Hey, being honest with yourself doesn’t make you a bad person,” he offers, “it makes you… honest.”

Painfully honest - a trait of Sole’s, he’s noticed time and time again, he can’t help but admire. Countless times in the dawn of Hancock’s fallible immortality he found himself unable to face hard truths; one way or another. It was all just a disguise to hide beneath, too afraid to face the cold reality of who he really is. Meanwhile, the two century old relic came crashing down his door to set him on a path even Hancock never thought he’d walk again.

Pausing, Hancock finally continues, fear hanging on his words as he admits, “It makes you a hell of a lot stronger than every person I know. Makes you hard to look at - terrifying to face,” he steals a look at the solemn widow from beneath the edge of his worn-out tricorn hat, “a real force to be reckoned with, and someone I can’t help but think the world of.”

Her pinky wraps around his in kind. Her finger shifts, lightly rubbing the rough, sinewy texture of what was left of his skin.

“You know-” she coughs away the crack in her voice until all she’s able to do is flush and giggle lightly about it, “-that’s rich, coming from someone whose first impression is to stab. Like love at first sight.”

“Like?”

Her head snapped towards the floor, skin thoroughly beet red from the slip, not that Hancock could tell. As far as he was concerned, Sole was deliciously pink all over.

She heaved a half-sigh half-giggle, “Well… be a little too much to come out and say it, wouldn’t it?”

“What happened to being honest?”

[after-hours-art]

Get up, loser. We're going riding

Pairing: Nate Archibald x f!reader

Genre: fluff,comedy

Warnings: language,

All hail spring break. The sweet escape from the mundane of the Columbia lectures, banters between Serena and Blair, assignment due dates, and stress. And nothing quite says Spring Break like a retreat to Hamptons where your parents happen to own a small English-styled ranch. Every summer for you was always filled with lounging around the pool, horse rides, and parties with your friends.

You sigh in pleasure as you sunbath by the pool in the backyard. White swimsuit contrasts with lightly tanned for the past week skin. The weather has been generous enough to be sunny throughout your stay this year despite it being merely March. Unfinished tea stands on the table, already having caught the attention of the bees who found your sweet drink more appealing than the bush of blue peonies. Your eyes are closed as you savour the last day out of the city. Suddenly, a shadow casts down onto you. Confused, you open your eyes only to see the neighbours' son - Nathaniel Archibald. Though, your father only referred to him as Vanderbilt, refusing to acknowledge Nate's father. You raise your eyebrows, and then you spot two black helmets in his hands.

- Get up loser, We're going riding. - he says, throwing one on your stomach.

- Why? It's our last day of the break. Let me sunbath.

- Really? I've expected more enthusiasm out of the Hamptons Classic Horse Show champion. - he says, corner of his lips lifting up in a sheepish grin, one that really reflects his boyish energy, so unlike for a young Vanderbilt. He seemed more down when you saw him the last week at Columbia with that girl, Juliet, or whatever her name was. - Plus, sunbath in what? Sun might look nice, but it's still merely 46°F.

- Ex champion. The last time I've checked it's March, not August ten years ago. And I can sunbath whenever I want.

- Champion is still a champion. - he says. - Come on, not make me beg. And I bet you'd love to say goodbye to your horses, too. - he says, trying to tug on your heartstrings.

You roll your eyes, ready to scoff.

- You know that the point of lounging here and not being with horses is to ease my goodbye to them tomorrow?

- That's why we should come for a ride. To say a proper goodbye. - he takes your hand and gently pulls you up to sitting. - Come on. Last ride with a friend before it's time to return to gray reality?

- Why you're so clingy? - you scoff.

- Because I miss the girl next door. All the fun we had when we were younger, all the parties we ruined. - he smiles.

- The girl next door attends your school but you don't happen to notice her. - you say, pulling a thin white gown over your shoulders. Your lightly sun-kissed skin contrasting with the material catches his attention, making him smirk. As much as he'd like to control it, he's just a guy. When you notice the way he looks at you, you shoot a disapproving glare.

- Really? You're asking me for a ride only to ogle me? - you scoff. You start walking towards the house, Nate following after you with his glance focused on one particular part of your body.

- What can I do? I'm just a man.

- You're just a man, but it doesn't mean you can't control yourself. I'm just a woman, and you don't see me staring at your crotch. - you say, causing a pink blush of embarrassment to appear on his cheeks. - Meet me at the stables in half an hour.

- Wait. If you couldn't control yourself, you would stare? - he calls after you, but you're already halfway up the stairs on the first floor and pretend like you can't hear him. Nate shakes his head and is still a little ashamed for being called out like that walks out of your family's summer house to get ready himself.

//

You stand in the 5PM sun, leaning against wooden stall doors. Black Friesian mare that stands behind you nibbles on your tweed Chanel jacket.

- Coco, quit it. - you say in baby voice. - Don't be a little bitch. - you scold your horse gently.

Coco has been in the family for quite a long time. She's your mother's favourite. That fact might have affected the way she behaves since, for a horse who doesn't quite understand the value of the dollar, she is quite spoiled. Beige breeches hug your legs, elegant, freshly polished, riding boots reflect the setting sun. By your heel rests riding helmet from Chanel's 2013 collection. You mutter sweet praises to Coco as you await Nate.

- Finally! - you raise your voice and smile seeing the blonde in the navy riding set. You can't help but smirk seeing a polo riding helmet in his hands. - Archibald! I thought you're trying to be late and come for a ready horse! And that helmet, is it a Ghost of Hamptons Past?

Nate returns the smile, walking up to you.

- Forgive me. Mother had to dig this outfit out when I said I'm going horse riding with you.

- Lovely, she wants to play a match-maker. Too bad I'm engaged. - you present a fake pout.

- Oh, I didn't know. How's the lucky guy? - Nate looks confused, his expression reminding you of your golden retriever when he gets confused by commands.

- I was joking. Christopher doesn't want to get too serious. He says it'll hurt his 'bad boy' renoma. - you roll your eyes and turn around to face the stalls. Nate walks over to you, greeting Coco with gentle pat on her neck. The black mare's ears instantly pin flat against her neck as she tries to bite Nate. He jumps away from the stall, looking slightly scared.

- Your gigantic dog tried to bite me. Please tell me I'm not looking at my trail ride companion.

You can't help but crack a smile.

- My mom would've killed me if she knew I let anyone touch, let alone ride Coco. She's her little princess.

- Like what, she loves the horse more than you? - Nate jokes, following you to the small tack room. You pick a set of black bridle with a simple bit and hand it to Nate. He hangs it on his shoulder, ready to take a saddle from you when you'll hand it.

- Coco was supposed to be my horse. My mom had that classic equestrian fantasy that her child would grow up along the horse, they'll become best friends and such. - you tell, picking a black general purpose saddle that has black deprecation half pad and navy saddle pad. - Guess what, Coco was sassy as a filly, and she remained that way. Never really liked me, so... when I was thirteen, I got my own horse.

Nate chuckles as he takes the saddle from you.

- You picked a horse with a tack that matches my outfit for me? - he chuckles as you pick up your equipment.

- I'm just a girl, Nate. I couldn't resist.

He rolls his eyes but doesn't comment, a soft, content smile lighting up his face. Hamptons is always so easy when you're around. You always were his sweet escape from Blair and Chuck's schemes, from Serena's flirts and dramas she tends to cause. There definitely is something about sheltered girl next door that always was in the back of his head. Something about that innocence radiating from you, equally annoying and captivating. Though it definitely served as his very own entertainment show when religiously for four summers, you've been rejecting Chuck's advances.

Nate follows behind you as you walk towards the stalls. Your family doesn't own a lot of horses. Your parents permanently moved to Hamptons only a few months ago when you started university, though they still make monthly visits that last a week. You guide Nate to the stalls, finally hanging the tack on an iron hanger. A head of a bay Hannoverian gelding pops out from above the door, curious horse instantly reaching to sniff your clothes.

- Hello, pretty boy. - you gently touch the horse's muzzle and give him a quick kiss. - You gonna miss me, don't you?

You turn back to Nate and point a stall next to yours.

- That's your companion. His name is Snowflake. He's a gelding and a total cutie. But be careful with back hoofs. He thinks that you might want to hurt him or something.

- So I did got a horse that will try to kill me. - Nate jokes, putting his tack on the hanger. - And here I thought you liked me.

- I do. I picked you a horse to match your outfit, did I?

He leans over the stall door, his eyes meeting with an Andalusian gelding.

- Poor guy, they chopped your balls off? - he says, letting the horse smell him before carefully grabbing the halter as he opens the stall door, wanting to walk the horse out. If Snowflake is so sensitive about his legs as you claim, then it's definitely safer for Nate to groom and saddle him up outside the stall.

- That's what we do when our boys are bad... - you joke, entering your horse's stall. - Or at least that's what happened to Snowflake. When we got him, he was so aggressive towards Coco. - you murmur, gently grooming your horse. - But then again, Coco wouldn't let herself be attacked, so she beat him up. Pretty badly, he was limping for a few good months. Damage was just almost permanent. So he got fixed. And immediately became a sweet gentelman. Who knew what magic could simple removal of testicles do? - you chuckle and carry on with brushing your horses coat.

- So that's what you'll do to Christian if he'd piss you off? A quick fix? - Nate jokes, carefully cleaning the front hooves of Snowflake's, white gelding looking like he's about to take a nap.

- His name is Christopher. And no, I won't have to. He shows so little initiative that I won't ever have to. - you mutter quietly, putting the tack on your horse, fastening the girth loosely.

- A pillow princess boyfriend?

- No. Actually sex is the only thing he shows initiative towards. - you murmur quietly, mentally questioning yourself why you're even sharing this detail. You gently tug on the reins, waking your horse out of his stall. It does hurt that Christopher only shows initiative, or any feelings other than indifference or annoyance towards you, in a situation where he knows he'd get you to do things for him. And, as gullible to his empty yet sweet words and people pleasing as you are, you always do.

Nate follows you with his gaze, suddenly feeling pang of guilt for even mentioning your boyfriend.

- So just a regular jerk.

- He's not a jerk. - you scoff, adjusting the length of the stirrup leathers, just to avoid his worried expression.

- Then what he is if not a jerk? A caring boyfriend? Loving partner?

- It was supposed to be a nice, friendly ride. - you say, your hands almost automatically reaching for Snowflake's tack, carefully saddling up the gelding, leaving Nate to only observe. - Not a therapy session.

- The dude makes you need therapy? - Nate asks bluntly, gently putting the bridle on Snowflake.

- Nathaniel, please. - you ask, fastening the girth so the saddle will stay secured. Nate doesn't answer, respecting your request, putting on his polo helmet.

- Thanks for saddling him up. - he says, turning to adjust the stirrup leathers.

Corners of your lips lift a little in a relieved smile that he dropped the uncomfortable topic. A soft muzzle touches your lower back. You chuckle and turn to your horse, the gentle gelding apparently sensing your distress wanted to sooth you the only way he could. Metal snap link shines in the sun, making a clicking sound when you take it off your horse's bit's circle.

- The mounting block is next to the pasture. And from there it's straight road to the gate so you have to be careful. - you instruct Nate, clicking your tongue to distract your horse from Snowflake behind him.

A few moments and little adjustments to saddles' girths later, you find yourself on the small trail to the beach. Horses' hooves hit the gravel trail, which, mixed with occasional horse snorting and singing birds, being the only sounds around you two for now. The sun falls on your faces once you take a turn to the left and walk down on the beach. Your horse, surprised by the sudden change on the bed, flinches and backs out, his rumb dangerously close to Snowflake's chest and Nate's right leg.

- Y/N... I'm not an expert, but your horse seems like he might kick Snowflake... - he says, just in case of being bucked, grabbing the reins firmer. His stomach twists uncomfortably seeing that his leg is in almost direct way of your horse's potential kick. Both horses have their ears pin flat, which only serves as another stress factor to him.

- It's okay. I got this. If you could... back Snowflake a little? - you ask, holding the reins firmly yet gently, using your calves and pelvis to encourage your horse to walk on the sand.

- Back a horse?

- For God's sake, you played polo. - you mutter, trying to control your own emotions, not wanting the nervous creature underneath you sense any negativity from you.

- Yeah, a million years ago. - Nate scoffs, but thanks to muscle memory, he manages to back Snowflake. He straightens his posture up, lifting his hands up and with slight pressure applied to the reins and subtle leg pressure. The Andalusian responds to gentle guidance from his rider, removing himself just enough to be relatively safe from potential bucking from your horse.

Your gelding keeps on resisting the careful pressure of your calves on his side and gentle tugs of the reins, necessary to prevent him from sudden bucking.

- I can't do this anymore. - you mutter and get off the saddle.

As if touched with a magic wand, your horse obediently follows you down the tiny slope, not minding the change of footing from gravel to sand. You turn and look at the bay gelding in pure disbelief. Right behind your horse, Nate's walks down, and his rider doesn't hide a smile on his face.

- You're laughing now. - you scoff, pretending to be hurt, as you get back in the saddle, gripping the reins tighter as not to let your horse spring into full gallop the second he sees the open field of the beach. - But if it was you, you'd be begging me to switch horses. - You settle in the saddle, hands gently yet firmly holding the leather reins.

Nate smiles as he looks at you, the sun making your shine with a hint of warm golden hue. He can't help but notice a few sparks in your eyes as you take the scenery - empty beach, waves, horses - in.

- Wanna race? - he asks, guiding his horse to stand next to yours.

He doesn't get a chance to hear your answer when Snowflake yanks reins from his hands, starting to gallop down the coast. The hooves hit wet sound, and the soft noise combines with the sound of the waives. It takes him a few seconds to gather up to loose reins, knowing how dangerous it would be for the horse to just leave them to the fate. Despite regaining the control over the horse, the Andalusian still remains stronger as he carries on with the gallop, ears perked up. Nate looks over his shoulder, chuckling to himself when he sees your horse running after his.

The wind hits your face as you're trying to catch up to Nate. Couple tears fall down your cheeks as the pressure of the air irritates your eyes. You shift your position in the saddle, lifting your bottom off the saddle to the jumping position, letting your horse run even faster. Being generally lighter than Snowflake, your horse has no problem with catching up to the white steed in front of you. The sound of hooves hitting the wet sand, combined with the snorts of the horses, as neither of them wants to lose, creates an ambience of every equestrian's dream. Another five hundred meters into the race, both horses start to wear down, gradually slowing to canter. You gently nudge your horse to slow to trot. The Hanoverian relaxes, reaching his head forwards and chewing on the bit. Nate slows down his horse, having him align with yours.

Once both caples calmly walk together, you reach over to Nate and smack his arm.

- They needed a warm-up. You can't just show them an open road and gallop down it. - you scoff, caressing your horse's neck. Nate smiles apologetically.

- Snowflake yanked the reins from me.

- And that's an excuse you'd use during the polo match?

Hearing your jibe Nate can't help but smile a bit. He missed that friendly teasing between you two.

- You know that you haven't changed? - he says softly, a hint of melancholy in his voice. - It's like going back in time five years, and we're fifteen again.

- We're missing poorly riding Chuck a kilometre behind us. - you chuckle. Nate bursts into a laughter at the memory of his best friend's attempts to endear you, that including a structured lie about horse riding skills.

- If you had given him a chance, he'd give up. Chuck likes chasing more than a steady relationship.

- Come on. - you chuckle. - As if you didn't enjoy it when your grandfather's horse had enough and bucked him into water.

- I didn't. - Nate says in solidarity to his friend, but in his eyes shine small sparks of joy. He turns his head to face you and admires the setting sun at the sea horizon. - Do you ever wish that times like this could be frozen in time?

You look at him, a few blond locks poking from his helmet shining like gold in the sun. For the first time since you two met, Nathaniel Archibald appears to you as someone else than a partner in crime from childhood and adolescence, descendant of Vanderbilt's. Before you can name the feeling, you focus your gaze back on the beach in front of you, reminding yourself that you are already in a relationship. Finally, you break the silence.

- You ass would hurt if we were frozen in eternal trail ride. And horses would get tired.

Upon hearing that, Nate laughs again, his eyes still locked on you.

- I should've expected this answer.