#randall pink floyd imagine

[finalgirlfae]

girls got rhythm, randall “pink” floyd

summary: y/n gets a little too tipsy at a party and randall takes care of her

pairings: randall “pink” floyd x f!reader

genre: fluff

note: this might be a little inaccurate because i’m not a drinker i’m a stoner🫠

music blasted through the speakers of the house as you danced with a red cup full of beer in your hand. it was one of those better summer nights, not too hot and not too cold. it was the perfect amount of warm with a cool breeze overhead.

“having fun?” jodi asked, laughing at the way you danced when you were drunk. you looked like one of those babies who just learned to walk, stumbling around and tripping over yourself a little. this was truly one of the better nights, no more stressors of school and exams. just partying and being with your friends.

you gave no verbal response, just a big smile paired with you tossing your hands in the air. since your cup was full of budweiser the action caused the beer to splash, falling on you and jodi.

“you bitch!” jodi laughed and playfully smacked your arm, she wiped the spilled beer off her face. “i’m gonna go find darla,” jodi began to leave but turned back around and took the cup from you. “and no more drinking for you.” she teased, pointing a finger in your face.

you puffed at her, dramatically crossing your arms over your chest. “you’re not the boss of me.”

she placed her hands on her hips, matching your energy with a smile before walking closer to you. “no but i’m your best friend. same difference.”

you turned away from her, “whatever.” jodi laughed as she watched you stumble away, nearly tripping over your brown wedged heels. they went great with the high waisted denim bell bottoms and dark purple halter top.

you walked around the party, passing through sweaty bodies and clouds of smoke before reaching the other end of the house and finding the man you were looking for. slater.

“slater!” you cheesed, dragging out the last syllable of his name. he smiled at you, obviously high off his ass right now. “y/n, what’s up man?”

you turned to make sure jodi wasn’t behind you before turning back to slater and whispering, “you got a joint on you, man?”

“man you know i do.” he giggled, digging in his pocket before pulling out a pre roll. “$15 bucks.”

you raised a brow at him. “15 bucks? man the only reason you’re at this party and not home studying for summer school is because i helped you cheat in bio.”

he rolled his eyes. “fine. 5.”

you smiled and pulled a 5 dollar bill from inside your shirt. he cringed at the bill as you placed it in his hand. “really? boob money?”

“mhm.” you snatched the joint from him. “closest you’ll ever get to the twins.” you spoke, squishing your boob as a joke before backing up into the crowd again. on the other side of the house in the kitchen pink was leaned against the counter, listening to o’bannion rave to the guys about the hookup he allegedly had with some college girl.

“i’m telling you man, she was spinning on my shit.” o’bannion raved, getting overly excited about the memory. pink only shook his head, taking a sip of his cup full of ginger ale. he was a designated driver tonight, so it was no drinking or smoking for him.

“she was bouncing on my shit like a god damn bunny rabbit. i swear to you man those delaware chick are wild.” benny sipped his beer and patted o’babnion on the shoulder. “yeah buddy, sure you did.”

“i’m telling the truth!” he was starting to get riled up again. “pink,”

“huh?” pink looked up from his cup, staring at his friends. it’s not that he didn’t wanna be here, but it’s just that he’d rather spend his time with his girlfriend instead of sitting around listening to the guys rave about how many girls they fucked this year. the only reason he came to the party was to see you, you had been hanging with the girls for the last few days and didn’t really get a chance to see each other.

“what do you think, man? they think i’m lying.” o’bannion was clearly already drunk, pink could tell by the hiccups in his voice. he humored his friend, patting him on the shoulder

“you want my honest opinion?”

“uh huh.”

pink shrugged. “i think you’re a pig.”

the group laughed and pink smiled a bit, sipping his soda.

“you only say that cause you don’t like to kiss and tell.” o’bannion put the cup down and pointed a finger in his face. he walked over to pink, tripping over his own feet in the process and falling into the counter. “if i was with a girl like y/n you’d never here the end of it.” he hiccuped at the end of the sentence.

“okay!” donny spoke, gripping o’bannion’s shoulder and pulling him away. “let’s stop talking crazy before randall breaks your face.” donny pulled the drunken boy out of the kitchen and maybe outside to sober him up a little. it was bad to let o’bannion run around unfiltered and full of alcohol, who knows what’d he’d say?

“randy!” it was dawson’s voice called out to pink, he was peeking his head through the door frame of the kitchen.

“what?”

dawson motioned quickly with his hand, calling pink over to him. “you gotta see what y/n is doing right now man. she’s dancing with darla.”

“oh shit,” pink grumbled. he put down the cup and quickly followed dawson out the kitchen and to the dining room of the house where the music got louder.

i been around the world

i’ve seen a million girls

ain’t none of them got

what my lady got

you were stood on top a table with darla, both of you shaking your hips and attracting even more of a crowd. people stood around the table, calling and cheering the both of you on.

pink liked to call you and darla the evil twins because every time you two were paired together with music and substances, nothing good was to come of it.

she stealin the spotlight

knocks me off my feet

she’s enough to start a landslide

just walkin’ down the street

he pushed through the crowd until he was at the table. pink stood next to jodi who had her arms crossed and an amused look on her face as she watched you and darla dance.

“and you just let this happen?” pink spoke above the music, crossing his arms and not pulling his eyes off the way your body moved.

jodi shrugged. “you know you can’t stop y/n when she parties. look at her.”

pink and jodi both tilted their heads, looking at the way you pressed your back to darla and how the girl began to grind against you.

wearin dresses so tight

and lookin like dynamite

about to blow me away

“i’m not gonna lie, i’m actually a little jealous right now.” pink spoke to jodi making her laugh. darla had a firm grip of your hips and definitely wasn’t letting go any time soon. she turned both of you, making you face pink as her arms slid around your waist and rocked you to the music. she smiled at your boyfriend, sticking her tongue out and continuing to dance.

no doubt about it

can’t live without it

that girl’s got rhythm

“yeah,” pink spoke, watching how the both of you moved. “enough of that.”

jodi laughed as pink moved closer to the table, wrapping strong arms around your legs and lifting you up. you screamed a little as you were thrown over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and carried out of the living room.

pink walked back to the kitchen and sat you in the counter, looking at how your face pouted. “you are such a party pooper randall floyd.” you slurred, leaning back and hitting your head on the cabinet. you groaned in pain. “ow.”

“how many drinks have you had tonight?” pink stood in between your legs, looking at you closely and running his hands over your thighs.

you titled your head at him, ignoring the question completely. “you’re so pretty.”

your boyfriend smiled at you and laughed before digging in his pocket for the car keys. “yeah, i’m taking you home.”

“noo!” you whined out, gripping his arm. “i wanna stay and dance.”

“you are way too fucked up to be here right now. you smell like a dispensary too.” he spoke, commenting on the heavy weed smell from the joint you had smoked earlier.

“i haven’t even smoked tonight.” you lied, rubbing his arm gently. pink looked down at your manicured fingers and how they traced over his muscles. he gripped your hand, stopping you from feeling up his arms. “nice try, you can’t flirt your way out of this.”

“noo let me stay. i promise, im good.”

pink thought about it for a second. “alright. if you can walk in a straight line back to the living room i’ll let you stay.”

you smiled deeply at pink. “observe.” you spoke in an overly cocky tone, sliding off the counter top to stand. you stumbled a bit, the room was spinning in about three different directions and right now to were regretting the shots you took with darla before your impromptu table dance.

you turned your head to pink and he gave you an amused look, motioning with his hands for you to go on. you turned back and took a deep breath.

just walking in a straight line, i can do it

you could’ve even take a full step before you came crashing to the floor. luckily your boyfriend had fast reflexes and was able to hook your waist with his arm and tug you into his chest before you fell down.

pink kissed the side of your head before whispering in a teasing tone, “you’re smashed.”

you didn’t respond, much too embarrassed to justify yourself to him right now. pink put your arm over his shoulder and kept his arm around your waist as he began to walk you out of the house. when you reached the front lawn you got away from him stumbling around a few before falling on to the grass.

pink sighed. “you plan on getting up?”

“it’s so comfy.” you muttered, rolling over on to your back. the cool grass was a nice feeling in your drunken state, it felt good against your skin.

“i’m sure it is.” pink spoke, getting in his knees and pulling you to sit up. “but you know what’s he even more comfortable? your bed.”

your eyes widened at his statement. “that’s so true!”

he couldn’t help but laugh at you, pulling you up to stand and practically dragging you to his car.

“you really are so beautiful, you know?” you smiled, looking at pink as he unlocked the car door. pink smiled back at you, “thank you. you are also very beautiful.”

he opened the door to the backseat and helped you in, reaching over and clicking your seatbelt for you. he was so close and was making you feel so strange and it didn’t help that he smelt like heaven.

“do you have a girlfriend?” you asked making him turn his head. pink’s confusion turned to laughter.

“yes, as matter of fact i do.”

“fuck.” you tossed your head back, “she’s so lucky.”

pink sighed. “y/n, you are my girlfriend.”

you snapped your head up at turned to him. “i am? aww that’s so sweet.” you smiled, cupping his face and bringing him in for a kiss. he could taste the alcohol on your lips and normally he wouldn’t like that, but it was you so he couldn’t resist kissing back. you pulled away from the kiss after a few seconds, “i love you.”

he gave you his full smile. “i love you more.”

pink cupped your face, “okay, let’s get you home.”

“so we can fuck?”

he sighed and and pinched your cheeks before letting go of your face. he decided to humor you. “yeah, as soon as you sober up i’ll show you a good time but for now let’s focus on getting you in bed- to sleep.” he closed the back door, sitting in the driver’s seat and turning on the child lock. he wasn’t taking any chances with your safety.

“why not now?” you whined, slouching forward and pressing your face to the back of the drivers seat. the leather was cool against your face. pink backed out of the driveway and pulled on to the main road as you sat up straight.

“because you’re drunk. that’s why.”

you were silent after that, leaning back fully into the seat and looking at the cars and houses he drive past on the main roads.

he checked on you through the rear view mirror numerous times through the the drive, just making sure you were good and weren’t like- choking on your own vomit or something.

when pink pulled on to your block he drove cautiously, saying a silent prayer that your parents weren’t home.

he parked in front of your house and pulled the keys out of the ignition, silently thanking god that your parents were away.

pink opened the back car door, taking off your seatbelt and picking you up. you grumbled incoherent nonsense and he walked up the front door, using the house key in the lamp to open it and pull you upstairs to your room.

pink sat you on the bed and immediately you flopped over on your side. the room was still spinning and the weed mixed with the alcohol made you feel like you had no gravity pulling you down the earth. right now you were simply floating in the stratosphere. pink laughed a little and pulled you to sit up.

“what do you wanna wear?” he asked as he took off your shoes for you. he began to look through your dressers for cloths after that.

“i really want doritos…”

pink sighed. “as soon as we get you changed and in bed you can have all the doritos you want, sweetie.”

he pulled out one of his old jerseys from your dresser and smiled, it was all the way from sophomore year.

“you kept this?” pink asked, walking over to you with a smile. you looked at the jersey and nodded.

“yeah, it’s comfy.” you flipped over again causing him to sigh. pink moved his hands to your pants, unzipping your jeans and pulling them off before helping you put on some shorts. after your pants were changed he removed all your bracelets, necklaces and rings. he left the room for a second before coming back some makeup wipes and a brown wash cloth.

you laid there, watching and letting him take care of you. when he finished changing your clothes he removed your makeup and then pressed a cold wash cloth on to your forehead.

“do you think you’re gonna throw up tonight?”

you only nodded a bit, sitting up and using what ever strength you had left to stand. again, the room spun and you fell back. pink gently grabbed you, sitting you back down on the bed. “woahh, take it easy babe.” he grabbed the wash cloth and pressed it all over your face. “what do you need? i’ll get it for you. just stay here.”

“water please.”

pink nodded and kissed your head, tucking your body under the covers and leaving you in the room for a minute.

he came back with a glass of water, a bag of doritos and a bucket in case you puked during the night.

pink began to walk towards the door but immediately stopped when he heard your voice call out. “you’re leaving?” there was a slight hint of sadness in your tone that made his heart soften.

“no, baby. i’m not leaving. i just gotta go grab some clothes from the car and i’ll be back.”

you nodded and laid down. as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. when pink came back into your bedroom, he was careful to be quiet and not wake you. the boy had changed into a black shirt and some flannels to sleep it. he turned off the light, walking over to the bed and slipping in with you.

even in your sleepy state, you felt his body press against yours and his arms wrap around you. soft kisses where placed on the side of your face until both of you fell asleep.

#fluff #getting drunk #dazed and confused imagine #dazed and confused #pink floyd #randall pink floyd imagine #randall pink floyd x reader #randall

[80s4life]

Some Kind Of Wonderful

Word Count: 2,220

Status: Requested!

Ask: Hiii can you do anything for Randall Pink Floyd

@: a very interesting anon that loves forgotten movies like me! (seriously, Dazed and Confused doesn’t get enough attention)

Fandom: Dazed And Confused 1993

Relationship: Randall “Pink” Floyd x Reader

Summary: Time’s slowly running out and the dangers of adulthood are starting to near too quickly. When finishing off the last year of high school starts to truly seep into your bones, you realize someone’s wasting a gift you simply couldn’t just be handed.

Warnings: explicit language, sexual jokes, weed, alcohol, weed and alcohol consumption, underage drinking/smoking/partying

Masterlist Dazed And Confused Masterlist

{gif is not mine, credits go to @dazed--and--confused​}

Heaving yourself over the chain link fence, Slater is quick to clumsily follow behind. Giggling, you drop down drunkenly, scrambling to your feet to help Slater carefully tumble over the other side. 

“I got it. I got it,” he smiles, using your shoulders as support as he tries to stand on the flimsy wraps of metal without anything to hold onto. “Alright, go away.”

Stepping back as he had asked, it takes all about ten seconds before he’s colliding with the ground with a hard thud. You try your best to stay quiet, but the groans that follow soon after cause you to explode. As best as you can manage, you wheeze while taking his hand and lifting him up, “Don’t got it.”

“Hey, I was up there for a long time! Try beating that!”

“Nah, I’d rather keep my head in tact,” you slur, handing him the indiscreet bottle wrapped inside a paper bag.

He happily obliges, eyes quickly being entertained with holding the bottle without spilling, your eyes scanning the field to find the rest of the gang. Just along the other side of the football field, the familiar cackling of young teens tells you that you guys showed up too late.

“Hey, there they are!” you can hear Don shouting, voice echoing throughout the stands and bleachers.

Shoving Slater, you guys fall into a not-so-sturdy race, feet flying about and hands scattered in all directions to prevent falling on your faces again. The group, staring at your liquid-enhanced happiness, laugh as they decide to move towards the center of the field.

Sucking in greedy breaths of air, you both go tumbling into the grass before the group. Slater rolls into Pink and Simone while you crash into Don’s awaiting arms. 

“Perfect landing,” he grins into your ear, making sure to leave a teasing nibble on the lobe, eyes digging straight into the particularly long haired brunette across from him.

“Shut up,” you groan, lifting off of him to sit cross-legged besides Slater once more.

For some time, you indulge in the adventures of David Wooderson; the many women he’s been with, the crazy shit he got himself into and how he got out of it, the places he’s been. Although they were bizarre, they kept the group entertained through their buzzed hazes, laughing and giggling at every punch line.

Laying across Slater’s thighs, you support your head with both of your crossed arms. Beside you, Slater takes turns in passing the joint between you both, one arm supporting his own head as he stares up at the stars. 

The group had fallen in a comfortable silence, indulging in the short-lived peace that is soon to be destroyed as the morning light comes up. Slowly, with the peaking sun just above the treeline, Shavonne and Simone make their exit through the front gate of the school’s football stadium.

You sadly let them go, knowing that senior year is just about over for you, hugging them as they depart. Wooderson is next to leave, still tipsy over last night’s drinks, he comfortably grabs the bottle of tequila he was nursing, leaving before the cops have a chance to get him.

Watching the clouds turn a deep shade of orange like gold, you, Slater, and Pink all sit up side by side to watch the end of the show. 

“Hey man...woman....this isn’t the end of us, is it?” Slater slurs, turning briefly to look the each of you in the eye.

“Hell no!” you yell, looking at him as if he’s crazy, “You’re my best friend, Slater, my partner in crime. I’m not done with you yet.”

He smiles at the drastic bit of reassurance, sharing a look of fond companionship. Swiftly, the both of you nudge shoulders and turn towards Pink, expectant eyes waiting for his answer that didn’t come as naturally as it should’ve.

He looks Slater in the eyes, then they slip to yours in a sense of regret and premature sadness. Sighing, he blows, “I don’t known, man. We hung out with each other because we were stuck with each other. Now we have no reason to be around - hang out like we used to. We aren’t kids anymore, we’re adults about to enter the big, wide world we’ve been dying for. Who knows what the next year or two will take us.”

“That’s why we make sure it doesn’t happen,” you counter, staring off at the sky again.

“And how can you ensure that, Y/N?” Pink asks with a defensiveness you aren’t quite used to hearing.

“Because,” you snap your head towards him sharply, “If we want to be in each other’s lives, we’ll make damn sure that we stick around.” Your eyes, stern and soft at the same time, bore into his own with and intensity and determination set.

Neither Pink nor Slater argue you, Pink still staring at you with disbelief and no change in his thoughts. He doesn’t believe you, not completely. 

“Pink,” you try to compose yourself, setting your voice to a lighter tone to avoid further argument. “If you’re friends and truly scared of losing them, the love and bond you share should say enough. You don’t just fucking disappear on your own, you’ll let that shit happen and you’ll know you’re doing it, too. We’ve lost a lot of good friends, but they weren’t built to last. Our friendship, well, it’ll last a lifetime.”

Slater pulls you in by your shoulder, side hugging you with a warm, kooked-out smile, “Yeah man. Even our kids will be friends.”

You laugh at that, looking back at Pink, his head down and hands playing with the grass. “I don’t know,” his voice cracks a bit.

Looking back at Slater, he nods, whispering in your ear, “Tell him Y/N, you’ve got nothing to lose. He needs you.” You smile at his unnatural encouragement, he’s always good at finding the right words, as rare as they come. Getting up from the grass and waving his goodbye, he winks at you, going back through the woods in which you came silently.

“Pink,” you mumble, shuffling closer to him and placing a hand underneath his head, pulling him up to look at you by his chin. When he looks up, his eyes are glossy and threatening to break down at any moment, softening as you look at him. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, you hear me?”

“I just don’t want to lose us,” he chokes, a tear sneaking past him before he could wipe it away.

“We won’t. We- I-,” you stutter to find the words. You know what you want to tell him, but you don’t know how to - too scared of the possibility of rejection. “I love you, Pink, always have, always will. I’ve stuck around this long without an inch of expectation from you, what makes you think it’ll change now? You’re gonna go places, Pink, but don’t think I won’t be too far behind you, making sure you get just where you need to be.”

For once, he smiles at you, a glossy wet smile that cracks through the shadows of doubt swirling in his head. “You’re talking about the pledge, aren’t you.”

“Oh, you’re signing that pledge, don’t get me wrong, but no, I’m talking about anywhere and wherever you go. You don’t have to be this huge NFL football player for me to love you just the same, you’re always gonna be Pink from Lee High School in good, old Austin, Texas, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he smirks, looking down at the grass again.

“Hey,” you pull his head up again, “I’m serious, Pink.”

“I know,” he mumbles, “Just scared for our futures, you know? I don’t know where I’m going yet.”

“And you’re not gonna know for a long time, you’re still in high school. You’ll figure life out just like the rest of us, you just have to get through the last year of high school. Shit, I mean, I don’t even know what the fuck to do with myself yet and I just graduated.”

He laughs at that, smiling wide for you to see as he gives you a once over, “You’re gonna do just fine, Y/N. You always get your shit together. You have nothing to worried about.”

“Neither do you,” your smirk, poking his arm.

You guys fall into a comfortable silence for a moment or two, riddled with your own thoughts before Pink speaks up again, “So, you love me, huh?”

“Oh, shut up,” your face heats up, this time being the one to look at the grass for answers. “I knew you’d pick that up.”

“How could I not, it was such a beautiful speech, really made me tear up.”

You laugh at him, shoving his shoulder as you get back up on your feet. Outstretching your hand, Pink takes it, frame towering over yours with his natural height and intensity. 

Slowly, you guys make your way to the front gate of the football field. There, you find Slater, stomping out his half-smoked joint just as Coach Bronco emerges from the parking lot, holding a finger up to his lips with a smile.

“Ah, Randy,” Bronco chirps, acting as if he hadn’t been waiting for a while, “You sign that pledge yet?”

“Actually,” you step before him, “He was just going to sign it now, do you have a pen?” You smile nice a sweet, Bronco pulling out a pen and handing it to you. “Oh, and we kind of lost the paper,” you smirk innocently, “You know, with the parties and stuff tonight, it got lost.”

“Oh sure, I’ve got a copy,” he runs back to his car to fetch another paper.

Pink elbows you in the side and you turn to smile devilishly at him, “You’ve got a gift, I’m not going to stand by and watch you spoil it, Pink.”

“Here you are,” Coach Bronco smiles.

“Thank you,” you take it from him, handing it over to Pink and turning around, offering your back for him to use to sign it. Begrudgingly he does as you’d silently instructed, signing the paper and handing it back.

“Thanks Randy, we look forward to seeing you next year. Don’t get soft on us,” then Bronco leans in, whispering something you can’t quite make out, turning to sneak a peak at Slater, hiding in the bushes. “And don’t let that one go, that one knows what they’re talking about. A good influence...special.”

“Alright! Thanks Coach, I’ll see you next year,” Pink exclaims, motioning towards his want for Bronco to leave.

“Thanks Coach B, he’ll be back better than ever. You just wait!”

“I hope so,” and with that, Bronco leaves seemingly happy with the outcome.

“That doesn’t mean I’m not smoking this summer,” Pink mutters.

“All you had to do was sign it, now you’re free,” you smile. “Come on, lets go home, we need to sleep at some point.”

Waving at Slater, he comes bounding out of the bushes again, a tipsy smile on his face. “Does that mean I have to find a new smoking buddy?”

“Nah, I’m not done yet,” Pink smirks.

“Hey, I thought I was your smoking buddy?” you punch Slater’s arm.

“Ow!” he exclaims dramatically. “You are my smoking best friend,” he corrects.

“So, I’m more special then?”

“Sure,” he smirks.

Walking down the parking lot, you part ways, hugging Pink before you turn back to Slater, wrapping your arm around his waist due to his height. Pink goes the other direction with a giggle, watching as Slater puts all of his weight onto you, wobbling down the road.

Before he turns the corner, Pink calls out, “Oh, and Y/N?!”

Turning around, you look back at him, “Yeah?”

“I love you, too!”

Confusion laces your features as quickly as his blow, looking up at Slater to make sure you heard it right. Slater looks down at you, eyebrows raised with a shrug. Turning back to Pink, a huge smile breaks across your face.

Down the road, Pink smiles back with a red hue to his cheeks, “Did you hear me?”

Suddenly, you let go of Slater and bound towards Pink, almost tackling him as you jump on him. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he chuckles loud, smirking down at you as he places a kiss to your nose.

“Are you serious?” you ask, looking up at him with bewilderment.

“Well, you didn’t really give me a chance to say it back, did you?”

“You’re not answering my question.”

“Do I need to say it again?”

“For clarification purposes, please?”

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. I have since we were Freshmen.”

Turning around, you give Slater a double thumbs up, him smiling and imitating a gagging motion. “I love you, too, Randall Floyd.”

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[twistnet]

sneaking around [ randall ‘pink’ floyd ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; a little secluded hallway makeout when you’re supposed to be in class

⋯ PROMPT ; [ fictional couples two ] smiling in-between kisses

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, sexual themes [ heavy makeouts ] + mature language

⋯ NOTES ; this content is strictly for those 18+ ; any minors // ageless // blank blogs interacting with this post will be blocked

the school day had seemed to drag on, and with the prospect of summer break slowly creeping up, many were already in the same boat. the end of the year meant graduation and summer parties until lives resumed and everyone went their separate ways.

at the call of the bell, you gathered your things. walking along side a friend to her class as the two of you chatted about the upcoming test in one of the your shared classes. complaining widely about the teacher until she waved to you and entered her next class.

and just as you had turned to walk toward your own, a hand shot out to grasp your own, tugging you into the near empty hallway. hands quickly cupped your cheeks before lips pressed against yours to muffle the surprised gasp. only taking a split second to realize who it was, “a little warning would have been nice...” you mutter angrily against pink’s lips before he draws back to chuckle in response.

“would have ruined the fun, sweetheart. besides, wasn’t it you who thought the sneaking around would be fun?” he teases, capturing your lips again before you could utter out a response -- a smiling spreading across his lips as he felt your cheeks heat under his hands. you shake your head, tearing your lips from his in order to rest your foreheads together, “you’re right... but i wouldn’t change if for the world.”

your pull him back in by the collar of his shirt, the kiss deepening slightly as his hands drop from your cheeks, instead wrapping them around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to himself. there’s a muffled noise of surprise as his tongue dips between your parted lips, swiping over your own to taste you softly -- noting the hint of mint still lingering behind.

your hands smooth towards his shoulder, until fingers twist through his long locks and you give a light pull, causing him to moan against your mouth. you swallow the little noises he makes, not a worry in the world until someone clears there throat from behind you.

a startled noise leaves your lips as the two of you break apart, finding michelle and kevin standing at the entrance of the hallway with knowing smiles, “didn’t know you were already here, floyd. we’ll.... just leave the two of you be then.” kevin smirks, pulling michelle along with him until their both out of sight.

“what are we gonna do? everyone’s gonna find out and - “ your sentence cut off by pink’s lips, forcing your eyes to drift shut before he draws back with another smile, “don’t worry about that right now, baby. we've got other things to finish.” you roll your eyes at his words before a smile splits across your lips as you let him pull you back in for another heated kiss.

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[neptunerising]

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For reference when requesting:

still feel free to request a character or person not on this list as I still may know them!

Vinnie Hacker

Newt (Maze Runner)

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Randall “Pink” Floyd (Dazed and Confused)

Clay Beresford (Awake)

Quinn Hughes (NHL)

Jack Hughes (NHL)

Luke Hughes (NHL)

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[amessywritersmind]

Hurricane - Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

A/N:  I’ve recently re-fallen in love with the beauty of the movie Dazed and Confused, and there’s like literally no work for it so I decided to write my own about one of my favorite characters! It’s a friends-lovers type thing sooooo.... Enjoy ;)

I exited my car and walked towards the school entrance with a little more pep in my step today. Around me, I could hear the chatter and excitement of the kids scattered across the parking lot, a few more days and school would be out. Soon, a lot of them would be seniors, including me. 

As I was walking, I saw Pickford’s bright yellow car pulling in, Pickford and Michelle inside. Thank the lord! I smiled as he sped into the parking lot, walking over to the car and leaning against the window. 

“Ahhhh, Pickford! Just the man I wanted to see on this fine morning!” I said dramatically, smiling at him. He rolled his eyes putting the car into park. 

“Hey Michelle!” I said to her as Pickford turned the car off, looking over to me. She smiled back, laughing at Kevin’s reaction to me. 

“What do ya want now (y/n)?” He said in fake annoyance. 

I nudged him gently, laughing. 

“Light me, I left my lighter at home.” I said, pulling a joint out of my pocket and placing it in between my lips, leaning closer so he could light the end. 

“M’Lady” He laughed dramatically, producing a lighter and sparking the end. 

“Thanks man, you’re the best” You said standing back up right and smiling gratefully, taking a few drags off the thing.

“Yeah yeah, you only want me for my weed and my lighters.” He fake pouted dramatically, earning another giggle from me and Michelle.

“You know you love me!” I exclaimed, reaching in the window and ruffling his hair, much to his annoyance.

“Anyways, I gotta go find some people, I’ll catch you guys later!” I called, backing away and going to find some other friends. 

I took a couple drags off the joint, making my way through the school gates and saying hi to people I knew along the way. Mid laugh (at something someone had said) I felt the joint being pulled out of my mouth. I turned quickly only to see one of my very best friends, Randall Floyd, or Pink as we all call him. I smiled at the sight of my joint hanging out of his mouth, a smirk on his lips. 

“And what do you think you’re doing Mister? I chuckled, crossing my arms and giving him a look. 

“Well, you know what they say (y/n), sharing is caring.” He said jokingly, taking a big hit off of it. 

“Heyyyy!” I exclaimed, laughing and reaching for it. 

“Don’t smoke it all! I barely got a few hits in.” I pouted as he pulled it from my reach. He laughed and threw his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in and passing the joint back to me. 

“Fine, I’ll give it back Mrs. Grouch” He said, earning a nudge in the side from me.

‘You’re lucky I love you” I grumbled out, looking at him. He laughed. keeping his arm around my shoulder and walking towards the doors to the school. 

“So I was wonderin’ if you’re free tonight? Maybe you can drop by mine later tonight? I’ve got some new records to listen to and a sixer just begging for us to drink it.’ Pink said, as if he’d really have to coax me into coming over. I laughed at his ‘puppy dog eyes’ all the same.

“What, no plans with the leech tonight?” I joked around, referring to his ever annoying girlfriend. 

“Nahh, needed a break for one night” He said dismissively, earning a laugh from me.

“Alright, It sounds like a plan! Be there at 6?” I confirmed, stopping as we heard someone call Pink’s name. He waved to them to hold on before finally removing his arm from my shoulders. 

“Sounds great! Can’t wait.” He confirmed with a smile, turning towards me and stealing the joint again, taking another hit before passing it back to me. 

“See you then.” I called to him as he walked backwards, shooting finger guns my way and nearly tripping on his own feet. I laughed at how dorky he really could be at times. 

I took the last drag before putting the joint out and walking into the building, nearly running straight into Slater.  

“Slater! My man! How’s it going?” I said to him, doing the funky little hand shake we made up a few years back. 

“Good, man! Hey! I got that stuff for you.” He said smiling like a maniac, pulling a little bag out of his pocket and handing it to me. 

“You are the best my dude!” I laughed out, putting the baggie into my bag.

“Anything for you! Hey man, I’ll check ya later!” He said, shooting me finger guns and walking away. I really was friends with a bunch of dorks.

I sighed, continuing my walk to first period, now all I had to do was survive the day.

Later that day 

The final bell rung out, everyone including me rushing to pack their stuff up and get out. As I was walking out of the building I saw Slater, Pickford, and Michelle  hanging out in the parking lot over by Pickford’s car and decided to go say hi real quick. 

“Only a few more days dudes, and then we’re seniors!’ I exclaimed as I walked up to the group. “Hey Michelle, can I bum a cig?” 

She handed me one and lighter. “Thanks.”

“It’s gonna be so weird man, we’re gonna be like so....old” Slater said slowly, laughing after he realized what he said. I laughed too. I handed the lighter back to Michelle and took a drag off the stick.

“All I know is, we’ll be the top of the food chain, and i’m gonna throw a fat party to celebrate!” Pickford laughed, lighting up a joint of his own. 

As I was about to reply, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist, lifting me up slightly before setting me back down. I let out a little shout, startled, holding my cigarette out to avoid burning whoever the culprit was. 

“Floyd! I swear to god I’ll kill you!” I said knowing it could be no one else.

“Oooooo, she used your last name. You’re in trouble, man!” Slater called out, laughing as Pink placed me down again and moved to my side, throwing an arm over my shoulder, as he usually did.

“Awe, look at the two love birds who won’t admit they’re lovebirds!” Pickford said mockingly, faking a gag at the end. 

“Oh shove it Pickford” Pink said dismissively, waving off the comment.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t want his toy to hear that.” I fake whispered to the group as they laughed along. I was referring to Simone and they all new it. They all new I couldn’t stand her, including Pink, and most of the group felt the same way.

“Alright alright, that’s enough of that.” Pink started, trying to keep the peace as always. 

“Look! It’s my favorite group of little stoners!” A voice called to the left, Donnie joining the small gathering, a chorus of ‘hey Don’s’ and ‘what’s up man’s’ emitting from the group. 

“Hey Don! How ya been? Haven’t seen you in a while.” I said as he reached the circle. 

“Still waiting on your call, baby.” He said winking and flicking his tongue at me. I heard Pink scoff at this from beside me, but I just laughed. Donnie was Donnie after all. 

“In your dreams man.” I replied smoothly. 

“Oh you know it sweatheart! Anyways, I’m here for you Slater. Where’s my drugs?” He called over to the stoner, who was currently passing a joint to Michelle. 

“Follow me, man.” He said with a guilty grin, him and Donnie walking away. 

“Well, as much as I love hanging out with you nerds, I gotta get goin.” I said, moving to walk towards my car. Pink hooked his fingers into the belt loops on the side of my jeans, pulling me back towards him. 

‘We still on for tonight?” He asked.

“Yes, sir!” I said feigning seriousness, fake saluting him. He laughed at this. 

“Alright then. I shall see you tonight.” He smiled, releasing his hold on the belt loops and backing up slightly.

“See you then. Later, guys!” I called over my shoulder and hopping in my car, the radio coming to life at full volume as the car roared to life. 

Today had been a fairly good day but who was I to lie, I was beyond exited for the night to come. I raced home and instantly started getting ready-showering and then getting dressed. I had a little more time to kill before I needed to head over to Pink’s so I took out the new goods from Slater and rolled a few more joints, placing 2 in the “Emergency” supply and packing the rest into my purse before slipping my shoes on and heading out. 

I eventually pulled up outside Pink’s house, only to see him and Slater talking out by Pink’s car. 

“Getting the party started without me, boys?” I smirked, making my way over to the little group.

“(y/n), man! It feels like it’s been forever since I saw you man.” Slater called, laughing almost nervously. Pink looked over at me as well, shooting me his award winning smile. 

“Slater, I literally saw you a few hours ago” I laughed, pulling him into a hug anyways. 

“My turn!” Pink exclaimed once I’d let go of Slater, holding his arms open wide with a little smile on his face. I rolled my eyes, laughing, but walking into his arms anyways, my heart skipping a beat momentarily. I just chose to ignore that bit. 

“So, what’re you doing here? Not that your company isn’t a pleasure, “ I started, looking at Slater. “but i thought it was just gonna be us tonight?” I finished, looking at Pink. 

“It is, he was just dropping off some supplies” Pink answered devilishly. 

“Yeah, don’t worry (y/n), I’m not here to steal your man time, man” He laughed out, beginning to step away.

“You wish Slater!” I said, blushing slightly. He just shook his head, beginning to walk away. The blush intensified even more when Pink put his arm around my waist, pulling me even closer. He was usually pretty touchy, but it seemed to be amped up even more tonight. 

“Thanks again, man. I’ll see you tomorrow at the Emporium?” Pink called as Slater was walking away. 

“For sure man! Have fun, but not too much fun, man!” He called back, making his way around the corner. 

Pink still hadn’t let go of me so I turned, putting a hand on his chest and laughing at his dopey facial expression. 

“Hmmmmm, seems like someone really did start the party without me” I laughed, pinching his cheek lightly, him swatting my hand away. 

“Ok maybe I smoked a tinyyyy bit, but there’s still plenty to go around” He said smirking and hooking his fingers into the front belt loops of my pants. I looked up at him, suddenly having an overwhelming urge to lean in. I snapped myself out of it though, if any of that was going to be happening tonight I’d have to be a lot more out of it than my current state.

“Well, why are we still out here then? The weed isn’t going to smoke itself!” I chuckled, breaking away from him and making my way into his house, directly to his room. 

I plopped onto his bed, leaning against the headboard as Pink followed me in, closing the door and lighting some incense to mask the smell. As soon as it was good and burning, I pulled out my freshly rolled stash, lighting it and taking a drag as Pink put one of the new records on the player.

Once it was settled, he turned towards me. 

“Hey now! Don’t be greedy” He laughed at me, launching himself on top of me on the bed, opening his mouth for me to place the joint in it. I complied with his wishes, sticking it in his mouth and leaning back with a smile on my face, his body still very much on top of mine. 

Eventually, he moved to a more comfortable position at my side. We listened to the records, back to back, giving our respective opinions on each of the albums, going through about 4 joints and 3 beers each. By the time the last song on the last of his new records rang out, we were fairly buzzed. 

“Well, that’s all of em. Now, what to do, what to do?” Pink stated, looking over to me with an idea in his eyes. 

“Have anything specific in mind?” I asked absentmindedly, more focused on the brightly colored poster on the wall. 

“I have an idea, yeah” He answered vaguely. I giggled lightly at his lack of explanation.

“Are you planning on sharing that idea with me or are you just gonna keep it locked up in that brain of yours?” I questioned teasingly, leaning forward to tap his temple lightly. He swatted my hand away with a laugh. 

“I’ll do better, I’ll show you!” He exclaimed, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the window. I was curious now.

Before I could question his intentions further, he slid the window open and climbed out on to the roof, turning back and reaching his hand in the window, motioning for me to follow. I grabbed his hand and climbed out as well. He began walking towards the middle of the roof, my hand still clasped tightly in his own.

He sat down finally, pulling my arm along with him. I sat down quietly, leaning against his shoulder lightly. For a few long moments, there was nothing but silence. Pink stared up at the sky, lost in thought. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” I asked quietly, poking his side gently. 

“I don’t love her.” He answered immediately. 

“What?” I replied, taken aback by the question. 

“Simone. I don’t love her, I never did. In fact, we’ve been split for months, but she refuses to let me go. I don’t love her because..... well, because I love someone else” He laughed out almost incredulously, like he couldn’t believe what he was saying. Something about that statement sent a ping straight to my heart. 

“Well then, that’s ok! I’m sure this girl likes you back. Who wouldn’t? Don’t worry yourself too-” before I could finish my sentence, his lips were on mine. They moved in sync briefly before he pulled away. 

“It’s you. You are the girl I’m talking about. I think I’ve always known it’s you, I just never realized it.” He let out with no hesitation. As I processed what he was saying to me, my heart was dancing in my chest. This was not how I planned for the night to go, not that I’m complaining at all.

“I don’t think there's any question that I feel the same then?” I asked in a daze, still shocked by the events that had just transpired. Pink chuckled at this, shaking his head and wrapping an arm around me, pulling me closer. 

“No, I don’t think so. Though, I think I should double check, just to make sure.” He stated, a goofy smile finding its way onto his face. At that, he leaned down once more, placing his lips on mine once again. 

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[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Making out with Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd would include~

(My blurry gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Let me just say that Pink is a slut for making out. Every time he sees you he’s just itching to put his lips on yours and keep them there until he can’t breathe, and you know what? Most of the time he does.

- He understands the basic concept of “there’s a time and a place for everything” but... why can’t the time and place be... all the time and everywhere?? :(

- Hook a finger in his necklace to pull him closer and he’s all yours. Believe me, it’s the easiest way to cast a spell on him for the rest of the night.

- Once he starts he never wants to stop. Pink could makeout for hours if he could and you’re both very aware of the fact. Anytime you pull away he tries to plead with you to “give him just one more kiss”.

- Your kisses never stay chaste for very long. He likes deepening them whenever he can and is very good at slowly easing into full on makeout sessions, tongue and all. Sometimes you’ll think you’re just gonna give him a quick kiss and wind up spending five minutes connected by the lips.

- Speaking of tongue: he’s very skillful with his. It’s never too much or too little; always just right and perfectly coaxing when he’s trying to get you to open up to him.

- His mind goes all fuzzy whenever you kiss him. Was he worrying about something? He can’t remember, all he can focus on is you.

- His hands always wander when he’s kissing you, sometimes innocently, sometimes not so much. You’ve had to remove a hand from your boob more than a few times.

-  He loves when your hands find their way into his hair. Borderline scalp massage while kissing a beautiful girl that’s all his; what more could a guy want?

- You’ve had a lot of early morning makeouts laying in the grass of some forgotten place, the sun just rising as you kiss each other tiredly. The sleepy haze around you just makes everything feel soft, warm and inviting.

- His kisses are sweet but there’s often a twinge of bitterness to them from his nightly drinking habits. You get used to the taste of beer after a while but you probably try your best to reserve your kisses for when he hasn’t drank anything yet.

- He likes to play tackle you, kissing and mouthing against your neck before pressing his lips to yours. A lot of the time you wind up making out with your back pressed against the floor and him settled between your legs.

- Sneaking off to dark corners of parties and other secluded areas. His friends have most definitely drunkenly interrupted the two of you.

- Having little mini conversations between kisses. He tends to make jokes and then cut off your laughter with a kiss.

- He’s a strong kisser and that paired with his soft lips is a deadly combination.

- He loves flavored lip gloss. Screw weed, he could get high off of cherry chapstick and that’s a fact.

- He ends your little “sessions” with a few chaste kisses like he’s waning himself off of you. He always seems so disappointed when you have to stop, which only makes you want to kiss him again.

- He often makes some teasing remark once you’ve both pulled away, things like “well wasn’t that fun” or “just what the doctor ordered”. You usually respond by calling him a dork and kissing his cheek.

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[baby-harrington]

hanging out - randall “pink” floyd

requested by anon💞just some fluffy pink for the evening :) there’s a lot of dialogue but hopefully it’s still okay!!

- to say that you and pink were close was a bit of an understatement

- you’d known each other since childhood

- and you were still as close as you were when you were five

- when he wasn’t busy with football or his other friends, he’d always come to hang out with you

- a few drinks, maybe a smoke, no biggie

- just a nice night with your longest best friend

- you’d stick some music on and talk the night away

- he’d get all flirty after a few drinks but it was all in good fun, you were so used to each other that it didn’t seem like a big deal

- this time was no different

- you’d had a few beers and were now laid out on the bed together, catching up while aerosmith played softly in the background

- pink had his arm slung around your shoulder, rubbing circles into it with his thumb

- his other hand clutching an almost empty beer

- the two of you were no stranger to cuddling up like this. it was normal for the two of you since you were so close

- “so how are you finding school right now? it’ll soon be summer break and then we’ll be seniors!” you said, looking up at pink

- “oh, I dunno, it’s the same as always. I guess senior year is gonna be the same”

- “maybe... how is your girlfriend, by the way?” you asked

- “we, uh, broke up.” pink said plainly. he didn’t seem too upset by it

- “aren’t you upset?”

- he rubbed your shoulder a little and shook his head. then he rested it back on top of yours

- “nah, it wasn’t anything serious. we decided we’d be better off as friends. what about you, though? you’ve never had a boyfriend in high school, right?”

- you took a swig of your beer and shook your head no

- “I’ve just been waiting for the right guy, I guess.”

- “surely someone at high school is right for you? what about tony?”

- “tony’s sweet and all but I don’t think he’s my type. he’s a little nerdy.”

- pink laughed a little but pressed on

- “how about dawson?” he asked, causing you to laugh which in turn made him smile

- “he’d be too interested in getting into my pants”

- “I don’t blame him” he said, flirting. he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively then laughed at your less than amused expression

- “well maybe I don’t blame jodi kramer for trying to get into your pants” you jokingly replied

- pink laughed again, pulling you in a bit as he did so. he brushed that last comment off though, wanting to get back to interrogating you

- “c’mon, you’ve seriously never liked anyone?”

- “not really. well, maybe one or two”

- he sat forward, taking his arm away so he could turn to face you and lean back. “oh really? who? and how come you haven’t told me this sooner?”

- “because you’d laugh at me!”

- “oh, come on, y/n. you can tell me. we’ve known each other since we were, what, four years old?”

- “okay, okay, fine. I used to like mike newhouse when we were in freshman year.”

- “no way!” pink grinned, laughing as you buried your head in your hands in embarrassment. “that’s adorable”

- “no it isn’t. it’s embarrassing! he’s a total nerd now. he’s nice, but a total nerd.”

- “damn. harsh.” he sighed, amused before he gave you a serious look again. “be serious now. do you like anyone?”

- “one person. but he’s a really good friend and I don’t wanna mess things up with him.”  

- “do I know him?” he crossed his legs and leaned forward again, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in the palm of his hand

- “yeah, but it doesn’t matter. he might say yes but it would be weird if we broke up and couldn’t stay friends.”

- “well why don’t you tell him and just see what happens?”

- “okay...” you paused for a sec

- you took pink’s hand and played with his fingers to calm your nerves a little

- you had done that before so he didn’t think anything of it

- “pink, I like you,” you admitted, “but if you don’t like me that’s okay because it doesn’t matter.”

- “hey, hey, hold on.” he said, taking your hand properly this time, and grabbing the other one too

- he rubbed his thumbs on the sides of your hands and looked into your eyes

- “you could have told me earlier, y’know.” he said quietly, a small smile gracing his face. “I don’t flirt with you all the time for nothing!”

- you chucked and looked down at your lap

- pink grabbed your chin softly so you could look back into his dark eyes

- “I’m serious, y/n. you could have told me.”

- “I was afraid of what you’d think of me”

- instead of replying, he pulled you in a little by the hand on your chin, and softly pressed his lips to yours

- it was only a small kiss, a feather light touch, but it was enough to send sparks down your spine

- it had always been him

- you had secretly always known it but you had told yourself to always hide it, he was your best friend and you couldn’t just go and ruin it all

-  when you pulled away again, he was quick to swipe and pull you back in, this time for a tight embrace

- he held you so tightly and buried his head into your shoulder

- “I’ve loved you longer than you could ever know”

- and that’s how you knew he really was the one

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[theimagineparadise]

Imagine dating Pink.

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[aragima]

hannibal questions! 🍖🔪

@nietzscheantrout @horrorlesbians and @hanniba1 wanted me to answer these hannibal questions and i wrote too much but oh well! thanks to all 3 of you ilu!!!

favorite episode and why: oh we’re just goin straight to the hard questions huh um OKAY so i think i can only do an ep a season - s1: SORBET SUPREMACY! you get to see the exact moment will looks at hannibal and thinks “.........shit. it’s him isn’t it. he’s The One. SHIT.” and that is so important to me - s2: this one is really hard maybe naka-choko? it’s so fucking gay and sexy. but tome-wan... but mizumono............ yeah idk - s3: torn between digestivo and the wrath of the lamb cuz they both hurt SOOO good much; i love will breaking up with hannibal and hannibal manipulating the situation so will can’t leave asldkjansk it’s so toxic we have to stan..... and for twotl i mean do i really have to give a reason every scene LIVES in my mind and it contains my favorite shot in the whole show:

that is LOVE baby! that is DESIRE! that is being ENTHRALLED!!!!

least favorite episode and why: i feel like they’re all so necessary that it’s kind of impossible to say but probably antipasto. i get sick of hannibal and bedelia’s shenanigans really quickly and as much as i hate to admit it... i miss will. i also think it was an extremely weak season opener and i blame it for getting the show canceled sjshshsgsg the resentment...

favorite side character: chiyoh or jimmy or actually wait— RANDALL TIER 🖤

if you could bring back one character who died, who would it be?: RANDALL FUCKING TIER. i want there to be a weird thing with him and hannibal and will going on. but also i love what his death did for will so idfk, other than him it’s gotta be beverly

dish prepared in the show that you would like to try eating/making: i was supposed to make hannibal’s osso bucco recipe like 3 weeks ago but it completely slipped my mind so i guess i’ll get on that my next grocery trip  

which side character would you kill off?: chilton just because for god’s sake just let the man DIE ALREADY poor guy <- i’m taking ava’s answer because YEAH

was there any scene that you didn’t like to look at?: nah. the skin ripping scenes at the beginning of either kaiseki or sakizuki (idk i don’t remember, i hardly watch s2a) are particularly brutal but i tough it out

biggest ship: i mean do i even have to say

why did you start watching hannibal?: my wife, who was my girlfriend at the time, and her dad were watching it as it was airing and i was like “oh cool hannibal lecter origin story” but due to inconsistent access to the episodes i would just watch it randomly and that is... not the way to watch hannibal. i gave up around the end of s2 but knew hannigram was It regardless. i decided to watch s3 for the first time earlier this year just to have finished it and was like HOLD UP and did an immediate rewatch that left me... well, how i am now

favorite hannibal fic if you’ve read any?:

oh boy. yall ready for this? all of these can be found on ao3 obviously (i’m so sorry this is so long but i guess i’ve been asked to put together a fic rec anyway)

as soft, as wide as air by blackknightsatellite, the ladders series by emungere, blackbird by emungere, consenting to dream series by emungere, taken for rubies by emungere, at first meeting by emungere, protect me from what i want by @alienfuckeronmain, god of the cold, cold wars by highermagic, the abyss smiled back by highermagic, pomegranate seeds by highermagic, absolute zero by highermagic, in the truly gruesome do we trust by sidnihoudini, TKO by sidnihoudini, oh dear by lunarwench, each according to its kind by chapparral_crown, a flood in our hearts by nanoochka, let me sinful be by darlingred, uncomplicated by stratumgermanitivum & youaremydesign, good bones by @damnslippyplanet​, like they do in babylon by @damnslippyplanet​, your obedient servant by kareliasweet, past our satellites by shotgunsinlace, only the tender meat by isagel, the shape of me will always be you by missdisoriental, a white-walled room by rodabonor, spleen et idéal by rodabonor, the paper doll series by rodabonor, a common point of interest by rodabonor [i do NOT like a/b/o stuff but if i did... it’s this fic], just thought you should know by earthsickwithoutyou, the sacrificial lamb by princesskay, transcendent suffering by itsbeautiful, not something polite by moistdrippings, leave your message after the tone by onewhositswithturtles, holes in the floor of the mind by feverdreamblood, crossing caina by feverdreamblood, the archipelago series by melusine10, but seas between us braid hae roar’d by kareliasweet

have you watched any of the hannibal films?: yeah all of them except manhunter! i grew up watching silence of the lambs because my mom loved it and i went thru a big edward norton phase as a teen so i’ve seen red dragon like 10 times

have you read the thomas harris books?: no and i’m not going to lmao #fakefan

favorite murder tableau: if we’re talking just hannibal’s- the judge. if we’re talking Murder Bad But Kinda Pretty like in general probably the mushroom people or the totem

favorite blood spill: will imagining hannibal while he beats randall to death or The Gutting of Will Graham

what’re some of your headcanons?: - will is good at shibari (backed up in canon: his fishing knots, the firefly man’s full body hishi karada harness) - hannibal rarely listens to modern, non-classical music but he’s a björk fan and he saw one of her chapel performances during the vespertine era and was Moved - will listens to classic rock (zeppelin, the doors, pink floyd) with some classic country (patsy, merle, johnny) and blues (billie, muddy, bessie) thrown in. he’s also a sucker for early/mid-90s college rock/alternative/grunge - will plays the piano (because of the piano in his living room) and the harmonica (because he’s country white trash); he’s kind of shit tho - hannibal fell for will somewhere between “my thoughts are often not tasty” and “you won’t like me when i’m psychoanalyzed” (love at first sight! at last sight! at ever and ever sight!!!) - will’s circumcised, hannibal isn’t 🤪 - hannibal’s a gemini!!!! adaptable, creative, intelligent, outgoing, impulsive, etc - will’s an aquarius!!!!! analytical, a loner, temperamental, unique, compassionate, etc - will’s mom was jewish go read my fic about it https://archiveofourown.org/works/26774326 - hannibal is an agender man (tbh i think of this as canon, it’s just unstated/undefined) - hannibal can speak russian, spanish, and a teensy bit of portuguese in addition to the other languages we know he speaks (lithuanian, english, french, italian, japanese) - will speaks limited amounts of french; he learned it as a kid in louisiana - ED TW will sometimes has a Difficult relationship with food due to food instability by the way of poverty as a kid and goes through periods where it’s hard to keep himself fed, but hannibal is so good for him in that way because he keeps him from going hungry 😓 (yes this is me projecting but also it makes SENSE) - hannibal typically bottoms but THEY DEFINITELY ARE BOTH VERS and will never stops being surprised by how much he loves catching a dick. every time is like religious experience. okay? okay - they’re also both very kinky and switches but tbh.... will was made to Dom hannibal like that’s the reason he exists he could drag that old bitch around by a leash and hannibal would be in heaven HANNIBAL WOULD CALL HIM SIR - the first time they have sex hannibal comes like immediately but he isn’t embarrassed because he’s hannibal fucking lecter and hannibal lecter doesn’t get embarrassed - i have a hc for their favorite sex positions but i’m not gonna put that here because i don’t want yall calling me crazy any more than you probably already do but if you wanna know just DM me all i do is think about them fucking it’s a curse - okay no more dirty stuff abigail called hannibal “dad” on more than one occasion and it was half-joking but it also felt comfortable to her; she never thought to call will “dad” because he’s a weirdo and never knew her as much as he knew his idea of her - hannibal taught her to play piano at the cliff house - beverly is pansexual!!! - brian and jimmy kissed one time when they were drunk and they NEVER talk about it EVER - chiyoh is straight probably. i know, i know, everyone says she’s a lesbian and if she’s a lesbian to you that’s awesome! she’s a lesbian! but idk i just think she’s SO fucking straight and tbh i mourn bc that’s my wife. she could MAYBE be bicurious... - chiyoh is non-monogamous and doesn’t do serious relationships, she doesn’t like the idea of being tied to one person ever since she left the lecter castle - she helped hannibal and will escape after The Fall; she told hannibal she would continue to watch over him and i think she did, she got them a boat and got them the fuck out of there - MOLLY IS DOING SO MUCH BETTER WITHOUT WILL. SHE’S SO GLAD SHE GOT OUT OF THAT WHEN SHE DID. she has a good, long talk with alana and finds out all the shit about him and hannibal that will never told her (and it was a lot), gets drunk and burns all his shit, and then washes her hands of the whole thing; moves to a different state, gets a girlfriend, and never thinks about will again

okay i’m capping it there or i’m never gonna stop!! i’m not tagging anyone cuz i think everyone has done this by now lmao but if you’re a mutual who hasn’t and you want to just do it and say i tagged you!! mwah!!!!

#blood #long post #hannigram fic rec #hc

[whiskynottea]

Whisky’s Fanfiction Masterlist

Hi guys!! Some of you asked me a while ago for a masterlist that would be accessible via the app... so here it is!! (Including some wonderful artwork from the amazing people of this fandom!)

Thank you so much for reading! I’ll keep this masterlist updated as well! (You can still find the masterlist on my blog under the “My Writing” tab here and my works on AO3!) xxx

Multi-Chapter Stories

We’ll rise up (French Revolution AU)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13  Chapter 14

Drawing: for Chapter 12 by @cantrixgrisea

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An Interruption in the 1st Law of Thermodynamics (High School AU)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27,  Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31, Chapter 32, Chapter 33, Chapter 34, Chapter 35,  Chapter 36, Chapter 37, Chapter 38, Chapter 39, Chapter 40, Chapter 41, Chapter 42, Chapter 43,  Chapter 44, Chapter 45, Chapter 46,  Chapter 47, Chapter 48, Chapter 49

Ficlets in Thermodynamics AU: 

The End of the World (Jenny’s and Ian’s first kiss)

The Halloween Costume (Jenny would never imagine what costume Ian had chosen for her)

Call me (smutlet, set after Chapter 47, Jamie and Claire have phone sex)

Moodboards:

I (@katnoenau), II (@jules-fraser) III (@jamesandclairefraser) 

Drawings:

for Chapter 3 by @cantrixgrisea, for Chapter 14 by @cantrixgrisea, for Chapter 17 by @cantrixgrisea,  for Chapter 33 by @cantrixgrisea

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The Ripple Effect (Modern AU)

Claire had to leave Jamie without a word. Now she goes back to Glasgow with the hope to fix what she has broken.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19,  Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Epilogue

Christmas Ficlet

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The Songs of Our Life (song-inspired fics)

A fairy in a bookshop  (Jamie and Claire meet at his bookstore, modern AU)

Claire has insulated herself from the world and lives a quiet life, until a Friday evening, she enters Jamie’s bookstore. He offers her the opportunity to change her life. But some decisions are harder than others. 

 1. I want you - Elvis Costello, 2. Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd, 3. Creep - Radiohead, 4. My Backwards Walk - Frightened Rabbit

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Here comes the sun (Bree, set in the Fiery Cross)

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Amnesia (Canon Divergence AU set in Outlander/Season1, for the OL Prompt Exchange)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

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Death Dreams (Jamie and Claire, Modern AU, depression)

1. Help me, 2. Wide Awake, 3. Not Yet, 4. Five Years, 5. Angel-Forest-Train, 6. You want to hear more, 7. Six Months, 8. Guilt,  9. Distorted thoughts

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One shots

When Life Plays Fair (Modern AU, secret Santa 2017)

A date  (Jenny x Ian, First date)

Birds out of a cage (Jamie x Claire)

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Canon Compliant:

Which Door? (Claire in Wenthworth prison, set in Outlander)

So much work remains (Jenny Fraser Murray at Lallybroch before Jamie returns home, set in Outlander)

Fugitives from the law of averages (Geillis Duncan, set in Outlander)

It was there with every breath (Claire loses Faith, set in Dragonfly in Amber)

Exulansis (Claire back to her own time, after Culloden, set in Dragonfly in Amber)

You can’t dwell on it (crack fic on a certain dysfunction Frank dwells on *ahem*, set in Dragonfly in Amber)

I can’t go on. I’ll go on. (Jamie arrives at Lallybroch after Culloden, set in Voyager)

The promise of a man. (Ian Fraser Murray, set in Voyager)

Why Bother? (Jamie, set in Voyager after the pirate attack)

So what? (Claire, set in Voyager when Jamie tells her about William)

I had to face the who am I, who is she, what did I do. (Roger goes through the stones, set in Drums of Autumn)

We didn’t talk about such things (Ian Fraser Murray on Isaibail, set in A Breath of Snow and Ashes)

You can’t dwell on it (1)  (Ian Fraser Murray, set in An Echo in the Bone)

Woe is all I possess (Arch Bug, set in An Echo in the Bone)

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Drabbles

Faith lives 

Hide and seek

A Real Part of the Family

The collision (I) (II)  (III)

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Written for @otheroutlandertales

A Proper Name (Brian and Ellen Fraser decide the name of their second son.)

Arses and Bannocks (Young Rupert and Angus in castle Leoch.)

Fine Tuning (collaboration with @muykonos, Fergus x Roger, M/M, NSFW)

For all that he was (The day when Claire Beauchamp and Frank Randall got married)

His petite etoile (With Milady gone and Milord hiding in a cave Fergus takes it upon himself to take care of Faith.)

Hope (Roger’s thoughts when he learns that Brianna never wanted Jamie to beat him up)

Knuckles Loved (That one time Mrs. Fitz fell in love.)

Phantom Hand (Fergus contemplates his lost hand.)

Stitches (Mary Hawkins Randall holds her and Alex’s baby for the first time.)

The Chosen Ones (Fiona leaves the stone circle after Roger has traveled to the past to find Bree.)

The Knife (Murtagh finds love in the new world.)

The River Runs Again (Murtagh and Jocasta meet for the first time in the new world.) 

The Trunk (Jenny and Ian receive Jamie’s belongings from Leoch.)

Witches, (Jenny and Claire have magical powers) 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Wine and Whisky (Rachel x Ian, Modern AU) 

Chapter 1,  Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4,  Chapter 5

#masterlist #whiskynottea masterlist #fanfic masterlist #outlander fanfiction #let me know if any link doesn't work #because I was a bit bored to check them all #oops #THANK YOU FOR READING EVERYONE!

[chwrpg]

ROALD “PINK” FLOYD. college dropout; twenty two. chay suede. TAKEN.

and, as randall floyd once said:

“I may play ball next fall, but I will never sign that. Now me and my loser friends are gonna head out to buy Aerosmith tickets. Top priority of the summer."

BEFORE THE PARTY;

Roald Floyd was a name that came up often around the one percent of Rosewood’s population. He was a cautionary tale of what your life could be if you didn’t live up to your full potential. 

But if you ask some of those very kids who have heard the story of what it was that he did, Roald Floyd was the bravest person they knew. Because he managed to do what it was that a lot of them wanted to do. Escape.

Roald Floyd, the only son of two best selling authors —  who named him after a writer, grew up with this pressure to be something great. A pressure that no one quite understood but the people who grew up in this bubble of excess and weakth. It was the reason why they put their kids in the best schools, filled their afternoons with lessons for countless things that’d look great on paper. Because of this pressure to be the best. His mothers’ never pushed him to be extraordinary, they would have loved their son whether or not he was successful in Rosewood’s eyes. Roald pushed himself to be. Why? Because he wanted to do right by the both of them. 

So their son pushed himself to being in the top three of his class, a member of the student councils, a star player for the lacrosse team and one of the few people who actually managed to float above the social divides put together by his fellow students. 

So how did someone who was so highly respected turn into a cautionary tale?

He became disillusioned with the idea of perfection Rosewood perpetuated.

It was all a crock of shit. Those people held up by Rosewood, they had the worst lives imaginable. Why would anyone want to end up like those people? Those people looked happy, like they had everything in the world... on the outside, but on the inside, they were bleak and dark. And he’d seen it firsthand.

Aside from the aforementioned achievements,  Roald was known for snagging up one of the Chadwell women. Bunny Chadwell to be specific. They’d been together forever. Literally. He couldn’t remember a moment when he hadn’t been infatuated with the girl, from the moment he saw her he knew she was she would be his wife one day. And they were well on their way to the altar, that was for sure. He’d passed all of the Chadwell’s test and jumped over each and every one of the hurdles. Even the families infamously hard to please grandmother was fond of him, as was he of her. He loved the family, they weren’t the people that so many thought of them to be. Or so he thought.

The summer before Bunny and he were suppose to head off to Ravenwood University had been one of the best summers of his life. It’d been a summer of lovin’ that was for sure, so was he shocked when Bunny came to his one hazy afternoon and let him know that somehow she’d ended up pregnant? No, not at all. And Roald wasn’t even upset, no. They’d come together in perfect unison to make what was surely going to be an awesome little dude or dudette but it so happened that fate wouldn’t be on their side. By fate, he meant her family.  

Before they could even make up their mind if this was something they really wanted, it was made up for them by the Chadwells. Bunny had sworn to him that she’d simply lost the pregnancy due to natural reasons but he’d overheard her grandmother scolding her during one of the families weekly summer soirees. And that was it for him, that was what broke him. Or in his opinion, opened his eyes to how toxic this world could be.

They fought to be the best they could be and even that wasn’t good enough for these people? So why keep trying? There was better things he could be doing with his life than fighting for the approval of these people. 

That night, he decided to leave it all behind. He returned to his home, packed up several suitcases and taking the money he’d made over the summer to make a new life for himself. No one quite knew what had happened to Roald, rumors circulated that he’d enlisted in the army or that he’d been abducted by aliens but no one really knew. Not even his mothers, they only got the occasional letters from him.

But even the disenchanted have to return home eventually, he just wished that it’d been under better circumstances.        

DURING THE PARTY;

Roald’s flight had gotten in just a couple of hours ago, but  he was already on his way towards a party. No, it wasn’t because he’d been possessed by the ghost of his former self, this was all thanks to Sabrina. 

He didn’t know who his sister was but he wasn’t going to sit by and watch her continue to act the way she’d been. Even if some would argue and he knew she would, that he didn’t really have a leg to stand on. He was her brother that had just taken off without so much as a goodbye.

But he was prepared to make amends for his mistakes. 

Starting first and foremost with his mothers’. To say he’d been terrified when his cab pulled into his family's driveway was an understatement, but he’d been welcomed with nothing but hugs. For that moment, they put aside all the things that they had to talk about—his mother’s illness, his lack of communication for the last couple of years but one thing they definitely spoke about was his sister’s rebellion. Hence, why he was at some party looking for her. 

Time that he could have spent focusing on finishing the final draft of his book. 

He hadn’t just left Rosewood because of the Chadwell’s and because of the fakeness that this town bred, he’d left because he had a story to tell. One that he knew he couldn’t finish while playing the game as he wouldn’t have wanted to expose the players. But the time away, it’d given him all the freedom to be as earnest and real with his experiences in Rosewood. 

While taking care of his mother was his and only priority at the moment, he’d managed to gather attention to this expose of sorts and several publishers were interested in his work. So the faster he could find his sister, the faster he could get to work. 

But of course, with all things in Rosewood, it wouldn’t be that easy. He’d looked around for only a couple of minutes, minutes that’d been full with welcome back’s and looks of shock before someone bumped into him. Jupiter. His.... somewhat girlfriend, the person who’d kept him sane while away and the woman who got the honor of having nicknamed him Pink. He referred to her as his somewhat girlfriend because they’d both agreed to keep things secret from everyone, partly because they both now shared an enemy in Bunny Chadwell. 

The very Bunny Chadwell who was now staring at the two of them, with utter shock and what he was sure, was hate. But before Pink could say or do anything, she’d disappeared into the crowd and his sister and what appeared to be her group of friends had appeared. And she was the main concern right now, although he knew that he’d have his run in with Bunny Chadwell eventually. 

alternate faceclaims and prompts.

#roleplay #rp #rpg #bio rp #dazed and confused #pink floyd #takenm #chay suede

[finalgirlfae]

update

i know i lie and bullshit are like sometimes with the imagines but i ACTUALLY am working on the pink floyd smut. there was supposed to be an entirely different idea but i couldn’t work with it so i scrapped it and started a new one. i’ve written half of it and am currently working on the next half before i can publish it. it will be out soon. i promise.

randall pink floyd smut

#dazed and confused x reader #randall pink floyd x reader #randall pink floyd smut #randall pink floyd imagine #pink floyd #fae speaks

[carsonsfamilydiary]

Because of emerging adulthood, my boyfriend and I were able to travel to Key West. We’ve been to several beaches, different cities, and different events, all without the worry of caring for a child. I couldn’t imagine being a parent at my age (21) and taking it to a pop-punk concert. I truly value the emerging adulthood concept because it allows me to have incredible amounts of freedom that many women or married couples couldn’t have in the past. I also don’t feel pressured to work a certain amount of hours in order to properly provide for another. This is a wonderful feeling because it means i can binge netflix all day on my day off and not feel guilty.

Top: Key West

Middle: lazy netflix days with the doggo, Randall Pink Floyd (Dazed and Confused reference)

Last: an event we attended at the beach

[twistnet]

cool nights [ randall ‘pink’ floyd ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; pink has plans for the two of you the minute you get to his house // continuation of summer heat ⇢ [ here ]

⋯ PROMPT ; [ smut one ] “does that feel good?” + [ smut two ] “you want me?”

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, smut [ heavy makeouts, vaginal fingering, against the door sex, unprotected sex -- no glove, no love ], smoking + mature lanugage

⋯ NOTES ; this content is strictly for those 18+ ; any minors // ageless // blank blogs interacting with this post will be blocked

you gently push his chest, pushing him back into his seat, “let’s get home before we do this again, yeah?” he chuckled, pressing one last kiss to your lips before turning the engine over, “well, i was trying to get you home… just couldn’t help myself.”​

you smile softly to yourself as pink pulls into the drive of his house, checking over to make sure his folks aren’t home before motioning for you to get out of the car. he’s quick to catch up to you, ushering you up to the front door with a quick kiss to the side of your neck and sliding past you to unlock the door.

the minute the door is closed, pink’s got you pressed up against the wood, lips pressed against your own. the surprised moan that left your lips was quickly muffled as arms caged around you -- keeping you anchored in place as hands drifted down your front. 

wasting little time in hiking the bottom of your skirt up to rest at the tops of your hips. your hands are pressed firmly against his chest, preventing him from engulfing you into the door as his fingers sweep your panties to the side. 

the pad of his index finger runs through your slit, finger stroking down and over your clit that has you effectively weeping into his shoulder as he continues to play with your sopping cunt.

“does that feel good?” he whispers huskily against your ear, smirking as you nod your head rapidly. fingers only pausing when a short moan leave your parted lips, “you want me?” pink questions again, taking pleasure in how resigned you’ve become in his hold.

“yes...” the sentence cut off with a strangled moan as his fingers pick back up their previous pace. furthering the effect he has over you with a few nips against the skin of your jaw. always spacing it out enough to keep you wondering when the next little spark of pain would fly down your spine.

you mewl softly as your orgasm fast approaches -- still worked up over the little off-road session the two of you had on the way back to his place. pink chuckles deeply as your hips jerk against his hand, searching for more of anything you can get. the heel of his hand bumping against your clit with each thrust of his fingers that slipping further inside you, bringing you closer to the edge.

“there ya go, baby... just like that.” pink coos, eyes locked on yours as he takes in every little movement of your orgasm washing over you. more so, as you legs almost give out from underneath you, and if it weren’t for the heavy grip at your waist or his body pressing you against the door, you would have ended up on the floor.

his fingers slip from your cunt, and nothing prepares you for the sight of him slipping those same fingers between his lips and into his mouth. he hums to himself, shooting you a quick wink as you gape at him. he suck his fingers clean before pulling them from his mouth, “fuck... that was hot.”

his lips pressed against yours once more, before he’s tugging you by the wrist up the stairs and towards his room at the end of the hall -- never worrying about his parents dropping in as they were still at work. he guides you over to the bed before stripping himself of his t-shirt and jeans. shooting you a lust-filled wink as you do the same, tossing the items to the floor to be temporarily forgotten.

pink climbs back over you the second his last garment falls to the floor. gently pushing you to rest back against the mattress as he settles between your thighs. softly maneuvering you around until you’re legs are wrapped around his waist. 

his cock brushes against your cunt and a forced moan leaves his lips at the sensation as he grounds his hips down against yours, coating his cock in your wetness. you mewl for a few short seconds before he gets frustrated and guides the head of his cock towards your entrance, “fuck...” pink moans, plunging inside you, inch by inch and filling you to the brim.

now fully seated inside of you, pink forces himself to breath slow. not wanting to cause you any unnecessary pain until you are fully ready for him to fuck you into the mattress. he looks down at you with lust-blown eyes, and the briefest of smiles as his hands smoothing along your thighs, “you are so fucking beautiful...” he coos, thumb dropping down to brush against your clit as he gives a tentative thrust of his hips, “ready for me, baby?”

you nod, the action cut off by a moan leaving your lips as pink begins to thrust into you, electricity shooting up your spine as his cock drags deep inside you. it’s not long until your panting, clawing at pink’s chest as he spears into you. eyes flitting down to where he disappears inside you, mesmerized as he pulls back until only the tip still seated inside, before slamming back into you hard.

pink’s pace increases until he’s fucking you in earnest, as he leans down to capture your lips, swallowing down your pitiful whimpers as your fingers tug sharply at his long strands, “damn..!” he calls, pulling his lips from yours to in turn rest his forehead against yours, “you gonna come for me again, huh? just like you did back in the car, sweetness?”

you teeter on the edge of your second orgasm, or third if we’re counting the one from earlier. already feeling the overstimulation starting to take over, you nod sharply as that orgasm washing over you again -- causing you to tense and cry out as pleasure and pain shoot along your spine.

barely coherent enough to catch as pink pulls himself from your cunt at the last second, and comes across your lower stomach, “f-fuck...” he grunts with his own features twisted in pleasure as he strokes himself to completion. he almost collapses atop you, both heaving as you work to even your breathing.

after a moment, pink moves from his side, pressing a fleeting kiss to your forehead as he stands to grab a towel from the bathroom. returning a moment later to gently wash you clean of his cum, your juices and sweat before tossing you a t-shirt of his to wear.

he dresses in a pair of sweatpants before digging through his bedside drawer, finding exactly what he was looking for as he passes you a blunt and the lighter. you quickly get it lit, taking a long drag before passing it over to him. you blow the smoke up and into the air as you settle back against his pillows.

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[finalgirlfae]

slow ride, randall floyd

genre: smut

pairings: randall “pink” floyd x afab!reader

summary: a late night drive with randy floyd turns into a teenage dream.

“man i totally forgot we went to the same junior high man.” pink spoke, shaking his head and laughing a bit. he rested his free hand on car tray, picking up the joint you had lit. you two were currently driving down the practically empty freeway, just letting the wind in your face and some music play through his car’s speaker.

“who would’ve thought that i, randall pink floyd, would you be here, smoking a joint at midnight with the class of ‘77’s valedictorian? that’s crazy.”

you giggled a bit as you watched a car zip by. you and pink never really talked but you both ran into each other while party hopping and had been smoking in his car since and he was a cool dude. “we aren’t much different.” this was the first time you ever got to talk to him for real, and in the few short hours you were getting to greatly enjoy pink’s company. he was fun to talk to and nice to look at.

“we aren’t much different?” pink asked after taking a hit. he passed it back to you and took an exit. he then began to pull into an empty parking lot behind a closed down restaurant just off the highway. the top to his convertible was off, allowing the both of you to feel the slightly chill of a cool breeze whipping past your face due to the tall green trees that surrounded you.

he rested his arm that was on the wheel on the door of the car, looking at the trees in front of you in an almost deep thought. “you are the valedictorian..never seen at parties. never seen smoking a J. never caught dead in the bathroom with a cigarette. i didn’t even know you smoked!”

“it’s the 70s. who doesn’t smoke?” you shrugged, taking another hit and letting it flow out your mouth. the air felt so nice and the soft sounds of crickets chirping was so relaxing.

he nodded. “true. but still, you were kind of distant. just far off.”

you nodded slightly, recalling your last four years at lee high and acknowledging the slight solitude you allowed yourself to live in.

“i wasn’t a complete stranger, pink. we just ran in different circles, that’s all.” you shrugged again, why did he care so much about this?

“i ran in every circle-” he began but you cut him off with a laugh.

“but never to me!” you spoke. you unbuckled your seatbelt and turned to pink fully. “i’m friends with cynthia, mike and tony. i played poker with them all the time. you were there, you never spoke to me. i kind of just thought you just didn’t like me.” there was a slight teasing tone in your voice that made him lean a little closer to you.

pink denied this, shaking his head “that’s not it. i was just scared.”

“scared?” you laughed, “of what!”

“of you!” he laughed back. “you terrified me!”

you looked at him like he was crazy. “i terrified you?”

“yes,” he exasperated. “don’t look at me like that, you’re intimidating! you’re smart and you know what you want in life, you don’t take shit from anyone and you’re talented. you’re making it out of this town. i just thought you were great and it made me realize i wanna be great too.”

how did this drive turn into a compliment session? you smiled at him, slipping out of your heels and curling your legs up onto the passenger seat. pink watched you hug your knees and lean forwards to him. “if you think i’m so great then how come you never talked to me? intimidating or not, what did you have to lose?”

“yeah right. then i’d say some stupid jock shit and just embarrass myself in front of the pretty girl.” his tone was laced with sarcasm and he turned away from you and back to the steering wheel, almost putting the car in drive.

“you think i’m pretty?”

he laughed and took his hands off the wheel, turning back to face you. he leaned closer to you, looking at your lips and then back into your dazed eyes. “i think you’re pretty.” he confirmed like a common known fact. “i think you’re really sexy too. in this, smart and beautiful way. this powerful way. you walk into a room and people stare at you. you’re captivating. what’s not pretty about that? come on y/n, you know you’re the shit. act like it.”

you put the joint down on the ashtray and looked at pink before pulling him into a kiss by his jaw, running a thumb over his cheekbone. your lips moved against his slowly and you couldn’t beleive you were kissing randall floyd right now. “i always liked you, pink.” you muttered against his soft lips. “i always did.”

“really?” he asked after slowly pulling away from the kiss. he looked you up and down.

“yeah.” you nodded and laughed a little as he moved some hair out your face, something about that gave you butterflies.

“when did you like me?”

you cringed stay the answer you had to his question. “7th grade english class, you sat at the table over and i stared at you so hard that period i almost failed the class.” you laughed recalling how mad your mom was when you told her you’re failing english because you can’t stop looking at the cute baseball player at the next table.

“well, if it’s any consolation i flunked bio twice on purpose so they’d make you help me make up lab hours and i could be near you.” he put his arm behind your head rest and smiled at you. he was being serious.

your jaw fell slightly. “really? god pink you’re such a loser.” you giggled, smiling fondly at him.

“yeah,” he nodded. “i am.”

you shook your head. “think about how much time we wasted. i literally swore i was gonna marry you in 8th grade.”

“really?” he laughed.

“really!” you scooted closer to him and he watched your movements. “i wanted to fuck you so bad when i was younger.” you whispered the last sentence even though no one was around to hear you.

pink’s mouth slowly fell open. “..what?”

“why are you so shocked?”

“man i thought you just liked me. i didn’t know you wanted to do it.” his voice was pure confusion and shock.

you laughed and shook your head, turning away from him and looking at the trees in front of the car again. “guys are so stupid.”

“hey!”

“seriously pink? you didn’t know i wanted to have sex with you?” you turned your head to meet his utterly shocked face.

“i didn’t! frankly i didn’t know girls wanted to have sex at that point. when we were in high school i kind of figured that out but i never would’ve guessed that you of all people would’ve wanted me like that.”

you shrugged. “i still want you like that.”

the music stopped abruptly and you looked over to see pink pulling the keys out of the ignition and tucking them into his pocket. he stared out the window at the trees like you we’re doing before.

“get in the backseat.”

“what?” you laughed a little, leaning back in absolute shock at the bold statement. you felt the need to clench your thighs, your heart was beating a bit faster and your mouth had gotten sort of dry. there is was again, that school girl pining from junior high that followed you through high school. in the back of your mind, you never stopped like him.

“what.. what do you mean?” you babbled like a complete idiot. he smirked at you.

“i mean shut up,” he leaned over to you and then pressed a kiss to your lips. “turn around,” he kissed you again, “and get your ass in the backseat so i can fuck the shit out of you.”

you jaw dropped and he smiled at you. he could tell you’d never been spoken to like how he just had. truth be told, yeah you had sex once or twice in your entire high school career, but it was just so lame and you hadn’t found anyone else you wanted to fuck. the town was small. pink however was a desire through most of your teen years, you had started liking the boy all the way in 7th grade.

you climbed over the seats until you were in the back. pink he kicked off his shoes and crawled back there to you, he then moved next to where you were sat. his hands flew to your waist and you began kissing him, excited to see what he would do to you.

“i’ve always wanted you, y/n.” pink spoke in the kiss. his lips were the softest. “even in junior high.” he placed soft kisses down the right side of your neck earning a breathy moan. “fuck i had it bad for you then.” with closed eyes you hummed at what he was saying to you. pink was good at this, he knew how to talk to you in ways that were sure to make you wet.

you gasped as his you were being pulled on to his lap and he began to suck a hickey on to your collarbone. his hands slowly unzipped your jeans, giving you time to back out before pulling them off with ease and rubbing to fingers against your clothed pussy. “i would go home from baseball practice and think about you all night. wouldn’t get any sleep, just think about you and wonder what it’d be like to kiss you, touch you, taste you, fuck you.”

“pink-” you gasped at the sudden attention to your clit. he could definitely hear his fast your heart was beating

“i would have dreams about you...” pink muttered, slipping his hands into your panties. he rubbed your lips with two fingers before gently slipping one inside you. “you’re so wet.” he went back to kissing your lips, slowly pumping and curling one finger inside you. when felt your body relax a bit more, began to rotate his thumb on your puffy clit.

it was almost pathetic how your fucked your hips to meet his hand, you could feel his smile against your lips when you did this. “need me?” pink asked, kissing your jaw. he added another finger and curled them, pulling them out and slamming them back in a little rougher than he had done before. a moan escaped your lips as he began to hit an entirely different angle, a spot that made you clench around his fingers. you put your face into pinks neck, kissing it in attempt to hide your whimpers but you couldn’t. the more you tried to hide them the faster he fingered you.

“come on, let it out baby. i wanna hear you.” he slipped a third finger inside which made you absolutely lose your mind. you whined, pulling up from his neck and tossing your head back. his fingers fucked into you at a fast pace, calloused thumb circling your clit as your hands gripped on to his red shirt. you were basically riding his fingers. it was so desperate and needy like he had said.

“i’m gonna cum.” you let out another whine, sort losing control of your body and falling forward on his chest. pink sped up the motion on his fingers, holding your hip in his hand and coaxing you through your orgasm. you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him as you came all over his fingers. he slowly helped you ride out your orgasm, pulling his three fingers out slowly and making you whimper at the lost of contant.

you caught your breath and leaned back, watching as pink took her fingers and licked them clean. you clenched your thighs again and moved off his lap, opting to sit next to him. the two guys you fucked before never really fingered you before sex, it was always after when they failed to make you finish.

pink moved his fingers to his lips, sucking on them to taste you. your jaw fell a little and shock. you’d never seen someone do this.

you turned to press your back against the side of the car and grabbed his collar, pulling him into a kiss. your legs spread a bit, allowing him to crawl between them. the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against your pussy called your body to twitch a bit. pink noted it and smiled. you began to unbutton the boy’s red shirt, pulling it off to reveal his toned chest underneath.

you looked him up and down before running a hand across his chest. “i want you in me.”

he smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “soon, not yet. lie down.” pink grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it off and gazing at the way your boobs sat.

“you’re so pretty.” he muttered, beginning to kiss and suck your left boob while playing with the right. the way his calloused fingers rolled harshly against your nipples made you push your chest forward, wanting more from him. he kissed down your stomach, moving your legs apart and leaning down until he was face to face with your pussy.

pink took his time with you, he was in no rush. he slowly kissed up and down your thighs, nipping them at some point just to keep you excited. he brought his lips to your pussy, kissing your clit before licking a stripe up your pussy. you moaned softly and relaxed a bit, his heavy tongue was soft and slowly as he began to eat you out.

your head clouded a bit as your hand reached up to grip the seatbelt holder behind you. pink moved his face up slightly, circling his tongue on your clit before taking it into his mouth. your back immediately arched at the way he sucked on your clit. his eyes were closed in deep concentration, listening to every moan you made.

“fuck, just like that.” you moaned, reaching your free hand down to tug at him hair. you pulled his face closer to your pussy, grinding against him and showing him how you wanted to be eaten.

his hands squeezed at your boobs for a moment before gripping your hips. pink opened his lips from around your clit and flicked his tongue at it for a few seconds before sticking his tongue inside your pussy.

another moan spilled from your lips and you pushed him head up and down, using his face to get off. he thought it was so hot, the way you took control and used his face to please yourself. you came again, this time on his face and with a shiver.

you both pulled away to catch your breath, that was your second orgasm of the night in a very short time. the cool air tussled pink’s hair as he looked at you with pure lust and adoration in his eyes. you flipped over to your stomach, closing your eyes and taking a second to catch your breath again.

“we’re not done.” pink spoke. your turned your head slightly to see him from your peripheral vision. there was the russle of papers before felt hit fingers hit a small square. he showed you and you nodded your head, giving him unspoken consent to do as he said. fuck the shit out of you.

your heard him pull his belt off and saw it tossed on the floor, next the tug of his pants and boxers. finally, both of you were naked.

pink rolled the condom on to his dick, you hadn’t turned to see it so you had no idea how much was about to go inside of him. he saw your body stiffen as he mounted you.

“relax,” he leaned up, moving your leg to get a better angle of your pussy. pink moved hair from the left side of your neck, kissing slowly down your neck and back. “i got you.” he grabbed your hips, putting your legs to spread on either side of his body so he could fuck you with more control.

he lined himself up with your entrance before pushing in and making you take a shallow gasp. pink ran his hands up and down your back to try and help you relax.

“you feel so fucking good.” he muttered softly, playing with your ass. he sat in your for a second before pulling out and pushing back in again. this time you moaned a little and he could feel your body relax again.

pink began to set in at a slow pace, bringing his hips to your ass with every stroke. he let out soft groans with every other thrust he gave, quickening his pace a little bit as your pussy gripped around him.

“that feel good?” he asked in an almost teasing tone, leaning forward on your body and pressing himself against you as his hips continued to move against yours. you twitched underneath him, biting your lip in pure bliss at the angle he was hitting.

you could only let out a mumbled moan of pleasure as you closed your eyes. pink laughed a bit, pulling your hips up to bring you into doggy style. his hand went to your hair, tugging it back and beginning to fuck you much harder.

losing strength in your arms, you left your body dropped and your face push up against the mirror. he felt go of your hair and moved his hands back to your ass, rubbing it slightly before slapping it. you let out a straggled moan, “pink, fuck. do it again.” you whined, earning another slap on the ass.

you moaned loudly in pain, face now smushed against his window. pink laughed and you moved your hand down to your pussy, beginning to play with your clit. his thrusts sped up and the only thing you could think about was how good he filled you up. how perfect his cock fit in your pussy and how good he fucked you.

you felt tears brim at your eyes when he moved your hand away, beginning to stimulate your clit for you. he used his other free hand to play with your nipple. so much was happening at once and you couldn’t even warn pink before you came around him with a sigh. you felt bad, he had made you finish three times and you couldn’t even wait long enough for him to catch his release.

“ ‘m sorry.” you muttered. he laughed a little and slowly pulled out of you.

“it’s okay.” pink sat on the seat, putting his head back as you both collected yourselves slightly. you crawled over to pink, sitting in his lap and straddling his waist.

he looked at you immediately, putting his hands on your hips and drumming fingers against your skin.

“i thought about you too. you reached behind you and gently touched pink’s cock, stroking it slowly as you moved it to like you with your entrance.

you dragged the head back and forth between your folds. “i wanted to jump your bones. then high school came and i saw you in the football uniform.” you both let out a groan as you sunk on to him, ass now pressed against his balls.

you dragged your hips back and forth, bouncing on his cock. pink’s eyes fluttered close and he pressed his lips together, breath heavier than before. you decided to mimic him. you used your hand to tilt his head forward to you. he opened his eyes when he felt your thumb brush against his lips. “come on, let it out baby. i wanna hear you. i wanna hear your pretty moans.”

pink moaned at your words immediately making you give yourself a proud smile. your core and thighs burned, and your pussy felt overstimulated but it didn’t matter. he had fucked the shit out of you so now you were returning the favor.

“the girls and i used to have chats after your games, each talking about how they wanted to fuck you.” you smoothed your hands over his chest. “they said so many dirty things about you, pink. i was thinking the same things as them.” you giggled at the way his hips rutted to your body. he was fucking himself into you.

“now i’m here in the backseat of your car riding you, and you feel so fucking good.”

pink let out a broken moan. “please y/n- fucking- shit!” you let out a yelp when both his arms wrapped around you and lifted you up with ease. he pressed your back against the front seat which folded forward, immediately allowing him to climb on top of you. he threw your leg over his shoulder, slamming his hips into yours. his eyes were closed and his lips were parted, saying your name like a prayer.

“fuck i’m cumming.” he moaned. pink’s thrusts soon became messier as both of you came together. there was a moment of silence, the only sound being your uneven breaths and the crickets of the night. pink’s face was pressed into your neck and your arms hugged him to your body. he was keeping you warm on the cool night.

“…did i really just have sex with the quarterback in the back of an el camino?” you asked yourself out loud. staring at the sky.

“did i really just have sex with the valedictorian in the back of my el camino?” he muttered from the side of your neck. you both laughed and stayed like that for another moment before he pulled out of you.

“that was the best sex i’ve ever had.” pink breathed, looking around the car to find his clothes.

you smiled. “really?” he was an attractive guy so definitely had girls in bed before.

he nodded and pressed a kiss to your lips. “really. do you wanna drive around and get some breakfast?” he knew the sex was better because of the previous crush he had on you and how much chemistry you two had.

you nodded. “there’s a lake just pass the trees. wanna freshen up first?”

pink looked at you. “are you asking me to go skinnydipping with you into the lake?”

you nodded.

he smiled. “definitely.”

you two grabbed your clothes, took your keys and headed down to lake. the cool water refreshed you both and you got a good look at the sunrise. usually after sex it was kind of awkward, but with pink it was fun. the two of you swam around the lake, giving each other kisses and playing around until finally deciding to get out.

you both got dry and got dressed, smoking another joint on the way to a diner near the center of town. undoubtedly, both your friend groups were there, each nursing some kind of hangover or ache from the wild night before.

you sat in the booth next to pink, a cup of hot chocolate in your hand. you took a sip and then rested your head in his shoulder, giving a content sigh and closing your eyes.

“tired?” he asked, looking at you.

“very. you?”

he shrugged. “for you? i could go another round.”

you laughed and snuggled into him closer. pink put his hand in your thigh, rubbing it up and down before holding your hand and pulling it on to his lap. he kissed the side of your temple and allowed you to fall asleep on him whilst your friends chatted around you. it was peaceful.

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roof climbing [ randall ‘pink’ floyd ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; after calling pink to tell him you can’t meet up for the night like you had planned, he surprises you by dropping by without your parents knowledge

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, slight angst [ mentions of getting caught + strict parents ], sexual themes [ heavy makeouts + groping ] + mature language

⋯ NOTES ; this content is strictly for those 18+ ; any minors // ageless // blank blogs interacting with this post will be blocked

soft rock music flows from your record player as you look over your notes for an upcoming test -- seeing as the chemistry test was considered one of the hardest, and the teacher was oddly proud of himself for making a test nearly impossible to pass.

however, a rhythmic tapping from your window pulls your attention away from your textbook, and you turn to find pink just on the other side of the glass. your eyes widen, dropping your pencil from your fingers and jumping up to rush over to open the window.

“what are you doing here?!” you hiss, looking back towards the close door of your bedroom to ensure your parents didn’t hear anything, “you said you couldn’t meet up tonight, so i came here.” pink shrugs, slipping past you through the window and into your bedroom. you huff slightly, closing the window tightly before turning towards your boyfriend, “i appreciate that, but if my parents see you’re here, i’m totally grounded for the rest of my life.”

pink’s hands squeeze gently at your upper arms, something you find comforting  as he presses a soft kiss against your forehead, “don’t worry. i parked down the street.” a sigh of relief passes through you as you nod, pulling away from him and moving to sit back at your desk, “what are you doing?”

“studying. i’ve got that big test of chemistry on thursday. you know, with that one teacher who gets the biggest high off failing his students?” pink grimaces slightly, knowing exactly who you are talking about as don had complained about him during football practice one evening after the coaches had ripped him a new one over grades.

“maybe i could help you study?” pink offers, smiling turning into one of malicious intent as he wags his eyebrows in your direction. you scoff, shaking your head, “absolutely not! i’ve never seen you study, much less do your own homework. so, i love the offer, but i’lll have to pass on it.” pink only chuckles, settling back against the mattress of your bed, before patting the spot beside him, “come over her and take a break, babe.”

there isn’t much convincing he has to do, considering you are quick to stand from your desk chair and climb onto the mattress beside him. “now what?” you ask, faces just a hair length away from one another.

pink leans over, lips brushing against your own as he kisses you softly. his hand lifts cupping your cheek to keep you in place, moving his lips against yours. his tongue swipes along the seam of your lips, begging for entrance before it dips inside, and you moan softly against his mouth. he tastes you gently, during back after a moment to catch his breath and pressing his forehead against yours.

then, you lean back in again, capturing his lips once more as you move to straddle his lap. cupping his jaw in your own hands as his drop to your waist, guiding you to press more against him. a muffled noise of surprise sounds against his lips, only causing his to chuckle deeply. 

he continues to kiss you softly, moaning himself as your fingers tug at his long waves. he hands glide up your slides, moving to palm at your breasts through your shirt, squeezing you softly as you moan a little too loudly for comfort -- which has you breaking apart to spare a glance towards your bedroom door again.

pink only shakes his head, hand cupping your cheek to return your attention back to him as he kisses you again. only for the moment to be short lived as footsteps approach your bedroom and you quickly scramble to get back to you desk.

the door opens, scaring you slightly as you mother comes into the room, surprised by the bright light, “you’re still up?” she questions, looking down at your desk to find the surface covered in notes, “yeah... i have that big chemistry test on thursday, remember?” she makes a noise of content, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before uttering a goodnight and closing the door.

a sigh of relief escapes you as the door clicks shut and you turn to see where pink had ended up. there’s a soft groan that sounds from the floor and you stand to find pink sliding out from under your bed, chuckling to himself, “that is definitely a first.” you help him stand, surprised as he kisses you again before walking back towards your window, “you’re gonna go?”

“yeah.. your folks are scarier than mine. besides, you have a big test to study for. which you’ll do great, by the way.” you chuckle, kissing him once more as he opens the window and climbs out onto the roofing below. he shoots you one last wink before hopping down onto the driveway below and taking off towards his car. you smile, closing the window once more before walking back to your desk to finish up your studying for the night. 

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