#u walk up to the club and beat up the bouncer to get inside and only THEN does the music start. muffled by walls and clearer as you near

[springcatalyst]

pirated Sifu. maybe i DO like fighting games

[afriendlyblackhottie]

hii, i love your writing so much and the black!reader content u provide us cause god knows we need more of them.

i wanted ro ask u if u could do a story where chris meets the reader at some celebrity party and they become really close and they start to fall for eachother. Chris asks her to be his gf but then she becomes distant and they end up getting in an argument and she reveals that she cant date him because shes a stripper and people will probably talk shit about her work being with a celebrity as known as him.

thank u in advanced i love your stories💕

Honey

Summary: After telling Chris the truth, he wants to make things right.

Parings: Chris Evans x black!reader

Warnings: smut, strip club, lap dance, pole dancing, girl on top, fingering, swearing, daddy kink

(A/N: this has taken me for fucking ever and I have no clue why. I struggled, but it’s finally done. I’m so sorry Anon for how long it took. I also couldn’t settle on one single song because you all suggested such good ones so I left it ambiguous.)

Tagging: @titty-teetee @blackmissfrizzle @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @harrysthiccthighss @mariahthelioness29 @whiskey-cokenfanfic @olyvoyl @hqneyyincc @queenoftheworldisdead @iam-laiya @donutloverxo @slytherinandoutasgard @zaddychris @brattycherubwrites @love-more122 @ljstraightnochaser (wouldn’t let me tag you)

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Chris still couldn’t believe that you’d think he’d care. As if whatever anyone had to say about you would make him want to be with you any less. He doesn’t even know why he let you walk away that night. Or why he let you cry as you finally told him.

Since then he’d been going over everything that happened in his head. The way your eyes welled up as you finally told him the truth. The shock that ran through him because even though he knew how nasty you could be, you still kept up the facade of a sweet innocent girl so well. Which is what drove him crazy about you in the first place.

Except you’d taken that as rejection and he was too late to convince you otherwise. It didn’t stop him from constantly thinking that there was more that he could have done. Hopefully he wasn’t too late.

When you met at that party he was enchanted by you. By your voice. The way you wore your hair. Your beautiful smile. Like he’d met an angel in the flesh. He took you home that night where he couldn’t even wait until he was inside to fuck you, instead bending you over the hood of his car so he could give it to you right then and there.

Between all the fucking and pillow talk, he’d fallen for you. Somehow you’d become his first thought when he woke up and the last one before he fell asleep. He’d fallen for you quick and fast and was tired of the two of you just being fuck buddies. He’d thought you’d felt the same.

It didn’t matter because the truth had come out and you hadn’t talked to him since. He’d thought about texting you, but as corny as it was he needed to do something bigger. So that’s why he was in the audience watching you work that pole. As much as he hated that other men got to ogle you he was more focused on how beautiful you looked up there.

He chuckled because you would choose such a glittery outfit to do this in. Your makeup was all done up all bright and flashy in a way you didn’t usually care for. Your wig was this pastel pink. He was trying to ignore his anxiety telling him that everything could go wrong. Maybe it would, but he at least wanted to try.

“Is it possible to get a private dance from her?” He’d asked one of the bouncers, trying to use his Boston accent so it might not be as noticeable who he was.

“Who?” He asked making this face. “Honey? She doesn’t do lap dances. Something about a boyfriend.”

His heart sunk a little, but he had to do this. “What about for a little extra.” He flashed the money he had in his pocket.

He thought for a minute, before shrugging. “Go wait in room four.”

It took about ten minutes for you to walk in with a silk robe on. Still wearing that wig. He knew that look on your face. The one when you had an attitude. Suddenly he was thinking about that night you got a little snippy with him. He fucked it out of you by pinning you down and showing you who owned that pussy.

Fuck he needed you back.

“Look, I do-“ you stopped when you saw it was him. “Chris, what’re you- what’re you doing here?” You stuttered, your eyes widening.

He took a breath, shrugging his shoulders. “I wanted to talk.”

“You could have just called me,” you said.

“Yeah but I wanted to see you. I’ve missed you, Y/N,” he said.

You crossed your arms and looked down at your feet. Trying to stop yourself from smiling. You hated how he turned you into a pile of goo. Especially when he was trying to be mad at you. “How’d you find me?”

“I have my ways,” he replied, standing up. He pulled you into his arms hugging you tightly because he didn’t care if you had an attitude.

As much as you hated to, you pulled away from him. It didn’t matter that you wanted to melt into his arm. “You can’t just come to my job, Chris.”

He sighed because although he was expecting that reaction, he was hoping it wouldn’t happen. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. “I know. I just... if I had called would you have answered?” He asked. “Because I’ve been trying to call you. Fuck, what do you want me to do, Y/N.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know! I just... look I’m scared, okay. Scared of what people might say if they see us together.”

“I don’t care what people have to say.”

“Because you won’t be the one dealing with it!” You suddenly started to feel all teary eyed. You bit your lip as they started to come down your face. “I’m going to be the one getting comments all over social media about what a slut I am. Or about what an awful person I am. Or how I don’t deserve you because you’re fucking perfect.”

He sighed. “And I’ll be there to support you through all of it. Baby, I would never let anyone hurt you. Or disrespect you.”

“It doesn’t matter. They still will.”

“Hey,” he said, hugging you again not caring as you tried to push him away. Instead this time he held you cradling you in his arms because if you were crying he was going to hold you. “Tell me you don’t want to be with me.”

“It’s not that, Chris, I’m just scared.” You finally gave in. Clinging to him. What was the point of fighting when you just wanted him more than anything anyway.

“Hey, Buddy,” the club owners voice broke through your moment, making you feel like you were going to jump out of your skin, “no touching the dancers.”

Chris retracted his arms. “Sorry. I slipped and he caught me,” you lied. “He was just making sure I was okay.”

Of course he didn’t believe that. Looking at you through narrowed eyes. “Someone heard yelling in the next room. Sounded like someone was upset.”

“No I’m fine. We were just talking,” you said hoping that it didn’t show that you’d been crying. “I promise.”

“Fine, but keep your hands to yourself in my club, Pal.”

As soon as he left Chris sat down, pulling you into his lap. “So what do we do. Ball is in your court,” he said.

“I wanna be with you. I’m just... scared.”

He sighed. “Okay, well we don’t have to tell anyone right away. I just know that I’m crazy for you, Y/N.”

You smiled. “Really?”

“Mhm.” He kissed the side of your head. “Totally and completely crazy.”

You put your head on his shoulder. “I missed you, too,” you confessed.

“Yeah? What about this boyfriend I heard about?”

You tilted your head. “Boyfriend?”

“Yeah. The bouncer said you had a boyfriend so you didn’t give lapdances.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “That’s just what we tell them when we’re not in the mood.” He laughed kissing your forehead. “Or maybe I do have a boyfriend?”

“You want me to be your boyfriend?” He bit his lip. His heart was racing fast then.

“Maybe.” You smiled trying to play it off all I’m

“Maybe, but... I’m...” you pulled away from him only to cross your arms all self consciously again.

“Talk to me, Honey.”

You rolled your eyes. “You think you’re so funny.”

He chuckled. “I like it.” He grabbed your hand so you could sit with him. Making you perch on his lap. “Talk to me.” He pushed a piece of the pink wig out of your face.

“I’m still scared.”

“And, I’ll be there to beat up anyone who wants to talk shit.” Chris held you as close as he could needing to feel you against him. “So, do you like stripping?”

You shrugged. “It’s fun and it pays the bills.”

“Do you want to keep doing it?” He asked.

“I mean... maybe,” you replied. Sort of afraid to say the wrong thing. It’s not that you think Chris wasn’t pro sex work, but that didn’t mean he had to be okay with his girlfriend doing it.

“Baby, if you’re worried about money, I don’t mind helping out.”

“I know,” you said.

“And if this is something you want to do, I’m okay with that, too. I don’t care what anyone says.”

You smiled before kissing him. That had been all you needed to hear from him. Not that it would fix everything, but right now it was enough.

“Promise?”

“I swear on Dodger. So you know that means it’s pretty serious,” he replied. You chuckled and he kissed your lips this time. Craving you after spending way to long not being able to touch you. You were still tearing up. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you sniffled forcing a smile on your face. “So, I never gave you that lap dance.”

He chuckled. “Oh yeah. Baby, you don’t-“

You cut him off, putting your hand against his mouth. “I know I said I don’t give them, but I’ll make an exception for you.” You licked your lips, giving him this look that he’d recognized when you were trying to take his dick.

He glanced at the door first making sure no one could see them. Yeah it was just a lap dance, but he couldn’t promise that he would keep his hands to himself. You got up before leaning down to peck his lips.

“You can touch me however you want.” You started undoing your robe showing off the little costume you were wearing underneath.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he looked you up and down. As you removed the fabric that was keeping him from being able to see your full body. You turned around slowly giving him an eyeful of all that ass. He reached out to touch it.

“You like?” You asked all breathily, sitting back down on his lap with your back pressed towards his chest. You gyrated your hips feeling him get hard under you. His bulge pressing into your barely covered center.

He groaned into your ear. “Oh, I fucking love it.” He wrapped his arms around your his so tight. Helping you move. Making you mold into him a little deeper.

You bent your arm back so it was resting on the back of his head. He grabbed at your tits kissing your neck. As he pinched your nipple you let out a moan you didn’t hold in quick enough.

You put your hands on his thighs so you could brace yourself. Moving your hips in a circle so you were right on his dick. “Holy fuck,” he panted. You were driving him so crazy. He had to touch you. Had to feel how wet you were just for him.

He dipped his fingers into your panties. You were so wet he knew you were probably making a mess on his jeans. He didn’t give a fuck. All he wanted was to make you cum. He missed you to much to care if your pussy made a mess on him.

You had to cover your mouth this time because he’d started rubbing your clit. All soppy and wet. Your hips faltered especially as he lifted up your leg so his other hand could finger your pussy.

“Oh, my god.” You cried into your hands before falling back against him again. You uncovered yourself so you could kiss him instead. Pressing a hungry kiss to his mouth.

It was too much. Him doing both at the same time. You were trying to hold your moans in, but it was hard which is why his kiss just got deeper. Your cunt felt like it was weeping from what he was doing to you. It was way too much.

You were so damn tight. Like he’d dipped his fingers in velvet. While he rubbed your clit. You couldn’t hold your noises in, making you pull him away from him. He stared at you with a smile on his face because you looked so pretty all desperate. “You wanna cum for me?” He asked into your ear. “Wanna cum for Daddy?”

You whimpered, but still nodded because he was right you were so damn close. Hips still angled so you could feel his bulge underneath you. You needed it inside of you so bad.

You grabbed at his cock through his jeans. Needing to feel it in your hands. “You want this, huh. I could take you home and fuck you like a proper girl, but you want me to dick you down at work like a slut,” he said whispered in your ear, taking the hand that was rubbing your clit away so he could stuff his fingers in your mouth.

You moaned around them. Tasting yourself. Moaning as he found your g-spot while he still fingered you. You cried out as he made you cum all over his hand. Eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“That’s it, Baby. Make a mess for me. I want everyone to know when I leave who makes you cum.” He moved to your clit now rubbing it just the way you liked it was driving you crazy.

When your orgasm finally subsided, you got up so you could turn around in his lap. Now that you were facing him he kissed you hard. Grabbing at your ass.

You moved your hips. Looking down at the wet spot you’d left on jeans. “Oh, Daddy,” you whimpered. “You feel so good.”

“That’s it, Honey.”

You chuckled. “You think you’re so fucking funny.”

He laughed reaching between you so he could finally start to undo his pants. “What it’s cute.”

When you finally got to sink down on his dick, you cried out. You felt so full. Like he’d filled you to the brim.

You tossed your head back with your eyes screwed shut as he lifted you up and down his dick. It felt so damn good. You needed it so badly. Needed him to fill you up with his cum.

“You look at me when I fuck you,” he demanded. Grabbing a fistful of pink hair so you were forced to look at him. You opened your eyes so they could meet his. Biting your lip to keep for being too loud again. “This is my pussy don’t you ever forget it.”

“Yes, Daddy. It’s yours,” you breathed trying to not be too loud. “I don’t let anyone else touch me like you do.”

“Yeah?” He asked. “That’s my good fucking girl.” He groaned.

“You’re gonna make me cum again,” you cried because he was so damn thick.

“Cum for me,” he said into your ear making you tingle.

You buried your head into his shoulder as you did. With your pussy walls gripping him like that you couldn’t stop yourself as you started to milk him. Triggering his own orgasm as he captured your lips in another kiss.

“You two, out!” Your bosses voices almost made you jump out of your skin.

“No I’m okay!” You said. “He, um...” you tried to think of a lie. “Because he paid so much I...”

“I’m not running a brothel here.” He glared at you. “You get your shit and get out of my club. Honey, you’re fired.”

He was waited for you outside. Leaning against his Camero. You’d changed back into your sweats. He smiled seeing your normal hair. That bright makeup wiped off. Sad because he was actually really enjoying see you all overly sexed up. “Guess you don’t have to worry about dating a stripper anymore.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said before kissing you.

“It’s okay,” you replied with a shrug.

“Why don’t you come live with me? You won’t have to worry about rent. Or anything.” He chuckled.

“You wanna be my sugar daddy?” You laughed.

“No. I mean sure, but I wanna be your boyfriend. Do things like protect you and take care of you. Is that okay?”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes. “You have to promise me something first,” you said.

“Anything,” he said, grabbing your hands so he could pull you to him.

“Just when the news hits over us, you’ll fight for me. Won’t let your crazy fans treat me to badly.”

He chuckled. “I will personally tell off every single one of them.” He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “Want me to take you home?”

“Yeah I got picked up by one of the girls,” you said. “My place or yours?”

He chuckled. “Ours.” He smiled before kissing you softly.

[atsumiye]

ITS ME AGAIN HSJSNSIJS i am obsessed w ur work pls pardon me

but uhh if is cool I'd like to join ur birthday event 🤲🏾🤲🏾

my favourite colour is midnight blue, I am currently on sexy SUNA brainrot he's so pretty wow and I would celebrate my birthday in a club :D

once again HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL MUAH MUAH AND THANK U FOR THIS !!!

IM ALWAYS HAPPY TO SEE YOU IN MY INBOX PLS!! ILY THANK YOUU MUAH <333

SEXY suna brainrot is wonderful and fully accepted here :p

"rin the line is so long, by the time we get in ill be turning another year older" you pout up at him as he laughs, bringing his hand to your cheek and running his thumb across it.

the club he had suggested is one of the most popular in your city. people wait hours in line just to get a glimpse of the inside of the place. your suggestion of a club was last minute, wanting to get out of the house for your birthday and do something fun. and now here you both were at 11:26 pm, at the back of an at least 2 hour wait of a line.

"don't you worry your pretty little head about it." you furrow your eyebrows watching him turn around to walk straight to the front of the line. you quickly run after him, grabbing the hand he stretched back for you. he nods at the bouncer, watching as the man moves out of the way and lets you both in. your jaw drops as you turn to suna, "how? what?" he laughs before dragging you towards the bar, "i know some people."

suna manages to get the bartenders attention, leaning across the counter to whisper something to him before the bartender nods and walks away, coming back with a tray full of shots.

suna hands you one then grabs one of his own. he brings his shot glass up, "happy birthday to the most wonderful person i know. i love you." you smile at him before clinking your glasses against each others, tapping it against the table and downing the shot. you scrunch your nose as the liquid goes down. he leans in to slot his lips against yours, "mmm, it tastes even sweeter." you roll your eyes and tsk before downing the rest of the shots together. hearing the song change, you drag him by his hand onto the dance floor.

he makes his way behind you, placing his hands on your hips as you both sway to the beat of whatever song happened to be playing at the moment. after a few songs, he spins you around, bringing your hands to wrap around his neck, as he grips firmly on your waist.

he leans to place his mouth near your ear, planting a small kiss there then whispering, "happy birthday pretty. i love you." you pull back to smile at him, "i love you too rin."

the flashing lights mixed with the couple of shots and hours of dancing lead you both through the back door of the club. taking a deep breath of the clean air, you sigh and lean back into suna's chest. "thank you for a fun birthday rin. i had a really good time."

"you think the birthday fun is over? i was really hoping to do some body shots off of you." he gives you an over exaggerated pout. you smack his arm before both of you break into fits of laughter.

"lets go home now rinnie." you hook your arm around his, leaning your head on his shoulder as he slides his hand into his pockets. a few minutes of small conversation later, suna stops walking and turns to look at you, "so, is that a no to the body shots?"

"suna, im walking home without you." you turn around and begin to run home giggling, letting suna chase after you.

once he finally catches up to you he says, "maybe for my birthday then huh?" he raises an eyebrow at you, both of you continuing your walk home.

[solomonish]

Naamah’s “Match-Up” That I Made Needlessly Complicated!

IT TOOK ME A WHILE BUT I DID GO CRAZY AND STUPID

hewwo @baalism I made u......less of a match up and more just headcanons on how u date the people. i hope u like it <3 I divided them into tiers depending on how well I think they mesh w you too!! so here you go!

TOP TIER (NOT kissing up 2 u!)

SATAN

I think Satan is your #1 man because the two of you just seem to be.....kindred spirits. (I am calling you the same as Satan but like as a compliment?) Y’all got that academia vibe to you with your books and your museum dates and your air of mystery. You two are the hot nerd squad is what i’m saying

Plus Satan is a social butterfly! He’d not only like the quieter moments w you but also when you went dancing he could either be living it up with you or making new connections (although. if he was going to the club why would he stray from the main attraction? make it make sense)

And with him that trust would be super easy to get bc if you’re dating him, HOO BOY. He’s got some Issues but he trusts you to help him get through them! There is a lot of him that feels prickly and dangerous and if you don’t shy away from that and can help him through it then you have his heart! As long as you aren’t ripping his attention away from a thrilling chapter, he’s a great conversation partner too. His quiet nature at first is NOT shyness, it allows him to be observant!! You are one of the few who get the chatty inside ^u^

Plus he loves ur cat and will be on her side when she screws with your puzzles.

SOLOMON

THE ONLY REASON he is not number one is he’s a bit too much of a wallflower to be into the partying like Satan would be. Otherwise....hot nerd squad two electric boogaloo

Is a bit more down with the witchy outdoorsy stuff and the occult and the abandoned place exploration thing than Satan would be. I bet one of his favorite things to do is take u to an abandoned building and after being there for a while when you start to get bored, he enchants it to look like the inside of some old castle and you dance together or something :) memories for u

isn’t always super chatty but is great for listening to you rant. he makes up for his lack of chattiness by asking the perfect questions to get you fired up again, so your ranting takes up most of the time. loves to pick ur brain, so you can talk about anything. he’s like: i want to dissect that smart lil organ of yours. lovingly <3

keep your sudoku puzzles up or he will mistake your books for his and do them for you. the image of him sitting cross legged at an armchair like some grandpa is nice but those are your puzzles!!!! but he’s very good at being domestic, just make sure to ALWAYS cook or bake with him!

LUCIFER

Listen, I hc Lucifer as like kind of a wallflower, but even if i’m wrong, he’ll still not be partying with you a lot because he’s busy! of course doesn’t stop you from going out if you want just be safe pls he lovs u

will take a walk with you every day all the time. After dinner before he goes back to work, he’ll take a little stroll with you. when he has time he’ll go for longer ones and show you some off-beat or decrepit devildom areas but he will absolutely just go on little walks with you every day to catch up with you!!

lives for the domestic moments. you bring him coffee? he is glad to be yours! walks in on you doing laundry? how luck he is to have someone so capable <3 he’ll help you fold the rest of the load or will make sure to talk with you while it’s his turn to make dinner (but will make sure you don’t have to help! you deserve a break)

finds your interest in the arcane kinda funny because he IS the arcane but supports you <3 will listen to you list off what you know even if he also knows because he likes hearing what you’ve learned and you get so excited about it! he will return with his own spells and potions you might not know yet and you two could go on for hours about it.

HIGH-MID TIER

ASMODEUS

His interests align with your! Fashion, beauty, partying!! He loves it. LIVES for it. you two are an unstoppable force.

However....the academic/witchy stuff doesn’t suit him as well as the other stuff does? He’ll whine about you “being a satan” or “being a solomon” if you tread too far in one direction

he’ll work out with you though and buy you cute workout gear <3

a relationship with him is less emphasizing trust and more about intimacy (but you can still trust him yknow?) he makes your connection known by demonstrating it plainly rather than feeling like a safehouse, if that make sense? but he does love u to pieces!! remember that

BEELZEBUB

he wants to eat ur cupcakes this is my main reasoning and also NOT a dirty joke

if he goes partying w you he acts more as a personal bouncer and will circle the crowd like a shark for u <3 also great to bring you home if you’re drunk

he likes taking walks and hiking and being active with you! he does have to slow down so he doesn’t overexert your human body but he doesn’t mind because he’s having fun!

v sweet with the domestic stuff, just not great at cleaning. he just leaves crumbs over the floor he just cleaned :/ thinks u look cute in an apron tho

DIAVOLO

AHHHHH he thinks ur so interesting! so well rounded :0

also it’s good that you’re into witchy stuff! that made your transition to the devildom a bit easier huh?

absolutely loves how eager you are to learn because that’s what you need for the program to succeed! and you already know so much.....you would make.....a very knowledgeable..ruler....of the Devildom.....ahem.....

the above are used to physical affection but could back it up with some mistakes but Diavolo doesn’t get the chance to give affection so whatever ur comfortable with getting he will channel it all in to that!! gifts or words or whatever!!!

but if u give him a lil smooch he will be !!!!!!!! it just feels nice

AN ANOMALY

BARBATOS

I don’t understand this fucker (affectionate). IDK if I can’t place him bc I don’t know him that well or just because he refuses to be categorized but! he is here. perfectly in the middle. taunting me.

idk ur academic prowess is preferable because he wants someone who can keep up with him. and ur interest in spooky stuff works well bc he’s a demon and if he were a human he’d like the occult too.

can’t really go clubbing or take you very many places bc of work :/ he can do strolls around the garden though! or walk you home from places :)

good with the not initiating physical touch because he can shapeshift into whatever you need him to be. an anomaly indeed.

LOW-MID TIER

SIMEON

he respects you :)

finds your academic pursuits inspring! your interest in the occult is a bit off-putting at first but you all are in hell so who is he to blame?

loves to collect your witchy stuff with you <3 knows a lot about safe to eat fruits so he’ll be collecting things for a fresh strawberry pie while you collect what you need to summon lucifer without a pact even though he lives in ur house and you HAVE a pact. 

you can bake the pie together though <3

BELPHEGOR

he does not respect you :)

finds your occult pursuits inspiring! your interest in excelling in academics is a bit off-putting at first - why would you choose to put more work in when you can jsut vibe and pass bc you’re an exchange student?

(ok i’m done making this the inverse of the above lol)

not the most chatty or the most workout-y or patying-y or anything BUT he can be a little domestic. you do the cleaning and he can cook once in a while! and he’ll make the bed! and then he’ll sleep in it immediately. but he’ll be wishing you were cuddling with him the whole time <3

LOW TIER

MAMMON

he’s got the energy but not the respect

unlike the way belphie disrespects you, mammon does it just bc you’re incompatible :/ but like in the nicest way possible

he interrupts when he’s chatty and he’s not the type to hang out with nerds and like. he’s too scared to get into the occult and abandoned buildings.

he does love you to bits! just....not in the way you want. sorry mams :/

LEVIATHAN

he can get chatty for sure!!

but he just does not have the energy to match your academic pursuits or your outdoorsy interests or clubbing or beauty or any of that. 

ok MAYBE the enrd stuff but like only a little! too much and that’d make him a normie >:(

y’all trust each other a lot tho! just as henry and lord of shadow, like friends. not a significant others

OKAY i didn’t burn myself out!! i hope you like this and agree maybe? hehe this was fun

[richiefuckfacetozier]

Chapter 3: Winding Me Up Inside

Story: Why Can’t This Be Love

Click to read on Archive

Art of Eddie and Richie by @whatidoisxsecret

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

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Eddie honked profusely at the car in front of him. Everyone had decided it was idiot day on the road as one of the bridges was down from a car fire. People were cutting him off or making illegal u-turns that almost hit his car. He ended up pulling over to grab a drink at a restaurant. He wasn’t very well going to die tonight if he could calm his nerves with alcohol instead. It was unfortunate that he left his pills at home, knowing they could calm him immediately but a gin and prune juice, his healthy alcoholic beverage of choice, would have to do the trick. 

About a month had gone by since ‘The Arrangement’, something Richie had started calling their pretend dating. Eddie would’ve rather called it ‘The Nightmare’ but Richie wanted a positive outlook on the situation. 

Eddie eyed a grungy bar next to a pizza joint that looked perfect to grab a cheap drink. However, upon further observation, there was a rainbow flag sticking out above the bar’s entrance. He blinked at it, took a step forward, then froze. His body had seized up at the prospect of going in.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there but a booming voice said, “You in or out?” Tossing him from a temporary mind blank.

“Huh?” Eddie focused on the bouncer standing by the entrance, who was ripped and large. He never understood having such intimidating people be the first greeting you encounter before entering a bar or club. Don’t these businesses want people to come in? “Oh...er...no no. Just searching for a place to drink.” 

“Well, this is a bar.” The man eyed Eddie up and down, giving the impression of being humanly x-rayed. “Drinking is the main activity...among other things.” There was some prolonged eye contact between them that dried Eddie’s throat into a Sahara desert.

Eddie nodded shifting forward. He reached for his wallet, which had his ID, but his hand merely hovered over his slack's front pocket. 

“Maybe another time?” The man suggested with a lighter tone. Eddie straightened up, nodded and walked away. 

He just failed at that pretty spectacularly. What would Richie think? Probably that he was a chicken. This had been an extra hard month. With the realization, he may have stronger feelings toward guys than he had ever admitted to himself. He had stopped sleeping, barely ate, and secluded himself more. 

Suddenly, the demise of his relationship with Myra was making more sense. When she used to touch him sensually, his skin crawled. He assumed that was from the years of his mother convincing him the world was a germ-infested blackhole, girls were dirty, and how he could never truly be clean. Except he rarely felt that way when Richie touched him. Or any of his friends. Sure, they had known each other for years, but he knew Myra for a long time too and it didn’t settle into a comfortableness that relationships were meant. 

He tended to resist Myra’s kisses, fake not feeling good to get out of sex, and pushed her away constantly. Their break up had been devastating. At the time he believed it was because the love of his life left him. Now he knew the truth. 

Eddie eventually got a drink at a bar a few blocks away. The drink refreshed and calmed him immediately. It’s funny how certain things relaxed him right away because he’d conditioned himself to feel that way. His mind began thinking about tomorrow, a chilling dread running up his neck. He scratched at the nape even though nothing truly itched. 

He was seeing his friends for a pre-engagement party celebration. Just the seven of them. The thought almost made him break out into sweats. He downed his drink and ordered another. Usually, he would be extremely excited and thrilled to see the losers club, except the next step in the arrangement, was occurring. Eddie had to come out collectively to the group. A fake coming out but that fakeness was becoming authentic with every passing moment. 

He wished there was someone he could talk this out with. There was Mike, but that felt wrong somehow. The one person he wanted to tell was Richie. What would he even say? There was a nightmare scenario he replayed every day that Richie would laugh in his face, which logically he would never do but Eddie’s attempts at controlling his imagination have never come to fruition. 

While he was absently stirring his drink, his phone started ringing. A picture popped up on his screen of Richie lifting a screaming/laughing Eddie from behind. He took an extra second to remember the joyful memory, running a finger over the picture then answered. 

He sighed into the phone, “Hey, Rich.” 

“Where you at, gumdrop?” said Richie with an obvious smile in his voice.

“A bar. The traffic was crap, so I am waiting it out.” 

“What’re you wearing?” He said suggestively.

Eddie frowned, huffing out, “Work clothes, why?” 

Richie clicked his tongue, “Cause you are supposed to be at Beverly and Ben’s celebration extravaganza in,” quick pause where Eddie figured Richie was looking at his phone for the time, “20 minutes.” 

“No, it is tomorrow.” Eddie insisted.

“No, my cutie patootie Eds, it is today.” 

“No,” He said slowly. “It’s on Friday, you turd.” 

A laugh came through the phone, “Today IS Friday.” 

Eddie paused as horror sunk in fast and deep. “Oh shit…”

“Yeah, so see you at the restaurant!” Richie hung up, leaving Eddie to his panic.

He slapped down a $20 on the bar counter, despite the drink being less than half that and bolted out the door. He ran past the bouncer who shouted, “Don’t trip, kid!”

His car turned on with a roar then he zoomed out of the space. The traffic had significantly cleared which worked in his favor as his car swerved around dangerously. His heart pounded with adrenaline. When he pulled up in front of the restaurant, Richie was standing on the curb smoking a cigarette. 

Eddie gave the valet his car keys, not even thinking about how much that would cost him at the end of the night, and hurried over to his friend. 

“The prodigal son has returned!” Richie tossed the second half of his cigarette on the ground, stomping it out for good measure. As Eddie neared Richie wrapped an arm around his shoulders pulling them close together. The smell of smoke was both overwhelming and familiar. As much as Eddie despised the disgusting habit, he was so used to it that he could brush it off. 

Eddie pushed on his chest to free himself a little but not enough to break contact. “I can’t believe I fucking forgot.” 

“Take a minute to breathe, Eds. Where’s your head been at lately?” Richie asked in what he probably thought was a casual tone, except, Eddie knew better. His friend was really asking ‘Where have you been?' or 'Why are you isolating yourself?’. 

Isolation was the only solution for hiding his emotions, which had been many and increasing each day he spent alone with his thoughts. 

Instead of answering the question, Eddie shrugged and smiled lightly. 

Richie reached up and pinched Eddie’s cheek with a “Cute, cute, cute!”

“Stop it, I hate that!” 

He laughed, “You ready to do this?” 

Eddie took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, “I can’t do this.” 

“You CAN do this!” said Richie with excitement. “Just be yourself.”

“Fake coming out to my friends is the worst idea we’ve ever had. It is wrong.”

“What do you suggest then?”

Eddie nervously glanced at his feet, “I think we should just out ourselves to Bill like we planned next.”

“You think they are going to believe Bill without any pretense? No, you have to come out and it has to be tonight since it’ll be the only time we are all together before Beverly and Ben’s engagement party. If you steal her thunder in any way, she will murder. Who she’ll murder is unclear but it starts with Ed and ends with die. Hey! That was more clever than I intended.”

Eddie swallowed, “Alright, but Richie…”

He made a tracing motion toward the ground  “There will be a chalk shaped Eddie on the ground with Beverly DNA everywhere. It’s going to work, Eds. I promise.”

“Don’t call me, Eds. Listen, Rich I…”

“Stop trying to come up with excuses! It’s going to be fine.”

“No, Richie! Just shut up a second!” His heart was beating out of his chest, he had to tell Richie what he had been going through or everything could be ruined. He had to give him an out if he wanted. Eddie shrugged off Richie’s arm, so they were facing each other. “I’ve been thinking that I...I…”

“Well, spit it out Eds. Thinking what?” 

“I THINK I MIGHT ACTUALLY LIKE GUYS!”

Richie stood shocked and silent at first, just staring. Those ice-blue eyes hiding secrets and judgments that Eddie desperately wanted to hear aloud. Tears had caught in Eddie’s eyes which he blinked away quickly. “Well! Don’t just stand there, asshole! Say SOMETHING!” He demanded. 

“I...I…” Richie sputtered face turning crimson red. 

“Well, spit it out, Trashmouth.” mocked Eddie.

“I do too.” He gasped out. 

It was Eddie’s turn to stare in silence. “Sorry, I think I went temporarily insane. Repeat that?”

“I like guys, too. I have since college.” Richie sighed with relief. “Maybe longer.”

“What? You have?” This revelation made Eddie take a step back. “I had no idea.”

“Not relevant information to disclose.” Shrugged Richie. 

Eddie gave a confused look then lowered his eyes skeptically, “This isn’t a joke, Richie. I actually believe I am gay.”

“You're the one who shoved a rainbow cake with sprinkles on top of my bisexual pie.” Richie’s eyes twinkled. 

“Wow,” A smile broke out across both their faces, pure joy at the realization that they weren’t alone. They had never been alone. “What were the chances that 2 out of the 7 of us friends would be gay.” 

They stood there, in a rare silence, watching each other with a newfound comradery that didn’t seem possible after 20 years of friendship. Richie grabbed Eddie’s forearm and pulled him in for a hug, which was returned 10 fold. Tears that he forgot to keep holding in fell into the side of Richie’s neck. His emotions were on a rollercoaster with no chance of stopping. He faintly heard Richie say, “Eddie, I…”

He didn’t get to finish what he planned to say because a “Richie! Eddie! W-what’s the hold up?” Interrupted them. They quickly broke their embrace as Bill appeared beside them. He looked calm despite a bit of impatience in his eyes, then saw their faces and concern washed over him immediately. 

Bill put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, the weight very comforting. “Everything ok?” He reached in his pocket and took out a travel tissue pack. Eddie gave a watery giggle, taking one and blowing his nose. 

“Yeah, Big Bill,” said Eddie. “Everything’s great.” And he found that his words were true.

After a few more breathes and checking himself in the selfie camera of his phone, Eddie felt ready to face his friends. The three men walked into the restaurant, heading to a back room that Ben reserved for the occasion. 

“Congrats to the couple!” Richie shouted as he bounded over to bear hug and lift Beverly off her feet. She laughed swatting at him, “Let me go you dorkface!” 

“Dorkface!” Exclaimed Richie. “Of all the sass to receive from your dude of honor.” 

Eddie watched the exchange warmly. Ben patted him on the back. “Traffic?” 

“Huh? Oh yeah.” Eddie said embarrassed. “Tons.” 

“There was a car fire and crash on the bridge.” Came the dry, toneless voice of Stanley Uris. “Surprised it wasn’t you Eddie, with all your road rage.”

Eddie gave a pout in Stanley’s direction but walked over to his friend for a handshake and a hug. “Such a kind, warm greeting from you Stan. I miss you, too.” 

“Where’ve you been lately?” He sounded unperturbed, but he wouldn’t ask if there wasn’t a genuine concern.

“Oh ya know,” Eddie trailed off with a shrug. Stanley lifted an eyebrow but didn’t push it, for now at least.

Eddie started to seat himself between Stanley and Ben when Richie grabbed his collar jerking him backward. “Scoot over, Stan the man.” 

Stanley rolled his eyes, “No.” 

“Why?” asked Richie.

“Because I am comfortable here.” 

“You’re being a stinker, Stanley. Move to the seat next to Ben. You like Ben, don’t you?” 

“Of course I…”

Richie looked right at Ben, “Too bad for you, Benny boy, it seems Stanley doesn’t like you anymore.” 

“Beep- beep, Richie,” Beverly warned while drinking a glass of wine and placing a hand on Ben’s arm. 

“I’m just saying it is suspect that the best man doesn’t want to sit next to the groom.” 

“He’s not a groom until the wedding day.” Stanley insisted. “And I am already sitting…” 

“Richie isn’t gonna let it go, Stan. Just move over one.” said Bill with strong finality. None of the losers liked to admit anymore that Bill remained the group’s leader even into adulthood. But when he made a request it was usually followed with little argument. Eddie figured it didn’t matter how independent any of them grew up to be, Bill still held a controlling rope over them. Something Stanley was known to resent.

He moved over a seat as Eddie gave an apologetic look at every one. Getting between Richie and Stanley tended to end in him being yelled at, so he rarely bothered anymore. Besides, he bickered with Richie more than anyone else so Stanley had no room to complain. 

Richie glanced around the room realizing they had a missing loser. “Where’s Mike?” 

“Bathroom,” Responded Beverly, still nursing her drink. “How was work, Eddie?” 

“Fine, I guess.” The last thing he wanted to talk about, except his mother, was his boring job. “An econ student was hired as my intern, which makes me think I’ve finally made it.” 

“Poor bastard is in for a world of ribbing by all your accounting co-workers,” said Richie, bumping Eddie’s shoulder. 

Eddie laughed, “Oh, I already made a joke at him today. Why do economists exist?” He scanned around the table then opened his mouth to answer. 

Mike’s voice interrupted from the door of the private room, “So accountants have someone to laugh at.”

“Mike!” whined Eddie. “You stole my punch line.”

“Sorry, Eddie.” He took his seat between Beverly and Bill. 

Stanley smirked, “You practiced that joke didn’t you.” 

“Shut up,” Eddie groaned. “How was your trip, Ben?” 

“Not the best,” Ben sighed, he wore a deprecating grin. No matter the story, Ben always had some kind of upturned smile, it was a unique quality. Considering most people told Eddie he had sad eyes, being able to smile at all times would be an excellent trait. “I didn’t leave early enough like I usually do because it was so early in the morning. I left my water bottle in the rental car they got me, then ran from TSA to the gate, was in my seat when I realized the sweater Bev got me for my birthday was back at security.” 

Beverly rubbed his back soothingly, “We can get you new ones of both those things.”

“I know, it’s just a bummer because they were special items before I lost them.” Eddie understood. Ben and he shared the same mentality about their personal items, each thing they owned held a nice memory. He knew that the water bottle was one Ben got from his job after the big promotion, he could ask for another one but it wouldn’t be the same as the moment he received the gift. The feeling of pride and achievement all through a meaningless material item. 

“Well, lucky for you, Ben.” Richie pulled out something from his bag, handing it across the table to Ben. “I had these made for everyone.” Richie continued grabbing water bottles from his bag, passing them around. 

“This is so nice, Rich!” said Beverly. She laughed at the label. Eddie looked down at his seeing ‘#TeamBenverly’. It was great quality, a platted maroon paint covered the bottle with the lettering in a bold white. 

“I still have the keychain you gave us for my bachelor party.” said Bill.

“That’s right!” Mike chimed in. “What does it say again?” 

“Big Bill’s Bitchin’ Bachelor Bash.” Stanley drawled. “Kinda clever.” 

Richie grabbed Eddie’s shoulder, making Eddie almost jump in confusion. He stared at Richie, who was clutching his heart in mock shock, “A compliment? I don’t think I can handle that from you, Stanley Urine.” 

“I take it back,” said Stanley, “You don’t have any cleverness. Only idiocy.” 

“Hmmmm, insults,” Richie leaned in front of Eddie, still holding his shoulder as his face got closer to an unamused Stanley. “They feed my very soul.” 

Eddie placed his hand over Richie’s face and pushed him backward the metal of his glasses digging into Eddie’s hand, “Your soul has a healthy appetite then.” 

“Oof, your words fill me up most, Eds.” 

“Eds is a dumb nickname and you know it.” 

“Alright, alright!” Mike called the attention toward him. “Let’s hear from Ben and Beverly. A decade of being together and now you’re tying the knot. How does it feel?” 

Ben looked to Beverly, who smiled sweetly at him. “Feels perfect,” said Ben simply, but in those two words, he expressed years worth of working toward friendship and partnership that went beyond infatuation. “I’m so happy. And even happier to have my best friends around to celebrate.” 

“This wedding is really about coming together,” started Beverly, “With our friends, the family we’ve chosen, to celebrate love. I think what we have with all of you is rare and...” 

Eddie thought deeply about her phrasing ‘the family we’ve chosen’. He had many issues with his mother, different than Beverly’s father problems but they both came from toxic environments. Kindred spirits in a dark and twisted way. 

With all his thoughts lately, he had pushed down how his mother would react. He may never tell her, if he could help it. Her religious views left no room for tolerance on the subject. 

He shoved thinking about his mother deep in a box in his brain and focused on Beverly, who was still speaking, “...so just thank you for being there for us. Anyway, let’s fucking celebrate!” 

They all cheered, Eddie looking around with a smile on his face. With his ‘chosen family’ he could trust them to love him no matter what. 

As the night wore on with lots of laughs, food, and stories. Ben brought up the story of when he finally got the courage to ask out Beverly, “I was waiting outside of school, sweating profusely, despite wearing 2 sweaters…”

“You always wore so many layers!” said Bill laughing. 

“Well, when you are fat and subconscious, that’s how you hide it.” Ben said, voice lowering a bit in embarrassment. 

“Ben Handsome now shows off his true glory and beauty.” said Richie with a wink. “Just the way I like it.”

“Beep- beep, Richie.” Blushed Ben. “As I was saying, I waited outside and she approached me like in slow motion. I thought I was going to throw up. As I opened my mouth to say something she said,” He motioned for Beverly to continue the story. 

She giggled, “I said, ‘Ben, let’s go to prom together’. His face drained of color and he passed out.” The whole room erupted in laughs. “I..I was knocked to the ground!” Beverly tried to say through gleeful tears, “He fell forward into me.” 

“You were a very pleasant landing.” Ben smiled in mortification. 

“You planning to faint at your wedding too?” said Stanley, “As your best man, I will need to prepare.” 

“No, I’m not. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” said Richie. “I will have a fainting couch ready as a precaution.”

“You’ll probably just jump in front of Beverly and take one for the team,” piped Eddie.

“Speaking of the wedding,” Stanely rounded on Eddie and Richie. A dread bubbled in Eddie’s stomach. “You two having to bring dates is the smartest rule. I should have thought of that for my wedding.” 

Richie threw his napkin at Stanley’s face, “Don’t make me take YOU as my date Stan the man.” 

“You could never get this, Trashmouth.” 

“I can get whoever I want. Right, Eds?” 

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie mumbled. “While we are on the subject, just so no one is surprised, I might bring someone who none of you would expect.” Eddie felt his knee being squeezed from under the table. It took him a moment to realize it was Richie’s hand, he was giving a warning. Most likely telling him to keep the details limited, but Eddie hoped it was a touch for encouragement.

“Please, don’t bring Myra.” said Mike making the group groan collectively. 

“Now, that would be unexpected.” Richie snickered.

“Eddie, you’re not actually thinking…” said Bill seriously. “Beverly, if they get back together I blame you.” 

“Me?!” Beverly opened her mouth to fight but Eddie interrupted. 

“Hello! Back to me, losers. I am not bringing Myra. I am not even interested in women!” The words slipped out quick, and he wished they could be suctioned into his mouth once more. 

They went quiet, as the news hit them. Mike was smiling at Eddie. He felt his bravery trickling into cowardice the longer none of them said anything. 

“S-so does this mean,” began Bill. “That you-you’re g-“

“Gay? Yes, stuttering Bill.” Richie answered seeming to be frustrated by Bill’s condition for the first time in a long time. Then a chair screeched out and Beverly ran around the table, slamming herself into Eddie. 

Her soft hair tickled his neck, his heart was calming down from her sudden show of affection. He placed a hand on the arm she slung over his chest. Richie’s hand hadn’t left his knee either. Everyone else’s reactions were fairly standard, awkward congratulations or they were proud of him, all expected. The surprising reaction was Stanley, perhaps because he didn’t react at all. He was silent for the rest of the evening. 

As they all stood outside saying goodbyes, Stanley seemed to linger a little aways from Eddie. He waited for the rest to leave, Richie was the last to hug him and head to his car. He wandered toward Stanley hesitantly. The taller man was twisting his key in hand repetitively, tapping his foot methodically. 

“So,” Eddie begun lightly, “I’ll see you later?” 

“Yeah,” answered Stanley stiffly. Eddie cocked his head to the side trying to meet his friend’s eyes, then gave up turning to leave. “How do you know?” Came his voice clearly from behind.

Eddie turned around, a few paces away. “Know what, Stan?”

“That you’re into guys.” 

“Because I just do?”

“How long have you known?” 

“Er...that’s more complicated. I mean I’ve been sitting on it for a month but..”

“A month?” interrupted Stanley, he was getting pink in the cheeks. “You’ve known a month and are coming out. That’s not enough time to know.” 

“What’re you talking about?” Eddie was trying to keep his voice calm, he could feel that tingle of rage that surges in him when he feels attacked.

“Have you ever been with a guy?” 

“What does that have to do with knowing whether I am gay? I know that every time I’ve thought of girls it hasn’t been the same as with guys. Or how with Myra...” 

“Ok, yeah! Myra!” He rose his voice like winning some kind of twisted victory. “You were with her for a year and you really didn’t know?”

“Stan, you’re being a jackass.” 

“I am trying to understand why you kept this from us?” 

“From YOU, you mean? Stan, I didn’t keep it from anyone. I was figuring out my shit, then I talked about it with Mike and…”

“You told Mike first?” 

“Um...no…” He caught himself quickly. “I told Richie first then Mike.” 

A hurt flashed over Stanley’s eyes that Eddie hadn’t seen in years. “You told them before me?” 

“Stan...come on. I told the rest of you at the same time. It was just easier to tell them at the time.” 

“I’ve known you as long as Richie has. Much longer than Mike.”

“It’s not about that!” Eddie was at a loss. This was getting nowhere. “I don’t know what to say, Stan. I’m not going to apologize.” 

“There is nothing to apologize for.”

“Then why are you fighting with me like there is?” 

Stanley remained silent. His arguments lost on his tongue. “I am tired. I will talk to you later.” And he walked away. Eddie stood there, stomach twisting the food inside uncomfortably, eyes watery from the sadness creeping in his head.

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Kisses

Requested by anonymous:  Hi, idk if you take requests but if you do could you do like a angst to fluff where the reader and harrison are in the same friend group and he always liked her and flirted with her they kissed a few times but then suddenly he realised he actually felt smth for her so he shut it down but then he sees her talking with other guys and gets jealous so he gets mad at her but it ends in fluff???

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Alcohol, a bar fight, some really badly written angst

A/N: I’ve rewritten this like three times and I still can’t seem to make it better so whatever, here it is haha

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It all begun months ago – years even.  When you had met Haz and his group of friends back in boarding school. You had kinda been friends the moment you had met but only that. You were closer to your girlfriends who were actually friends with him. That meant you often hung out with him and the boys but still you weren’t particularly close to him.

The first time you had kissed Haz was back at prom. You had drunk a little too much and you had danced with him all night. His lips had found yours at the end of the night, as the DJ had announced the last song. The kiss had tasted of alcohol and his lips had been soft against yours as he had kissed you almost hungrily.

It had happened again at your first college party, a few months later. And then it became frequent. Well, you didn’t see Haz frequently but when you did you always found yourself kissing him as if your life depended on it. Welp.

Tonight was not going to be different. At least you hoped. You were kind of into Haz and you liked kissing him once in a while. After all, he’s an attractive guy, who could blame you?

Your friends were coming to your place to pre-drink so you got ready listening to music as you waited for them. When they arrived, you drank with them, slowly getting tipsy, slowly getting excited for the night that was to come.

The club you were going to – Annabel’s Mayfair – was a fancy club and you were surprised that you’d even be able to go. Thanks to Haz though. The Uber ride to get there was spent listening to music, chatting with the driver who was extremely nice, explaining to you all how he had become an Uber driver.

He dropped you off in front of the doors of the club. Haz was waiting there, standing next to the bouncer. He was on his cellphone and he looked up from it as you all walked towards him. Your friends all hugged him, greeting him. When he pulled away from Laura, he looked at you for the first time that night. Your heart skipped a beat as you smiled to him.

“Hey there”, he greeted you.

“Hey.”

You just stood there for a moment, feeling awkward underneath his icy gaze.

“No hugs for me?” he asked, his brow cocked.

You chuckled as you stepped towards him, hugging him. “You div.”

He laughed in your ear as you pulled away. He looked at your face and his brows knit together. His hands fell to his side and he looked away. That sudden change of behaviour made you feel strange inside and you looked down to your feet.

You got in the club, the music already loud in there. You tried not to look at Haz, who was now stubbornly avoiding your gaze. You parted ways, you ended up with your three girlfriends. You drank some more, ordering shots with Laura, Mae and Harper. You also talked with Tom (yeah, Tom Holland, the perks of being in the same group of friends as Haz) but not once did you talk with Haz. It was almost like he was avoiding you.

It felt strange and you would be lying if you were to say that it didn’t hurt you. But you sucked it up, pretending that you were fine as you spent the rest of the night with your friends, the ones that actually talked to you.

Towards the end of the night, you found yourself standing in front of Haz. He had come out of nowhere and you were stunned to see him. He smiled softly, his eyes slowly taking in your features. His smile then fell and he looked away.

“What’s up, asshat”, you said, not even caring about the insult that had slipped from your lips.

His brows furrowed. “Hey.”

You mimicked his expression. “Have you been avoiding me, Osterfield?”

He looked away, gulping. “No, I … Why would I?”

You moved to stand in the direction he was looking at so he wouldn’t have the choice but to look at you. “I don’t know, you’ve been acting strange all night.”

“I haven’t.” His eyes fell to his feet. “Listen. I think it’s better if we stop, you know, if we stop kissing each time we… uh… go out.”

Your heart fell and you looked away. “Oh.”

Tom arrived then, throwing an arm around Haz’s shoulders. He had a goofy grin on his lips and it took him a moment to realize that he had just interrupted something.

You wondered when tears had started pricking at your eyes as you looked up to Tom, smiling sadly. “I’m going now.” Your eyes trailed to Haz as you blinked a couple of times. “Bye, Haz.”

“Woah”, Tom said. “Are you guys okay?”

You didn’t reply as you started walking away, making your way through the dancefloor. You took your phone out of your pocket to call for an Uber, never once stopping. And the part that hurt you the most was that Haz didn’t walk after you. He didn’t try to stop you.

You stepped outside as your Uber arrived. You got in, looking towards the doors of the club, hoping that Haz – anyone – was going to come check on you but nobody did. You cursed yourself mentally for having run away as the Uber driver started driving away. You hadn’t even told your friends that you had left.

You texted the group chat to tell them you were on the way home. Mae texted back a couple of minutes later.

Mae: Already? Didn’t u say u wanted to go back with Haz?

You had did. You had told the three girls about how you had developed a crush on Haz. After all, kissing him once in a while had gotten into your head.

You: Haz told me we shouldn’t kiss anymore so I guess he doesn’t have a crush on me.

Mae: Oof :/

You put your phone away, looking out the window as the driver turned on your street, slowly coming to a stop in front of your flat. You thanked him and got out, climbing the stairs to your door. You unlocked the door and got in, kicking your shoes off as you directly moved toward your room. You plopped yourself down on your bed, your thoughts wandering back to Haz.

What had changed? Why didn’t he want to kiss you anymore? It was just some harmless fun… Right? Unless he had met someone? That was the only explanation that you could come up with as you slowly drifted to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up feeling a little out of place. As if something was wrong. It took you a moment to remember what had happened with Haz. Your heart sank again and you hid your face in your pillow, trying to figure out when things had gone wrong.

You had gone out the week before and everything had been okay. You had danced together and kissed and he had even asked you to come back to his place but you had said no. Because you hadn’t yet realized about your crush and you kept repeating to yourself that you couldn’t have a one night stand with one of your friends.

Whatever.

For the next few days, you tried not to think about Haz. Which was quite harder than it looked. Somehow, each time you looked at your social media, he was there, in a story or on a picture. He was always there, behind your screen, smiling from ear to ear. It made you think that maybe Haz didn’t care about you at all. Maybe he truly had someone else in his life now.

You went on with your life, going to work and hanging out with your friends. Until one day your friends decided to go out again, with the whole group of friends. Meaning Haz would be there.

At first, you didn’t want to go. You told your friends but they weren’t having none of it. They kept telling you that you should go and make Haz jealous. Which sounded like a really good idea until you actually had to do it.

You finally decided to go, a part of you hoping that maybe you could talk to Haz. To ask why things had changed. Because even though it’d been a while you were still thinking about it. And you deserved an explanation right?

This time, you only went to a pub. Because your group of friends wanted to catch up. Which was better this way if you were being honest. It would be easier to talk to Haz that way.

You got there, looking around the pub to search for Haz. You found your group of friends and you walked towards them. You were disappointed to see that Haz was nowhere to be seen.

You sat with your friends, talking to them a little. Mae noticed how you kept looking around and she understood that you probably were waiting for Haz to arrive. So she put a drink in front of you and sent an apologetic smile your way. You tried to ignore her because you didn’t want her to know how disappointed you were. Which was way harder to do than it looked.

So Haz wasn’t coming after all. Maybe he didn’t want to see you so he had figured it was better not to come. Whatever his reason was, it made you feel sick inside. Didn’t you even deserve an explanation?

You downed your drink to Mae’s dismay before getting up, telling your friends that you had to go to the bathroom.

You went to the bathroom, taking your time on the way. You needed some time to think and to get over the fact that Haz wasn’t coming. It was the least you could do if you wanted to have some fun tonight and to not be a burden to your friends.

Before you left the bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror, taking a couple of deep breaths to get the courage to step out. Once you did, you moved towards the bar, where you ordered yourself a beer.

As you waited for your beer, you looked around the pub, your eyes falling on the booth where your friends were sitting. You were stunned to see that Haz was there and he was looking your way.

“Can I get something to drink for the pretty lady?” a voice said behind you.

You glanced at the guy who had talked to you before looking back at Haz who was now talking to Mae and Tom.

“Uh, already ordered a beer”, you chuckled.

“Crap”, the guy laughed and you noticed he had dimples when he smiled. Which you found totally adorable.

His grey eyes found yours again. You smiled to him as the bartender gave you your beer.

“There you go”, you said, taking a sip.

The guy smiled, tilting his head to the side. “I’m Gavin”, he softly said. “You are?”

“Y/n.” You shook his hand, your cheeks turning red as he smiled again.

“Well, Y/n, you have a beautiful smile”, Gavin complimented you.

You looked down at your beer as your cheeks turned even darker. “Thank you.”

Gavin just looked at you for a moment until you looked up, your eyes finding his. “Actually, I wanted to ask you, can I have your phone number?”

You hesitated a little but eventually gave him your number after having glanced toward Haz, your eyes finding the blue gaze you kept seeing in your dreams. If you wanted to make Haz jealous you knew you had to begin somewhere. “Text me”, you told Gavin once your eyes landed back on him. You boldly kissed his cheek before walking back to your table.

Haz was staring at you and you noticed how he had clenched his jaw as you got closer to the table. You smiled to him, a cold smile, and he looked down to the table.

“Hey, Haz”, you greeted him.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark. “Hey.”

You sat down next to him, as close as you could. He avoided your gaze, looking up to Tom, quietly asking for help.

You decided not to push him more, even though you were suddenly very angry. You didn’t know where that came from – maybe it came from the fact that he had been staring at you as if he was jealous when there was nothing between the two of you, especially now that you guys couldn’t even kiss anymore.

The night went on as you chatted with your friends, glancing to Gavin once in a while, smiling to him as you tried to see if that would make Haz jealous. And indeed, each time you looked back to Haz, he was already staring, his brows furrowed.

You ignored it for most of the night but as you drank more and more, it began making you even angrier. And your patience was slowly wearing off.

You got up from the table, moving towards the bathroom. Your eyes caught Gavin’s gaze, who moved toward you. From the corner of your eyes you could see Haz staring at you so you stopped walking, waiting for Gavin to catch up with you.

Once the guy did, you shot a look to Haz, whose eyes were still on you. Great. Time to put on a show.

“Hey so, I know you told me to text you but I was thinking that…” Gavin began but you grabbed him by the cheeks and pressed your lips on his.

He didn’t move for a moment, a little startled but then he relaxed into your touch, kissing you back. But not for long.

“Leave her alone”, Haz spat, pushing Gavin away.

Gavin chuckled, raising his hands. “You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend, Y/n.”

“He’s not my boyfriend”, you growled, looking at Haz. “Leave me alone, Osterfield.”

“It’s time to go home”, Haz said.

You chuckled dryly as Gavin talked. “She told you to leave her alone, mate.”

“And I’m telling you to mind your fucking business”, Haz spat, venom dripping from his words.

Gavin pushed Haz as the blue-eyed boy tried to grab your arm. Things were getting out of hands but all you could do was to stand there. You watched as Haz hit Gavin and Gavin grabbed Haz, pushing him against the wall. That’s when you reacted. You tried to step between the two guys but Mae arrived behind you, pulling you away.

Gavin hit Haz, right on the cheekbone and you stared as a drop of blood rolled down Haz’s cheek.

“Hey, woah”, you yelled, getting out of Mae’s grip to push Gavin, whose fist was raised again, ready to hit Haz.

You noticed light glistening on a ring which explained why the blow had cut Haz’s cheek.

“Stop that”, you said, getting between the two guys.

Gavin chuckled dryly. “You know what, Y/n? You ain’t worth it”, he growled before walking away, his friends waiting for him a couple of meters away.

You watched him walk away for a moment, before looking around. Mae was standing behind you, her mouth agape. Behind her was Tom, who was walking your way, a concerned look on his face.

You turned around to look to Haz. “What the fuck is your problem, Osterfield?” you enquired, your voice harsh.

Haz shut his eyes before punching the wall.

“Woah, calm the fuck down”, you spat. “I’m calling an Uber and we’re leaving and I’m giving you a single chance to explain what the fuck is wrong with you before I fucking punch you myself, okay?”

Haz looked at you and you were surprised to see that his eyes held sadness. Lots of it. Your anger died down and you were just left standing there, looking at him.

“It’s not like you’d care”, Haz mumbled before walking away, toward the door.

You followed him, walking past Mae and Tom, not once glancing their way. The two of them didn’t try to stop you, knowing damn well that you and Haz had to talk.

You had to wait a full five minutes before the Uber arrived, a five minute that felt like an eternity as Haz and you both just stood there in silence. Haz was staring at his feet and he looked like a lost puppy. You almost wanted to take his hand in yours, to reassure him. Almost.

The ride was even more silent, if that was possible. Haz was looking out the window, his hand resting on the seat between the two of you. You wanted to reach out and put your hand over his… but you didn’t. You couldn’t, not after what had just happened.

The Uber dropped you at your place and you got out, thanking the driver. You moved toward the door but Haz didn’t follow you. You turned around, your eyes searching for Haz’s gaze but he was looking at his feet.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

Haz looked up at you. “Why did you kiss that guy?”

You scoffed. “Why did I kiss that guy? Why do you even care?”

Haz shook his head. “Are you serious?”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. “Let’s get inside, I wouldn’t want my neighbours to hear us fight.”

You opened your eyes to see Haz staring at you. He sighed deeply before moving toward you.

You fumbled for your keys, unlocking the door and then walking in. Haz hesitated before following you. You shut the door behind him, locking it before turning towards him.

“So, care to explain?” you told him.

He glanced at you before chuckling dryly. “You’re oblivious, aren’t you?”

You furrowed your brows. “Why’s that?”

Haz walked toward the living room, running a tired hand through his hair.

“Why’s that?” you repeated.

“I have feelings for you!” Haz burst out.

The silence that followed was the heaviest you had experienced in your life. “What?” you eventually let out.

“I’ve got feelings for you”, Haz said, his voice lower.

You gulped. “Then why did you tell me we couldn’t kiss anymore?” you whispered.

Haz shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, I had this plan in my mind but things didn’t go as I thought they would”, he admitted.

You sighed, suddenly feeling drained. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

You moved to the bathroom, where you took a wash cloth that you wet before moving back to the living room. Haz was now sitting on your couch, his chin resting on his closed fist. You sat next to him, slowly raising your hand toward the blood on his cheek.

“Mind if I…” you trailed off.

He glanced at you. “Go on.”

You gently washed the dry blood from his cheek and then washed the small cut, earning you a grunt from Haz.

“You’re gonna have one hell of a bruise on there”, you murmured as Haz glanced at you.

He chuckled looking down at his closed fists on his thighs. “Right.”

You put down the cloth, silence spreading between the two of you. What were you supposed to say now? That you were sorry for being oblivious and not realizing that he had feelings for you when he had been the one to say he didn’t want to kiss you anymore?

Haz saved you by talking first.

“You know”, he softly said. “I had this plan to ask you out on a proper date but then you ran away and I didn’t know what to do.”

“You could have just texted me, you know?” you replied. “Or you could have followed me.”

“I didn’t know what to say”, Haz admitted. “And it’s not like we’ve texted before, we barely talk outside of our group of friends.”

“Well, that doesn’t mean we aren’t friends, right?”

Haz glanced at you. “If we were, I’m pretty sure I’ve ruined it by now.”

You held his gaze before looking away, your eyes landing on the wash cloth that was stained with blood as his gaze stayed glued on your profile. “I don’t think you have”, you finally said.

Haz looked away as the silence spread again. You figured it was your turn to speak now.

“I ran away because you hurt me”, you slowly said. “I kinda have feelings for you too and… hearing you saying that you didn’t want to kiss me anymore… it hurt me, you know.”

Haz chuckled. “I couldn’t have chosen my words in a worse way.”

You chuckled too. “I gotta admit I overreacted. And…” you paused, searching for your words. “I was trying to make you jealous. With Gavin. Didn’t think it would lead to a bar fight.”

“Sorry about that”, Haz apologized. “I… I don’t know what happened.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry”, you whispered.

“You know, I had planned to tell you we couldn’t kiss in bars anymore”, he explained. “Not like we couldn’t kiss anymore. And then I wanted to ask you out. I don’t know, it sounded great in my head.” He chuckled. “Guess I was wrong.”

You gently put a hand on his thigh. He looked at you, his eyes falling to your lips before finding your eyes again. There was a softness in his gaze in which you knew you could get lost if you were to let yourself go. His eyes made you think of the blue of the sky on a summer evening, when the sun had just set and the first stars were appearing up there. His eyes were truly the most beautiful thing about him, if you were being honest and now they were staring at you and all you could do was stare back.

Haz slowly leaned in. His hand found your cheek. He gently brushed your cheek with his thumb as his lips hesitantly found yours. You kissed softly, your lips barely touching. The kiss was entirely different from what you were used to. Kissing Haz usually was more tongue and hands trailing on your body. But right now, it was soft, hesitant and the total opposite of what you were used to but at the same time so much better than anything you had experienced before.

You pulled apart slowly, your eyes fluttering opened to find Haz already looking at you.

“Hey”, he whispered and you chuckled.

He rested his forehead against yours and you shut your eyes.

“Will you go out with me?” he enquired, hope intertwined with his words.

You laughed. “Yes, you div, I will.”

“Great”, he chuckled.

Haz kissed you again and you could feel him smiling through the kiss.

“Next time begin with that”, you murmured when you pulled apart to catch your breath. “Instead of saying some stupid shit.”

He chuckled, nodding. “I promise I will.”

You smiled to him before pressing your lips against his again.

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[allthingsmachinegunkelly]

Imagine #8

The first couple days of your guys' deal was easy. You went home to your apartment and did some work for a while then went out for dinner with Kells, the guys, and some other people from the tour. It was a celebratory dinner for the end of the tour. You interacted with Kells but you didn't feel any sexual urges come over you. He must not have either as he wasn't trying to take you home afterwards. You slept in your own bed, which you missed so much. The second day he was working in the studio with the guys so you didnt see him at all. He had been messaging you though. He woke you up with a good morning text and you guys just had a casual convo all day.

It was the third day and Kells had an interview with a local radio station. You had to be at his house because you had to ride with him there. As you walked in he was still in his breifs wandering around the kitchen. Somehow you felt nothing as he was supposed to be ready and you we're annoyed that he was going to be late.

After the interview he went to the studio with the guys and you went home. You thought he would've caved by now but he hasn't even been flirty which wasn't against the rules. You hope he is still interested in you... Just four more days and you'll find out.

It's the fourth day. You, Kells, and the guys have to fly to L.A. for an appearance. As you get to the private airport, the guys are already talking about partying tonight. You've learned to always pack for a party. It's basically a necessity with this crew. You all climb onto the private jet. You take a seat at the back of the plane and Kells plops down in the seat right next to you which catches you by surprise.

Quickly the plane starts moving and you know you're going to be in the sky soon. You hate flying. You've obviously gotten used to it with all the times you go back and forth from places but it still makes you nervous. Taking off is your least favorite part. You grab Kells' hand as your heart beats faster.

Kells doesn't seem taken by surprise that you held his hand. He's still deep in a convo with the guys but he obviously noticed. The plane is rising and you can feel your stomach turning. You squeeze his hand harder and grab his upper arm with your other hand. He stops mid sentence and turns to you and sees your discomfort.

"Awe shit, I forget you hate flying", he says and turns his body towards you. You say nothing to try to keep from possibly throwing up from the rising plane and nervousness. "Nothing's gonna happen". You still say nothing as you lean the side of your head down onto his shoulder, still squeezing his hand.

Finally, the take off is over, the plane is in the air, and it's done rising. You feel relief wash over you and let your hands relax so that you're no longer squeezing his hand.

Kells kisses the top of your head, "see it's all good now babe".

You lift your head from his shoulder and look at him. "Yeah but we still have to land and that's almost as bad", you whine. You grab the blanket you always carry from your duffel throw it over your legs and grab Kells' hand again. He didn't seem to mind.

"I can make you forget you're even on a plane." He kisses your lips. 

“Oh yeah?” you ask sarcastically. “How?” You think you know what he has in mind but you want him to be the one who caves. 

He looks at you and wipes his lips with his thumb. He cocks a little smile and whispers, “come to the back with me”. You smile and say nothing. you can see him realizing he almost lost the bet.“Wait, I ain’t giving in,” he pleads, “you don’t know what I was gonna do.” 

You laugh, “mhhmm, I know exactly what was going through your head.” 

“Nahh, we sittin right here the rest of the flight. You can hold my hand but I guess you wanna be miserable the whole flight.” He looks away from you and adjusts in his seat.

“It’s only a two hour flight I think I’ll be fine.” You keep smiling because you love that he can’t resist you. He looks let down. 

The flight is almost over and it’s about to land. You and Kells hadn’t really said a word to each other during the rest of the flight. He was too busy talking with the guys and you dozed off on his shoulder off and on. You could feel your stomach turning again as the plane descended. You sat up straight and squeezed his hand and laid your head back with your eyes closed. You can feel your heart race again so you try to breathe slowly. Suddenly you feel a warm hand glide down the loose joggers you were wearing. Your eyes shoot open and see Kells' hand slipping under the blanket. It's the evening so the inside of the plane is fairly dark plus you two are in the back of the plane. Your free hand grabs his hand and tries to stop it from going further into your pants.

He pushes his lips into your neck and whispers, "let me, baby".

You give in and let his hand slide under your thong. His long fingers slip inside your folds and begin rubbing your clit. You let out a breathy moan. You look to see if the guys heard but notice that most are wearing headphones.

He continues running his fingers in circles over your core and occasionally pushes a finger inside you. You exchange sloppy kisses as he tries to cover your moans. The plane lands on the runway and you see the guys take their headphones off and start to get their stuff together. You pull Kells' hand out of your pants and push him away from you. As you do, he pushes the fingers with your fluid, into your mouth. You suck them lightly before he pulls them out. You notice you have his saliva from his kisses on your chin so you wipe it away with your sleeve just before Dub turns towards you two.

You all exit the plane. Kells walks behind you from the plane to the Uber with his hand around your waist. He leans close to you and whispers softly, "how did you taste?"

You feel your cheeks turn pink as you smile and roll your eyes.

Kells' appearance is tomorrow morning and the guys came with so that they could go out to the clubs tonight. You arrive at the hotel.

"So I actually got us a room together. I booked it before we made this little deal." You laughed, "do you want me to get you a separate room?" You asked Kells.

"Nahh, it's fine." He shakes this head as he grabs your bag and heads towards the elevator.

You all start getting ready for the clubs. As you both are changing Kells asks, "so I lose right? Now I gotta take you shopping or something?"

You sigh as you pull your hoodie over your head, "noo, I mean we technically didn't have sex right? We should just keep going until our week is up. It's only three days." You insist.

"Alright, since it did make you forget about the plane landing... Like I said it would." He jokes. "It was for medical reasons or whatever" he says as he lights up the joint hanging out of his mouth.

"Exactly," you say as you realize he's watching you about to take your pants off. You grab your dress and change in the bathroom. His eyes follow you, his eyes begging you not to hide your body from his view. "No teasing remember" you smile as you close the door.

You all enter the club that's bumping with music and people. You always get a VIP area or else the people get too crazy and it's not fun anymore. You follow the guys and Kells to the dancefloor to make your way to the VIP section for you. You were following closely behind, but you quickly lost sight of him. You stop and try to figure out where you're headed, as you got turned around looking for Kells. You're short so you have a hard time seeing over people... And pushing them. You feel a hand grab yours from behind you and pull you towards them. It's Kells. He turns and makes his way to the VIP table as you follow from behind, never letting go of your hand. Granted all of these people are either wasted or high, this is the first time he's held your hand in public. It's giving you butterflies and a big smile washes over your face.

Finally you both make it to the VIP area where the guys have already made themselves comfortable. Kells pulls you in front of him and follows you through the ropes with his hand on your lower back. You guide him to the couch farthest against the wall. The couches are set up in a U shape and you want to be able to see the dancefloor. He sits down as he orders some bottles of Ciroc and Patron. You start to sit next to him but he quickly pulls your waist towards him so your butt falls onto his lap. You laugh and position yourself so you're sideways on his legs and swing your arm over his head. He lays his arm across your legs and slides his hand around to your ass. He squeezes it tight and pecks your neck lightly.

"You look amazing tonight." His breath tickles your ear.

"Awe, you're so sweet." You flirt, "thank you" you smile. You look down at your super simple silk deep red dress which has a long slit up to your waist and the neck dives down below your breasts.

"Kells we starting with some shots, come on Y/N." Slim yells from the booth next to us.

You swing your legs off of Kells and walk to the table in the middle that's lined with the bottles he ordered. You pour yourself a double shot of Patrón as the guys gather around and pour themselves some alcohol. You cheers each other and down your drink. 

You all have mainly been drinking straight alcohol, your favorite way to get drunk because soda or mixed drinks make your stomach hurt. You’re all feeling good really fast. The guys have started inviting some girls in. Everyone’s having a good time. A couple girls walk up to our section from the dance floor and you watch them pleading with the bouncer to let them in. It’s fairly dark in the building, aside from the lights flickering and moving above the dance floor but you recognize one of them. You walk up to them. 

“Oh my gosh, hi!”, you stumble to them with open arms and hug them over the rope once you’ve realized that you recognize all three. There are some fans who make it to a lot of shows and events, that you and the guys remember every time. These girls were at EST Fest last year. You remember them well because the guys invited them to drink and smoke on Kells’ bus after the Dome concert. They were super nice, hardcore fans who tried to make it to every show of his on tour. You definitely talked with them a lot more than Kells did. You actually got all of their snap chats. “How did you know we’d be here?” you ask excitedly. 

“We didn’t!” the blonde with her hair in a ponytail yells over the music. “We came here for his event tomorrow. We were just at the club across the street and some girls said MGK was here.” 

“Do you guys wanna come in and have some drinks with us?” you point back to the table filled with alcohol. 

“Yeah sure!”, they all nod in unison. 

The bouncer unhooks the rope and lets them in. Kells is standing in the corner talking to the guys. You lead them towards him. “Look who I found”, you say to Kells as you motion to them behind you. 

“Aww shit,” he smiles and makes his way to you. He hugs them one by one, which doesn’t bother you, because they’re fans of course, but also because at EST Fest, they didn’t seem very interested in sleeping with Kells. You’re pretty sure two of them had boyfriends and the other was super shy. “How are you?” he asks them. He still cares so much about his fans, which is something you admire so much about him. You let them talk as you turn to the alcohol table behind you and pour yourself more patron. Most people aren’t fans of tequila so you grab a bottle of pineapple Ciroc and turn back towards the girls.

“Come on girls, lets do some shots.” They turn to you and you hand them some empty glasses and start pouring. You do a few shots with them. You’ve become unstable as you stumble a little bit. 

(Song of your choice that you love to dance to) comes on and the girl with short brown hair whines, “Uhhhh, I love this song.”

“Me too”, you and the girls say almost in unison.

“We gotta go dance, come on,” the brown haired girl grabs your hand and pulls you towards the dance floor. Her friends follow. You push your way inside the crowd a bit and start moving your hips to the beat. All four of you are feeling the music and the alcohol and barely notice the people around you. The song comes to an end way too quickly but you all want to stay and dance. 

You’ve been dancing for what feels like ten minutes, but was really about an hour. You need more to drink as you realize your glass has been empty for a while. “I’m gonna get more”, you hold your glass up to them and shake it. “do you want more?” The girls nod and follow you out of the crowd. You lead them to the VIP section and the bouncer opens up the rope for you guys. You don’t see Kells. You grab the bottle of Patron and fill your glass as you lean towards Slim “Where’s Kells?”

“Uhh bathroom,” he says quickly as he looks up to you. You can see how drunk he is and you laugh. You’re very drunk too.

You turn as you put the bottle down to see where the girls are. They’re on the couch behind you. The shy one with the wavy brown hair took her heels off. You make your way towards them and plop down at the end of the couch. Their glasses are full as well and you’re all laughing with each other. You see a couple girls sitting on the couch next to you. They both have light blonde hair and a perfect tan, but they don’t look related. They’re not all over any of the guys like the other girls in the VIP section, so you assume they’re there for the free alcohol. It wouldn’t be the first time. 

You see Kells coming back from the bathroom. He walks through the ropes and grabs his glass from the table in the middle, he’s stumbling a little. He makes eye contact with you and he smiles at you. You smile back. The girls you’re with don’t seem to notice which is probably a good thing. You don’t want them to make a big deal of it. Kells pours himself a drink. As he does, the two blonde girls on the couch next to you get up and make their way to Kells who is laughing with the guys now. The taller one with a light pink skin tight dress moves herself between Kells, faces him and holds her hand on his chest. Kells doesn’t seem to notice but he doesn’t push her away. You feel your stomach drop. 

“We’re gonna go back out!” the blonde with the ponytail sitting next to you yells over the music. 

“You go, I’m gonna sit for a bit,” you respond to them as they get up and go back to the dance floor. You want to watch and see what Kells does with the blonde who seems to have called dibs on him. You watch for a little bit. You see Kells try to reach for another bottle, but he has to reach over her, which seems to annoy him. He’s barely acknowledged that she’s there. Maybe he’s just being nice. You can’t figure it out or make sense of it but you continue to watch. 

He tries to walk towards one of the couches. He quickly turns out of her grip and walks away from her. You stand up and walk towards him as she follows right at his heels. He sits down at one end of the couch and she plops right down next to him. Her friend scoots over to block you from sitting down with them. Her friend obviously noticed you while she still hasn’t. You walk right up to Kells with your drink in your hand. To your surprise, he held his hand out for yours. You place your hand in his and he pulls you into him. You sit down on his lap. You watch the girl scoot away a bit and turn towards you and Kells.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she has a British accent which catches you by surprise. “Can you not see that I’m here with him?” 

You laugh and shake your head, “He’s not interested” you say sweetly. You become so sarcastic when you’re drunk and mad. 

“Obviously he is, or he wouldn’t have let us in here. How did you even get in here with that cheap dress?” 

All you do is laugh because your dress was definitely not cheap, which only upsets the girl more. You look at Kells who is content with just letting you handle it. 

“You can’t just come up here and sit on his lap when he’s with someone else.” She stammers as she pulls the top of her dress up.

“That’s so disrespectful”, her friend chimes in. She has a British accent too. “You should just leave.” 

You watch as Kells tries to hide his smile. “Whoever let you in here must like cheap tits,” you laugh. 

“Excuse me? You need to go, no one wants you here, get the fuck out!” the girl in the pink dress yells as she points to the rope where the bouncer is standing. She’s getting heated. 

Unfazed you turn your attention to Kells, you ask quietly, “what time is it?” 

He looks at his watch, “almost two, we have to get up early”. 

You look back at the girls who are clearly upset. You swing your legs off Kells and start to stand up. “Well I’m gonna go, you two have fun here, since this is now the stripper section” you laugh as you stumble over your words a little bit. Kells gets up behind you. The two blonde girls shoot up with him. He’s both startled and annoyed that they haven’t gotten the hint. He puts his hand around your waist and starts walking you towards the exit.

“Wait where are you going?” Both of the blondes follow you both. The one in the pink dress puts her hand around Kells’ arm and rushes so that she’s in front of you both. She sees his arm around you and lets go of his arm. “You’re seriously taking her home? Over me? She’s just a fucking groupie. I’m a model!” Her voice gets higher and louder. 

Kells hates the term groupie. You can see him starting to get mad. “Dude, no matter how hot you think you are, nobody likes a bitch! How can you say I’m here with you? I’ve been trying to get away from you all night. If Dub let you in why the fuck are you following me around?” He uses his hands a lot when he’s angry. “You shouldn’t even be in here if you’re gonna act like that. I came with her, you need to respect that and get the fuck over it. There’s all these people here”, he says as he motions to the dance floor, “go find someone else. Damn.” Kells snaps at the girl as you both walk out of the VIP section. The blondes say nothing and stop in their tracks as they watch you walk out together hand in hand. 

You both make it out of the Club and get into an Uber back to the hotel. You slide in next to him and he puts his arm around you. “She really wanted you,” you slur as the alcohol flows through your system. 

“Man, I couldn’t get her away from me.” 

You roll your eyes, “yeah you really tried hard to keep her away.” 

“Dude, Dub let them in but they came right up to me and wanted me to have a threesome.” he laughs. “I was like nah, why don’t you ask Dub, and they just like never left my fuckin side.”

You laugh too, “are you serious? Another threesome. You should’ve taken it,” you joke, “since we can’t fuck for a few days.” You were joking but you also don’t want to seem overprotective especially since you’re not official. 

Kells looks you in the eye before he kisses you hard. He tastes like alcohol, but his lips are soft and warm. The car comes to a stop as it pulls up to the hotel. Your lips separate and you step out of the car. You both walk inside and enter the elevator, stumbling along the way. The elevator ride goes quickly and you make your way down the hall to your room. 

You open the door and he follows behind you. You turn the lamp on in the corner and you see Kells start to take his clothes off. You turn away from him and start to take your jewelry and heels off. 

“Can you unzip my dress?” you ask softly. He comes up behind you and you feel his hands on your back. Once it’s unzipped he pulls your straps down your shoulders slowly and slides your dress down your hips. You’re left in your strapless bra and lacy thong. You step out of your dress and turn to see that Kells has taken his shirt off and is left in his black jeans, which are undone. Before you say anything, he leans down and kisses you. He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around him. You pull your lips away from his. “What are you doing?” you say. 

He kisses your neck roughly, “I’m fucking you tonight,” he says. 

“What about the deal?” you say through a breathy moan. 

“Fuck the deal, I’ll buy you whatever you want. I can’t wait any longer. I need you.” 

“So you lose?” you smile. 

“I didn’t lose anything, your sexy ass is going to be in my bed tonight.” He groans as he squeezes your ass cheeks and walks you over to the bed. 

[selinavizari]

Afternoon Delight: Part 2 Dirty Dancing

An anon requested a sequel so here ya go! Hope you enjoy!

Here is the first part

Rating: S M U T  Word Count: 1719

4:55 pm.

The next part of our rendezvous was arriving. My headphones were in. I swayed to an infectious electronic beat as I wrapped up a few loose ends. Wrote a to-do list for the next day. Tidied up my desk. I stood up and took one last glance at my station. Everything was perfect. Time to go. I made my way through the office still bopping to my tunes. My work day was over. Finally.

As I descended in the elevator, I reached into my purse to retrieve my cell. It was my natural  instinct. What if Taron had to cancel? The last thing I want to do is get my hopes up. When I arrived at the lobby, the doors opened. I noticed a familiar profile that was facing away from me. He was gazing up towards the high rise ceiling studying the elaborate chandelier. The lights sparkled against the glass. He seemed impressed by its structure. He proceeded to turn around with his hands tucked in his back pockets. I leaned against the wall and watched this beautiful boy waiting for me. Waiting to sweep me off my feet. He finally caught on that I was staring the whole time. A great, big grin crept on his face.  His eyes were dazzling. A most stunning vision.

"Hey handsome." I murmured. My heart fluttered. Soared. This school girl crush made me hot all over. He walked in my direction and moved his hands into his front pockets. Steamy flashbacks returned to the forefront of my mind. I bit my lip when he stepped right in front of me. I remembered his tongue between my thighs...holding on to the railing while he had his way with me. We looked into each other's eyes. A mischievous grin and raised eyebrow made me believe he could read my filthy mind. I am positive the lurid scene we both played our part in was broadcasting like telepathy. 

"Where would you like to continue our adventure at?" We embraced.

"I wanna dance."

"I know the perfect place." He winked and held my hand. "Lets go." We sauntered off and slipped inside his sleek car. He leaned and placed sweet kisses on my cheek. During the flurry of kisses, he managed to ask, "Did you miss me as much as I missed you?" I leaned my head back. His kisses trailed down to my neck. I loved how soft his lips were. "Yes, yes I did. You were all I could think about." An exhale escaped my lips, My eyes transfixed on his hand gripping my thigh. His warm fingertips pressed against my exposed flesh. A monotone voice broke our trance. "Mr. Egerton, where are we going this evening?" I can't believe I didn't notice him. There's something about Taron.  He can make my inhibitions dissolve into nothingness. A superpower. He informed him of our destination and returned his full attention towards me. "Can't wait to check this place out."

He leaned back in the leather seats, pulled up my hand and placed one more kiss on it. As we traveled, a comfortable silence fell upon us. Buildings and intersections whizzed pass us. He didn’t let my hand go until he realized that we were getting closer. He leaned towards the window.

“Almost...there.” My eyes widened. It was remarkable that I could hear the bass line thumping from where we sat. The car crawled to a full stop. There was a line that almost went around the corner and down the block. He shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalance. “This place is fairly popular.”

“Yeah I can see that.”

“We’ll be fine.” He reassured as he squeezed my hand once more. We exited and strolled along the sidewalk. I trailed behind him and glanced at those waiting to gain entry. When we arrived at the entrance, the stoic bouncer’s disposition shifted entirely. He greeted us with a warm, hearty laugh. “Sup Taron?! Get inside!”

They shook hands.

“Hey! Good to see you too, mate!” This whole interaction was amusing. Apparently, no one is immune to his charms. Once we were inside, that thumping, irresistible beat became louder and louder. To my surprise, the club had many floors but I was content with exploring this first level. The lighting was otherworldly. Vibrant. I noticed the dance floor was teeming with gyrating bodies. Hips were thrusting and rocking to and fro. The atmosphere was intense with sensual energy. I grabbed Taron’s hand and led him into the wild masses. I grinded against him as he held on my hips. My dress rode up. I picked up the pace and he followed along perfectly. His hands traced every curve. I turned around to steal a glimpse of face. Sweat was forming between the both of us. The DJ was letting the beat build and build. The crowd was getting revved up in anticipation of the big drop. When he finally let it drop, the dance floor erupted into a frenzy. To my shock, clothes were being peeled off. I got swept in the mania and tore off my button up blouse. When in Rome, I thought. I noticed a few of the buttons hurled. I twirled it over my head. Their I was: Topless in the club dancing with my ultimate dream boy without a care in the world. The sight of a sweaty shirtless Taron moving his hips in such a seductive manner was quite a show. He turned me on.  I lunged towards him. We locked lips and he hoisted me up. I straddled him with my legs wrapped around tightly. He bounced me up and down. My bra strap slipped down my shoulder almost exposing my breast. Taron took immediate notice and slowed down. “Whoops!” I laughed as I adjusted the strap to its original place. My arms climbed onto tightly. I felt secure. Soon he began walking through the crowd. We maneuvered through the maze of people. “Where are you taking me?” I whispered into his ear. The music was blaring. His response was blunt. “I’m going to take you into this room... and then we’re going to fuck. I plan on making you scream.”

The emphasis his accent placed on the “f” in fuck…Oh, he could anything to me. I breathed, “You promise?” I kissed his neck.

He grabbed my ass. We strayed away from the crowd and he released me. I rested my shirt on my shoulder, and he led the way down a narrow hallway. Their was a single door at the end. The music faded in the distance. I could actually hear my heels clicking against the floor. I became a bit anxious wondering what was on the other end. Taron opened the door and on the other side was a dimly lit bedroom. I gasped. The scene that was before me was beyond anything I expected. This was a certified orgy. Several couples were fucking in various positions. No one paid us any mind. It was all very, very hot. I unhooked my bra. Taron yanked down his jeans and briefs in one motion. I pulled down my skirt. He grabbed and tossed me on the nearest spare couch. I sinked into it. He mounted and kissed me. Our tongues slipped in and out of each other’s mouths. My head was in the clouds. His lips were addictive. While kissing, he pulled down my panties and I helped him get them around my ankles. I laid back down. He placed his hand around my neck and squeezed.  My eyes rolled back. I loved that sensation. It made me wetter. I smiled and bit my lip. His finger slipped inside me. I let out a groan. It blended with the action occurring all around us. It was almost like a melody. He pushed in and out and added a second finger. He knew exactly the right angle...and continued to blow my mind. I held the couch for dear life and attempted to close my legs when I couldn’t bear it any longer. Taron wouldn’t allow that. Not for a second. He doubled down and made sure I felt the entire intense orgasm. I looked upward and watched him stroke his erect member already glistening with pre cum. He released my neck and I slid closer anticipating him to wreck me. He bent my legs back. I didn’t realize I was that flexible but I’d let him twist into a pretzel if that was his wish. When he thrusted inside of me, I let out a deep exhale. “Fuucck...”

“You like that?” He breathed as he fucked me hard. I shut my eyes as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. I clenched down on his hard dick and Taron threw his head back. A groan escaped his lips.

“I love it when you do that.” He escalated the pace and I was on the verge of coming again. I wanted this feeling to last forever. He kept hitting that sweet spot. My legs trembled. This time I didn’t want him to stop. I begged. I screamed. “Oh please, just like that! Just like that!” I could see it in his eyes that he was getting close to climaxing. His momentum was frantic and desperate. I noticed his cheeks were flushed and his skin was slick with sweat.

“Do you want to come in my mouth?” I was almost out of breath.

He nodded with his mouth agape and pulled out. I got on all fours and him on his knees. I wasted no time wrapping my lips around it and sucked him dry. I couldn’t believe how good he tasted. I deep throated his entire length. Taron brushed the stray hairs away from my face. I stopped and wiped my face with the back of my hand. We both slumped back into the couch. We instantly became voyeurs watching the couples ravage each other. It was fascinating. All of these different facial expressions and moans. Some moved faster and other slower...more deliberate. They were all so focused on their pleasure just like we were.

“Hmm!” His eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s the matter?” I inquired.

“I see a friend!” He exclaimed.

“Who?” My heart skipped a beat.

“Richard!”

If your interested in some threesome adventures. Let me know. ;)

[alecsimon]

CONGRATS AGAIN LOVELY IM SO HAPPY FOR U💖 malec + body paint!

thank you boo ily !! i hope you enjoy this 💙

p.s. just a note this is set in the this world inverted verse xoxo

500 follower celebration (want one?)

The music in the club is loud, and Magnus feels out of place almost instantly. But Alec had asked him so nicely to go, his excitement over the blacklight party so genuine that Magnus was too weak to say no. Besides, they spent their last 2 dates doing what Magnus had wanted. They ordered food in Magnus’ loft and exchanged sweet and soft kisses while some rom com played on the TV in the background. 

Everything between them is so new, but so unbelievably exciting. Magnus hasn’t felt this way about someone in such a long time, and although they are polar opposites, they really do go together well. Alec fills a room with his presence while Magnus prefers to blend in with the crowd, but somehow, they always meet in the middle. 

The line to get into the club is long, but Alec tugs on Magnus’ hand to the front, and of course Alec is good friends with the bouncer. They get in easily, the bouncer flashing them both a light smile. 

Inside it’s dark as hell, with people dancing everywhere. Most people are in minimal clothing or are down to their underwear, the body paint decorating their body and glowing different colors under the special lights. Magnus tugs a little self consciously at his plain black t-shirt. 

There are a few tables of paint towards one of the walls that Alec leads him to immediately, grabbing one of the smaller brushes and dipping it into the bright green paint. 

“Come here,” Alec says over the loud music, tugging on Magnus’ hand gently until Magnus steps closer with a smile. 

Alec gently runs the paintbrush over Magnus’ cheek, tracing some sort of design. He looks focused, his eyebrows drawn together, and Magnus can’t seem to look away. 

After a moment, Alec puts the paintbrush down, looking satisfied. 

Magnus doesn’t say anything, the music in the club thrumming loudly through his body as he picks up a different paintbrush and dips it in the hot pink color. He turns to Alec and looks at his face and his arms, trying to figure out where to paint. When he meets Alec’s eyes, there’s a challenging look there. Slowly, Alec pops open the buttons on his dress shirt halfway down his chest and tugs his it open. 

Magnus stops breathing for a moment, something blooming in his chest as he flicks his gaze down to Alec’s exposed chest. He licks his lips, putting one hand on Alec’s bicep to ground himself, and starts painting a swirl on Alec’s collarbone. 

He feels Alec slip his hands to Magnus’ hips and Magnus meets his eyes. Something in the air feels hot and heavy and charged, and Magnus is intoxicated by it. He feels wanted under Alec’s half lidded eyes, and Magnus is suddenly hit with a fire of confidence. 

Magnus steps back, taking a moment to admire his work on Alec’s torso, before he looks around. Feeling encouraged by the sea of shirtless men he sees, Magnus tugs off his t-shirt in one go, meeting Alec’s eyes again. 

Nothing needs to be said, the heat in Alec’s gaze is enough. The sexual tension has been building between them for weeks, and Magnus wants. 

Alec keeps his eyes peeled on Magnus as he grabs a bigger paintbrush and dips it into a vibrant purple, stepping close to Magnus and starting to paint his chest in an intricate design. 

“Dance with me,” Alec whispers into his ear after he’s done, and Magnus closes his eyes, nodding mutely. 

“Wait,” Magnus says, just as Alec gets ready to walk away. Magnus dips a finger in the yellow paint and cups Alec’s face, slowly drawing a yellow heart on his cheek. “There.” 

Alec huffs out a laugh, intertwining their fingers and jerking his head to the dance floor. Magnus leads him through the mass of bodies until he finds a comfortable area and turns to Alec, moving his body to the beat. 

The dancing is a little dirty and extremely intimate, and when Alec moves his hands down Magnus’ back he’s almost positive that his body is now decorated in a sea of different paints. Magnus kisses Alec deeply, and they both dance until the sun comes up.

[hockeyytrash]

Alaska - Chapter Twelve

(shit is about to go down y’all)

-2500 words-

The Leafs ended up beating the Kings 3-2 in a shootout. It was a very stressful, yet exciting game for everyone at the Staples Center. Steph, Carly, and I got super into the game, only taking one break to pee. There were a few other Leafs fans, but everyone seated around us were die hard Kings fans. They gave us some grief through the game, but Auston's goal in the shootout shut them up.

All of us agreed to meet at a club downtown to celebrate the win and kick off the week. All of the girls agreed that we need to change into something more club appropriate so we headed back to the hotel for a wardrobe change. The three of us went our separate ways once inside the room, promising we would be done in twenty minutes.

Now I stand in front of the daunting closet filled with possible outfits. Unfortunately, I have no idea what to wear. I hate being overdressed because then it looks like I tried really hard, but at the same time, I hate being underdressed because it looks like I didn't try. Plus, I didn't know how fancy this club is.

Sighing, I walk down the short hall to Carly's room. I knock on the door, hoping she can help.

"What?!" she yells, stress evident in her loud voice. I groan, knowing she isn't going to want to help me.

"I don't know what to wear," I yell back through the door. A loud thud followed by a grunt sounds from inside Carly's room.

"I'm a little busy right now!" she yells. Several loud sounds come after, prompting me to turn around and walk back to my room. I shut the door and groan, staring at my closet. I drag myself over to it and begin thumbing through the rack of clothes. Nothing jumps out at me on my first glance through, but I know I have to pick something quickly if I want to be on time.

I grab a black tank top with lace trim and a pair of distressed, light high-waisted jeans off the rack and toss them on my bed. I slip Auston's jersey off, along with the jeans I wore to the game. I replace them with the outfit I just picked out, tucking the tank top into the jeans.

I step in front of the mirror that hung on the wall and take in my appearance. The outfit looks alright, but it's missing something. I rummage through the bag of jewelry I brought until I find the fake diamond stud choker I got from Urban Outfitters. I clip it on, feeling better about my appearance already.

"Alaska! Let's go! We're supposed to meet them at the club in 15 minutes!" Steph yells to me outside my room.

"Coming! Give me a second!" I reply, trying to find a set of matching heels. After a grunt of frustration, I slip on a pair of plain black heels and scramble out the door. Carly and Steph were waiting for me by the front door looking amazing. Carly was wearing a leather skirt, a sleeveless shirt, and a denim jacket, while Steph was wearing a tight olive green dress with over-the-knee boots.

"You good to go?" Carly asks, looking me up and down then smiling. I nod and follow them into the hotel hallway. With long strides, we reach the elevator and press the button for the ground floor.

Once we reach the hotel lobby, we quickly exit through the front doors, stopping on the sidewalk to hail a cab. Steph successfully grabs one's attention and slips into the passenger's seat, Carly and I following suit.

The car ride was silent other than the few comments we made about each other's appearances. Carly throws the driver a couple bills as we practically tumble out of the cab. Steph strings us along behind her as she marches towards the entrance to the club. I'm glad at least one of us was taking charge.

Rather than standing in the intimidatingly long line, Steph skips right to the front and pulls the bouncer aside. She begins whispering something in his ear. His hard expression turns to a smile as Steph finishes speaking to him. He moves out of the way and allows us to enter the club.

"How did you do that?" Carly asks, amazed at Steph's ability to get us in.

"I wish I could say it was all me, but Mitch called ahead and told them we were with them," she explains, pushing through another door which led to the actual club.

Loud music and the smell of alcohol overwhelms my senses, helping me perk up. Steph pushes through the crowd, leaving Carly and I to hurry after her. We finally stop in a roped off area that was significantly less crowded than everywhere else.

I glance around the space, seeing all of the Leafs and a couple of their girlfriends. Mitch and Will immediately swarm us when they see us enter.

"It's about time, geez," Mitch huffs, throwing an arm around Steph. They really are the most adorable couple you'll ever see. Steph frowns and motions toward me. Mitch and Will look at me and shake their heads.

"How come you're always the one that makes everyone late?" Will asks with a chuckle. I shrug my shoulders and smile.

"I didn't know what to wear!" I say, defending my honor. Mitch looks me over and lights up.

"You look great! Just wait until Auston sees you," he says, wiggling his eyebrows. Will and Carly join Steph in laughing at Mitch's comment. I roll my eyes and playfully shove him. I'm glad they all have something they can laugh at together.

"Oh come on, Alaska, you know we're kidding," Will says, noticing my reaction. Mitch shoots him a look before turning to me.

"No, we're not," he says, grinning. I glare at him and swipe a drink off the table sitting beside me. I take a sip, my body relaxing at the taste of alcohol. The group laughs at my actions as Carly slings an arm over my shoulder. I down the rest of the drink and set the glass back down on the table.

"Can one of you take a picture of Alaska and me?" Carly asks sweetly. Will volunteers, sending his girlfriend a genuine smile. I hand him my phone and pull Carly to my side.

"What kind of pic should we take?" I yell to Steph over the noise of the club.

"Make a sexy face!" she shouts back. I look to see what face Carly was making to see that she had a finger in her mouth. I burst out laughing at her 'sexy face.' The flash goes off, capturing the moment. Will hands me my phone and I thank him for lending us his unsung photography skills.

I pull the picture up in Instagram and turn the screen to Carly.

"Can I post it?" I ask her. She nods eagerly in approval. I grin and press upload, posting it for all of my followers to see.

I grin and press upload, posting it for all of my followers to see

@alaskamay : cellies w. carl

Tagged: @carlyyvalentine, @williamnylander, @stephlachancee, @marner_93

Location: Los Angeles

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@marner_93 : @austonmatthews speed it up, ur girl is getting impatient over here

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@alaskamay : @43kadri hypocrisy isn't attractive either

"I'm going to get a drink," I tell the two couples with a wave. They don't bother looking over at me, but that's okay. They're too absorbed in themselves to care what I do.

I make my way over to the bar and lean against the counter. The bartender notices my presence and stops in front of me.

"What can I get ya?" he asks in a laid back tone.

"Could I get some vodka shots and a Sprite?" I ask without second thought. Tonight's going to be interesting. He nods and pulls a couple shot glasses out from below the bar, setting them up in a line. He then grabs a bottle of Cîroc, pouring an equal amount of the clear alcohol in each glass.

"Thanks," I tell him after he's done pouring the vodka and Sprite. I pick up the first glass and throw it back, setting the glass down after I swallow the burning liquid. I repeat my actions, feeling a slight buzz already. I take a couple sips of my Sprite to chase the alcohol, looking out at the crowd as I do so. I spot Steph dragging Mitch onto the dancefloor and Carly enthusiastically dancing with William.

I smile to myself and turn back to my drinks, facing the bar. I take the third shot glass in my hand, admiring the smoothness of the surface for a second before putting it to my lips and drinking it in one big gulp. However, the liquid almost makes a reappearance when a tall body appears next to me out of nowhere. Any guesses on who it may be?

"Drinking alone already?" Auston's voice rings out next to me. I look up at him with a loose smile.

"No," I reply, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

"Who are you drinking with?" he asks, amused. A mischievous smirk forms on my face, despite my slightly sober self's best effort.

"You," I reply, sliding him one of the shot glasses. He stops it with his large hand, smirking. I pick up one of the remaining glasses as Auston picks up his. I clink mine against his before throwing it into the back of my throat. The liquid cools my mouth but warms my stomach among the other effects the alcohol was having on me.

Auston takes his shot, setting the small glass on the counter when he's finished. Thoughts swirl rapidly in my head due to my somewhat intoxicated state. I don't even notice myself staring at Auston's facial features until he chuckles. I smile awkwardly out of embarrassment, trying to come up with something to say.

"You wanna dance?" I blurt out, not improving the situation. I don't even dance!

"Dance?" he questions with an unreadable expression. I nod and let out a nervous chuckle.

"The thing people do to music," I say sarcastically.

"You know what else we could do to music?" he asks suggestively. I roll my eyes at his comment and push myself away from the bar, heading toward the mass of dancing bodies. I spot one of the Kings rookies in the crowd and make my way over to him. I think his name is Adrian, but who my drunken self may be making that up.

The tall Swede smiles when he sees me and pulls me closer by the waist. I let out a drunken giggle at the contact and place my hands on his chest which vibrates as he talks.

"What's your name, beautiful?" he asks. I try not to laugh at the cheesiness of his question as I answer.

"Alaska," I shout over the music. He grins and moves his hands farther south until they rest on my ass. I smirk at Adrian and reach one of my arms around his neck, tugging on his hair slightly. He groans and pulls me closer, placing his lips on my neck.

"Alaska!" Auston's voice booms over the music and other noise. His voice is followed by my arm being tugged away from Adrian. Surprised by the sudden movement, I stumble into Auston's chest.

"What the hell!" Adrian shouts at Auston. Auston turns back to Adrian, making the 6'1" King look small.

"Fuck off, Kempe," Auston growls, pulling me over to a different area of the club. I stumble behind him, bumping into him when he stops abruptly. I almost fall over, but Auston holds my hips to keep me steady. My whole body heat up under his touch.

"That was dramatic," I say, breaking our silence. His lips stay pressed in a line, not amused.

"What's wrong? I was just dancing with him," I ask him curiously.

"I thought you were dancing with me," he says, serious expression still plastered on his face.

"Are you jealous?" I ask with a huge teasing smile. He furrows his eyebrows and tightens his grip on my waist.

"No," he insists. I roll my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling my body closer to his.

"If you insist," I say, beginning to sway my hips to the music. Auston looks surprised at my movements that mimicked grinding and doesn't do anything at first.

"What are you doing?" he breaths out close to my ear. I smirk and look him in the eye.

"Dancing with you," I reply, continuing to move my body against his. His hard expression cracks and a smirk appears. One of his hands slides down my side, resting on my ass. He grips it, sending a jolt of excitement through me.

My fingers comb through his hair, tugging on the ends. He lets out a groan and connects his lips with my neck. I gasp at the contact and press myself against him even more, tilting my head to allow him more access to my neck.

His lips work their way down my neck and over to my collarbone where he gently nips at the skin. The combination of his warm, plump lips and cool breath make my knees weak. Suddenly, he moves over to my ear, kissing the area of my jaw right below it. He lets out an audible shaky breath to match mine.

"Let's get out of here, yeah?" I ask him, knowing I won't last much longer. He pulls his head back so that he is looking me in eye. His mouth twitches up into a sly smile as he pulls me through the club by the waist.

"Your room or mine?" he asks as we step out into the warm LA air. I try to match his hurried pace on my own, but end up needing to hold onto him for support. We stop in front of a shiny black BMW. He pushes me against the side of the car, waiting for my answer.

"Whichever's closer," I say, smirking like a mad woman. He pulls me into his chest so he can open the door for me. My breath hitches at the proximity of our lips. He notices my reaction and grins.

"I was thinking the same thing."

[marrasaurusrex]

Another Mitjo fic!

It’s cute fluff this time (no horrible sad zombie AU which I hate but can’t stop thinking about.)

SUMMARY: Jonas is in his second or third year of marine biology at university.  He and Mitch live in an apartment together.  Uhhh also Mitch is making some pretty sweet dough from selling drugs by now???

A/N:  A lot of this is based off of personal experiences with friends taking me to clubs with them and such.  I outlined this in some sort of post-club stupor at 4:30am last week, and I guess I decided to actually finish an idea for once???

Also, this is my first time trying to write in present tense???  It feels super weird to do, but I hope it reads okay!

Anyways, happy Valentines Mitjo Day!!

@smokeplanet @mitjo  <3

Here’s uhhh, oh my god is this the title...

LOVE DRUNK 

(aka “How many times can I make them say ‘I love you’ in 1 fic”)

//

The club is dark and smokey, and the air is thick with the smell of body sprays and… something sweet?  It must be the smoke machine.  Jonas is sitting in a booth in the far corner, but he can see the dance floor from where he is.  Every so often, he glimpses one of his friends.  They all seem to be having a good time.  It’s not as bad as he thought, though.  No one has bothered him, and the darkness and the loud music is actually kind of soothing, in a way.  Even the weird smell from the overused smoke machine is relaxing.  He sips his drink.  The table is scattered with empty glasses from when he and his friends first got there.  He hopes a server won’t come and take them away, because then he’ll look even more alone.

Kim insisted that he had to go to a club with them at least once, but she had just left him alone to go dance after 20 minutes.  He sighs and looks around.  The colourful lights were nice.  Jonas wonders for a moment if anyone would notice if he used his lights.  Probably not.  He sips his drink again.

He’s suddenly surprised by a buzzing in his pocket.  He pulls out his phone.

Mitchy [10:46pm] : “wer r u???”

Mitch’s text is nearly impossible to read, as usual.

“I’m at Upstairs.”  He types back.

Mitchy [10:47pm] : “wat the fuk is tht??”

Joey [10:48pm] : “It’s a nightclub on Government street.  I’m with Kim and some other people from class.”

Jonas sighs again, shifting in his seat in the booth.  They had asked him if he wanted to dance with them, but he had said no.

His phone buzzes again.

Mitchy [10:48pm] : “WAT”

Jonas was wondering that himself.

Joey [10:49pm] : “They said that I should go at least once.”

Jonas [10:49pm] : “But they’re dancing now, so I’m just sitting in the booth by myself.”

He hesitates before sending the next one.

Joey [10:51pm] : “I wish you were here with me.”

Mitchy [10:53pm] : “im alredy on mywayy”

Joey [10:54pm] : “Wait!  Mitch!  You know they make you pay to get in, right?”

No response.

Joey [11:01pm] : “Mitch?”

Mitchy [11:04pm] : “ya i knw im in line rite now”

Mitchy [11:06pm] : “fuk this is taken forevr im just gona jump th line”

Joey [11:06pm]  : “MITCH!!”

No response again.

Crap.

//

Mitch pushes his way through the line to the front.  Someone tries to grab him.

“What the fuck, dude!”

But he just turns and scowls at them, making them let go immediately.  When he reaches the front, he slams a twenty onto the counter along with his IDs.

“Dude, you can’t just jump the line like that.”  The bouncer scolds.

Mitch just growls and slams another twenty onto the counter.  “My boyfriend’s in there an’ he got abandoned by his friends.”

The bouncer sighs and picks up Mitch’s IDs, scanning them briefly.  After a moment, he hands them back, along with the second twenty.

“Alright dude, you can go in.”

“Yeah, thanks.”  Mitch grabs his ID and the money and storms into the nightclub.

//

Mitch scans the club, using his height to find Jonas in the mass of sweaty bodies.  There.  He sees him.  Sitting all alone in a booth.  Enraged that Jonas’ friends would leave His Joey alone like this, Mitch makes a beeline for his boyfriend, aggressively pushing people out of his way as he goes.

He saunters up to the table, attempting to gracefully slide in next to Jonas in the booth.  Jonas jumps, startled, as Mitch bumps into him.

Jonas looks up, terror on his face for a split second before realization hits him, and his expression melts into the purest loving face Mitch has ever fucking seen.  Mitch’s heart skips a beat when Jonas gently grabs his hand on the table.  Fuck.  They’ve been dating for 3 years now, but even still after all this time…  Literally anything Joey does fucks him up.  Fuck it.  He’s in love with the most beautiful boy in the whole fuckin universe and this boy loves him back.  His heart does a somersault.  His hand clenches into a fist under Jonas’ tiny hand for a moment before he turns and gently grabs Jonas by the face.

“Fuck.  I love you.” The music is way too loud for Jonas to actually hear what Mitch said, but he knows.  It’s Mitch.  He says the same, dumb sappy stuff all the time.  Jonas smiles back at Mitch.

“I love you too.” He mouths the words, and before he knows it, they're kissing.  Mitch is warm and safe.  His hands are in Jonas’ hair; pulling gently, then sliding down his neck and shoulders.  Mitch's hands are everywhere at once; touching him, caressing his skin, fondling his hips.

Vaguely, from far away, Jonas notices that Mitch is pushing him back up against the wall at the back of the booth.  Suddenly, he remembers where they are.  Jonas’ hands are up in a flash, pushing urgently on Mitch's chest.  What if his lights get out of control?!

Instantly, Mitch lets up.  He pulls away from Jonas with a frown, but there is concern on his face.

Jonas opens his mouth to speak, realises that it’s too loud for them to speak, and pulls out his phone instead.  He opens the app the lets you chat with the person next to you and types:

“ Not here…”

“There's too many people.”

He hands the phone to Mitch.  Mitch looks at it quickly before attempting to type with his huge fingers.  He hands the phone back to Jonas.

“Itts dark tho.. .  No wun wil notiss us”

He winks at Jonas before grabbing the phone again.

“No itss ok do u want a drnk?”

Jonas nods.  He doesn't bother typing anything after that.  Mitch knows what drinks he likes.

Mitch leans forward and kisses Jonas briefly on the mouth before awkwardly scooting himself out of the booth.  Jonas watches him walk away into the crowd of people, smiling to himself.

After what seems like eons alone in the booth, Mitch arrives back with two drinks in his hands.  He hands one to Jonas and scoots back into the booth to sit close to him.

They sit like that for a while; not talking, just touching.  Sometimes they kiss, but it’s brief.  Mostly, though, they're just looking at each other.

//

Mitch is practically hanging off Jonas by the time they stumble home.  Mitch must’ve had way stronger drinks that him, ‘cause Jonas is pretty sure they both had the same number of drinks, but whatever.  He’s drunk too.  Jonas fumbles his keys trying to get them in the lock, causing Mitch to laugh at him.

“Yo…  haha…  Jo….ey, lemme do it.”  Mitch slurs while digging in his pocket for his keys.

He finally pulls them out, and immediately misses the lock entirely.  His key hits the door and he drops it on the floor.

Jonas bursts out laughing.  “You’re drunker than me!”

Mitch snorts, and bends down to pick up his keys, but he loses his balance and tips forward too far.

“Fuck!”  His head briefly connects with the wall before he collapses to the floor next to their door.

Mitch groans, rubbing his head and turning around to sit against the wall next to the door.  He looks up at Jonas, grinning.

“Shit you’re right.”

Jonas laughs lightly, looking down at his ridiculous boyfriend.  His ridiculously cute boyfriend.  He’s suddenly struck by how much he loves this dork.  The feeling almost knocks him over.  Jonas just stands there, staring down at Mitch, in awe.

“What?”  Mitch looks nervous for a second.  “Do I got somethin on my face?”

“No…”  Jonas replies as he squats down next to Mitch.  “I just really really love you.”  He whispers before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Mitch’s.

After a second, Mitch pulls back and looks at Jonas.  He looks at all the perfect fuckin features on his perfect fuckin boyfriend.

“I really really fuckin love you, too.”  He tries to pull Jonas back into the kiss and into his lap, but Jonas pulls away and stands up, ‘causing Mitch to make a whining noise in the back of his throat.  Jonas just shakes his head, offering Mitch his hand.

“C’mon…  Let’s just go inside.”

//

A/N:  I might make a second chapter, but I dunno how I feel about posting nsfw stuff…  Also, I know that Mitjo is pure and good, but alcohol + consent….  Don’t really go together imo, so… YEAH.  We’ll see, I guess?  In my head they just get all cuddly and sleepy and then go to bed and that’s it for the evening.

OH also that app is a real thing that’s for people who struggle with speaking when they’re anxious and stuff, and it seemed to me like an app that both of them would have??  I dunno.  I can’t remember what it’s called, but it’s neat.

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1 - A memory from your character’s childhood 

When Angelo was 7, he started playing soccer and joined a soccer team. He was the shortest, but he ran faster than any of his teammates and won their team a game once. 

2 - A memory from your character’s teenage years

When he was 14, Angelo and his soccer teammate, Connor, in the locker rooms, kissed each other because they were both curious; Connor suggested it first. Connor coughed and laughed it off, going “shit dude, yeah, I’m definitely gay.”

Angelo wanted to agree, but didn’t say anything. He just looked away, smiling hesitantly. “I don’t think it’s for me.” 

3 - A memory from your character’s career

When Angelo was working at the bar, there was a woman that always came by, and one day she was looking roughed up, bruises on her cheek. When Angelo showed concern, she smiled in kindness then showed him her ID showing that she worked at a club nearby. “I’m a bouncer, sweetheart. There was a tussle tonight, and my sorry ass got in the middle of it. But I sure as Hell ended it. But. Thanks.” 

4 - A memory that your character cherishes 

The first moment he realized he was falling in love with a partner (KJ and Mercy). And the moment his father, on his death bed, demanded Angelo’s grandfather to never talk down at Angelo when he revealed to his family that he was gay. That his father is proud of him, through and through.

5 - A memory that your character wishes to erase

When he visited his mother and his siblings after two years of being turned into a vampire. Angelo’s younger brother, Bayani, allowed him inside, missing his older brother after so long, and it was good for a while until his mother came home. She opened the door, seeing him with a hesitant smile before she slapped him and screamed for him to leave. Bayani had to hold her back as she cursed him out, screaming and reminding him that he was no longer part of the family. Angelo left, sitting in his car, and just cried until he couldn’t. 

6 - Something that makes your character angry 

Ignorance, racism, and being betrayed by someone he considered close

7 - Something that makes your character happy

Thinking about his partners, family, and lots and lots of puppies. He also likes solitude in short amounts, so he would hang out in deep forests or hike for a bit to have some time to himself and nature. 

8 - Something that makes your character laugh

If it’s big laughter you’re looking for, he loves a good pun or a well done meme

9 - Something that frightens your character 

Himself, and whenever he blacks out when he’s hungry for blood and flesh

10 - Something that turns your character on 

Anything happening on his neck or on his thighs. 

11 - Describe your character’s childhood friend

Angelo’s childhood friend was a girl named Sanya, and he found her beautiful and incredibly smart. They met in kindergarten, and she walked up to him on his first day and announced that he’s going to be her new friend. He was like. “OK :D” 

12 - Describe your character’s parents 

Angelo’s father was probably one of the wisest, and kindest men you could ever meet. He accept people, and forgave people, and never once held a grudge. He and Angelo got along very well, and he’d often take the family out camping, but he’d always sneak Angelo out early in the morning for them to go fishing. He believed in family, but he believed that family wasn’t always by blood.

Angelo’s mother was a soft woman back then. She always loved doing domestic activities like cooking, and sewing. She was a strong woman as well. She stood her ground and was stubborn. She and her husband matched a lot, but until it came to the concept of family. Angelo’s mother believed that blood is thicker than water. She thinks that once you betray the family, you should never be forgiven. 

13 - Describe your character’s former lover

Before Angelo met KJ and Mercy, he was in a relationship with a girl named Jess. They had an overall uneventful relationship, and ended it once they graduated. 

14 - Describe your character’s present best friend

His present best friend is a man named Joel. Joel is a familiar, taking the form of a bear, but is capable of turning human. He lost his master after she passed away because of a sickness her family refused to take care of. Joel works at the bookstore below the apartment Angelo lives in. Joel is a quiet character, and speaks honestly because he sees no point in beating around bushes. 

15 - Describe your character’s worst enemy

His grandfather

16 - What your character does on a day off 

He goes on walks or hikes, he shops at markets, and he sits and watches Netflix with friends and partners

17 - What kind of books your character reads 

Angelo was a comic book kind of guy

18 - What kind of music your character likes

He likes instrumental music, not often listening to music with words, but if he likes a song on the radio, 9/10 he’s dancing 

19 - What does your character do when they wake up 

Does the usual, take a shower, eat, brush teeth, then do stuff on his computer

20 - What your character is like at social events

He’s talkative, and likes making small talk. He’s open and approachable, and usually can get a small crowd to form him as he tells jokes. Then he goes home and dies because he can take so much people surrounding him and not wanting to eat them lmao vampire 

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