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mvybanks · 1 year

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peer pressure

summary: you had never given in to peer pressure; however, you couldn’t help but give in to your best friend’s. — or, in which frat!rafe realized he didn’t want to be your best friend anymore. (inspired by peer pressure by julia michaels and james bay)

pairing: frat!rafe x innocent bestfriend!reader

a/n: in my head this was supposed to be much more sexy than fluffy but i’m a flangst slut and i can’t help it. i’m kinda insecure about some parts but i really wanted to post it so i hope you like it! and big thanks to @tee-swizzle for being the sweetest person on earth and supporting me when i thought everything about this was shit lol (also i probably should’ve proofread it one more time but i’m too lazy and tired to do that)

warnings: SMUT 18+!!, innocence kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, penetration, loss of virginity, alcohol, rafe chokes someone (oops), lil bit of angst but mostly fluff towards the end

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You had always hated those loud college parties, mixed with a fog of alcohol and smoke and a crowd of horny students, ready to find their companion for the rest of the night. And yet, there you were, doing exactly what everyone was.

You had never gotten drunk, however the knowledge that your best friend was there for you, protecting you like he always did, had convinced you to try a drink, or three, maybe five? Well, the number of drinks you had had wasn’t important, you still had another in your hand as you swayed your hips to the music.

You were standing on a table in the middle of the living room of the frat house where the party was taking place, raising your arms and unconsciously making your crop top reveal even more your naked skin. You could hear some men cheering and laughing, but you obliviously didn’t believe that those were about you.

Suddenly, a hand started tugging on your wrist, pointing your attention to the owner; a smile broke out on your face at the sight of your best friend, although he didn’t look much happy.

“What are you doing up there? Get down!” He shouted to make sure you heard him through the loud music.

To say Rafe was furious is an understatement; every single guy was eyeing you even from across the room, the drunk girl that was half naked and was dancing for anyone to see.

“But I’m having fun!” Your pouting lips would’ve absolutely floored him if he hadn’t been too busy with assuring that you were safe and away from some of the perverts that were hanging out at the party.

He said your name sternly and when you looked at his expression, you couldn’t disobey him. Every time he gazed at you with those piercing blue eyes and that unreadable look in them, you became putty in his hands, and you were pretty sure he knew it.

You accepted his hand and let him help you sit on the table you were previously standing on and then leave the surface, your feet thumping on the ground as you jumped off. He didn’t say anything as he led you upstairs and walked you towards his room.

When you got to the door, you turned around to face him and threw your arms around his neck, studying his face as a confused look began to form on his features. Your hands slowly fell from their previous position to his chest while his breath itched at the contact; you had never been so forward.

“You’re pretty,” you giggled.

He chuckled at your words, “thanks, sweetheart,” his fingers gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and your eyes closed at the wonderful feeling that was his touch, “let’s get you to bed now, mh?”

You whined and looked up at him, “I don’t wanna! Wanna stay here with you.”

“I’ll stay with you, don’t worry.”

Rafe leaned in to open the door but you took advantage of the situation and placed your hands on his cheeks, bringing his face close to yours as you pecked his lips. His eyes widened and you giggled again before kissing his mouth, savoring the feeling of his soft lips brushing against yours. A hand was gently placed on your waist, keeping you close to his body. Rafe completely forgot about your state for a second, he had been dreaming about the taste of your mouth and of your cherry chapstick since the moment he had met you.

Your lips slightly parted on their own and he got a taste of the strong alcohol on your breath, reminding him of what he was doing.

Shit.

He, reluctantly, pulled away, “you’re drunk.”

“‘m not,” you slurred, reaching for the collar of his polo shirt to bring him down again, but he pushed you away.

“You should go to sleep, sweetheart.”

Rafe opened the door that was behind you and gently pushed you inside as you stumbled a little, his hands the only reason why you were still standing on your feet. You threw yourself on his bed and nuzzled your head against his pillow as he lowly chuckled at your antics. He had never seen you like this and he had to admit that seeing you drunk for the first time was a sight, although his hands itched to touch you again.

He brought you some water and made you sit up, before he brought the small bottle to your lips. Once you drank enough and pulled away from the plastic, you let your hand cradle his face again as you tilted your head to the side, admiring his features.

“You’re a good friend, Rafe,” you sighed.

He sent you a sweet smile and softly kissed your forehead, “goodnight, pretty girl.”

“Mhh, night,” your head hit the comfortable pillow, Rafe’s scent crowding your senses, “I liked the kiss, by the way.”

He swore he almost choked on his own spit, but when he looked at you, you had already fallen asleep, leaving him a confused mess.

You and Rafe had been friends for a year, and became really close, so much that you believed you were each other’s best friend. There wasn’t one thing that he wouldn’t do for you and it was obvious to anyone how much affection there was between you, which made jealousy grow among your peers. You see, Rafe was hot, that’s how every single person on campus described him, and it wasn’t a secret that lots of people had a crush on him. He’d had his long line of meaningless hookups and yet, for some reason, he wanted you in a different way. Was he madly attracted to you? Of course, but there was something else that lured him in your arms, and that was a first for him. He craved you, everyday, and the way you always batted those pretty eyelashes at him, innocently, as if you didn’t know what you were doing to him, drove him insane. The thing was, you really didn’t know what you were doing, and although you and him had been friends for a long time, he didn’t know how much inexperienced you were. However, Rafe wasn’t the only person that people gawk at when he walked into a class or a party; you spent so much time at the frat house he lived at that lots of guys had taken interest in you, but you were oblivious to their advances…or at least when they still tried to flirt with you. Once word got around of how protective your best friend was of you, no one tried to be more than just friendly.

Unbeknownst to him, Rafe had been your first kiss and the only thing that you regretted was that you had been so drunk that he probably thought you didn’t want it; but you did.

That night, he couldn’t get you out of his head. His dirty mind kept thinking about your hands on his chest, and what if he had been shirtless? Your perfectly manicured nails raking down his naked skin, his lips pressed against your neck; he dreamed about the sound of your whimpers and moans of his name. He had never wanted someone so badly, he wanted to make you his and let everyone know that they weren’t allowed to touch his girl.

The morning after, you woke up with a pounding headache, wrapped in the covers of Rafe’s bed as he slept on the floor, a pillow and a couple of blankets the only things that kept him comfortable. You couldn’t really remember much of the night before, but you sure as hell knew that you had gotten drunk and that your friend had taken care of you, which made a smile creep up on your face.

You looked down at him and at his perfect features, analyzing everything about his sleeping expression: his beautiful eyes were closed, his mouth was slightly agape as soft snores came out of it, his hair was a mess and you had to stop yourself from reaching down and run your fingers through it.

“‘S not nice to stare, y’know?” Rafe’s voice pulled you out of your trance and a rosy blush formed on your cheeks at his words.

“Sorry, I was-“

He chuckled, “I was just kidding, sweetheart,” he stretched his tired and stiff limbs before resting his weight on his elbows to look up at you, “how you feeling?”

You snuggled further into the pillow under your head, enjoying the fact that it still smelled like your favorite boy, “my head hurts.”

He all but giggled at the sight of your pout, but it didn’t last long for it reminded him of when you had pressed your perfect lips against his and had made him a flustered mess. He raised from the floor and started rummaging through your bag, knowing full well you had to had something for your headache, and you did. He walked back to his bed and sat next to you as he handed you the aspirin and the water bottle that was still on his bedside table from the night before. You sent him a weak smile in appreciation, melting his insides at the sight, and downed the pill by tipping your head back.

Once you had managed to swallow the medicine, he completely laid his legs on the bed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his whole body aching to have you close to him. You accepted the gesture and cuddled closer to him, resting your arm around his torso.

“Thank you,” you mumbled before relaxing completely against him chest.

Did you remember about the kiss? That was what Rafe kept wondering about. Was that just a drunk mistake or was there something else beneath it? Did you want it?

To be honest, you didn’t remember; not at first, at least. But even when the memories began to come back to you, you were so embarrassed that your true feelings for him had been spilled that you couldn’t talk to him about, and neither did he. Weeks went by and nothing ever came up, between exams and Rafe getting sick, there was never a good time. You didn’t forget about the things he had said to you when he was delirious from his high fever: “y’know how i feel ‘bout you, darlin’; ‘s not a secret. When you kissed me that night - shit. Was so glad you were drunk, ‘cause if you hadn’t been, ‘m not sure i would’ve been able to stop.”

The words replayed in your head like a broken record. Had he meant them? How could you have ever known how he felt about you? He was supposed to be your best friend, for God’s sake!

Therefore you tried to push away all of your instincts, and so did he. Until one night, you dropped the bomb.

You were in the living room, sitting on the couch with your legs propped up on Rafe’s lap, some of the guys were sprawled out on the couch opposite to yours and on the floor as you all went around asking some questions about each other. It was supposed to be a bonding moment for them, but they had also invited you, claiming that you were an honorary member and deserved to be there; you had been so happy when Rafe had told you how important that was.

Nate, your best friend’s roommate, had just finished talking about the first time he had gotten drunk and his parents had grounded him for trying to enter his house by breaking his window, when he turned to you, ready to ask you something about yourself.

“Alright, Y/n, tell us about…your first kiss,” he asked nonchalantly, after all they had all answered to much more personal questions, hell, one of them had described their first time, which wasn’t pretty at all, but you still felt on display. None of them knew the truth and although he had probably asked that question because he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable with a more personal one, you couldn’t shake off the blush on your cheeks.

You were pretty sure the tips of your ears turned bright red as you avoided everyone else’s eyes, especially Rafe’s, although you wished he would have come to your rescue and told him to change the question; instead, he turned his head to you, slightly tilting his head.

“Y’know, you’ve never told me ‘bout it,” he said, curiosity, and obliviousness, clear in his tone.

Of course, you couldn’t sense the jealousy laced in his voice.

“C’mon, we don’t need the details! At least tell us who it was with,” Nate inquired, not realizing that your shyness wasn’t about the kiss itself but the person you had shared it with.

“It was with…uhm, Rafe,” you mumbled, barely audible as they all stared at you, none of them understanding what you had just said.

“What?” One of the guys asked.

You took a deep breath, “I said,” you swallowed thickly, “it was with Rafe.”

Some of them chuckled and others clapped, while a couple of ‘i knew it’ and ‘i sure don’t do that with my best friend’ rang across the room. You tentatively turned to him, his eyes ready to pop out of his skull. What you didn’t know was that you had turned him on with just a couple of words, no way you had never kissed anyone; he knew you weren’t experienced in that area, but God, the fact that you were that inexperienced had made him, for some reason, so feral that he wanted to be the one to take the rest of your firsts, he wanted them to belong to him and no one else’s.

Rafe stood up and took your hand as he wordlessly led you outside the room, the guys’ cheering loud and clear while he flipped them without even turning around. He brought you to his room, not a word shared between you as he closed the door.

“Rafe, listen,” you tried to finally break the excruciating silence but he stopped you, gazing at you from across the room.

“Is it true?”

“What?”

“Is it true that I was your first kiss or did you just say that for giggles and shit?” His voice was firm and he almost sounded angry as he was determined on keeping his distance from you.

“Why would I lie about that? Of course it’s true!”

He took a couple of steps towards you as you were leaned against his desk; your position gave him a good show of your exposed legs from your short skirt and he had to use all of his self control to stop looking at them and focus on your face.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice lowered and the air thickened around you.

You shrugged, “you never asked.”

His intense gaze made something you couldn’t put a name to grow in you; actually, you knew what it was, what he had made you feel for a while since your first kiss, and maybe even before that: desire; and yet you still lied to yourself about your feelings for your best friend. The more he walked closer to you, the more the feeling grew and you didn’t know how to stop it.

He licked his lips and looked away for a moment, “I didn’t know you could remember that night.”

“I was drunk and it was the first time so I couldn’t remember who the kiss was with nor the details,” you sighed heavily as you threw your head back for a second, showing him your neck and everything in him ached to mark your perfect skin up, “I realized it was you only a couple of days later.”

He took another step, his legs brushing against yours.

“You never brought it up.”

“Neither did you,” you broke eye contact, too embarrassed to let him see the contrasting emotions written all over your face, “why are we talking about this, Rafe? What’s the problem?”

He completely hovered over you, his hands on either side of your body as he rested his weight on them; you had to tilt your head back to look at him, so close that you could feel his heavy breaths.

“The problem is that I didn’t want our first kiss to happen like that,” he rasped.

You swallowed, looking into his ocean blue eyes, which had gotten darker, more intense, as he stared down at you. You tried not to tremble under his gaze; no one had ever made you feel like he did.

“How was it supposed to happen?” you whispered.

He bent his head to whisper in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers up your spine as his lips brushed against your lobe, “I was supposed to take you in my arms and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe anymore.”

Goosebumps littered your skin, the little hairs on your neck standing straight as he kissed your jaw once, then your neck, before continuing his speech with his lips against your skin, “until our lips were swollen,” another kiss, “and you could barely think about anything else but me,” your hand instinctively flew in his hair to gently push it out of his face as a smirk etched onto his mouth. A not at all unfamiliar sensation began growing between your legs, which made you press them together and, thankfully, he didn’t notice, too entranced by the way your chest heaved up and down due to your labored breathing.

“I wanted you to be sober so that you would remember every single detail ‘bout your first kiss,” you swallowed thickly when his lips traveled next to your ear again and his last words were all but a possessive growl while he restrained himself from putting his hands on you, “and that it belonged to me.”

Finally, he raised his head to look at you and he touched your forehead with his, your heavy breaths mixing-

“Hey!” a loud knock came from the door, startling you, “you guys fucking or something?”

Rafe lowly groaned in frustration and slightly pulled away from you as you exhaled, your mouth dry all of a sudden.

“What do you want, Nate?” Rafe shouted in order to let his roommate hear him from the other side of the door.

“I need my charger! C’mon, man, open up.”

His gaze fell on you one more time, his jaw clenched while you were still taking deep breaths in the same position. When another annoying knock rang through the room, Rafe turned around and went to open the door, revealing a smirking Nate.

“Did I interrupt something?”

You interjected immediately, walking past your best friend, “no, don’t worry. I was just leaving.”

His hand wrapped around your arm, stopping your movements, “wait. We have to talk.”

You looked at him and then at Nate, awkwardly leaning against the door frame, “I have to go.”

He let you go, cursing under his breath as he watched you speed walking down the stairs.

“What d’you do to her?”

Rafe sent his roommate a death stare, at which he just raised his hands in defense.

Later that night, he couldn’t fall asleep. The feeling of your smooth skin against his lips was still fresh on his mind, the feeling of your fingers in his hair and the sound of your breathing haunted him. He knew you wanted him too and once he realized that, he wouldn’t stop until you were his.

In your whole life you’d had people who tried to get you to bed, unaware of your lack of experience, but you had never been interested in sharing your first time with any of them; and yet, when Rafe’s mouth had left a trail of wet and soft kisses down your neck, a warmth had started spreading through your body, igniting a fire no one had ever managed to do before. You had left in such a hurry because you didn’t want him to see you in that state and you were embarrassed about how with just some simple and light touches he had managed to turn you into a mess.

As you lied on your bed, you kept turning, his words and his touch still lingered in your mind; the way he said that your first kiss belonged to him made you wonder what he really meant, did he want you to belong to him?

The more you thought about it, the more that sensation between your legs grew, and although it wouldn’t have been the first time you tried to get rid of it, you knew that in that moment he was the only one who could’ve satisfy it. Instinctively, your hand reached for your phone and, without even thinking twice, you clicked on his contact.

Rafe was surprised to hear the vibrations of his phone at almost three in the morning, but when he read your name on the display, he answered immediately.

“Hey,” his eyes fell on the sleeping figure of his roommate, reminding himself that he didn’t want him to listen in that conversation.

“Hey,” your voice showed a shortness of breath and he picked up on it instantly for he had been reminiscing about the sound of your gasps for hours.

His feet were already taking him outside his room when he talked again, “why are you calling me at three in the morning?”

You gnawed on your bottom lip and you were thankful he couldn’t see you because you knew he would’ve understood your reasons in a heartbeat otherwise.

“I…uhm-“ you cleared your throat, his deep and raspy voice only making your problem grow even more, “I wanted to apologize for…you know, leaving like that earlier.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at the weird tone of your voice while his back collided with the door as he closed it behind him.

“Is that the only reason why you called me?” He wanted to sound confused but instead the words came out in a breathy rasp and you hated the effect that it had on you.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“No, you should’ve,” he interrupted you, “I just want to know why, sweetheart.”

He was taunting you, he needed to hear you say how much you wanted him, that you craved him just as much as he did you.

“M-maybe, I should go to sleep.”

He smirked and closed his eyes as he gently threw his head back against the door, “are you sure ‘bout that?” He licked his lips, “I could come over and pick you up, if you want.”

You sucked in a breath, the proposal tempting and scary at the same time, “I - I’m going to sleep, Rafe. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Your heart was trying to jump out of your chest. You were afraid of the things he made you feel, of the things that you wanted him to do to you, why were you having all of those newfound sensations because of him?

You knew you couldn’t face him. How could you? The thought of having him close to you just like that night was enough to make your skin burn, your cheeks flushed at the images you created in your head. Did he feel the same when he was around you or was he making fun of your vulnerability?

When you entered the only class you shared with him the morning after, you completely ignored him. Usually, you sat beside him, but that day you didn’t have the guts to do that. Why had you called him the night before? You could sense your friendship with him crumbling into pieces as his eyes burned a hole behind your head, for you sat a couple of rows in front of him.

Rafe was dumbfounded. Were you really ignoring him? Maybe you hadn’t seen him, he thought. Once the class was over, he walked to you, getting your attention by calling your name, however you only sent him a quick smile and all but ran to your next lesson. That was how he got the proof that confirmed his worries: you didn’t want to talk to him.

He hadn’t scared you off, did he? You were his best friend, had he taken it too far?

When you didn’t show up at the house either that day, which you did almost everyday, he got impatient.

“Where’s Y/n?” One of the guys asked him as the sight of a lonely Rafe, sprawled out on the couch of the common room, was rare. You were always under his arm.

“Busy,” he only said. They didn’t have to know what had happened between you two. It was his business and he had to deal with it.

Truth be told, Nate figured it out pretty quickly. Perhaps he knew his friend really well, or maybe it was because he was having a secret affair with your roommate and he knew pretty well that you were at home, doing absolutely nothing…who knows? But hey, if Rafe didn’t want to talk about it, he wasn’t obliged to give him information on your whereabouts. Plus, it was fun to see his friend so worked up about you, he had never seen him like that.

When Nate walked into the room, Rafe was fidgeting with his phone, contemplating if calling you was the right thing to do.

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Shut up, Nate.”

He sat next to him, a stupid grin on his face, or at least to Rafe it looked stupid, “c’mooon, just tell me what happened.”

“Nothing.”

“Oh yeah, is that why she’s not here today? Man, she’s here all day, everyday. I’m not complaining, I like her, but y’know, her not being here and you with that pathetic look on your face…it’s weird.”

Rafe groaned, “should I call her?”

Nate shrugged, “it depends. Did you scare her or something? ‘Cause if you did, maybe you should just text her…or wait a little while; give her space.”

He sighed, “yeah, you’re right.”

“So, you scared her?”

The blue eyed friend raised from the couch, without giving him an answer, and patted his friend on the shoulder, “see ya later, man.”

Sure, his roommate was right; he had to give you some space, some time to think. But he also had to know how you were, it was killing him inside not knowing what you were doing or who you were with. A simple, “hey, what’s up?” was casual, right? You didn’t need to be afraid of such a routine question.

He sent the text and threw his phone on the bed as his hands flew in his hair, tugging on it in frustration. He didn’t want to mess what he had with you, but he was aware that he couldn’t be your friend; not anymore, not like he used to. His head was filled with images of you and it wasn’t just about his physical attraction for he couldn’t stop thinking about your smile, the sparkle in your eyes, your kindness, that beautiful and heartwarming laugh you had whenever you talked with him and only him, the way you were so gentle with him.

He was in deep, and he was aware that it couldn’t have been with anyone else but you.

“Are you seriously not gonna answer the poor boy?”

You were lying on your bed when your roommate, Camille, pointed out how you were ignoring your best friend. Nobody knew what had happened, and to be honest there wasn’t really much to talk about; nothing happened and yet it felt like everything did.

“I just don’t feel like talking.”

She rolled her eyes, “at least tell him you’re alive.”

You gave her a pointed look and she only raised her hands in defense before leaving the room. What if he was only looking for a way to let you down easily? What if he wanted you for one night, just to forget about you the morning after like all of the other girls? You couldn’t bear it.

“Hey,” Camille’s head peeked through the crack of the slightly ajar door, “your boy just texted me; he wants to know if you’re okay. What should i tell him?”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, a nervous habit that, unbeknownst to you, drove Rafe crazy. He only wanted to know if everything was okay, that was it.

“Tell him I’m okay but…I have an exam soon and I have to study.”

It was a lie. You knew that, Camille did too, hell, even Rafe was aware that it was bullshit. Still, he didn’t pry. If space was what you needed, he was going to give you just that.

Until he couldn’t anymore.

He was trying to study in the common room, the noises and voices around him helping him to concentrate for some reason, still it was impossible to do so when you kept running through his mind. The sweet sound of your laugh kept replaying in his head for he missed it like you miss air after being under water for so long, and he couldn’t wait to resurface. It had been a couple of days since the last time he had touched you and he was aching all over to just have you next to him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard someone say your name and he turned around like a madman.

“Yo, is Y/n coming tonight?” one of the guys, Tommy, asked to the other.

“I texted her and she said she’ll be here.”

Jealousy began bubbling up in the pit of his stomach. Were the others so important that you could answer to their texts but not his? And why did they want your presence there that night? You were his girl, what did they want from you?

He didn’t want to, he really didn’t, he swore his feet unconsciously brought him to where the two men where standing.

“Hey, what’s tonight?” He tried to sound casual, but the fire in his eyes said otherwise.

Tommy shrugged, “just a party. You coming?”

“Why did you want to know if Y/n was coming?”

The other guy, Matthew, slowly tried to get out of the conversation, leaving the other to his own destiny.

“She’s always here. Thought she wanted to come and she does.”

“She’s my girl. You could’ve asked me.”

Rafe knew it was wrong to call you his, you weren’t…officially, however he didn’t care; you were his girl, his best friend, his pretty angel. only his.

“You gotta let this thing go, man. She’s not yours,” Tommy chuckled mockingly, “when was the last time you heard from her? ‘S not like she can wait ‘round forever.”

He clenched his jaw, anger and frustration coming to him all at once, “you like her, Tommy? Mh? Is that it?”

“You see, Rafe, I know lots of people here who are dying to put their hands on her. It’s just a matter of time before-“

Rafe’s hands flew to his throat, pushing him against a wall as all he could see was red. No one could talk about you like that.

“You better tell those people that Rafe Cameron’s girl is not to be touched. I hear one more word about her and,” he chuckled lowly just like Tommy had before, “I don’t think you want to find out, do you?”

Tommy’s face was flushed while his hands gripped the wrists of the man that was in front of him, pleading him with his eyes to let him go. After a stare down, he did and the curly haired man coughed violently as he tried to regain his breath. Rafe only turned around and walked up the stairs to his room; if you were coming to the house that evening, then he had to be there too.

The walk to the house was almost a torture; Camille dragged you to the entrance, claiming that you had to let loose and live your own life. Most of all, you knew she wanted you to talk to Rafe and you didn’t know if the feeling you had at the thought of seeing him again was fear of rejection or excitement.

After a while, you decided to step outside and enjoy the night air, the soft breeze in your hair making you close your eyes and ground yourself for you were worried about seeing your best friend again. You and him had been through so many good memories that it scared you to think that you might’ve not made some more because of a stupid moment of lack of judgement and self control. You absolutely adored him and the way he cared for you and never judged you, how he always made you feel like you were a huge part of his life and that he wanted you there, for as long as he could’ve; you would’ve never changed those feelings for all of the gold in the world.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” a familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts, startling you and making your heart fall in your stomach.

You turned around, a sweet smile on your face, “Camille made me.”

Rafe walked closer to you, revealing himself as the moonlight shone on him. The white button up shirt made him look like a Greek God and the fact that his chest was almost completely exposed didn’t help with the amount of nerves you were dealing with.

“Right. So, are you going to talk to me now?”

He gave you a sympathetic grin and pushed his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.

You sighed and declared defeat, “I’m sorry, Rafe. I was - I am embarrassed.” You corrected yourself, knowing that the humiliation was still fresh on your mind.

He furrowed his eyebrows and the confused look on his features told you he really didn’t know what you were talking about. Why were you embarrassed? He was the one who had openly told you he wanted you; you should’ve been angry, not embarrassed.

“What? I thought you were mad at me.”

“Why would I be? You did nothing wrong—“ suddenly, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him and your faces were only inches away from each other. You sucked in a breath at the quick movement and instinctively put a hand on his chest as to balance yourself, however it fell on his naked skin, burning at your touch, “w-what are you doing?”

He looked behind you and nodded to someone that you couldn’t see, “sorry, that guy was staring at you,” he whispered.

You bit your bottom lip while you could feel his heart beating fast under your palm, “why do you care?”

It was a genuine question; why would he have cared about someone else watching you? Or someone else wanting to touch you?

And after all that time, you still couldn’t understand that he wanted to be the only one that was allowed to feel you, to kiss you, to make you tremble under his gaze.

His voice was merely a sigh when he answered, “you know why. Let’s not kid ourselves here, sweetheart.”

You put some distance between you, finally fed up with the way he believed it was always obvious what he was feeling. He had done it that night when you had confessed about the kiss, telling you how much he wanted you as if it shouldn’t have been news to you, but it was. You were good in school, with friendships, with your family, however, when it came to real feelings, romantic relationships, you knew nothing.

“I don’t know,” you slightly raised your voice for you wanted to make sure he understood your frustration, “I don’t know what you’re thinking, Rafe. If there’s something I should know, you have to tell me, I can’t read your mind.”

The look in his eyes was saying a million words as he stared down at your figure, still standing in his arms. He nodded in thought, “not here,” his arm fell from your waist and reached for your hand, “c’mon.”

You accepted it and let him take you into the house and up the stairs; the scene reminded you of the day you had kissed him: Rafe gently guiding you to his room, everyone around you drunk and dancing around, your back pressed against his door as you giggled and lifted yourself on your toes to kiss him. The memory made you almost shudder, the feeling of his lips against yours a recurring dream.

Rafe slowly pushed you inside and closed the door behind you as your back rested against it. You swallowed thickly as you looked up at him and the sight reminded you of the last time you had been in the same room alone with him.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/n. I can’t stand us being so distant.”

The pain in his eyes was evident and you only wanted to wrap your arms around him, “me neither.”

He ran his hand through his hair and then rubbed it down his face for a second, as if he was trying to recollect his thoughts.

“What happened between us…I -“ he sighed loudly, “I have so many things I want to say.”

And there you were again, batting your pretty eyelashes at him and slightly tilting your head to the side as you tried to understand what was going on in his head and giving him heart palpitations in the process.

“Then say them,” you breathed.

He looked away for a second before setting his gaze on your figure again, “shit - you don’t understand, sweetheart. Thought I could do this, that once I was in front of you, I could’ve just told you how I feel; but now that I’m here — fuck. You’re making me lose control.”

When had breathing started to become an impossible task around him?

He took a step closer to you, “tell me why you called me the other night.”

Your breath was knocked out of your lungs; you swallowed thickly as you decided to act clueless, “what are you talking about?”

You avoided his eyes, although the closeness made it quite impossible.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” he murmured, his arms caging you between him and the wall behind you.

“Rafe, I-“

Your words died in your throat when his nose lightly brushed against your skin, his hot breath on your cheek, “I want the truth, sweetheart.”

Your teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, “I wanted to hear your voice.”

He softly kissed your jaw, “what else?”

You closed your eyes and you swore your heart was about to jump out of your chest, “I - I needed you, Rafe.”

The words came out almost like a desperate whine and they went straight to his pants. The fact that you were wearing that damn short dress that always made his head spin wasn’t helping with his problem either.

“What did you need from me?”

“Please.”

He raised his head and pressed his forehead against yours, your lips inches away from each other, “tell me what you needed, sweetheart.”

His hooded eyes, full of lust and desire, were only making your ability to speak even more impossible, “I’ve never done this, Rafe.”

His fingers gently threaded through your hair, pushing a strand out of your face and cupping your cheek in the process, “I know. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, I promise.”

You kept eye contact as your hand slowly went on his bare chest and he sucked in a breath; he didn’t expect that, that was for sure. The palm of your hand lazily slipped down to the first button of the half done shirt and opened it, feeling the hot and naked skin underneath.

“I want to,” you whispered.

He didn’t waste a second before he pressed his mouth against yours in a hot and sloppy kiss. Finally, he tasted your cherry chapstick again, the one he had been dreaming about for weeks. The softness of your lips made him feral for he wanted to feel the rest of your body on his lips as well. One arm was wrapped around your lower back while the other rested between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place and you were sure that if it hadn’t been for his strength, you would’ve turned into a puddle on the floor.

Your hands ran through his hair and when he seductively took your bottom lip between his teeth, you tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. The groan he let out at the unexpected action made your insides feel warm, but not as much as when his arm fell from your back to your behind, until it reached your exposed thigh and wrapped his hand around it to bring it around his hip. His whole body was pressing yours against the wooden door and the new position allowed you to feel the growing bulge in his pants against your lower stomach. Your skin was burning at his touch and yet you needed more; of what you weren’t sure.

As the kiss turned less heated and more gentle, his lips abandoned yours and began leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck as the the sound of your heavy breaths filled the room. You instinctively arched your back and tilted your head to give him more access, the action making him all but growl against your skin. His lips slowly traveled back to yours and pecked them once more before resting his forehead on yours, breaths mixing.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”

You trapped your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked up at him, his voice was so raw and raspy that it had made you feel even dizzier than what you already were.

You nodded.

His free hand came up to cup your face, “I need words, pretty girl.”

“I’m sure.”

Rafe kissed you again and let go of your leg, but it didn’t last long as both of his hands traveled down to your ass, gently squeezing it and making you moan in his mouth in the process. You were both surprised at the sound but it had made him even harder and he knew he couldn’t wait to absolutely devour you, to make you realize just how much he wanted - needed you.

His hands grabbed the skin just below the curve of your ass and you automatically jumped to wrap your legs around his midsection. He didn’t waste any time and walked towards his bed, he sat on the mattress as you remained in his lap and your dress rode up to allow you to sit with your legs on either side of him. Rafe had to stop himself from taking you right then and there, looking so sweet and innocent as you were basically grinding down on his bulge.

“You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy, baby. You know that?” He groaned out with his lips attached to your neck before he started to suck on your perfect and soft skin.

In the end he got what he wanted: to mark your skin up and claim you as his.

You moaned out his name and gripped his hair, forcing him to look at you, “you need something, sweetheart?” He rasped out, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.

His hands forced you down on his clothed cock again and you gasped, “do something,” you whined out.

He tugged on the bottom of your dress, which rested around your hips, “can I take this off?”

You knew you had to be a flustered mess, “I’m not wearing a bra,” you mumbled, embarrassed.

He let his head fall on your collarbone and groaned at your words, never had he ever wanted someone so bad. You lightly chuckled at his antics but the blush on your cheeks was still there, “‘s that a yes?” He asked jokingly, although his patience was starting to slip from his fingers.

“Yes.”

He finally slipped your dress off your body and threw it on the floor before placing his hands behind him and resting his weight on them. He licked his lips at the sight of your perked up nipples, your perfect breasts that he’d had dreams about holding in his hands, so many times he had lost count. Your chest lifted up and down quickly as he stared at your naked body that was prettily sitting on his lap while he was still completely clothed.

“W-what are you doing?” You asked shyly, his gaze was so intense you felt your whole body catching on fire under his stare. Your arms instinctively flew to your chest to cover it, beginning to feel self conscious, but he stopped you immediately.

“I’m just enjoying the view, sweetheart. Don’t cover yourself up,” his hands traveled up from your upper thighs to your waist until they reached the side of your breasts, “you’re so damn beautiful.”

He took your wrists in his hands and brought them to his chest and you immediately began to unbutton the last bits of his shirt, leaving his torso completely bare in front of you. You pushed his shirt off his shoulders and you admired his sculpted body, the thought of having him all to yourself was enough to make you feel hot all over again. In one swift motion, he wrapped one arm around your torso and manhandled you to rest your back on the mattress. You giggled as you looked up at him and his heart skipped a beat at the sound. He was done, you had completely ruined him without even taking his pants off. He grinned at you before claiming your mouth once again while his hands explored your body, groping your chest and gently rolling one of your nipples between his fingers; you shuddered at the feeling, it wasn’t new, but no one had ever touched you like that and it was sending a thousand sparks throughout your body.

He bent down to take one nipple in his mouth and your back arched off the bed while you could feel your panties getting wetter every second, you knew you were a mess between your legs. As if he could’ve listened to your thoughts, his hand slipped down to your clothed cunt and cupped it. When he growled around your hardened bud, you realized he had found out how wet you were.

“Fuck, what are you doin’ to me?” He mumbled. His kisses traveled down your stomach and then right above your panties. He looked up at you as he played with the elastic of your underwear, his whole body ached to just taste you, “can i, sweetheart?”

You rested your weight on your elbows, “yes…please.”

He smirked at your neediness and slipped the last piece of clothing that remained on your body, leaving you bare in front of his hungry eyes. He marveled at the sight of your wet and sweet cunt; his dick twitched as he opened you up with his thumbs, your thighs already thrown over his shoulders. Finally, he licked a long stripe along your folds and you both moaned at the sensation. Your hand flew to his hair, scratching his scalp as a whine of his name left your puffed lips, the sound like a melody you never want to stop listening to. He ate you out slowly at first, trying to make you feel comfortable, until you started to unconsciously grind against his face, taking away that last bit of self control he had left. He began licking and sucking on your clit like a starved man, as if that was his last meal and he wanted to savor every minute of it until he couldn’t physically move anymore. The sound of your moans only spurred him on as he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling, and your eyes rolled behind your head at the newfound sensation.

He slightly lifted his head, leaving you a needy mess, “have you ever touched yourself, baby?”

The question was sweet, it would’ve sounded even innocent by his tone if it hadn’t been for the lewd acts he was talking about. You nodded slightly, not trusting your words.

“Yeah? You ever think about me when you do that?”

He had been waiting to know the answer to that question for days. Perhaps he had a dirty mind, but he couldn’t shake off the image of his pretty and innocent looking best friend touching herself as she moaned his name. The thought alone could’ve made him cum on the spot like a horny teenager.

You swallowed thickly, you were so embarrassed and turned on at the same time.

“Yes, Rafe,” you breathed out, the tension between you thick, “all the time.”

He grabbed your thighs tighter before burying his face in your cunt again and the sudden motion had almost made you scream. The pleasure and the vibrations caused by his growls were too much.

When his finger teased your entrance, you felt your whole body tremble. He sinked one finger inside you, so tight that he couldn’t wait to have you wrapped around his big cock. His sucking motions on your clit never stopped as he added a second finger and curled them inside you, hitting that spot that made you shake and thrash. You could barely keep your legs still when you began to clench around his digits repeatedly, and he kept plunging them inside you, riding out your high as you took deep breaths.

His tongue never stopped lapping at your juices, until you gently pushed his head away. He kissed his way up to your lips again, “you taste like a fucking dream,” he said before crashing his mouth on yours. You could taste yourself on his lips and it felt so lewd and hot, you wanted more of him. You placed your hands on his back, slowly raking your fingers down and reaching to his pants; you began to unbutton his jeans when he stopped you.

“Wait,” his hand wrapped around your wrist, “we don’t have to do anything else if you don’t feel ready, sweetheart, okay? Don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything. Tonight’s about you.”

You nodded, “what if I wanted to do this?” You whispered.

He smirked and pecked your lips, “then let me make you feel good, yeah?”

He let you push his pants down and he finished getting rid of them himself, kneeling in front of you in only his boxers. He reached for his bedside table and pulled condom from the drawer. Before taking that last bit of clothing that separated you, he leaned down and kissed you sweetly, showing you how much you meant to him, how what was happening between you was so much more than just sex and physical attraction. He wanted you, but not just in his bed or under his naked body, he wanted you everyday, safely wrapped up in his arms; yes, he wanted you to be his, but he also wanted to be yours and only yours.

Once he got rid of his boxers and rolled the condom down his hard member, he rested his weight on one elbow, next to your head, and forced you to look him in the eyes by placing his free hand on your chin.

“Hey, if you want me to stop, just tell me, okay? Doesn’t matter what I’m doing, you stop me if you don’t want this anymore, mh?”

“Okay,” you nodded and he sent you a genuine smile.

The head of his cock began teasing your wet entrance, rubbing you up and down as he played with your swollen clit. Grunts and moans filled the room once again, the feeling was amazing but it wasn’t enough.

“Ra-“ you started to whine out his name but was cut off by your gasp, caused by the sudden intrusion of his cock, stretching you out as he tried to slip the head in.

You clamped down on him and threw one hand around his bicep, sinking your nails in the tight skin, while the other was on his back and gripped his muscles; you whimpered at the big stretch.

Rafe gently rubbed your clit to help you focus on the pleasure rather than the pain and it seemed to work as he managed to push himself more inside of you. When he stopped, halfway through, he pressed his forehead to yours, catching his breath as you did the same.

“Shit - you’re so tight.”

You didn’t know why but your stomach did flips at his voice, for some reason you found everything he said so arousing in that moment.

“Kiss me, please,” you whispered and he obliged immediately, steadying his hips for he waited for the green light.

The softness of his lips brought you comfort and pleasure started to curse through your veins; you slightly pulled away, “you can move now.”

His hips began moving at a slow and gentle pace, making you comfortable, until a loud moan escaped your lips and he set a faster pace than before as your nails scratched down his back with one hand and his chest with the other. The latter moved to his head and brought him down to make him kiss you again. Your lips moved in sync while he kept hitting places inside you that you didn’t even know existed and you all but screamed in pleasure in his mouth. He tilted his head back for a moment, breathing harder and groaning; when he looked down at you again, he swore to himself no one was ever going to look at you the way he was in that moment. You were his and he intended to keep it that way. Your chest raised as you arched your back from the pleasure and he couldn’t help himself from dipping his head down and wrap his lips around your nipple. The sound of skin slapping was muffled by the loud music that came from downstairs and his ears were filled with your voice.

When he felt you clamp down on him, hard, he brought his lips to your ear, “you gonna come for me, sweetheart?” He whispered, “mh? Fuck - you’re squeezing me so tight. Just like that.”

He was sure you were leaving red marks down his back and he loved that; he was craving it.

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart,” he rasped before rubbing your clit faster, until you finally unraveled beneath him, moaning his name like a chant as he wasn’t even thinking about his own release, just about yours. However, the sight of your body shaking under him triggered his orgasm as well and he moaned your name with his head in the crook of your neck.

You ran your fingers through his hair while he lazily kept moving his hips to prolong both his and your releases, until he collapsed on top of you and you tried to regain your breaths.

He kissed your throat and raised his head to feel your lips against his again; he was getting drunk on the taste of your body and he didn’t want to be sober ever again. His hands caressed your sensitive skin, eliciting goosebumps all over you at his touch.

His nose brushed against yours as he mumbled on your mouth, “you okay, sweetheart?”

You smiled up at him, “I’m okay, Rafe.”

“Was that how you imagined it would be?”

“No,” you chuckled at his expression, “it was much better.”

He kissed your forehead, “I’m gonna clean you up now, yeah?”

Once he had made sure you were both clean, he gave you a pair of his boxers and a shirt while he only wore those grey sweatpants that always made you look away with your whole face on fire. He lied on the bed with his back on the mattress and your head on his chest as you stroked his naked stomach and he rubbed your back up and down from underneath the shirt.

“Rafe?” You asked after sitting in silence for a while.

“Yeah?”

You sat up slightly to face him while your body laid on the side.

“I don’t want this to ruin our friendship,” you whispered, “I don’t want to lose you.”

His hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his favorite excuse to hold your face in his hand, “I don’t want to lose you either, sweetheart, but…” he sighed loudly, “I can’t be your friend anymore.”

Your throat tightened and your heart broke at his words, your worst fear of sleeping with him was already becoming your living nightmare. He noticed the tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to avoid eye contact and he cursed himself for phrasing it so badly.

“No, no. That’s not what I meant. I - I want more. I can’t be just your friend and if you’ll have me, I’ll show you that I’m serious about this.”

Your mind was going through a thousand different and contrasting thoughts, but it took one look at his beautiful blue eyes, full of adoration, for you to crumble. But before you could speak, he noticed the hesitation written all over your features and stopped you.

“Listen, I’ve never done this,” he continued, “I don’t know how to love someone or how to be the perfect boyfriend, but I do know that I care about you, more than I ever cared about anyone else in my life. I can’t stand the thought of you being in someone else’s arms because I was too much of an idiot to let you go…What I’m trying to say is that I think I’m falling in love with you and I don’t want to stop because even if it’s the scariest feeling in the world, I’ve never felt better in my whole life.”

You looked down at him with a big grin on your face, loving this side of him that he only ever showed to you, and climbed on his lap. You bent your head to kiss his lips and he followed you immediately, placing his hands on your waist and enjoying the fact that he wanted to get used to that.

“I think I’m falling for you, too, Rafe.”

You smiled at each other before he flipped the two of you over, making you squeal and giggle. He began leaving pecks all over your face and you couldn’t believe that that was your Rafe. Your foreheads touched as you looked at each other.

“You’re mine now, huh?” He asked, cockily but you could hear the insecurity laced in his tone.

“I’m yours.”

“Good,” he grinned, “‘cause I’m yours, too.”

After another kiss, you got back to your previous position, your head nuzzled in his neck as he hugged you closer to your chest. Silence filled the room, comfortable and familiar.

“You know Nate and Camille are fucking, right?” He suddenly asked and you chuckled loudly at his choice of words.

“They really do think we’re dumb,” you commented.

You spent the rest of the night like that, talking about everything and nothing, gossiping about your friends and even about people you didn’t know; just like you had always done, two friends laughing together, except this time you knew you were his and he knew he was yours, and neither of you would’ve changed anything about that.

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koifsssh · 10 months

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The Greaser Au!

(oh goodie! it's here!)

bwah, where to start?

long, long, long rambles below! (Beware!)

Wally! I'll start with Wally!

As you can imagine, Wally is the little leader of the group! Promptly dubbed after his last name, "The Darlings"! (how darling they are indeed!)

Wally had grown a fascination with the trend, though he didn't quite understand the need to act so tough and mean, so he decided to make his own group! (with the help of Barnaby!)

Motorcycles, catchy tunes, being free on the road is something everyone should enjoy! So who cares if you're big or small, or if you like the color pink? Anyone can be a greaser as long as they got a jacket and a bike to go along with it!

At least, that what he believes anyway!

Speaking of a certain beagle...

Barnaby!

Barnaby of course wanted to join in on the fun, and he very publicly advertised Wally's gang at his little comedy nights! (It did catch a certain blonde's attention!)

it did garner attention, with the way the beagle so affectionately told of Wally's endearingly comedic actions from their day to day life. Barnaby also helped Wally organize the entire set up, helping him get paint and base jackets for the painter to personalize! (He also suggested Poppy's diner as a hangout spot! He had it all thought out!)

Plus, it made his best friend happy! Who could ask for more? Well... maybe Barnaby would ask for a hotdog or two.

Julie!

Julie is a seasoned hair stylist! She owns her own hair salon! She's excellent at her job, however more often than not she gets a unpleasant customer.

Stress can pile up unfortunately, and when she attended a comedy show one evening she couldn't help but be ecstatic at such an idea of being free on the road. It felt like the perfect destresser!

Talking on the phone with Frank was great and all, but nothing compares to feeling the rush of wind in her hair... So she jumped at such an opportunity! And of course, Julie doesn't go anywhere without a certain frowny bookworm!

Frank!

Frank is an entomologist! (and a part-time librarian during the summertime!) A dream job really, but every dream comes with its hurdles! Similar to Julie, Frank found themself stressed. Usually books were able to decompress them, but lately they've been growing frustrated, the one thing they hate the most is incompetent writing!

It took a lot of convincing to get Frank to even consider the idea of being a greaser, let alone get on a motorcycle... but Julie can be very insistent when she wishes to be! Not even a week passed before they begged Julie to stop her nagging, but in exchange they had to at least go with her once on a motorcycle...

how mortifying.

However! the thrill of being on the open road at a high speed was something they never knew they needed! Needless to say, after that, they were hooked!

Sally!

Sally was the last member to join! and she took her spot quite quickly!

Sally had been in Poppy's diner when she saw The Darling's walk in, she was in awe! Colorful motorcycles? Matching jackets? They all looked marvelous! The star couldn't help herself when she walked up to them, simply starstruck at such a group!

They all looked to be having such fun... she wanted to take part!

When Sally asked if there was a spot left for her, Wally softly smiled at her and stated, "Anyone and everyone can join!"

She was content that day, and from then on, it really was the best group of friends she could ever ask for!

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whew! im done!

(this is my second time typing this... i had lost it all the first time. bwah. but it's here!!!)

im quite happy how everything turned out! I think i'll use this as a master post of sorts, just so you don't have to dig through my stuff just to find anything specific!

I'll leave Poppy's & Howdy's explanations here! (Just know those designs are old! All the designs in this post are the ones i will be using!)

Poppy's Diner!

additionally! I will give you everyone's closeups!

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writtenbymoonflower · 5 months

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Unpretty

You are insecure and Peter is oblivious. tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

cw: reader had very negative thoughts about body image. mentions of weight and general body image issues. i tried to keep it as neutral as possible so everybody could read and relate, so it can be read as plus!size reader or not.

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The position you were in wasn’t unnecessarily uncomfortable. The physical part felt really nice, actually. Peter was laid on his side, nose nuzzled into your hair while you were in his arms flat on your back. His even breathing was soothing and you felt close and warm.

Emotionally, however, you felt confused.

You had to resist cringing every time you remembered that Peter’s large hand was spread over the bottom of your tummy, likely feeling everything “wrong” about it. He could definitely feel it wasn’t as flat or firm as you would like it to be, even through your thick crewneck. And even though you logically knew it was impossible, you felt the stinging insecurity all over your body, like he was touching you everywhere you hated. Your brain was telling you that through feeling the soft part of your stomach, he could also feel and see where your thighs were too big, where stretchmarks were painted all over your body, and where your skin wasn’t completely smooth.

He probably would hate my body as much as I do if he could see. The little voice in your head nagged.

Obviously, you knew that wasn’t true. You knew that everyone had little things that bothered them and yours weren’t even especially unusual. You also knew that voicing these thoughts to Peter would likely lead to you being even more self-conscious and him being confused. Or even worse, him pitying you. You were snapped out of your spiral by Peter’s shifting in position.

“What’re you thinking of, baby?” Peter whispered. To your horror, his hand started rubbing your stomach over your sweater. “I can practically see the steam coming out of your ears.” He laughed the way he does when trying to calm you down, like he doesn’t think it’s funny but it might be less intimidating if you believe he does. You turned your head to look at him. Being this close didn’t allow you to see his full face, but you could see one of his pretty brown eyes, looking at you with far too much love for your heart to handle.

“Not thinking of anythin’ really.” You kept your voice as even as possible and hoped he didn’t hear the nervous hitch in your breath as he reached under the hem of your sweatshirt to touch your skin. You panicked and tried to cover by grabbing his hand in yours and holding it between your ribs, right under your chest. He looked confused but still stroked your hand with his thumb.

“Yeah okay.” He was sarcastic and rolling his eyes but his voice was still light. He brought your joined hands up to kiss the veins on your wrist, closing his eyes and letting his lips linger for a good few seconds. All while still burning his eyes over your face, letting his pupils linger over a feature before jumping to the next, admiring your whole face with so much care you would cry.

“What?” You asked, growing shy under his intense stare.

“You’re so pretty, baby.” He was still smiling at you like a fool. “So so pretty.” He sing-songed. He urged you to lay on top of him with his arms, but you held fast in your place. Your boyfriend apparently took this as a challenge, because he showed off his real strength by pulling you fast onto his chest.

“Peter!” You said, scolding and nervous and flustered all at once.

“What?” He asked smugly, with a look of triumph on his face. You ducked your head out of his eyesight. “Baby, what’s up?” He asked again, more sincere. You still didn’t answer, your anxiety was roaring too loud in your head. You were probably crushing him under your weight. His hands were planted on your hips, likely feeling the extra fat and getting grossed out. He was just too nice to say anything. He was also too far close to your face for comfort, definitely seeing patches of oily skin or blemishes littering your face. It all became too much for you and you tried to roll off of him, but he gripped onto you harder.

“Peter, let me off.” You kept your voice light but you were panicking inside.

“Yeah, not happening.” He stayed stubborn as a mule.

“But I’m heavy, I’ll crush you.” You said desperately.

“Good.” He rebutted, still acting as if this was a casual conversation.

“Peter, I’m serious. I’m too heavy for this. You’re going to hurt yourself.” Your voice trailed off, getting quieter towards the end. The whole sentence was soaked in shame that Peter hadn’t yet picked up on. Now, there was a concerned crease between his eyebrows.

“Huh?” He looked genuinely confused. “What put that dumb idea in your head? ‘Too heavy’ for what, exactly?” He started as if he was about to rant, but cut it short. To your dismay, he pulled more of your weight onto him.

“It’s not dumb, it’s true. I’m just too heavy” You argued back. He couldn’t really be that oblivious. Anyone with eyes could see it.

“Oh I’m sorry,” He started sassing, like he actually wasn’t sorry at all. “I didn’t know that you now were the only deciding judge of something being ‘too much.’” He was being defiant on purpose.

“Peter, please.” All joking and argumentativeness had left your tone, just leaving shame and sadness. Peter softened at this and encouraged your head up to meet his eyes, holding your jaw firmly so you couldn’t look away. He looked like he was slowly putting pieces together in his head.

“Baby,” He started, still not breaking eye contact with you. “Is this why you’ve not been letting me touch you as much?” Peter looked so sad, it didn’t suit him at all and you wanted to make it better immediately. “Do you think there’s something wrong with you, that I would think there’s something wrong with you?” On the last sentence he was extra distressed, like he couldn’t believe the words were leaving his mouth.

“I just-” You were trying to articulate your feelings without making this any worse. “I mean, not every part of me is pretty, you know that.” You tried to say it casually but Peter’s expression didn’t lighten at all. Instead, his bottom lip jutted out and his eyes got wider, looking like a cartoonishly sad puppy who was denied a treat.

“I don’t know that, actually.” He moved his hand to the back of your head, threading his fingers in your hair. “You don’t think you’re pretty?” He said the last part like his heart was cracking. And in Peter’s mind, it was. His baby was thinking badly of herself, and even worse, she was thinking he thought badly of her.

“I mean,” You cringed as the words left your mouth, wanting desperately for the conversation to end. “Not really. At least, there is a lot about me that could be a lot better.” Peter was at a loss for words. You had obviously mulled this over and were solid in your opinion.

“I don’t think there is. I think you are perfect. I love everything about you.” He said softly, his voice missing its usual teasing tone.

“But-” You started, but cut yourself off.

“But what?” Your argumentative boyfriend was back. “C’mon. Talk to me, baby.”

“I just-” You gathered your thoughts as best you could. He was really being difficult. There was no way he hadn’t noticed something. You also really did not want to say your insecurities out loud. It was too raw. But you knew Peter, and he wouldn’t back off without you giving something. “My stomach isn’t flat.” You said, as if that was enough argument for you being disgusting.

“Okay?” He actually laughed at this, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “And?”

You rolled your eyes, irritated. “And, in general I’m just too big. And my skin isn’t good either. It just doesn’t all add up very well does it?” You resisted the urge to cry, you didn’t want to add that on top of this already stressful discussion.

“Sweetheart,” He looked exasperated. “I think- I think you’re being really mean and unfair to yourself.” He searched for the right words. “Everyone has things about themselves they don’t like, yeah? But you should know, you are not too anything, and there is nothing about your looks or body that is ‘not good.’’ He said every word firmly. “And most importantly, there is nothing, absolutely nothing about your body that I dislike, or that you should worry about me seeing or touching, okay?” His voice was soft during the last few sentences, like he was speaking to a little kid with a scraped knee. It made it a lot harder to resist crying. “Okay?” he said, still looking directly into your eyes.

“Okay.” You said, watery. You swallowed hard and buried your face in his chest, feeling all too many emotions. “Thank you, Pete.” You didn’t think you could say anything else without falling apart.

“It’s okay. I'ts alright. It’s what I’m here for.” He stroked the back of your head, still being gentle. “Just do me a favor, yeah?”

“Mhm?” You muffled.

“Just, make my job easier for me next time. Tell me when you’re feeling like this, okay baby?” He pleaded as he pressed a kiss to your hair.

“Okay. I will.”

“Good. Now cuddle me please.” Demanding Peter was back. “And put all your weight on me, it’s no good otherwise.”

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the clash | iii. black planet

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 2.5k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, hobie hating you, you hating hobie, needles mentioned, slight injury from said needle

a/n: is this one long? yes. do i care? no because it was fun to write. it was 3 am when i finished this and make this a draft, so you know i had fun with this chapter. also, i’m about to go into work, so i will probably not be here but i wanted to post it beforehand so i can just worry about working on chapter iv later. and just wanna say i’m grateful to everyone who is reading and interacting with the posts! this has been such a warm welcome back into writing for the marvel universe and i appreciate each and every one of you :)🖤 also i have a question, feel free to answer in the comments or pm me, do i go all the way in the angst for this, or only some angst?

now reading: iii. black planet

previous chapter: ii. time bomb

next chapter: iv. london calling

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You open a portal to your world, and dramatically motion everyone inside. Gwen, Miles, and Pavitr step into it, and you glance at Hobie. “Are you actually coming, then?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he says sarcastically, stepping into the portal. You enter last, walking until you’re in the familiar darkness of your apartment. “Welcome to my home,” you say, going to your kitchen to get a glass of water. As you’re pouring, you hear one of your guests speak up. “Is that… a real skull…?” Pavitr asks, pointing to a human skull above your fireplace mantle. “Sure is. She’s my aunt,” you say, taking a sip of water. They all look at you with a look that reads ‘is it… that aunt?’

You nod.

It isn’t brought up again.

Hobie sees a vinyl player and immediately walks over to it. He observes the multiple albums and singles and then comes across vinyls that don’t look like they belong to any band in particular. “You press your own vinyl?”

“Obviously. There’s just something better about vinyl than listening to it on my phone, so I press my own playlists,” you say, and Hobie glances up at you. “It sounds more real. Scratches and all, makes it feel authentic,” he says, placing a record on your player and placing the needle on it surprisingly gently. You raise your eyebrow at him. ‘Of course he would get the record thing,’ you think to yourself, ‘he is a guitarist after all.’

“I totally agree,” Gwen says, and you nod. Musician things. Ambient sounds accompanied by faint guitar riffs fill the room. You nod in approval. This is one of your favorite songs. Gwen smiles. “Your place is so fucking cool, (Y/n),” she says, walking over to the crystal ball and various tarot decks you have set up on your kitchen table. “Thanks, I take pride in it,” you say and Hobie makes a noise. “Could be better. Tell me, do you consider any color? Ever? Like what the fuck kind of plants are these that they’re all black?”

“They’re called Raven ZZ plants, and actually, they’re a bright green when new leaves sprout, but no. Color is not for me. The only reason I have the tiniest bit of pastel pink on my spider suit is because I need to continue to throw people off my scent.”

“How d’you reckon a tiny splash a’ color will do that?”

“There are various different types of goth. If I only used my own style, it would make the likelihood of me being me much higher than I would like,” you explain, and Miles looks around. “So… this place haunted?” he asks and you grin. “Yes.”

“Ghosts aren’t fuckin’ real.” Hobie scoffs, and he has to bite back a laugh at how quickly you turn your head to him. He actually does believe in ghosts, just a tiny bit, but doing anything to piss you off has become his new motto. Even if he has to lie.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll make one of them possess you,” you say icily, and a cold breeze rolls through the room and blows out some of the candles. Pavitr shrieks and jumps into Miles’ arms. Gwen mutters something about that being ‘so cool.’ Hobie looks virtually unimpressed and you two glare at each other until you all get an all too familiar feeling of danger. You all turn your head toward your balcony, and you see an explosion in the distance. “Fuck,” you mumble, jumping into action immediately. You pull your mask on, and jump without a second thought. It’s a new thing when you glance over and see Hobie right by you. “Was that a bomb? Who could that be?” Miles asks and you sigh. “Probably the Green Goblin,” you say, and Hobie opens his mouth to say another sarcastic remark but is cut off when he gets to observe what your swinging is like.

You literally move like the wind. It’s fluid and smooth in nature, and he pays special attention to how you barely make noise when you land on a building to run. It’s actually impressive, and it makes him lose whatever rude comment he thought of. It’s the complete opposite of how he is. Erratic and loud. He doesn’t know whether to respect it or make fun of you for it later. Probably the latter. “Hey (Y/n)? Is the sky normally this dark? I thought it was like 6pm,” Pavitr asks as you all swing and you nod. “The sun is only out for like 2-3 hours a day here,” you respond. “Damn a little sunlight never killed anybody,” Miles says, and you shrug. “Honestly, here it might.”

“Is that why you’re so moody and negative? Only light you get is from the moon?” Hobie asks and you roll your eyes. “Actually, I was born that way. My style of living has nothing to do with my moodiness and realistic outlook,” you shoot back, emphasizing the point of realistic and not negative. He just shakes his head.

You all arrive at the location the explosive went off, and you notice there are still people inside the parking garage that was hit. “We’re on it!” Gwen says, motioning for Pavitr and Miles to follow her. The three of them take off in an instant, and you keep your eyes peeled and ears open to hear the wings of the Green Goblin’s glider. Hobie hangs back, not saying anything for once in his life. Until he gets an uneasy feeling. “Something’s close.”

“I know, idiot, I have the sense too.”

“I was just sayi–”

He’s cut off by a tiny bag of… powder… being thrown between the two of you. You both leap out of the way immediately before it explodes. “Found you!” Hobie hears a maniacal laugh, “Ohhhh and you brought a friend!” The Green Goblin of your universe giggles, and he realizes that the glider she’s on is a giant taxidermy bat accessorized with mechanical elements making it able to fly again. “Not their friend,” he yells at the Goblin before addressing you, “What the actual fuck is ‘at?” Hobie yells and you sigh. “That’s the Green Goblin of my universe, she’s a fucking lunatic who wants to turn me into a taxidermy sculpture and sell me at an art auction.”

“She an Osborn?”

“Yes, Harriet Osborn,” you say, dodging another… bomb? Hobie honestly doesn’t know what the fuck is happening. “Well, I’ve killed one Osborn already, what’s another,” he says, and you make a gasping noise. “Oh no… don’t tell me…”

“We can’t kill Harriet!”

“Why the fuck not?! She’s tryna kill you!”

“Because of personal reasons! You’re not about to come into my world, and kill my villains, asshole!” you scream, and he groans. “Fuckin’ fine. Whatever, we take her down, we don’t kill her,” he says, and you nod. “I take her down. Like I have countless times before.”

“Uh uh uh, I’m here for a reason, we take her down.”

“Gods, fine. Whatever,” you huff and the both of you dodge another explosive. You point to Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr who are motioning to you that they got everyone out of the garage. Without speaking, the two of you develop a plan. You immediately web into the garage, going down to the bottom floor. Of course, your Goblin follows you, completely disregarding Hobie even being there. He follows behind. It’s dark in here, all the lighting has gone out inside and the black sky outside makes it difficult to see. You use the stealth he observed earlier to your advantage. Even he has trouble picking out where you are, and he has super senses. He makes his way to a pillar that supports the garage as quietly as he can, which, luckily, is quiet enough that he goes unnoticed. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he hears in a sing-songy voice.

He carefully picks up a rock and glances around the garage. He’s behind a pillar that will help bring the whole thing down, he just needs to deduce which of the other pillars will assist in that. Lucky for him, you’re there too. He hears a noise behind one of the pillars, and sure enough, an explosion soon follows. He quickly realizes where the other weak points are and throws a rock at one of the others. Boom. Explosion. And then one more. He glances to his left to see you right next to him. You both nod at each other, and he hits a power chord. You roll your eyes. “A little flashy, don’t you think,” you say as the two of you leap out of the way and there’s one more explosion. “Not flashy enough, love,” he responds as the garage starts to shake.

The two of you expertly navigate the falling rocks as you make your way out of the collapsing building. Right when you get out, your eyes widen, and you twist your body so the glider doesn’t impale you. You land on top, and the Goblin turns around. Half of her mask is broken and she’s bleeding from being hit by one of the rocks. You can tell the glider was hit, too, because it seems to be stalling every now and again. It does get you farther away from your spider-companions, but they start webbing after you. “Found you,” she says. “No shit, Harriet. It only took you demolishing ONE building to do it this time, feels like a new personal record for you,” you respond, and she throws a punch at you. You dodge, and then see her pull out an unnecessarily large taxidermy needle. “Ah, shit,” you mumble as she starts wielding it like a dagger. You’re able to dodge most of her attacks, but the last one grazes your side. You hiss and realize she put another attempt of a knockout serum on it as well. Great. She laughs.

“Stupid spider! I didn’t need to stab you; I just needed a little graze! See, I put a special kind of toxin on my needle, and now it–” She gets knocked out by a single punch to the face. “You talk way too damn much, girl,” you mumble, webbing her to the side of a building as she falls off her glider. Oh shit. The glider. You leap off, despite the pain in your side and the woozy feeling that’s starting to show up and web the glider. You then go water skiing without the water. Or the skiis. And on the road. Oops.

You do your best to control the glider, swerving between cars and making sure it doesn’t run into any of the skyscrapers in downtown Night of Yore City. That’s when you realize it’s about to run straight into a building. You narrow your eyes. It’s time to do your Spider thing. You yank back on the glider, causing it to stall. You leap up onto the side of a building, detaching three webs onto it and leaping to the other one. You repeat until a full spiderweb is formed, blocking the glider’s way to the building, and repeat so it’s underneath the glider as well. You quickly web up the giant claws of the taxidermy bat, ensuring they can’t cut through your webs, and wrap the glider up, swinging around it in a circle. You attach the end of the web to the big spider web you just made and watch it slow down even more. It goes into the web in front of the building, and slightly indents into it, but that’s the further it gets.

You crouch on a lamppost, watching to make sure nothing bad happens. When you’re positive everything’s fine, you stand. A few citizens yell some thanks you’s, more glare at you because you just ruined their day, and some just ignore you completely. You look up and see the four other Spider-People chilling on the side of a building. You quickly join them. “Never seen someone make a web that fast and efficiently,” Gwen says, motioning to the web you wove. You shrug. “Thank you.”

“Unfortunate a buildin’ had to come down in the process,” Hobie says, not giving you a break or any type of praise. You roll your eyes. “Let’s not forget you were part of the reason the building came down.”

“I could have done it without the destruction.”

“Like you would have.”

“I wouldn’t have, but I could have. Obviously, you couldn’t,” he says, and you flip him off as you all begin webbing back to your apartment. Once you get there, you assess the damage the needle did to you. Some weird green toxin was in the cut, and you sigh. “Wait, (Y/n), that looks kind of serious,” Gwen says, noting the discoloration of the toxin compared to your skin. You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. She keeps trying to make a knock-out serum to use on me. None of them are strong enough,” you affirm, the slight wooziness you had felt earlier is completely gone. Now you just need to wash and dress this, and it should be healed by morning. “Or maybe she’s just a shit chemist.”

“Thank you, Hobie, for your doubt that I’m a capable Spider-Person,” you say, and he nods at you. “Always.”

You get out your first aid kit and clean your wound up. It stings, and you wince, and the others know that feeling all too well. “Right, well now that we’ve seen this gloomy, depressin’, dark ass world, why don’t we go see an actual fun world, eh?” Hobie says, starting to press some buttons on his watch. “Go to your world? What so I can be blown away with too loud amps and catch on fire because some dumbass thinks they can make a flamethrower with some sort of cleaning spray and a lighter? No thanks,” you mumble, and he rolls his eyes. “Not like I want you there anyways, love,” he says. You hate this new nickname he’s picked for you. It’s not endearing, it’s annoying. And he knows that it bothers you. You angrily put your first aid kit down and glare at him. “Fine. But hold on one second.”

You scale your wall and reach into an impossibly high cupboard, pulling out some cat food. Suddenly, the four spiders see two bright green eyes in the darkness of what appears to be your bedroom. You fill up a bowl, and your black cat saunters over to you. You pet his head, giving him a few scritches between the ears, his favorite spot. Hobie’s grateful you’re preoccupied with your cat because he does not need you to see the expression on his face. He loves cats. Especially black cats, they’re a perfect symbol of rebellion. Maybe he’ll come back here one day but only for your cat. ONLY.

“Alright, now that you’ve fed the cat, can we please leave? I can feel my soul bein’ sucked out of my body the longer I stand here,” Hobie says, impatiently, and you roll your eyes. “That’s the ghosts doing that, you know.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

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ueueuehehehehehe barbatos tailfucking the reader. like holding them with his hands and using his tail to fuck both holes *smiles* and like overstimming them too (fem reader if so 🙏🏼🙏🏼) -rei boobie anon

Barbatos tailfucking fem! s/o + overstimulation

omg you said that he needs to hold the reader and everything but I get a little bit carried away while writing this.. Hope it's okay.. <3

femreader, teasing, begging, humiliation, overstimulation, semi public sex, rough sex, slut shaming, oral (giving), double penetration, Master/pet relationship;; 3026 words;;

NFSW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

The way Barbatos touches you clearly reflects his whole personality - playful, almost weightless, and always so confusing, as you never can say if it was an accidental brush of his hand on your body that feels too intimate or he just teases you, maybe even torturing you with these games.. Every time you visit Demon Lord's Castle he approaches you too rarely to actually make you aroused but too often for you to not pay attention to light strokes of his arms that just knows where and how to tickle to make you bite lips. Yet today..

Today was some kind of special occasion, indeed. One of the casual tea parties that Diavolo loves to make so it's easy to run away from his responsibilities and paperwork but today his loyal servant finally accepted the offer to join you all and also relax. And oh what a miracle, the only empty chair was near you?!

But the fact that Barbatos also would just drink tea with you all didn't bother or even surprise you that much, before.. Before you choke on the silver spoon in your mouth, suddenly feel the cold leather of his gloves on your thighs.

"S/o..? Are you alright?!"

"Strange, I make sure that there's no Solomon's cooking this time, why did you choke on this strawberry pie?"

"Mm? And how can my cooking be related to this..?"

Ah, everyone around you is so worried, almost jumping from their places to pat your back and help you. When the hero of the occasion keeps drinking his tea, absolutely enjoying your blushing face and this awkward laugh as you try to calm everyone.. While his hand already lifts your skirt, caressing naked skin here.

"S/o, is everything okay? Maybe I should lend a helping hand for you too?" - he finally turns to look you right in the eyes just to get even more amused by your adorable reaction, as you're really trying to keep your voice calm. The moment your eyes meet, Barbatos just moves his fingers forward, tickling inner thighs oh so close to your panties.

"Yes, yes, I'm alright.." - and despite you wanting to hint with a glance to stop you have no idea how… Everyone around is still looking.

"Good." - He takes off your panties.

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Well, maybe you shouldn't have given a damn about everyone else as now things get even harder to hide.

For a moment you thought he would just tease you with his hand for the whole tea party, but then his tail appeared. And it was much worse than his fingers can be. One tip of it was slowly sliding up and down, titillating your folds, when the other one pressed to your clit, drawing small circles in a sensitive place.

All you can do is just eat more than usual to muffle your gasp in another bite of cake. How good Mammon was also here, in his casual goofy mood that Lucifer hated so much, making everyone around laugh. And you laugh too, trying to hide your whines and sobs under the mask of a strong fit of laughter, eyes already red and watering when you act like you finally controlled the spasms.. Oh if they all know what exactly spasms you try to control..!

Will you be able to hold yourself for the whole evening? Your hand slides down to squeeze Barbatos' knee, not in the attempt to tease him too but to warn him, warn that it's starting to be unbearable. Even when you tried to control your breath he was hearing your small gasps and whimpers, and quickly found just the right pace to rub your clit while his other tip played with the clenching entrance of your pussy, not thrusting inside, just tickling, making you be the one who wants to feel more. And you were afraid you would not have enough strength to not just start moaning out loud.

"Mm.. This time it was much more funny than usual.." - Simeon smiles, and you just now notice that everyone has already finished their tea, and the party is getting to finish.

"Oh yes! The fact that Barbatos was with us this time as a friend and not as my servant was making everything better..!" - a loud laugh of the Lord thundered across the table, but you almost didn't hear him, more concentrated on the heat between your thighs that made you cross your legs. Are you on edge now..?

"I don't think my presence change anything, but your words flattered me, my Lord.." - with a slight nod Barbatos keeps looking at everyone but not you.

"Hehe.. But do you remember that you still need to prepare rooms for our dear guest to stay overnight?"

"Of course. I will return to my work immediately." - maybe no one heard this, but you clearly notice some sight mockery in his tone. And of course this mockery was addressed to you, as at the same time all touches stopped and his tail quickly pulled away.

You whine, this time not even carrying how loud you can be, as your pussy was still throbbing, asking, begging for just a few touches before blissful release..

"I'm no less disappointed than you are, s/o.." - Lucifer furrowed his brow, looking at his boss. - "You probably should tell us that you're planning an overnight stay a little bit earlier..?"

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Never in your life have you experienced a more hard time than this evening. All this activity with the demon brother in Castle just annoys you, as you still keep returning to these moments with Barbatos, almost feeling the ghost of his touches on your warm skin all over again.

But this sinful servant just knows how to make you struggle even more, not even showing near you for the whole time, too busy with his responsibilities. And it was both good and bad, cause despite you yearning to see him again you also were afraid that you would just melt in the same second you see him again.

And only when everyone calls it night and goes into a different room, whining about how lucky Belphegor and Simeon are to spend the night in the same place with you, only then he approaches you again, catching you all alone in the darkness of the corridor.

"It seems that I left my poor darling right at the most interesting moment.."

"You did it on purpose..!" - you whisper, fighting the urge to just cling to him right here, but the shine in his bright green eyes tells you to not even try.

"Am I? Then please, meet me in my room tonight.." - leaning closer but only with his shoulders, still not touching your body, Barbatos whispers in your ear, hitting the core of your mind with goosebumps. - "I'm ready to fix my bad attitude.."

"But how I can-" - you mumble under your breath but he's already gone, almost faded away, leaving you all confused again.

Just HOW you still tolerate such unfair teases? Probably because you start to be addicted to these intoxicating games that always leave you with a light head and warm wetness in panties. Not even Lucifer with his playful flirting can make you feel the same thing that this side servant that is always in the background, hiding in the shadows, can. And you love that.

Well, maybe this whole sleepover was also just part of his plan, and the fact that you get in a room with two pretty peaceful guys was maybe also just his little touch.. Cause Belphie just fall asleep immediately, before you even enter the room, and Simeon, trying to act as quiet as possible to not awake him, also quickly get drowsy.

Just an hour, and you were absolutely sure these two wouldn't notice you go away. Well, maybe not 'just an hour', as every minute was like a torture for you, especially when you realize you would probably receive something more very soon.

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"Oh my. So I really picked your interest today, am I?"

You just whine as a response, melting in his arms the very second you crossed the threshold of Barbatos' room. Clinging to him with your whole body, you grasp his shoulders, waiting to feel his touch again, but his hands don't even move from your waist, and the whole hug feels… kinda stiff.

Oh, do you really think everything would be so easy? When you look up at him all you can see is a wild smirk, as your lover was absolutely amused with such pathetic needy gaze. One arm pat your head as he pulls away from you.

"Barbatos, why-"

"On your knees."

Not even any second thought as you already dropped on the floor, sitting in front of him. From such an angle his devilish face looks even more hypnotizin and you whine, both from shame and arousal.

But he just looks at you for a few seconds, before walking away and sitting in his bed, calling you with a beckoning sign. Oh, and of course he wouldn't even try to hide how much he enjoys your trembling figure as you quickly get closer on all fours. Like his own little pet..

For a moment you just look at each other in absolute silence, before he leans a little, resting his elbow on his knee:

"Do I really need to say that? I thought you were pretty smart to understand that good girls get rewards only after they ask nicely.."

"But.. Barbatos.."

"Mm, and I thought you got here for something more than just to show me how pathetic you look in such a pose.."

Digging your nails in the carpet, you sobs, as your face starts heating up. Of course you know when he plays and when not, and now you're absolutely sure you will receive nothing if you wouldn't beg.

"Barbatos, please.. Please, just touch me again.." - your small whine makes him chuckle and he nodded approvingly, waiting for more. - "I don't even ask for fucking, just touching.. Please.."

"Oh, how pitiful.." - your lover sighs, and despite his smile still on his face, the tone of his mocking voice was disinterested.

"No, really.. Barb- Master.." - you lean closer, clinging to his legs. - "Master, please.. I'll do anything.."

"That's better.."

Finally, FINALLY he touched you, spreading your legs roughly with the toes of his shoes as his tail quickly slid under your skirt, pressing onto the sticky fabric of your panties, that was absolutely soaked in your juices.

"Lift it up." - his gaze drops on your clothes and you quickly obey, too excited to finally get the right attention. Pulling your shirt up, you take it in your mouth, revealing your bra, while hands lifting the hem of your skirt.

"Oh, you decided to show me your whole body? Then go on, take everything off.." - still with a mocking tone, Barbatos surveyed your naked skin with the same calm gaze. ..did he even aroused or not? Or is it just a very twisted game for him, to humiliate you more?

But you don't care, as the main thing for you is that his tails already move your panties aside and start stroking your hot, trembling pussy again. Still holding your skirt with one hand, you tried to unhook your bra, as he ordered, but it was too hard, too hard when all your already small thoughts completely disappeared, leaving you with an empty head.

"What's wrong? Few touches are enough for you to get so useless?" - Barbatos sighs, leaning down and taking off your shirt along with the bra in one movement. - "Never thought what a dirty slut you are, letting a man treat you like this?"

The way his voice quickly changes from light mockery to straightforward insults just makes your stomach tickle. And this absolutely cold gaze on your blushing face and sweaty body just makes everything worse.. It's amazing how he can keep such a collected face when his tails are literally rubbing against you like that, one in front, teasing your folds, when another tip slowly creeps to your ass, tickling a tight hole. Another high pitched whine burst out of your lips but he quickly shut you up, grasping your chin.

"If you want to keep your mouth open, then at least use it properly.." - with such commentary he forces you lean closer, pressing your face to his crotch. Warmth of his hard dick that was felt even through fabric sends shivers down your spine and you let go of your skirt, instead trying to unzip his pants.

Not even trying to help you this time, Barbatos just keeps watching your weak attempts to do it, feeling just how much your hands tremble when brushing against his bulge. All he does is just keep telling how you demean yourself with such useless behavior. Oh, he's too harsh? But his tails also have nerves and he clearly can tell how much your both holes are clenching from his merciless comments, begging to be finally stretched out. But it's not the right time yet.

Only when his cock finally slaps your face, revealing from his pants, he grabs your hair again, controlling the pace with you licking his whole length. And only when Barbatos starts forcing his dick inside your mouth, his tails thrust inside you in one moment, making you moan right on his skin, tickling glans with vibration of your throat.

"Is it actually so good, to be fucked in all your holes? Well, why I'm asking.. Sluts like you love such things, don't you?" - even after his breath gets heavier from your hot tongue around his cock, your lover keeps mocking you.

Mock your sloppy movements, mock you for being so wet that he doesn't even need to prepare you, already pushing his tail deep inside you, mock you for choking around his cock and think about your own pleasure, not his, just mock and mock you every second. But your face with furrowed, twitching brows and muffled moans just tells him that you're absolutely enjoying it.

His darkened eyes now were filled with more lust, as he enjoyed every thrust of your mouth in just the right pace that he controlled all by himself, still pulling your hairs with his tight grip. For a moment Barbatos presses your head to his hips again, making you choke on the thick base of his cock and just stop, admiring your hazy eyes, full of tears.

"Such a good, whorish pet.. You want to cum, don't you?"

All you can do is whine and nod just a little, begging with your gaze instead of words. Oh, and of course with your hips that keep bouncing up and down on two tips that now speed up, moving in one aggressive rhythm. This mind shattering feeling of double filling was so new but already so pleasant to you, both your tight holes tremble from the rough resistance of his tails. God, of course you want to cum now.

"That's it.. Only dirty whores will cum when all their tree holes are stretched like this, so go on and show me how slutty you are for your master.."

The same rough wild speed that titillates you down here now was wrecking your mouth too, and you just closed your eyes, surrendering utterly to the pleasure. But a rough pull on your hair makes you gasp and open it again, just to see the smirking face of your lover.

"Did I give you permission? Look your Master in the eyes like a good and obedient pet.." - a low chuckle sends shivers down your spine and he suddenly starts to slow down. - "Or you enjoy when I throw you away in the most delightful moment?"

You shake your head a little and keep sucking his dick, begging with every move to not stop, to not stop right now, when your legs start trembling so much you barely can sit like that and not fall down, your thighs tried to squeeze together but his boots still were forcing you open, spreading your legs..

Just a few more rough, merciless thrust and you moan around his dick, sending more vibrations all over his sensitive skin while orgasm finally hits you. Your whole body freezes and if not his hand on your head you would probably stop sucking, as all other muscles in your body tensed up, concentrating in your burning pussy that now clenched tight around his tail. Your vision is blurry and you can only see Barbatos' smirk and deep dominating gaze, and it just makes these waves of pleasure inside you hit your core even harder.

Still pushing your head up and down, he admires such a pathetic view of your cumming face, absolutely enjoying your hot walls and their pressure. Just how much tighter you would be when he would pound into you with much thicker length..? This thoughts makes him bite lip as he also get too close to the edge, showing his dick deep in your throat.

"Keep your mouth like that.. Let's use your throat for its only one declared purposes.."

With these words Barbatos come too, burning your inner skin with thick hot sperm. Oh, and of course as a good pet you will keep sucking, milking him to the very end as sticky liquid running down into your stomach. Only now you were able to hear more of his groans and gasps, but not that much.. After all, if you want to hear more of his delightful deep sounds then you should work even harder now.

And of course he gives you this opportunity, pulling away your head to undress himself completely.

"On a bed, now. If you continue being so obedient, then I'll let you stay here for the whole night, pet.."

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baldursgate3tempobsessed · 7 months

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hello! i’m not sure if ur taking requests but maybe an astarion x bard! tav who is neutral good? ik in game he hates it when we’re nice, so i’m wondering how you think he’d handle a tav who is not only kind but also not really interested in sex

Oooh, I like this! Time to bring out the bitchy cat energy. Because he is a bitch. Lot of Act 1 in game references here btw. Sfw, but y'know, Astarion sad boy backstory is always looming. Also conveniently ignoring the canon fact that Astarion doesn't know how to swim because I can~~~

Astarion supposed he could have come across a worse rag-tag crew of undesirables to associate with. It was made clear, disturbingly quickly, that he wouldn't have made it out here on his own. Not with the goblins and cultists lurking around every corner. And a damn vampire hunter for gods' sake.

Astarion could have done much worse than this merry-band of weirdos. Like laying dead in a ditch for instance. That said, it didn't change the fact that he was quickly growing tired of their leader's antics.

You were just so annoying. So selfless, in one of the stupidest ways he had ever seen. For one thing, why one earth would you ever trust a gith or Shar priestess? Or a vampire spawn for that matter. How no one had stabbed you in the back yet was beyond him, considering how you gave them every opportunity to do so.

Not that Astarion would, or at least not yet. But he could. Easily, considering all the misguided trust you had put in him.

But despite your flaws, he had to admit that you were capable, that much was clear. You were strong, quick, witty, and not above deception to keep the peace. He.... liked that about you, in a way. The extent to how far you would go to save others. It was courageous, as well as incredibly stupid, but he could respect it.

Slightly.

it helped that you were a cute little thing, even with the aggravating sunshine personality. Cute enough for Astarion to start thinking of... certain options. You would be easy to manipulate, he was sure of that. Enough so where his life could become one of your top priorities. You already seemed to like him, without him turning on the charm. It would be so easy to get you wrapped around his finger, with nothing but a few shiny words and some pleasant bed-warming. Nothing that he hadn't done before. And if anything, your absurd levels of kindness could.... make everything a little more pleasant than what he was used to. Gods willing.

And tonight seemed as good a time as any, considering everyone was still on a high from being the tiefling's heroes. You were excitedly talking at him, adorable in a frankly infuriating way. Or maybe the wine was working on him more than he had anticipated, he wasn't quite sure. But... your smile seemed extra enchanting tonight.

Enough so for him to get to the point after you asked how he was feeling, "I'm just looking for a little more excitement. A little more fun."

You cocked your head at him, innocently confused as he continued, "You know, we could always make our own entertainment darling. Get a little closer, so to speak."

"Sure!" You said, jumping on the opportunity faster than even Astarion had expected, "Can we do it now?"

Astarion blinked, pleased if not a bit surprised. He's not wholly against giving the camp a show, though the children still lurking about definitely put a damper on things. But maybe if you went far enough away...

"And can I choose what we do?" You asked, a wide smile on your face.

Astarion laughed, delighted at just how easy this was going to be, "Depends on how adventurous you're planning on being."

He hadn't expected you to grab his hand, easily intertwining your fingers with a smile, "I can show you."

Astarion hadn't been prepared for the quick escalation of events, but he was happy to abide by it. He nodded his head, giving your hand a small squeeze before saying, "Then lead the way."

And lead the way you did, right to the Waypoint of the swamp. Not exactly the most romantic place to be having sex, but Astarion had done worse. That was until you conjured the dancing lights, the dreary darkness suddenly transforming what should have been a putrid bog into a dreamy landscape, filled with flowers and freshwater.

Astarion looked to you, eyes wide, "How...?"

"We purified it!" You announced with a massive grin, "We did it this morning, before the party. Halsin and the other druids came down, I amped up their magic with a fantastic song, and bam! No more stench of the hag. Isn't it pretty?"

That... sounded exactly like something you would do, sweet thing that you were. Astarion nodded as he looked around, a little touched that you brought him here at all.

But as nice as the gesture was, he wasn't here for strictly fun. He had a plan, one that you were doing a wonderful job of putting into motion. Considering how you were in the middle of pulling your shirt over your head.

You looked at him expectantly, laughing a little when he rushed to join you. But before he could get his underclothes off, you were stepping away from him and... jumping into the water?

Astarion stared as you sputtered up to the surface, wiping your face with a loud laugh, "My gods, it's cold!"

"What on earth are you doing?" He called out to you, cautiously walking towards the water, "Are you trying to freeze to death?"

"Oh, hush!" You said, waving your hand in the air with a splash, "If we can kill an entire goblin camp than we can handle some cold water. Now get in already!"

Had he mentioned that you were aggravating yet?

But he hadn't made it this far to back out now. Besides, this was far from being on the list of the worst seduction tactics that he had to endure. Though it may have been the oddest one. Astarion couldn't remember a single time that jumping into a purified water pool led to lovemaking. But there was a first for everything. Though it didn't help that the water was indeed freezing.

"For fuck's sake," Astarion cursed when he came up for air, "This is your definition of fun?"

You giggled as you swam towards him, stopping to wrap your arms around his neck with a smile. Another unexpected move from you, a factor that he hadn't expected, but found oddly endearing.

You were playing with a lock of his wet hair, twisting it between your fingers as he wrapped his arms around you, "Well the fun part hasn't started yet."

Astarion laughed softly, his eyes zeroing in on your lips, "Is it about to start now?"

"I think it is," You whispered back, "You ready for it?"

"More than you know," Astarion murmured, leaning in to finally connect your mouth.

But before he could press his lips against yours you were dodging him, giggling as you whispered in his ear, "Good. Let's race."

And then you were pulling away from him entirely, diving under the water just to show back up a few feet away, a manic grin on your face, "Whoever gets to the opposite bank first wins!"

And then you were off, swimming away. You little cheater. Astarion didn't even think as he want after you, a childish competitiveness taking over. You still won, of course you did with that large of a head start, but he managed to beat you on the second and third try.

By his fourth win you were officially pouting, which only devolved into a splashing fight from there. One that he gracefully let you win.

It was all so stupid. Completely juvenile and beneath him. But then why was he having so much fun?

Eventually, you both got out of the water, opting to sit on the bank as you talked. Just... talking. Nothing more, and about the silliest things:

"If Halsin can turn into a bear, do you think I could learn how to grow an extra finger or two? It would make the lute playing so much easier."

"If you don't mind looking like a freak than sure. Are you thinking of literally growing them or having them attached?"

"If, and just hypothetically, Lae'zel and Shadowheart fought to the death, who would win?"

"Darling in all honesty, I think it would just devolve into lesbian sex."

"If you could go anywhere in the world, right now, where would it be?"

"...I think it would be here."

It was a startlingly fun conversation, one that had Astarion being sincere in ways that made him uncomfortable. But that didn't stop him from participating. The two of you talked about anything and everything until the sky started to lighten, both of you leaning into each other as you watched the sunrise.

That was something Astarion would never tire of, how beautiful the light and sky looked at the start of the day. Part of him still couldn't believe that he was able to see it at all, after two centuries of darkness. But now here he was, sitting on a peaceful riverbank after talking the night away, almost like... like he was a person. A real person who mattered. With someone who somehow thought the same.

You sighed, your head resting on Astarion's shoulder as you watched the pink sky, "We should head back soon. Before anyone starts to worry."

Astarion nodded, his heart clenching the slightest bit when you pulled away to stand. He... didn't want this to end. Not yet. Not when he-actually now that he thought about it, he hadn't done anything in the past eight hours that he had planned. The two of you hadn't even kissed, despite the fact that you had spent the vast majority of the night wet and in your undergarments.

How in the hells did that happen?

Astarion was still trying to figure that out as you tossed his shirt and pants his way. He stood, hastily putting it on while he struggled to figure out what to say next. He was completely off his usual script, at a complete loss as you re-opened the magical waypoint.

You turned back to look at him, that same sweet smile on your face that you had been wearing the whole night, "You ready to go?"

Astarion wasn't the type to stutter, but that's where he found himself when he blurted out, "I- wait- I mean, is that it?"

You cocked your head at him with a tiny frown, one that Astarion wanted off of your face immediately, "Did you not have fun?"

"I didn't say that, but it wasn't exactly the fun that I was referring to," Astarion said as he closed the distance between you, regaining a fraction of his usual forced confidence. Why were you so good at making him feel off-kilter?

He took your hand in his, reverting back to the seduction tactics he knew as he used his other hand to tilt your chin up, "I was thinking something a little more... intimate."

"I know what you meant," You said with a little laugh, giving his hand a small squeeze, "But my way seemed just as enjoyable, don't you think?"

"Darling, that's not exactly the point I was trying to make."

"Oh, I'm aware, but it was mine," You said easily, standing on your tip toes to kiss him on the cheek, "Thank you Astarion. It was fun, and I hope we can spend more time together like that in the future."

And just like that you were pulling away again, letting go off his hand to step into the portal, the feeling of your lips against his skin still lingering as you disappeared. Despite himself, Astarion brought his fingers up to where you kissed him, standing there like an imbecile as new feelings started to course through him. Emotions that he had no names for.

Maybe... this was going to be a lot harder than he thought it would.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #asks #you'll pry my long posts out of my cold dead hands #cutsey #pre-relationship basically #our boy is trying lol #silly things

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tangledinink · 9 months

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[ swanatello ] ->

Donnie had found that now, he almost didn’t mind sunrise. He didn’t enjoy it, per se. But he wasn’t sure if he hated it anymore, either.

At first, it had been awful.

Every single morning, like clockwork, as soon as sunrise approached, all he could feel was fear seeping through every corner of his body. It pressed in tight until it filled him up and forced him rigid and sharp, searing the backs of his eyes and the curve of his neck. Every morning, the only thing he knew was that something bad was about to happen. He didn’t really remember those moments. All he remembered was feeling, more than anything, that he had to get back to his lake. That he had to get home.

(He did remember coming to, after the transformation was over and the panic eased off. They never talked about it, but everyone would always be looking at him with these faces that told him plenty. Every time they’d be all teary-eyed and shaky. And he’d wake up pinned in the firm press of Raph’s big hands, careful and gentle but still so tight it was almost painful. Sometimes, some of them would be bloodied, and he knew they’d never say it but he also knew it was his fault.)

The worst part was that he already was home. He knew that. He knew he was with his family. He knew that he, Hamato Donatello, was finally back where he belonged.

He hated how hollow the victory felt.

No matter how long he looked, he couldn’t quite find any joy in it. He wasn’t happy or relieved. He wasn’t lonely or mournful, either, wasn’t missing the lake or longing for its company. Mostly, he was just… tired.

He just wanted to sleep.

The longer he was here, the more he adjusted, and the easier the routine was. He didn’t panic like that anymore. The fear never quite went away, rising up red hot and swollen in his throat over the horizon each and every morning with the sun, but at least they didn’t have to hold him down anymore. At least he didn’t hurt them.

Either way, they always stayed with him.

“Leo?”

There were two minutes left. Even if he wasn’t staring down the clock, he’d still know. He’d feel it.

“Yeah?”

And that was why, really. Why he couldn’t quite find it in himself to mind the sunrise.

“It’s almost time.”

Even if it was fear. At least at sunrise, he felt something.

“I know,” Leo soothed, shifting slightly across the bed to sit a bit closer to him, nudging Donnie ever-so-softly with his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

But Donnie never worried about that. He knew Leo wouldn’t leave. He knew he’d stay. He knew that nothing bad would happen— that he wouldn’t die. That it wouldn’t even be painful. He knew that at the end of it, whoever was with him with scoop him up and hold him in their lap. He knew they’d pet his feathers and talk to him all quiet and soft, gentle and low until he fell asleep. He knew they’d still be there when he woke up again.

It never stopped the fear. It still couldn’t stop the jump in his heart rate and the hitch to his breath, running off ahead of him as if to scout for trouble. It still never kept all his muscles from coiling up tight, pulled taut across his skeleton, bracing for impact. It had yet to prevent his hands from trembling every morning— so bad that his brothers almost invariably ended up hanging onto him, wrapping his hands up with their own to keep him steady.

“It’s okay,” Leo insisted, squeezing his hands. “You’re fine, Dee. Deep breaths with me, yeah? Nothing is bad is gonna happen. I’m not gonna leave.”

And Donnie knew he wouldn’t. That was never what he was afraid of.

At first, he would panic every morning. His brothers would have to hold him down. He’d black out. He would hurt them.

It wasn’t like that anymore. It had gotten better. The more time passed, the less horrifying it was, and the better he could bear it.

He thought maybe that was what he was actually afraid of.

That maybe, one day, enough time would pass that even when the sun rose in the mornings, he still wouldn’t be able feel anything at all.

[ @candycoloredzebra wrote a thing for me, and i liked it, so i wrote something, too. ]

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#this is just me #like #expanding on their thing kinda #coz i just liked it a lot for whatever reason #and it made me think things and feel things or whatever #swanatello #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #donniesona #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt au #fidgetwing

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bunnyinfoxclothing · 1 month

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Hear me out: Vaggie's Wings

Okay, so we have all seen the head canons that Vaggie either loves or hates her wings. That maybe they are not extremely sensitive and that any unexpected touch sends her into a spiral.

Or that she keeps them hidden except for when she's with Charlie, or that she is just so happy to have her wings back, and preening with Charlie is one of the best things she has ever experienced.

But hear me out: Stretching.

Stretching. Everybody stretches out their back. There is the hands above your head stretch. The hands down low stretch. There is the bed stretch where your legs shake. There is the floor stretch, if you do a lot of flexibility stuff you know, cat/cow stretches, cobra stretch, downward dog.

All different kinds of stretches. Now add wings.

I imagine stretching wings is a lot like stretching out your arms. It's like arms coming out of your back instead of your sides. And just like everything else you stretch, you stretch it in every direction.

Now stay with me.

Vaggie's wings being really big, like I'm talking they look too big for her body, so when she stretches them out, they hit the walls and knows stuff off of shelves.

Everyone in the hotel thinks it's the funniest thing in the world. Charlie thinks it's so cute. Vaggie gets so annoyed 'cause now she has to walk across to opposite sides of the room to pick up the two different piles of objects she's knocked over.

Then one day it happens. She stretches her wings back behind her, trying to crack something after sleeping weird and she just freezes. 'Cause her body feels what her mind had forgotten. And suddenly she's back in the alley. Back on the floor and she's in so much pain and just vulnerable.

The hotel crew just watches as a big stretch suddenly makes her tense. Watch her freeze and her eyes widen.

Then Angel comes in at the wrong time and bumps her wings. It had been something playful they had going on. He would shove her out of his way and she would smack his extra arms out of her face. He would try and scoot past her and get a face full of feathers.

It was just instinct with how tactile they had become with each other, but his arm pushes at her wings and they collapse inward so fast that he jumps back in alarm. And Vaggie is on the floor smacked by her own wings hard enough to bruise.

They curl around her in an almost suffocating way and she wants to scream or cry or anything, but she is just frozen and for a moment nobody knows how to help.

Angel feels too guilty to move and Husk is by his side trying to tell him he didn't do anything wrong while simultaneously keeping Nifty from getting to Vaggie, with her muscle memory encouraging her to stab the vulnerable angel on the floor.

Charlie is panicking. She wants to pick up her girlfriend, bring her to bed, and keep everything bad away for the rest of the day, but she also knows that when Vaggie gets like this, she doesn't always like to be touched. Her wings almost always being a huge no no, even when she does want to be held. But her wings are covering all of her. Charlie can't pick her up without touching them.

So all she can do is watch as Vaggie becomes a victim to her own mind in the presence of all their friends.

If you thought this was going to be cute... I am so sorry, but you should know me better than that by now.

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teopatra · 9 months

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Holaaaa

~ choose a meme for a channeled message // this is not a tarot reading .. happy Virgo season and happy Mercury RX 🥵 feel free to choose multiple groups-

Why do ppl love/hate u ??

Group 1 : si or yes

People do not know how to read you. The decision most people would immediately jump on you take the time to consider and really weigh your options. People hate that about you bc they think you’re too good but it’s lowkey a subtle flex bc it shows you have options. People feel like you get too many chances or things come to easy for you and almost like it’s not fair like you always win. If it’s a situation where you always win people feel like you don’t even try. For example at school it can be a random drawing and your name can get called in an assembly or in the morning announcements and people know you didn’t even try and they put so much energy into hoping they’d get it. 😂

Folks pay a lot attention to you bc you always seem so oblivious yet you’re so rational. You say the most intelligent things and overall you make people feel stupid because a lot of times people assume you’re slow or have dumb blonde energy when half the time you’re not even paying attention. But the other half of the time when you seem like you’re not paying attention you actually are you’re just very strategic. Life is like a game of chess for you and this can make others feel like you’re sneaky or have the intention to one up them by using information when it’s convenient for you. You give non chalant energy but not in a rude way in a calm at peace type of way. People leave you out because you make them realize they’re lowkey thirsty or pick Me’s since you don’t jump at every opportunity like they would, but you teach others about the vastness of life by being patient. Others see you as abundant and before you come into peoples lives even if you’re not close to them they see things as very black and white, this or that, left or right, but you being a multi faceted perspective energy to things. I’m getting mutable energy especially gemini, or heavy Jupiter energy or aspects to your Jupiter or 9th house.

People do love that you kind of don’t care about things BUT YOU DO😂 people really don’t understand you, but the crazy thing is with you it’s what you see is what you get but people swear that you’re hiding something or people may ask you what’s wrong a lot and you’re like nothing????? You don’t have the typical type of resting face it’s more of a stare into the distance because you’re trying to remember if you unplugged your flat iron or turned off the TV before you left the house. If you’re in school you may forget about assignments or homework and end up having to do them on the bus, in the bathroom or in other classes and people hate that they’re tying to fill you in on things but you seem so preoccupied like you don’t care but girl you’re just trying to passss.

EVERYONE wants your energy meanwhile they’re all gossiping about you lowkey bc you’re so interesting and they don’t have anything better to talk about in the sense. But not bc there isn’t anything to talk about it’s just you’re so mysterious. You’re a popular loner like people will try to leave you out just to tell you about it later and you’re like 😃 ohmygosh that’s so wonderful and they’re like BIH you should be jealous like… people really wanna make you the villain. The type of look you have is very girl or guy next door but effortlessly sexy. You actually do alot of self care and you’re intentional with getting dressed but you’re subtle. It’s just a I washed my face and brushed my hair type of thing. You could have a chiseled jawline or symmetrical face. I’m seeing Reggie’s fine self from riverdale. It reminds me of the main character from clueless also how she’s very girl next door almost typical looking but still very standardly pretty. Don’t get me wrong you’re gorgeous and you eat everybody up on your normal day to day. I feel like you actually plan to really make yourself look nice n the mornings before you go to work too but half the time you’re almost running late bc that sleep just be too good.. you focus mostly on your dental health and I see you putting drops n your hair like hair vitamins or oil so your hair must be long and light brown. OHHH you’re giving me Ariana vibes , “no tears left to cry” like people love that you’re unproblematic but that’s the problem lol who do you think you are to be so unbothered? Meanwhile you’re oblivious 😂

Signs: STRONG Scorpio, cancer, gemini, Pisces too actually all water

Side note: People love your hair and be wanting to play with it, when you flip your hair it’s smells like Garnier fructise or something like that like not the new style shampoos that smells perfumy the old type shampoos that smell fruity but still that tumblr era shampoo smell . Your hair puts people n a trance everyone stares at the back of your head when you’re not looking so keep protection crystals around or evil eye

Group 2 : eeyuh?

People love how talkative you are; you’re funny as hell like why you be saying crazy stuff. Even teachers love you or superiors look up to you even if you’re younger. Your supervisors or older colleagues could have crushes on you because you make them feel young like you. People love your light hearted youthfulness it makes them feel comfortable being themselves. This causes people to get clingy and obsess over you. People may send you random messages through the day like when they’re at the store shopping like Ohemgee this reminds me of you haha and it’s like a notebook or some random stuff they have at 5 below and you’re thinking uhmmmm ohhhkay should I be offended orrrrr…? Lol people make themselves uncomfortable with how much they love you because everyone kinda volunteered you as tribute to be THEE it girl or HIM, and you’re like Ohemgee I’m the main character but you just keep that to yourself. People feel like bc they praise you or put you on a high pedistal that you owe THEM something 😂 it gives you wouldn’t be here without me energy almost like you’re a local celebrity and if it wasn’t for your fans that you would be a nobody. You mind your own business and sometimes you can’t get time to yourself bc someone is ALLLLLWAYS calling your name and you’ve gotten caught a few times trying to avoid people n the halls, office, target or whatever and those people feel slapped by will smith n the moment bc how dare you. Next thing you know you’re shadow banned irl by everyone. You have this very magnetic control on folks to where everyone’s energy is the EXACT SAME towards you it’s almost scary sometimes cuz you’ll think dang did someone pass away? Cuz the energy is HEAVY; you’re left confused as if you didn’t get them memo then BOOM almost as if paparazzi announced the new issue of YOU is dropping and everyone needs the scoop and now you’re bombarded at once. Angry mob vibes almost. Heavy air sign energy I’m sensing Kanye, Doja, trump even tho you prob can’t stand either of those 3 ppl the example is to show how they can have such a strange cult like following and be hated but followed at the same time.

Back to the funny thing where you end up being like the class clown bc once people get your joke which it’s not like you’re trying to be funny but you’re very theatrical in how you talk and communicate and it cracks people up and those laughs just fuel you. People hate that you’re so funny they don’t want you to stop but then they realize so much time has gone by that they’ve spent laughing at you they’re now mad bc THEY got distracted 😂 people hate how you disappear or you like to eat alone people be literally wanting to watch you eat. People hate how obsessed they get over you because they start to feel like the feeling isn’t mutual but even as outgoing as you as you tend to be a bit reserved at times especially when you’re trying to focus. You have very good time management skills and you type fast lmao. People hate how fast you finish your work and how fast you run 😂 you’re a runner you’re a track star 😂 you be runnin from people huh lol people will literally chase you like this old school Disney channel movies where the fans chase the pop star.

People love love love you but they hate how lost in time you make them feel and everyone wants to be your best friend and people may try to make it seem like you’re mixy or you’re just social for attention.You actually made yourself be social to help with your shyness or anxiety; only your close family would realize this and you almost live a double life like Kim possible or Hannah Montana where your family would be so surprised to see how much of a starrrrrr you areeee. You may like to read books or do skits; I’m hearing theatre kid or you like to sing old pop or rock n roll. I heard “that’s just the way we roll” by the Jonas brothers 🥺 I love them they’re actually having a concert n my city this week 🫶🏽😭I’m getting more Pisces and gemini vibes like group 1, also Leo and Sagittarius

Group 3 : doj

People hatteeeee how fine you are 😂 you will catch people staring at you and you don’t know why? You also can be super tall or super strong and if you’re a workout girly people like staring at your muscles or buttocks lol . People hate to see you in the gym or gym class bc you can do so many reps OR it’s the fact that you’re not the typical type to look as strong as you actually are and there’s a saying/ word for this but I can’t remember what it is. You could be very slim or maybe more thicker or big boned and if you’re on the heavier side you’re super beautiful and people have never seen someone plus size be that beautiful. Sorry if that’s triggering but people are superficial. People hate that you look better than them even tho you’re big 😂 BIG SEXYYYYY . For my plus size girlies and gents you have a lot of confidence and everyone loves you and people hate that bc you make them feel small no pun intended but n the sense that they try to put you down maybe by making a fat joke or a skinny joke and it just makes them look lame bc you’re actually the total package you’re smart, creative, strong mentally emotionally and physically and all they can do is comment on your weight 😂 people actually wish you were their friend bc you sound so smart when you speak it makes people feel slow bc you’re very wise.

People love how you dress and they love your shoes and the bags you carry. If you get pedicures pay attention to when you get a fresh set bc I’m hearing it be looking good and people lowkey wanna copy they wait for you to get a new color. Or you have gorgeous looking feet it makes people stare it them in a weird way lmao and you may catch people staring at parts of your body even if it’s your face and they feel awkward and may try to make a 😒🥴 face because you looked at them back bc of how hard they was staring like 🙄. Your family or friends may be very well known and you’re very quiet which for some reason attract a lot of rude people to you like someone may try to cut you off in line and you call them out now they’re embarrassed. You could have to deal with confrontation a lot or have disciplinary hearings like someone was always telling on you trying to get you into trouble 😂you’re literally so quiet half the time but you also speak multiple languages so you could be part foreign and people assume you’re dumb bc you’re foreign smh.. you could be into spirituality or some associates from school or your neighborhood could have seen you in your traditional dress maybe you’re of Asian/Indian descent or you’re Muslim … if you’re into spirituality people actually watch your YT, tiktoks or listen to your tarot readings and may blame you for being right like😂 I was just trying to warn you. People really do not like you sometimes and you honestly don’t even do anything aww 🥺 PLEASEEEE don’t let this make you feel bad bc tbh your lil feelings would be hurt n the moment but after about 5 to 10 minutes you don’t even care 😂

Like you’ll go home and forget that even happened and if you are sensitive and it hurts your feelings people are threatened by you and sometimes that’s just life and both life and people can be sucky but you’re not here n this lifetime for people your here to share your research findings and your creativity/art. Especially if you’re a tarot reader, a yogi, a herbalist, spiritualist or any type of healer , you heal those who have negative energy around or towards you bc they cannot transmute the energy in their own. It’s not your job to transmute energy for others tho bc if you do that people will only become codependent off of you then turn on you. You have to build up strength and boundaries and if you have been doing so or done that already then good. People will try you sometimes and just don’t even let it get to you bc they are projecting onto you but people love your advice they just hate that it’s you giving it 😂 you really bother insecure folks

Big libra, Capricorn vibes .. also Taurus or Saturn dominants /aspected Saturn

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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 2.1

Cynthia and John are worse and crazier for admitting what they admitted in the bio. But Jane and Paul are not exempt.

Will forever love this pic of Paul and Julian. He does not look like the fun uncle. He looks tired and dependable. Just stepped out of the womb as a father, didn't he? The sperm that fertilized his egg probably passed some fatherly advice and hair tussles to the other sperm as it passed them.

They should've bought the fucking island.

They never look more like a couple than when the women they're actually dating are right next to them.

The India footage actually looks so beautiful. Obviously it's a beautiful place, but they all genuinely look so free and at peace there. It really could've been so good for them. Getting enlightened, getting soberish, growing closer as a band, taking a much-needed rest. It should've been good.

The music choices in this documentary! The drastic shift from, “all you need is love” and “the dream I had was true” and “I don't need much to set me free.” to Paul leaving to “yes I'm lonely. Wanna die.” “I'm going insane.” “Look at me. Who am I supposed to be?” 8d8 psychic damage. And the thing is it's real. John really did flip a switch, just like that.

Smashing my head into a wall. It's the same as Yoko's quote about how ‘nobody hurt John more than Paul.’ Really Pete? Worse than after his mum died? Really Yoko? More than that drunk cop? Paul, what the fuck did you do to him in India, seriously, because at this point in the doc I can't accept the theory that it was just some lack of communication, I just can't.

It's also telling to me that when John's losing it, everyone's solution is some time alone with Paul. Nobody panic. Paul can fix him. Little do they know Paul's the one that broke him. Or maybe they do know and that's only another reason they know Paul's the only man for the job?

Old-fashioned ad voice: You liked Protective Jesus Scandal Paul? You'll love Protective LSD Scandal John! Really. Before the question is even out, he's making fun of it. I think he cuts off the interviewer at least three times with jokes before he can get the sentence out, and by the time he is, Paul's giggling too hard to feel bad about his little PR fuck-up.

Then he lets Paul talk a bit before jumping back in, this time with his Hard Man suit on. It's just so good. A testament to their unconditional love, really. Because, clearly, Paul's just hurt John pretty bad. And yet, here John is. Using every trick he's got to defend his friend.

But actually, though John is supposedly the one everyone's worried about, Paul's doing a pretty shit job of being the “stable” one. This entire press tour he's either fucking blazed and laughing at everything or disassociated and not contributing.

(((except during that political discussion – again! Paul secretly has actual thoughts on actual things?!)))

But for the most part, John's absolutely holding down the fort. I wonder if this is another case of everyone – all their friends and business associates, just like we as a fandom still do now – assuming John is the problem child, and Paul's the strong one, but actually they're both both.

Back to the political interview. They're just so in sync. Finishing each other's sentences when you're talking about the weather or your shared work is one thing. Finishing each other's sentences on complex topics like why poor whites often vote bigots in or the cause of rampant misinformation is quite another.

“Letting his dad cut his hair at sixteen, seventeen.” You all know that John hates Jim quote.

John: so there's war, and vegetables. There's relativity and absolute. Paul (absolutely smitten): that's great Johnny. Int: that's rather hard for people to interpret. John: well if they can't interpret it now, maybe they will later..... 1. John really was extremely intelligent. 2. That last statement sums up Beatles historiography.

Paul really just Won't be alone with John, will he? Well, two can play at that game, Paul, and John's going to win, let me tell you.

But he's going to do one last panic grab for attention first.

I really do think if John had done something like that *before* Paul would've given him that attention. Told him he's being insane and taken him home to splash some cold water on him or something and then given him whatever softness Paul was capable of. But not anymore.

I wonder if Paul could go back to 1966 if he just wouldn't have taken John to that Indica show where he met Yoko. If he would've just said “okay John, sure, let's just stay home and trip on the couch tonight.” I don't know.

Anyway, Yoko gets an A+ for persistence. Imagine being Paul, George, or Ringo, though, and John is suddenly madly in love with this woman whose been begging you all (and then him specifically) for a platform for over a year? It would be weird to say the least.

John: don't you hate me? I'm crazy, you know. Paul: no I don't hate you. John: aren't you pissed at me now, Paul? Even a little bit? Paul: I'm very proud of you. It's the unstoppable force (“Don't ‘nore me, Mimi!”) vs the immovable object (“I learned to put a shell around me”.) Someone get them some professional help before they nuke the whole world.

“There is, however, a desire to get power in order to use it for good.” One of those quotes that just really lets you see a person, you know? Benevolent dictator Paul.

Yoko, why are you talking about how bad your boy doesn't want to fuck you right in front of all his closest friends and on record for posterity? If you have to be talking about your sex life, shouldn't you be lying about how insanely horny he is for you? Oh, right, she will think of that, just not yet.

And then she waxes poetic about how turned on John is when he's working on music with Paul. Cool. Smart. Thanks for that, though, genuinely.

And Then (gosh, Yoko is such an asset to Beatles history when she's not actively spreading misinformation. Everyone give her a hand) she goes on about how Paul goes out of his way to make her feel respected and even valued. Compare that to John and Linda, anyone? And I want to be clear, I'm not saying this means John cares too much and Paul doesn't care at all, which might be the surface read. I just think John's reaction was to scream in everyone's face that he was in pain and Paul's was to insist ad nauseam that he was fine. You know?

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #yoko ono #linda eastman #ulm #understanding lennon mccartney

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spoilmesweetieforficssake · 2 months

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hi hi hi!! I love your fics so much and i don't know if you're still taking requests but if you are could you write a Melissa x reader where the reader is madly in love with Melissa and everyone kind of knows except for Mel. And when Mel starts flirting with Gary reader starts going on random dates to try and get over Mel, but Mel gets jealous and hates every person that reader tries to date. And their friendship gets all angsty but they of course end up happily together and everyone at Abbott is like "finally took you two long enough"

I feel like saying this has taken forever isn't actually an exaggeration - but better late than never! I hope after all this time that this is at least close to what you were looking for. I admit though, I got a bit indecisive with the ending, so there are actually two and you can pick which you prefer.!

Melissa and Gary are a thing, and you hate it. Worse, you hate that you hate it. You want to be happy for her, you really do, but you can’t help the way your heart clenches painfully every time you hear her talk about what she and Gary are doing together, or apparently the nausea that comes with seeing them together.

Still, you weren’t raised without manners and in love with your friend though you may be, you are Melissa’s friend first and foremost. So you slap on a smile and endure the looks of sympathy from your colleagues.

When you start to distance yourself it’s not because you don’t want to spend time with the redhead, but as an act of self-preservation. Your little Abbott family, who were annoyingly quick to pick up on the fact you were in love with the red head, are also quick to pick up on the shift.

Barb is the first to say something out loud, offering to set you up with a nice girl she knows. It’s unexpected and takes you by surprise. “Thanks, Barb. It’s really sweet of you but I’m not looking for anything serious just now.”

You miss the daggers being aimed at the kindergarten teacher behind your head and in making a break for the coffee machine you also miss the older woman’s raised eyebrow in response to a certain red head.

“So, how many matches did we get?” asks Jacob like it’s some kind of team game, as he comes into the break room to find you on your phone.

It had been games night the night before, but the board game had ended up set aside and Jacob and Janine got you set up on Tinder. Melissa suddenly becomes very interested in your phone screen over your shoulder.

“You really think you need an app to get a date?”

“Well we can’t all have our other halves roll in with our favourite drinks, can we?” you quip, ignoring her jibe. You keep your eyes on your phone, all too aware of the silence that has fallen over the breakroom at your comment.

You jump as Melissa suddenly leans over your shoulder, swiping at your screen.

“She’s too old for you.”

You turn to look at the red head with a raised eyebrow. “Actually, I set the age range myself, so she’d have been just the right age.”

She huffs and you turn back to your phone, and if you swipe with a little more vigour than before, well, it’s certainly not to prove a point.

You manage to set up a couple of dates via the app, but they’re terrible. What you hoped could be a chance to blow of a little steam ends of being up being a few awkward drinks with people who are more interested in their image and talking about themselves than anything else.

Not that you tell that to Melissa. No, as far as she’s aware the string of dates you’ve on have been great.

“Yeah, that’s why you keep going on new ones,” she quips one day.

“I didn’t say I planned on marrying these people,” you huff. “But it’s not illegal to want a little fun!”

Melissa snorts. “You’re not that shallow,” she smirks as she passes you on her way out of the room.

You lay your head on the table, groaning.

“Those dates that bad, huh?”

Your head flies up at the words, eyes wide as you take in Ava pouring a liberal amount of sugar into her coffee. Had she been there the whole time? “They’ve not been great,” you admit. “I don’t tend to well on dates when I’ve never really met the person, never mind barely messaged them,” you admit.

Ava cocks her head to the side. “You let Tweedledumb and Tweedleditzy set up that account, didn’t you?”

You nod, not quite sure where she’s going with this.

“Yeah, you ain’t gonna get dates who just want to do the dirty and not expect breakfast in the morning with something they set up.” She slides into the seat opposite you and holds out her hand. “I can fix that. Gimme your phone.”

She rolls her eyes as you flinch back. “You know what? Forget that stupid app. I’ll get you a date. You’ll love this one. Trust me.”

You’re not entirely convinced you do as she waggles her eyebrows playfully at you, but surely anything has to be better than the dates you’ve recently been on?

You walk in to the bar and for a moment you think that Ava has somehow set you up with Melissa. The red hair catches you attention first, the feminine curves a quick second, but then you realise the hair is not quite the right colour, the curves less pronounced. The description of the outfit matches though so after taking a moment to compose yourself, you make your way over and say hi.

Blue eyes meet yours as she stands and the woman takes a moment to look you up and down as you squirm under the attention. How people can do anything other than blush and stutter under the scrutiny of a beautiful woman you’re not sure. One thing you do know though, is that this woman is indeed beautiful.

“Ava said you might be a little nervous, so got you a drink.”

You thank her, taking a sip only to realise that Ava must have also told the woman what you drank. Your second sip turns more into a gulp as you proceed to down the drink. “Sorry,” you say sheepishly. “Could at least have asked your name before I downed the drink you bought me.”

She smiles at your embarrassment, extending a hand. “Joanne,” she offers. “Jo, if I decide I like you.”

“Here’s hoping,” you smile back, shaking the offered hand.

It’s going well, you realise. The conversation is flowing between you and can’t deny she’s attractive. She seems to like what she sees too if her flirting and casual touches are anything to go by. There’s just one problem. There’s another red head on your mind and you can’t help but compare the two.

Joanne seems to feel your hesitancy. “It’s fine,” she says, her smile turning gentle as she places a hand on your arm. “Ava suggested you might be a little emotionally unavailable, but it’s been a while since I had a date with a cute girl, so I figured what’s the harm?”

“Sorry,” you say, ducking your head.

“Don’t be,” smiles the red head. “Look, we’re here, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

“You don’t deserve that,” you say, shaking your head.

Joanne merely smirks. “You’re buying the drinks.”

There’s something about her easy manner that puts you at ease. You look up at her, waiting patiently for you to speak. Ava had clearly told her more than your favourite tipple.

“What’s her name?” she asks.

You feel your cheeks heat up. Here you are, sitting on a date with a beautiful, interesting, apparently endlessly patient woman, and she’s asking about her. “Melissa,” you say in all but a whisper.

“Let me guess,” smirks the other woman. “Red head, my kinda age?”

Your blush only deepens.

Joanne chuckles. “Ava ain’t subtle, honey. But you know you gotta move on before your little heart breaks even more.”

The hand that had been resting on your arm moves to cup your cheek as she leans in to kiss you. It’s nice. It’s really nice. And for a moment, you find you’re not thinking about Melissa.

“Well fuck,” sighs Melissa, halting in her steps. She stands, unable to look away as she sees you in the bar, clearly on a date. For a moment, she’s not sure what to do. She had been on her way to your apartment, but she can hardly interrupt your night now. “What a shitty end to a shitty night,” she breathes, stuffing her hands into her jacket pockets as she turns on her heel and heads home, her steps much less determined than they had been.

When Monday rolls around you’re in a better mood than you’ve been in a while. To your surprise, you actually enjoyed Ava’s date. She was good company, and after you were honest with her, it turned out she was also rather good at giving advice. The advice being that you should be the friend you’ve always been to Melissa, after all, it’s not the red head’s fault you fell in love with her. The kissing and light making out was just a bonus, really. A little fun never hurt, after all.

Melissa, however, isn’t quite so bright come Monday. She’s quiet, distracted and when you finally ask what’s wrong at lunch, she just shakes her head and leaves the room. You look to Barb, hoping she’ll take pity and at least cast a little light on the situation.

“She and Gary broke up,” she tells you quietly, her voice low to keep the other’s from hearing.

“Oh,” you breathe. You’re not quite sure what to say to that.

At the end of the day, you look up from your tidying to find Melissa loitering in your doorway. “Hey,” you say by way of greeting. “Barb told me,” you tell her, offering a sad smile. “Sorry to hear.”

She shrugs. “I think I knew it was coming…just, didn’t expect it to happen the way it did.”

You watch as she comes to sit on the edge of your desk. “Saw you out on your date on Saturday. Was actually on my way to yours.”

“Oh,” you say, your cheeks heating up. “Yeah, Ava set me up. She was great but we’re not taking it any further. Or at least, it’s nothing serious.”

“But you looked like you were having a good time, and she…”

You shake your head. “I was…it was…Gary’s an ass by the way, for leaving you,” is what finally comes out.

“Actually, Gary isn’t an ass” she sighs. “Gary called it quits because he asked me if I’d ever say yes if he asked me the question…and I told him I couldn’t.” She drops her gaze, hanging her head. “He knew it wasn’t just my past that meant I couldn’t say yes. He knew my heart wasn’t in it…”

You start putting two and two together and getting dangerously close to four. Gary broke up with Melissa because she wouldn’t say yes to that question. Because her heart wasn’t in it.

“Why did Ava set you up with that woman?” asks Melissa, still not looking up.

Unable to properly see her face, hidden as it is by her hair, you can’t read her expression as you’d like to. Your next words feel important thought. “Ava knows my type.”

Melissa nods, her eyes still on the floor. “Why ain’t you gonna see that woman again?” This time she does look up. “You looked like you were actually enjoying yourself.”

“I was,” you admit. There’s no point lying. She saw you, probably smiling and laughing. “Ava set me up with her because she knew I’d find her attractive. But she also told her I might be a bit hung up on someone else, so that night, when you saw me with her, I was probably talking about you.”

“You were talking about me, with her, while she was kissing you?”

That comment lets you place when Melissa would have walked by. You nod. “When you saw me, that was probably right around the time she told me I should think about moving on if I didn’t want to break my own heart even more.”

Melissa stands and is in front of you before either of you can think. She looks at you for what feels like forever, green eyes searching your face, for what you don’t know. She reaches up to touch your face and you close your eyes on instinct, gasping at the featherlight touch of her lips against yours. Covering the hand on your face with your own, you open your eyes as she pulls back. “I can’t do this if your heart’s not in it.”

“What if it is?”

* Ava

“Well I was gonna ask how you enjoyed my date but I guess I got my answer.”

The pair of you jump at the sound of Ava’s voice.

“About damn time you two got your shit together. If I’d knows all it would take to get you with this spicy white was to put another firecracker in front of you I’d have done it months ago!” She claps her hands excitedly. “Oh this is too good to keep!” She disappears from the doorway, only for her head to pop back around a moment later. “Just no funny business in front of the kids. But what happens in the supply closet stays in the supply closet,” she grins, waggling her eyebrows at the pair of you. With that, she leaves you, the sound of her heels echoing along the hallway.

“Ava!” scolds Melissa, thinking she’s going to have to take disinfectant wipes the next time she ventures into the supply closet. With Ava, there’s no guessing what level of depravity the room has been subjected to.

You know your cheeks are beet red, and you hide your face against Melissa’s shoulder.

“This isn’t exactly how I saw this going,” admits the red head.

Raising your head, you look up at her with hopeful eyes. “But you saw it going somewhere?”

She shrugs. “You seem keen on going on all these dates, how about one with me?”

Biting your lip, you take a moment to just look at her; the slightly shy expression, the twinkle in her eye. Nodding, you lean in to kiss her once more.

“You know I almost didn’t believe her.”

You pull apart to see Barb in the doorway.

Melissa rolls her eyes. “Anyone else wanna come and watch?”

A moment later Janine’s head appears around the doorframe, Jacob close behind.

“Seriously?” snaps the red head, hands on her hips.

Ava returns, a wide grin plastered on her face. “They wanted to come and confirm before I collected my winnings.”

“Winnings?” asks Melissa, eyebrow raised and tone bordering on dangerous.

“Hand it over people,” smirks Ava, hand extended.

“Oh hell no!” The red head snaps into action, heading for the group. “You did not bet on me!” She snatches the notes from Ava’s outstretched hand. “You bet on my happiness I’m sure you won’t mind if this goes towards it! Y/N? Let’s go!”

You look at the hand being held out towards you and are quick to hoist your bag onto your shoulder and follow her. You duck your head and blush under everyone’s gaze but can’t help but grin as your hand settles in her own.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” calls Ava.

The group watches you both go, Melissa rolling her eyes at the hollering they let out as she puts a possessive arm around your waist.

* Barb *

If Barb notices that Melissa is unusually reserved as they order their drinks she says nothing of it. Truth be told, she had only suggested the meal to make sure Melissa wasn’t left sitting in the house on her own on a Friday night, or worse, going out to the bars on her own in search of some company for the night.

“There’s something I gotta tell you,” says the red head, setting down the menu wasn’t even reading.

“You’re not getting back together with him, are you?” asks the Kindergarten teacher.

“What? No! No, I…that’s over and it’s for the best,” replies Melissa. “No, the night Gary broke up with me, I ended up going for a walk to clear my head and ended up heading to Y/N’s apartment, except I didn’t quite make it there,” she admits. “I saw her out on that date Ava set her up on.” She sighs, wishing she had waited for their drinks to have arrived. “And it made me feel…”

“Jealous?” Barb ventures.

Melissa looks up, meeting her friend’s eyes. “I guess that covers it, yeah.” Taking a deep breath, she pushes on. “Anyway, I spoke to her on Monday about it…and I might have kissed her.” Admission made, she looks away, pleased to see the waiter arriving with their drinks. She doesn’t even let him put it on the table before she takes it and raises it to her lips. It’s only when she finally sets her cocktail glass down, half empty, that she dares to look at her friend once more.

What she sees is a gentle smile.

“Took you long enough.”

“What?” she asks, a frown creasing her features.

“You have liked that girl since before Gary was even on the scene,” says Barb.

Melisa’s frown only deepens. “Then why did you push me, literally may I add, in his direction?”

At this, Barb’s smile falters. “I hoped it might make you realise how you felt about her.”

The red head lets out a huff, reaching for her glass once more. “Well that went well, didn’t it?”

“It wasn’t my finest moment”, admits the older woman. “But maybe it’s all finally working out in the end?”

Melissa fidgets with her straw. “So you don’t think she’s too young? Too…”

Reaching out, Barb places a gentle hand on her friend’s arm. “I think she’s in love with you, and I think you like her, a lot.”

Cheeks pinking, Melissa puts down her glass. “I do. A lot. A helluva lot.”

Knowing it says something in itself the fact the red head isn’t making a joke, but rather admitting how she feels, Barb knows this is the real deal. She knows if this goes South that hearts will be well and truly broken, but she’s seen the two of you together. You work well together. There’s a quiet in you that balances out the boisterousness of Melissa. A steadiness that although she won’t admit it, the red head craves.

“I think you could be good for each other,” she says softly. “And no, I don’t think she’s too anything.”

#melissa x reader #abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x reader

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