#there’s a Ki and Mike shirt and that’s it

[xcherryerim]

Si tú me quisieras

(If you loved me)

Mike schmidt x Gn!reader | wc: 2.2k

“Si tú me quisieras, el amor que quisieras lo tendrías conmigo. No soy cursilera, pero si me quisieras, sería todo distinto” — Si tú me quisieras by Nia Vanie & Adrian Bello

Warning: Friends to lovers | Sappy | angst and fluff (?) | mentions of sex | fighting | a bit of aggressive Mike

notes: it seems like I love writing sappy stuff for Mike at 1-4 am. I didn’t really revise this so sorry if there is many mistakes or repeated words ✨ Also the lyrics in this story is the same as the one from the intro (and yes. Mike knows spanish here)

Summary: As time goes by, it becomes increasingly difficult for Mike not to hide the secrets that are troubling him. He has had enough and decides to reveal his feelings to you, his best friend.

You caught sight of Mike wearing the same shade of sage green shirt you were wearing. With a deep breath, you called out to him, "No, no! Change, please. That's too much of a coincidence!”

Mike sighed heavily, slamming the car door shut behind him. His eyes narrowed, frustration etched onto his face. "Can you give me a break? This is the only clean shirt I have left!"

Reluctantly, you let out a frustrated groan. It wasn't about the shirt or the coincidences; it was about how deeply it affected you every time he wore that particular color. But you knew pushing him further wouldn't solve anything. So instead, you relented, "Fine, fine."

Why does it matter anyway?" he asked, increasing the volume of the radio in an attempt to cover up his unease.

Your fingers tightened around the steering wheel as you tried to explain your concern. "Because people are going to think we're a couple,"

Mike couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. He had been hoping that today would be the day when you finally noticed him in the way he wanted you to. But here he was.

“But like, we aren’t so it doesn't matter, does it?”

“I guess.” You shrugged.

You started to suggest what movie to watch at the end of the day. A little tradition you guys did after running errands together, but Mike was staring at the street, drowning in his thoughts. Did you hate the idea of dating him that much?

“No hay nada que pueda hacer que me veas, y eso me duele tanto. Y aunque tú no me quieras como yo te quiero yo te seguiré amando.” / “There's nothing I can do to make you look at me, and that breaks me. Even if you don’t love me like I love you, I'll still adore you.”

"Isn't this the song that you like, Mike?" you asked, a small smile forming on your lips.

Mike's response was quiet and subdued. "Uh, yeah."

He didn't like the song, not really. He related to it, to every verse, word, and beat. It was a reflection of his feelings, a mirror to his unspoken thoughts and emotions. The lyrics echoed through the car, resonating with both of you in different ways.

“Dicen que de amor nadie se muere, pero si este dolor es la alternativa, prefiero la muerte” / “They say no one dies out of love, but if this pain is the alternative, I rather die.”

Mike sat silently next to you, the strum of guitar strings and the singer's melodic voice echoing throughout the car. A wave of disappointment washed over him, making the atmosphere in the vehicle almost suffocating. You could sense his discomfort, but you pressed on, trying to stay focused on the road ahead.

“Te estoy amando aunque no te diga nada. Estoy guardando este secreto para mí en el fondo de mi alma. Si tú me quisieras, no perdería ni un minuto más. Me entregaría con sinceridad, si te quedas conmigo.” / “I'm loving you even if I keep quiet. I’m keeping this secret in the depths of my soul. If you loved me, I wouldn't lose another minute more. I’ll sincerely give myself to you, if you stay with me.”

…

Feeling the need to intervene, Mike quickly stepped in to assist an elderly woman who was struggling to reach for a specific medicine. "Oh, let me help with that," he said, his voice filled with genuine kindness. As he handed her the item she needed, a warm smile spread across his lips, and you couldn't help but feel proud of his compassionate nature.

The woman thanked him graciously, her eyes twinkling with gratitude. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said, her gaze shifting between you both. "You two look like a nice couple. It reminds me of when my late husband and I used to go shopping together."

A sudden flush crept up your cheeks as the weight of her words settled upon the both of you. You knew it wasn't intentional, but the implication made your heart race faster than it should. Swallowing hard, you felt the need to clarify things.

"We're not a couple," you quickly replied, your voice tinged with slight awkwardness. The heat from your blush radiated outward, an audible confession of your true feelings.

Mike smiled gently at you, his eyes dancing with a mix of mirth and sadness. "Definitely not a couple," he affirmed, a hint of longing lurking beneath the surface.

As he turned to face you, he couldn't help but notice the defensive posture you took, your arms firmly crossed over your chest. Was there pain in your eyes? No, it couldn't be. He pushed the thought aside, choosing to focus on the present moment.

"Well, you seem pretty insulted by that," he remarked casually, attempting to shift the topic away from the elephant in the room.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “What? I’m not good enough for you?” Your words were laced with humor, but the underlying emotion was undeniable. There was a yearning, a desire for something more.

Mike sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head. "We are not having this conversation again," he stated firmly. Today, he simply couldn't muster the energy for the friendly flirtation that had become a routine between the two of you.

The innocent, fun activity of grocery shopping quickly transformed into something far more uncomfortable between the two of you. The mood had shifted dramatically, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to grow more oppressive with every passing second.

Mike could no longer mask his emotions – his face bore the unmistakable signs of anger, complete with furrowed eyebrows and heavy breathing. His movements became more forceful as he tossed items into the cart, each action an expression of the tumultuous emotions churning within him.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, you hesitantly asked, "Are you alright?" The question hung in the air, seemingly adding fuel to the fire. The guilt you felt for asking it gnawed at your insides, knowing that you might have only exacerbated the situation.

Mike glared at you, his dark eyes flashing with hurt and resentment. At that moment, he couldn't bring himself to answer your question.

As you tried to find a way to bridge the gap, you couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the last straw in maintaining the delicate balance of your friendship. For years, the two of you had shared laughter, tears, and dreams, but now you stood on the precipice of something unfamiliar and uncertain.

…

To lighten the mood, you attempted a weak joke, "Where else, boss?" but it fell flat in the wake of the tension between the two of you.

Mike provided a terse response, focusing on giving directions to Walmart without acknowledging your attempt at humor. "I need to get a few things for Abby, she's doing a project for school," he said, buckling his seatbelt.

Attempting to ignore the growing discord, you asked, "Oh, are there any close by?" and started the car, navigating the streets according to the directions Mike had given you. However, your nerves got the better of you, and you found yourself missing turns and getting lost.

Each error only served to fuel the fire. Mike's frustration grew with every misstep, a slow burn that threatened to consume the both of you. And then, finally, it boiled over. "Left, I said fucking left!" he shouted, his voice cracking with the strain of holding back his emotions.

"My fucking god. Can you drive?"

Stung by his harsh words, you couldn't help but retaliate. "What the hell is your problem? Why are you suddenly acting like a bitch?" Angry tears pricked at your eyes, the frustration of the day taking its toll on your composure.

His eyes locked onto yours, the transit stretching on as he struggled to find the right words. Finally, he snapped, "Because you're terrible at driving!" It was a feeble excuse, an attempt to deflect from the real issue that loomed between you.

Your heart sank as you demanded answers, pleading with him to reveal the truth. "I'm not stupid, Mike. Tell me what is it!"

Mike's jaw clenched tightly, his mind racing as he tried to find the words to articulate his thoughts. But the harder he tried, the more elusive the truth seemed to become. The weight of the question pressed down upon him, threatening to crush the fragile foundation of their friendship.

Finally, he posed the question that hung between him like a cloud. "Do you hate the idea of being with me?" His heart pounded in your chest, waiting for your response, fear and hope to battle within him.

"What? Am I disgusting to you? Is it because I don't have a set job? Why?"

The weight of those words hung heavily between you, the car falling silent except for the hum of the engine. In that moment, everything felt on the line – your friendship, your future, and the truth that had been bubbling under the surface for so long.

"I never said that," you responded, your voice shaking with hurt and confusion. You grasped for some semblance of control amidst the chaos of your emotions.

"Well, you don't have to!" Mike declared, his voice wavering. Years of unspoken feelings finally burst forth, spilling out in a torrent of raw honesty. "We've avoided this for years. We're not friends!" The accusation hung in the air.

Mike recounted memories that flooded your minds, moments shared between the two of you that transcended the boundaries of friendship. "Holding hands at IKEA? Almost kissing? Showering together and almost having shower sex?"

With a bitter laugh, Mike snarled, "Friends, my balls. We're more than that, and we've been avoiding the truth for too long. It's time to face it."

"I just didn't know you liked me..." you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the truth bore down on you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief mixed with the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume you.

Mike's eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to dissipate. "I've liked you for a long time," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was scared to say anything, scared of losing you as a friend."

The car fell silent once more, the hum of the engine the only sound that broke the heavy silence. At that moment, the two of you sat there, grappling with the new reality that had been laid bare between you. The path forward was uncertain, but one thing was clear – the friendship you had cherished for so long has now changed.

Mike sighed deeply, attempting to gather his thoughts and steady his escalating emotions. "I understand if you don't want to ever see me again," he murmured, his tone filled with a combination of regret and resignation. Despite the turmoil, he reached out and gripped your hand tightly, a silent plea for understanding.

"But, if that is the case," he continued, his voice catching in his throat, "at least let me kiss you... for the first and last time." The request hung in the air, heavy with the implication of finality.

You felt your body tremble at his words, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through you. The prospect of sharing this intimate moment with Mike, the one person you'd always cared for, both thrilled and terrified you.

"I don't want to die without knowing what it feels like to kiss you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of longing and desperation. The weight of the moment bore down on both of you, the unspoken emotions finally giving voice.

"And you won't have to," you whispered, desperation mingling with determination in your voice. Without another word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you until your lips met his in a searing kiss that echoed the years of longing that had built up between you.

Mike hesitated for only a moment before responding, his arms wrapping around you as the passion of the moment took hold. The weight of the past years melted away, replaced by the intensity of the present. For once, the uncertainty that had plagued your friendship was gone, replaced instead by the electric connection that had always been there, hiding just beneath the surface.

As the kiss lingered, you began to realize that this was not the end, but the beginning of a new chapter for you both. The path forward may be fraught with uncertainty, but you were ready to face it together, finally embracing the love that had grown between you.

Fin, Hope you enjoyed! I just wanted to write more than smut 😪

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I only want you- Mike Schmidt

paring x fem reader and Mike Schmidt

Warnings: 18+ MNDI, smut, and some angst (NOT PROOFREAD)

Summary: you and Mike have been going through a rough patch

You and Mike have been together for just under two years. Mike has been struggling to keep a job and is obviously depressed, but he's too stubborn to admit it. Never mind talking about his feelings; it causes you to feel like you really don't know him at all, and it's hard because he hates having conversations about his feelings, and he always goes back to shutting you out.

You woke up to a slamming door. "Mike?" You said, peering out from the shared bedroom door and rubbing your eyes. Luckily, Abby didn't wake up from it, you thought to yourself.

You could hear loud banging and clattering from the kitchen. You dragged yourself to the sound mike, who was standing there in the process of making food, and you could see smashed glass on the floor.

"Mike What the fuck? How much have you had to drink?" You half-yelled at him, not being awake enough to process what was going on. "It's almost 5 in the morning, and you are going to wake Abby up, you scolded him.

"Can you just shut the fuck up and leave me alone for once? I swear all you do anymore is lecture me, and you're not my mother, so just stop," he slurred, walking towards you.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for carrying about you, Mike. I get it. You are going through shit, but you don't need to be an asshole towards me, and people loving you doesn't give you a reason to be one either," you spat at him. It was a little harsh, but you are so sick of his bullshit lately and don't know how much you can handle. You pushed past him to grab your keys off the coffee table and started to walk towards the door, but just as you were about to open the door, Mike grabbed you by your arm and pushed you against the door. The two of you look at each other for a second and then shove his lips onto yours. You state not wanting to give in, but you end up giving in. He was your everything. "I'm so sorry, baby. I know I can be an asshole, but I don't need anyone but you in Abby's and my life," he says as he pulls his face back, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

But before you could process what to say next, Mike started kissing your neck, and you wrapped your arms and legs around him. He started carrying you to the bedroom. "Mike Abby is going to be up soon," you said.

"Then you just need to be quiet, baby," he says as he enters the shared bedroom and lays you on the bed on your back. He then goes over to the door and locks it.

He walks over to the bed, gets on top of you, pushes a piece of your hair aside, and starts kissing your neck again. He starts pushing your shirt up and slowly kisses from your chest to your stomach while unclipping your bra and discarding it on the floor.

"Please, Mike," you moan, pulling his face toward yours. He chuckled at the thought that you were so needy; you were just pissed at him a few minutes ago.

He took off his t-shirt and pants and admired your body for a few seconds. You placed your hand on his stomach, trying to regain his attention. His hands flew at the waistband of your shorts and started pulling them off. He gently kissed your inner thighs and scared some across your pussycat, causing you to let out a soft moan from your mouth.

"Shh, be quiet, baby," he says. You pulled on his curls, making him tighten his grip on your right thigh. The vibrations of his mouth edged you closer to your orgasm.

"Mike, please, I'm so close." You plead with this. He moves his hand, pushes his two fingers into your underwear, and shoves them into your pussy, moving them faster and deeper inside of you. He keeps up this speed to hit your orgasm and cum all over his fingers, and he pulls them out and licks them off.

As soon as he finished, you could hear Abby's alarm going off. "You go clean up and get dressed, but don't bother putting underwear on because I'm not done with you yet," he says as he kisses your nose, gets up, throws his clothes back on, and goes to make breakfast for all three of you.

part 2

NOT EDITED

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[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

lowkey would luv to hear ur "thoughts" on mike 🤭.

Eheheheh, hello, Artie 🖤🌸

Sooo.... since it's NSFW content right away, it's under the cut 😌

Mike x gn!Reader 18+

💀 Sorry not sorry, but I just know that Mike is that kinda guy who'd use his gun "inappropriately". You have multiple orifices for a reason and he'd use them to stretch you out, to use you, to make you clench around the cold barrel. I've been having a plot bunny for exactly that for a while now and I desperately need the movie to drop.

💀 Mike would tie you up, your hands firmly bound to the headboard of his bedframe, whilst he's toweing over you, teasing you by some mockery and degradation, calling you names that would make you blush and squirm with guilty arousal at the same time.

💀Can we please take a moment to talk about how he'd rail you into the mattress whilst you wear his Wacken shirt? That shirt, which led you to talk to him in the first place because you kept wondering why this dude went all the way to Germany for a metal festival? He'd tease you how this very shirt got him into your pants and how good you'd look in it as he pounds you, Megadeath blaring from the speakers.

💀I generally think that Mike would be into a wide variety of kinky stuff that goes both ways. On some day's, he'd be the one slapping you in the face and spitting into your mouth when on other's, he'd spent at least half the night on kis knees, pleasuring you until your legs give out.

💀 ❗️❗️❗️ INTOXICATION KINK ❗️❗️❗️ Okay, hear me out... I feel like Mike would be having the time of his life with encouraging you to take hit after hit from the joint. He'd pass it right back to you after taking just the tiniest drag himself, it serving a sweet buzz but keeping him clear enough to watch out for you while he fucks your brains out after you become all giggly and touchy from all the weed.

💀Needless to say that I think he's into drugs. Not uppers, though, more like some calming weed, a little helping of codeine here and there because he likes that warm mellow feeling in his stomach. (C'mon... he's basically Kappa's and Clay's love child 🥴)

💀 But no matter how wasted and fucked out the two of you would get, he'd always make sure to watch out for you, to massage your bruised ass after a hefty spanking session and tuck you in with his arm wrapped around your shoulders whilst you doze off.

💀For some reason, I cradle the idea that he'd be a banger cook but with the most random irgedients because he'd spent a lot of time being not so well off. During those years, he taught himself the craft of making a five-star Michelin out of a pack of instant ramen.

💀 Mike gives me these Everywhere-And-Nowhere-Dude vibes. Like, you for sure have seen him around somewhere, maybe at the corner shop or the gas station a while ago, thought he looked kinda cool but also a bit douchy so you decided to not chat him up at the counter. Then, a few weeks later at a friend's house party, you bump into him again and after a few drinks, decide to actually talk to him if he bought that shirt himself or if he's just another poser who likes the design.

#tam rambles #rory culkin #asks are appreciated #asks are always open #mike 5lbs of pressure #5lbs of pressure #5 lbs of pressure

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

This was a request for a part two of 'Cherries and Vanilla' Mike Wheeler x Reader. The post deleted and I want to cry, it might be short. Sorry about that, but I spent over three hours on the request. It was going to be one of the longest fics I have done in a while.

Mike Wheeler x Reader 'Cherries and Vanilla:Part two'

"Fuck," Mike moans as you help him toss of his shirt. You look down and smile. Mike's neck had quite a few hickeys, you both had more time to kill..

You don't waste anytime before you start suckling at the skin under his collarbone. He lets out a soft moan as you softly rake your teeth over the skin.

He has his head back, chest heaving. So fucking hot. Lips are swollen and red, his hair is plastered to his face, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.

So fucking hot.

You attach your lips to his and moan into the kiss, you smile after Mike dips his tongue into your mouth. You regretfully pull away and smile.

Mike opens his eyes and frowns beneath you, "Guess the flavor," you say and he groans. He tries to get you to kiss him again.

He gives up once he realizes he will have to guess before he gets another kiss. Or another hickey.

"Cherry," he says without thinking. The flavor had been way softer, he couldn't even tell what it was.

You shake your head, "Vanilla," he licks his lips and frowns. He would have guessed that if he hadn't been so focused on your lips.

He stops frowning and resumes his heavy breathing once your lips attach to his shoulder. He moans as you suck and then start toying with the skin in between your teeth.

You pull back and admire the hickeys that adorn his neck, and the one on his chest, and shoulder blade.

You smirk before giving him a few more, he starts toying with the hem of your jeans as he sits up and attaches his lips to yours.

You softly moan into the kiss as he unbuttons your jeans. This was going to be the best time you had come over yet.

He softly presses a last kis-

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?" Nancy screams as she slams the door shut, "Clothes on!" She yells as Mike throws his shirt on and you rebutton your jeans.

Nancy comes back in a minute later, "I am incredibly disappointed in you both," she lectures as you both blush.

"It won't happen again," you say and wink. Mike buries his face in his hands and Nancy glares.

"Use protection, I couldn't handle a child that was half mike and half Y/N," she says with a sigh and walks out.

You both smile at the other. Mike finally breaks the silence.

"I can't believe we just just cockblocked by my sister," he says and you giggle.

You go to kiss him, but dont. You hear a banging from down the hall, "DON'T FUCKING THINK ABOUT IT," you both groan and decide to plan a campaign.

Maybe at your house.

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[fictionalgainer]

Adam's story part IV

The morning after their bar outing, Adam, still amused by last night's revelations, decided to send Mike a picture of his tight-fitting clothes, the fabric straining against his newfound curves. The text was playful, a continuation of their light-hearted banter from the night before.

Mike responded in kind, sending back a photo of himself in equally snug attire. The outline of his strained corset was just visible beneath his shirt, a silent testament to his own steady weight gain. The image was accompanied by a humorous caption about the perils of 'expanding investments.'

Their texts flew back and forth, each jest more playful than the last, until they had to focus on their respective days.

Adam found himself chuckling throughout the morning, but something about Mike's photo lingered in his mind. It wasn't just amusing; it was... intriguing.

Meanwhile, Mike, dressed in a suit for his job as a finance advisor, faced his own clothing challenges. Recently, he had made the mistake of sucking in his belly during a fitting. The result was a set of suits that were a ticking time bomb of popped buttons, especially without the aid of his trusty corset.

Later that day, Adam received a text from Mike, detailing the latest misadventure with his 'pressure-sealed' suit. Adam couldn't help but imagine the scenario, and to his surprise, he found the mental image rather appealing. Was he actually attracted to Mike's burgeoning belly?

This new realization was confusing yet undeniable. Adam had always seen Mike as a friend, a buddy to joke with and lean on during tough times. But now, there was an unexpected warmth accompanying his thoughts about Mike, a warmth that extended beyond the camaraderie of friendship.

As he pondered these feelings, Adam realized that attraction was a complex and unpredictable beast. Maybe his view of Mike was changing, morphing into something deeper, something more intimate. The idea was both daunting and exciting.

He decided to keep these thoughts to himself for now, not sure how to navigate this new terrain in their friendship. But one thing was certain: his relationship with Mike had taken an unexpected turn, opening the door to possibilities Adam had never considered before.

For now, he would continue the banter and the shared struggles with weight and wardrobe malfunctions. But in the back of his mind, Adam knew there was something more, a budding interest in exploring this new aspect of their relationship, wherever it might lead.

Adam surveyed his apartment with a critical eye. Fast food wrappers and delivery bags from Uber Eats and DoorDash littered the space. He was having Mike over for the first time in ages, and the state of his place reflected his recent lifestyle. But today, it needed to change.

Frantically, he began stuffing takeaway containers into the trash and running the vacuum across the floor. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.

The doorbell rang, and Adam's heart skipped a beat. Opening the door, he greeted Mike with a nervous chuckle. "Hey, welcome to the chaos I call home."

Mike stepped in, looking around with a smile. "Chaos? More like controlled disorder. I like it."

They settled into the living room, the conversation easy and filled with their usual banter. Amidst the laughter, Adam's phone slipped from his hands, clattering to the floor. As he bent over to pick it up, a loud crack echoed through the room.

"Oh no," Adam groaned, standing up with a hand clutching the back of his pants.

Mike burst into laughter. "Dude, did your pants just surrender to the pressure?"

Adam, red-faced but laughing, shot back, "They just couldn't contain all this awesomeness."

The air between them crackled with something more than humor. Their eyes locked, and they inched closer without a word.

"Adam..." Mike started, his voice lower than before.

"Yeah?" Adam's response was barely a whisper.

There was a pause, a moment of hesitation, before they both leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both unexpected and right. It was a kiss that spoke of the unacknowledged feelings simmering beneath their playful banter.

They pulled back slightly, still close, still feeling the warmth of each other's breath.

"I didn't see that coming," Mike said, his voice a mix of surprise and something deeper.

"Neither did I," Adam replied, his heart racing. "But I'm not complaining."

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of conversation, laughter, and shared glances. There was a new layer to their relationship now, a connection that transcended friendship.

As Mike got ready to leave, he turned to Adam, "This... This was nice."

Adam nodded, a content smile on his face. "Yeah, it was. More than nice."

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[smoosnoom]

my dear moon smoosnoom,

u r a poet, u r an artist of the word, u’ll become unstoppable if u stop doubting urself.

i love the way u build tension. in ur works i can feel this thick electrified air. i can't even believe u were never in love bc u can write stuff like that. u r pure talent.

“It doesn’t make him a terrible person. Probably. Hopefully.” it doesn’t my sweet child 🫂

“Will, however, isn’t about to ruin this for himself, even if he feels on fire, for – unrelated reasons.” unrelated. sure.

“this is great, it really is, but breathing is also pretty nice, on occasion.” not when u r kis- [GUNSHOT]

“It’s a little Not Platonic” i cuddled with my friends a lot when i was 16. but i also kissed my friends a lot, so it probably doesn't count.

“He barely resists a shiver.” he's stronger than me because i couldn't resist

“lips brushing against Will’s skin” okay This is definitely not platonic

“Will thinks all the time” can’t relate 😔🙏🏻 my head is empty like 70% of time. it’s just the word love and elevator music out there

“so he’s not – dead, or something” it’s so funny 😭😭😭

“he strokes a thumb into Will’s side, shirt rumpling under the circular motion” and will still haven't shivered?? hes a soldier

it’s started with “Will could – do a lot of things, actually, but he’s sensible and respectable and he’s not thinking about doing anything at all” and when “yeah, I have thought about us kissing several times” and it’s ended with “A lot. I’ve thought about kissing you a lot»

“and it’s now that the bashfulness seems to hit him, when he’s met with Will’s bewildered stare.” it's just such a beautiful phrase im mesmerized

“smarter than he’s given credit for” mike has rocks in his brain, but all the answers r written on those rocks.

“like they often are, but it’s harder to deny it, because there’s nowhere to escape” will is oblivious one 🙏🏻

““I didn’t say that,” he mumbles, face on fire.” - u didn’t have 2 🫡

“Mike’s hand grips onto his arm just a little tighter” okay i didn't say anything the first time, but now i can't be silent. who doesn't want to touch those arms? im not even into buff guys but still

“Will thinks he might die if he never gets to have this again” now me too

““You should kiss me again,” […] “Now, preferably. Immediately.”” - i swear it’s me every time after i read ur fics

u r slowly making tame impala one of my favorite bands. i add every single one of their songs to my playlist.

and “shut up my mums calling” such a great song. ur music taste is as good as ur writing skills.

hmmm midnights. okay. i already mentioned “snow on the beach” but u r also “sweet nothing”. i listened to it a lot when i was writing u a poem :)

atp i don't even know if i should mention that i daily anon. i feel like im ready to reveal my identity just so i don't have to repeat it every time.

i hope u r having a great day whenever you read this (i hope all of ur days r great 🤍)

my lovely daily anon,

u are the sole reason for half my brain melting away in the mornings because How dare u drop this entire thing in my askbox and render me useless . what the Helll

at this point in my life ive stopped questioning how u Know things about me . im assuming i just . mentioned it somewhere sometime ago and u have the memory of an elephant Yes ive never been in love and it is crazy how u know that !!!!

will my insecure stringbean soup 🫶

definitely irrelevant reasons !!!!

HEEJLG9 😭

oh my god 😭 granted ive also cuddled and kisses my friends (On The Cheek btw .) but i also don't have the best sense for what is platonic or not so Um .

actually this is a great time to mention . how do ppl resists shivers bc i just can't help it It is out of my control yk . how do people have the willpower like that

the word love and elevator music 😭 mine is the jeapordy theme and an empty google doc </3

HELGLRP thank u so much . i wasn't trying to be funny i think . idont remember writing it if we are being 100% real rn

"he still hasn't shivered" 😭😭 i fully laughed oh my god

yeyeys the progression of him admitting his feelings !!! u are the Ideal reader actually im putting u in a glass case and onto my bookshelf . where U belong

imjust imagining a big boulder with the word HOMOSEXUALITY written on it in paint

"u didn't have 2" OHHHMY YOD u get it u get it

HETNTLFF UR SO REA LLL like . im not into Anyone like that but he would make a good stress ball i personally think .

mailing u a smooch rn 😚 using express mail it'll be there in a day ok don't worry

YAYYYYA I CHEERED im so happy u liked the music !!!!! that means the worlddd to me actually it rly rly does !!!!! thank u for even listening to it 🫶🫶

also m3ans the world 2 me bc u also have splendid music taste 🫡 ive liked everything u have shown me so far

sweet nothing ☹️ ill sob ohh my god thank u

my eyes and ears R so wide open it's crazy . what if u revealed ur super duper secret confidential hidden identity that would be ssoooo crazy and wild and im definitely not begging even a little 🙂

also i thinki have a pretty good handle on being able to tell if its u or not . u talk a certain way i think

it's always a good day when i hear from U !!!! i hope the non-university days are treating u well 🤍

#ohhhhhhd and u used a white heart . u arent Fooling me i see what ur doing . #unless it wasnt intentional in which case can u please look away fr #/ask #daily alya #love u 🫶🫶🫶

[killuaisaprincess]

Hot topic you disappoint

#personal #well it won’t if you’re a Gon fan but Hisoka gets a pair of socks before Ki ahhhh #that’s okay I like paying people on Etsy for Ki stuff anyway vs you your mistake fool #most my Etsy shirts are cuter anyways! and the China shirts may not be the best quality but the few I have are still cute #hypland can have my money instead #well not after this month but that’s why I’m looking one last time you disappoint #I got the Ki and Mike shirt from eBay for 12 dollars instead haha suck my #hot topic really doesn’t think Ki is popular bakkkkkaaaaa #bakkkkkaaa bakkkka bakaaaaaaa #that’s my response

[onmykneesforhotdilfs]

Hello, I wanted to ask you for a special shipment for Valentine's Day that is about the wedding of bloom and valtor and their married life, I would appreciate it very much, I hope I will not be a bother, thank you. ps: I love your writing bye.

First of all, of course you can have special shipment for valentine's day that is about the wedding of Bloom and Valtor and their married life.

Secondly, thank you so much for your kind words. You guys can't even believe how much your encouragement means to me.

Thirdly, I have like 5 more requests sitting in my inbox but please be patient, i promise to get to them as soon as possible. School is sitting on my chest currently. They will be done, the only question is when will I find the necessary time to do them.

Ok so without further ado, here we go. I decided to do this headcanon style, but if you guys want full fledged wedding or married life ff, just send in a request and it'll be done (eventually).

Sparxshipping wedding/married life headcanons (valentine's day special)

Engagement

Weirdly enough, it took place on Earth instead of Domino. Valtor organized an incredible evening in a rather nice restaurant, invited both of her families and all of her closest friends, Winx and specialists, including Sky (Bloom remained on friendly terms with the guy after the break up). The plot twist, he never told anyone he planned to propose. His manners and etiquette threatened to kick him in the ass for not asking Oritel for his permission to marry his daughter, but he had a hunch his future father in law would say "No." and that would do more harm than good in the future. Mike was more fond of him, especially when he noticed his rival (Oritel seemed to have the habit of making people dislike him) hated the magician with passion.

Valtor picked out the ring months before and he was just waiting for the perfect moment to present his beloved with it. The perfect moment seemed to strike when Bloom said one evening she always wanted to get all her friends and both of her families together on one big dinner in some nice Earth restaurant so they can all just chill for one night (she wanted to show her birth parents the planet she grew up on and she also wanted it to have a symbolic meeting for all of her friends). So when the opportunity struck, Valtor took it and wouldn't let go. Bloom protested to him organizing and paying for dinner she wanted but he had none of it and simply told her to 'relax and leave it all in his capable hands'.

All of Bloom's friends accepted the call immediately but Oritel made Valtor sweat for a few days before even he succumbed to his daughter's invitation (also, he suspected Marion had her fingers in tipping the king over the edge because if Valtor learned anything while he worked in the palace 20+ years ago, it was that Marion, despite her innocent looking facade, was quite the blackmailer and if he deduced correctly, she wore the pants in that household).

He was not nervous for a moment while he planned the whole thing even though he expected it at least on some level. But nothing could've prepared him for that moment when the dinner was done and they all stood up to leave the restaurant. The minutes were agonizing for him and despite everything he started second guessing his decision. It took all of his self control not to chicken out.

As it turned out, he had nothing to be anxious about, because as soon as he dropped to one knee, Oritel made an inhuman sound in the background, and popped the question while presenting Bloom with the ring, she threw herself on him and screamed 'YES!" in his ear. He could vaguely hear her friends screaming from excitement and happiness, that was mostly Stella, and one not so very happy voice saying "God damnit NO!", but he paid them no attention as his shaky fingers slipped the ring on Bloom's equally shaky hands. She threw her hands around his neck and kissed him while happy tears streamed down her face.

Wedding

The newly engaged couple was in no hurry to tie to knot and that seemed to displease everyone, mainly Stella because she wanted to go shopping for wedding dresses and bridesmaids dress (not that she needed the excuse to go shopping but 'Guysssss, this is special!'), but Oritel. As far as Valtor managed to catch, he was persistent in making his daughter change his mind about marrying Valtor. Then, overnight it seemed to him, Oritel started being more friendly and willing to spend some time with Valtor to 'get to know him'. He didn't understand the sudden shift in the beginning, but when his fiance took time to explain she threatened to burn all the expensive curtains in the palace if the king doesn't start minding his own business, everything fell into place.

The wedding preparations took over a month when they actually started planning, which was well over two years after the engagement but they figured, if they waited this long, they can wait a bit longer too. It was decided that the wedding will take place on Andros where their first official meeting happened, on a Colosseum he created to save her life when Icy's ice block knocked her unconscious into the water. Flora offered the help with the decorations, Stella dragged Bloom dress shopping and Musa and the rest of the fairies took care of other essentials in consultation with the wedding planner Bloom and Valtor personally picked out.

Despite the fact they already live together, they decided to somewhat respect the tradition and spent the night before the wedding separately. This was partially done to make Oritel a bit more docile at their wedding and to honor the tradition of groom not seeing the bride in her dress before the wedding. They both had difficulty with that as was evident when neither of them could sleep that night, their bodies and fire inside too accustomed to the other being near. Bloom spent the night on Domino and Valtor went back to Alfea. The parting kiss the two shared had to be interrupted by Marion and Vanessa, so neither Oritel nor Mike came out to see what's taking their daughter so long to say goodbye, before it turned into a heavy makeout session. The two had to be almost hauled apart, Marion and Vanessa holding Bloom as Daphne took Valtor by the collar of his shirt and dragged him away to Alfea.

The morning brought no relief however because Valtor was too busy lowkey freaking out and Bloom herself couldn't stop rushing around the palace to fetch stuff she needed despite the fact maids could bring it to her. Valtor's mental breakdown was stopped by Andy, his best man weirdly enough (they got really friendly after the whole Earth mission and black circle fiasco. There was originally a bit of jealousy on Valtor's part because Bloom seemed to really like Andy and it reached the peak when he found out they dated back in the day. But Andy's quirky personality and unending questioning about magic really brought them closer together and helped Valtor realize, Andy is one of the best humans to have around).

Bloom got her fair share of support from Stella, who even threatened to slap her friend on the wrist for not sleeping, but sympathy shone in her eyes when Bloom told her she couldn't sleep because Valtor wasn't there. She also made a quite inappropriate joke in a very inappropriate time just as her parents, both pairs, entered a room. "So you couldn't sleep because Valtor isn't here or was it the exercise that is done primarily beneath the sheets that you missed?" Oritel gripped the door frame so hard Bloom though she even heard it crack. Bloom blushed like a tomato and gritted her friend's name through her teeth but luckily blonde took the hint and shut her mouth.

As the wedding approached, Valtor got even more fidgety but tried to fight it because he knew in just a few short hours, Bloom will be his forever. All that time, Andy stood on the side and quietly laughed at the man and a friend he always associated with being stoic and good with covering up his emotions. He would've never thought Valtor of all people would succumb to something as trivial as wedding jitters.

When Bloom and her family, together with Stella arrived on Andros, guests and everybody else were moved to the place of ceremony, only Oritel and Mike remaining with her. Bloom decided she wanted to have both of her dads give her away at her wedding day. The tricky part was getting them to get along because Oritel wanted to be the one to give her away ("I'm her father, damn it! Why should I share my right to give away MY daughter on her wedding day?" "Oh please, you royal ass, you don't even like that lad she's marrying! Think of me as a supervisor that makes sure overprotective father of a bride doesn't actually STEAL his daughter so she can't marry!" "I'm the KING! I don't need supervision!" "If both of you don't SHUT UP IMMEDIATELY I'm going to walk down that isle alone." That phrase spoken by Bloom shut them up and the two, although with big frowns on their faces, reluctantly agreed)

Valtor's breath got stuck in his throat when he saw Bloom first time in a wedding dress. The dress had thin straps holding and supporting the dress on her delicate shoulders as the flowy lacy dress sat on her tiny frame perfectly. He saw her stop for a second as she took him in for the first time as well in a burgundy suit with a purple tie and handkerchief of the same color. He didn't even notice as both of Bloom's fathers kept shooting each other looks over their daughter's head during the walk. He only saw Bloom. He woke up from his daydream when Bloom's small delicate hand was placed in his by two larger hands, one belonging to Mike, other to Oritel. He nodded to both of them and gripped her hand like it's his lifeline.

The wedding officiate was saying some nonsense that Valtor didn't listen until it was time to exchange the rings and swear to each other for all eternity. When the ring exchange was done, when all that needed to be said was said and the famous, long awaited words "You may kiss the bride." were spoken Valtor finally relaxed and leaned down to kiss his wife for the first time. The crowd went wild, Stella screamed and Oritel almost fainted, Mike and Vanessa were seen wiping the tears from their eyes. Overall, the wedding was a success.

Roxy, to Andy's big surprise and delight, caught the bouquet. The three story cake was cut and smeared all over newly weds faces. Congratulations were proclaimed and a lot of kisses were shared. A carriage with unicorns, similar to the one on Daphne's wedding got rolled in the moment Bloom and Valtor's feet touched the solid ground. Bloom couldn't contain her excitement and she rounded straight to the unicorns while the guests and her husband said the last goodbye for at least a month. She was shaken out of her trance when Valtor grabbed her hand and then lifted her bridal style into his arms and stepped into the carriage with her in his arms. The couple waved to the crowd beneath and shared a kiss before the carriage disappeared into the portal.

Married life

They spent their honeymoon gallivanting around different worlds but they remained mostly on Earth. They both preferred warmer locations, so tropical resorts were where they chose to spend their honeymoon in. Bloom actually had no involvement in planning of the honeymoon so she was so pleasantly surprised when the portal opened on Maldives and she was greeted by a sight of turquoise water and small but fancy apartments built on water. For someone who seems to spit on a traditional views more than he follows them, she was surprised how many superficial, at least in his opinion, customs Valtor followed for her. Aside from deciding not to see her before the wedding as mentioned before, he also insisted on carrying her over the doorstep.

They spent the whole month without phones and annoying phonecalls from Stella, one of the main reasons why they chose not to bring anything but the emergency bracelet which can be used to contact either party only in a case of an emergency. They had to explain to Stella that new dress in Vogue was not an emergency and therefore, the bracelet was given to Techna because she was the only one they trusted not to abuse the right to call.

When they finally returned from honeymoon, and after they spent good hour and a half convincing Oritel Bloom's not pregnant, a joint decision was made that the newlyweds will be given the keys to the separate wing of the castle where their privacy was guaranteed (yeah right, as if Valtor will get anything even resembling privacy with Bloom while Oritel's around).

Their married life wasn't too different from their normal life. Valtor would wake up first most of the time and would make breakfast for Bloom. Bloom would sleep in most of the time when she didn't have to go anywhere and Valtor would sometimes have to use drastic measures to get her out of bed.

They shower together because 'it saves water', oh wait that was the excuse they used before they were married. Now they shower together because they're married and what they do doesn't concern anyone.

Life in the castle had some advantages but they'll be damned if it didn't have it's fair share of disadvantages as well. The biggest one being, well, Oritel. There were a few times they were almost caught in a compromising situation but somehow they always managed to avoid the full blast. They both knew it was only the matter of time however. Valtor was even tempted to leave the doors unlocked just so Oritel would get what he came to see and hopefully gauge his eyes out so he could longer disturb them. Bloom swatted him over the head for that one.

They both made an appointment not to sacrifice their friendships just because they're married so Winx were guests quite often.

Valtor still decided to teach in Alfea when it was absolutely necessary and when Faragonda asked him nicely few days in advance if he would be willing to teach the class. Bloom would sometimes sneak into the class as well and sit in the back. She would even take notes from time to time.

They would practice magic quite often together in the backyard of the castle that was customized for such situations. But their favorite place in the whole castle was Valtor's office/library where they could both spend hours in, while just reading books and drinking tea.

#baltor x bloom #bloom #bloom x baltor #bloom x valtor #sparxshipping #valtor #valtor x bloom #winx #winx club #sparxshipping prompts #sparxshipping questions #sparxshipping requests

[just-some-fiction]

Just You and Me Part 12

Not my favourite one but I was not in the mood to rectify it.

Lucia walked into the house party, maneuvering her way through the crowd in search of her boyfriend. They’ve been together for about two months and it’s been great. This morning they went for a drive and ended up making out on the back seat of his car.

Flash back

Her head was tilted to the side as he sucked on her neck, his tongue glazing over the skin. She clutched his shirt in her hands, as their kisses became more heated, his hand slipped under her skirt, running a finger against her panty covered entrance. Pulling away she tugged his shirt off, biting her lips as her eyes drank him in, a blush creeping over her face. He tugged her back towards him, hand buried in her hair, slipping his tongue into her mouth. They were in a secluded area, just outside of the city, where no one could find them. She ground down onto him, causing him to tighten his grip in her hair and slip his fingers inside of her panties.

“Baby,” she moaned, grinding down onto his fingers - this lead him to rip her panties off a few moments later, “Rio!”

He pulled away, looking at her through his lashes, running his tongue between his teeth, “Yeah?”

“I ain’t gonna have any panties if you keep doing that.”

“Kinda the point, " he grinned, plunging two fingers into her. 

End Flashback

She was about to walk out into the yard when someone decided to push up behind her. Turning around, she came face to face with a complete stranger. 

The guy smirked at her, “Hey baby where you going?” 

“Can I help you?” she stepped back looking the guy up and down. She’s never seen this guy here before. 

“Oh there’s something you can help me with definitely baby,” he moved closer. 

“I’ll pass,” she made to walk away, however this guy had other plans. He grabbed her and pulled her towards him, as he did so, she heard someone warn him. 

“Bruh you don’t wanna do that here,” but the guy ignored him. 

“Come on baby,” he pulled her against him, “want you to help me with something.” 

Somewhere in the house Rio and Mike were playing a game of pool when Julio walked in, “Hey someone’s messing with Lucia.” 

Rio who was laughing at something Mick said, entire facade changed and in a split second he was walking in the direction Julio pointed. It wasn’t hard finding them and the sight in front of him made his jaw clench. This wasn’t someone from around here, because clearly he didn’t realised that what he was doing was incredibly stupid and dangerous. Rio watched as the guy tried sneaking a hand up Lucia’s thigh and that’s when he sprang into action. His tattoo was on full display, something no one could miss or misinterpret.

“There a problem here?” he saw the relief on Lucia's face. 

The guy didn’t acknowledge him, “Get lost homes we busy.” 

Rio smirked, by now Mick and Mike were there as well, “Seems like there’s a problem if you tryna feel up my girl,” at that the guy looked at him and his eyes widened when he saw the tattoo. 

“Hey man,” he let go of Lucia, “I didn’t mean any disrespect, I ain’t from this part of town,” Rio nodded. 

“Sure,” he replied, “we’ll show you a good time, won’t we boys?” and with that Mick and Mike hauled the guy out of the house party. 

Turning to his girlfriend he brushed her hair out of her face, “You ok?” she nodded, letting him pull her close, “Good, ima go take care of that real quick and then we can go, " she nodded, following him out of the house. 

They walked to the car where Mick and Mike were waiting with the guy, who looked a bit ruffled up. Not really in the mood to drag this out, Rio punched him square in the face and the guy crumpled to the ground. 

Crouching down he looked at the guy, “I ever see you this side again, ima put a bullet in you aight,” standing up, “make sure he gets back to where he came from yeah,” he looked at Mick and Mike. 

They ended up not going back inside, instead taking a drive through town for ice cream and then heading to his house. She only recently started spending the night at his place. They got ready for bed in silence. He gave her a t-shirt to sleep in. A smirk formed as he handed over to her, letting his eyes roam down her body. 

“You don’t need bottoms right?” 

Rolling her eyes, she pulled off her dress and pulled the shirt over her head, then took her bra off underneath. He was basically ready for bed, having stripped down to his boxers. 

“Which side do you prefer?” he asked as he pulled down the duvet and sat down on the bed.

She shrugged and instead of climbing in next to him she decided to tease him a bit, “I was actually gonna crash on the couch,” she motioned to the door. 

Resting his elbows on his knees he looked at her, “Scuse me?” 

“I mean I usually sleep next to Gabby and I really can’t disturb her now, so ima crash on the couch,” she walked backwards to the door. The first time he ate her out was the only time she slept in his bed. 

In a flash he was off the bed and in front of her, “You really think ima let you sleep on the couch downstairs?” 

“Well I don’t expect you to go sleep downstairs,” she remained neutral feigning innocence. 

He huffed, “Mama I’ve been waiting to have sleepovers with you since we were sixteen,” his voice went low, “you think I’m really gonna let this opportunity slide?” his hands rested on her hips, “Really think ima give up an opportunity to hold you close to me,” he kissed her neck, “wake up next to you,” he walked them to the bed, “I’ll behave,” he smirked as he pulled her down onto the bed and turned the lamp off. She moved closer to him, resting her leg over his hip, she felt him tense up and something dawned on her. 

“I don’t like sleeping with panties,” she said sheepishly, “I only wear them here cos I usually sleep next to your sister,” swallowing and slightly flustered she continued, “I thought it wouldn’t be a problem now cos I’m sleeping next to you.” 

“You killing me mami,” he groaned, “promised I’d behave,” his hand moved up her thigh and pulled her closer until her bare center was against him, “you really don’t sleep with no panties?” he raised an eyebrow. 

Lucia laughed, “Yeah,” she nudged his nose with hers, “many people don’t,” feeling a little bit adventurous and brave, she ground down ever so slightly. 

“Lucia,” he warned, but she continued, “mami.” 

Smirking she kissed his nose, “What?” she moved slightly so her center was against his bare stomach, “Just getting comfy,” he didn’t look impressed, she could see his features hardening in the dark, leaning closer she kissed his lips which were set in a line, “thank you for earlier by the way,” she whispered and she felt him tense up even more and she sighed, kissing him again. 

“Baby,” she nudged his nose again when he didn’t respond. 

He had a murderous look on his face, she could tell, “Should have shot the motherfucker,” his hands held her close, “for touching what’s mine,” he kissed her roughly, “only mine,” he growled, pulling away and looking at her, “won’t let anyone hurt you baby.” 

“I know,” she whispered, kissing him back, her breath hitched as she felt his hand move up under her top until it was resting on her breast, his thumb drawing circles over the nipple until it pebbled. A few moments later she was pinned underneath him, his top pushed up under her neck and his mouth sucking at her nipples, while his one hand had her wrists pinned above her head in a lose grip and the other stroking her thigh. 

He flicked a nipple, letting the tip of his tongue graze against it, before tugging it gently with his teeth, “Fuck mami,” he groaned, feeling her center make contact with his covered erection. 

“Come on me,” she ground against him slightly. 

“What?” he froze, pulling away and moving to be level with her, “You sure?” 

Biting her lip she nodded, “It’s something I’ve been thinking of for a long time,” she confessed, “how it would feel.” 

“How long?” he let go of her wrists and wrapped his arms around her waist, “How long you been thinking about me coming on you mami?” 

She could hear the smirk in his voice and rolled her eyes, “Since before we were dating,” there was no point in lying, “been thinking about you like that for a long time,” she shrugged. 

“Yeah?” he asked innocently, while he pulled the shirt completely off of her, “What you think about?” he let his hands trail down the curve of her body, enjoying the feeling of the soft skin. 

“Baby,” she sighed.

“Come on ma,” he chuckled rolling off of her and sitting against the headboard, pulling her up and onto his lap, “Ima be honest, since we were sixteen most girls I fucked I thought of you,” he shrugged, “but you knew that,” it was true, it was something he repeatedly told her. 

“That’s not something to be proud of,” she shook her head. 

“I’m not but I couldn’t help it,” he shrugged, “fuck mami, used to jerk off at least once a day thinking of you,” he admitted, resting his head on her shoulder, she smiled and stroked the nape of his neck, “especially on days where you turned me down,” he chuckled, “remember the time I asked you out after that meeting at your house, you were wearing that white skirt,” he squeezed her sides, “fuck baby you tore me a new one that day, went home and thought bout bending you over the bed and hitting it from behind with that skirt on,” she kissed his head, “where were you off to anyway?” 

“Oh,” she stopped stroking his head and laughed, “actually went on a date.” 

“What?” he looked up at her, “with who?” his brows creased.

“Does it matter,” she laughed, slightly amused, “obviously it didn’t work out.” 

“Yes it does,” this boy was stubborn she thought, “I made it clear you were off limits,” he mumbled, “thought I got all those motherfuckers.” 

“It was Alfred.” 

“What?” he reached over and switched on the lamp so he could look at her fully.

“I was annoyed with you for interfering with my dating life,” she shrugged, “so I decided to take Alfred up on the offer to go for ice cream one afternoon after a meeting,” she stroked his cheeks, “it wasn’t really a date, we didn’t kiss or anything.” 

He rocked his jaw in frustration, “No wonder he was in such a good mood that day,” his bottom lip jutted out, something he did when he was really frustrated, “kept looking at me during that meeting. "

“Anyway,” she sighed, wanting to get back to their previous activity, “you were saying?” 

“That was one of my best jerk off memories and you just ruined it,” he looked down, shaking his head, “I loved that skirt.” 

“I’m sorry papi,” she kissed his nose, “if it makes you feel better,” she smirked, lifting his head up so he could look at her, “when I got home that night, I touched myself, thinking bout you while wearing that skirt,” his mouth opened a bit, “I remember I was annoyed that you looked so good that day and all I could think of was the look on your face when you were looking at me,” kissing him, “when I got home that day I went straight to my room, locked the door and pulled my panties off and rubbed my clit, thinking of you watching me while I touched myself.” 

“Fuck mami,” he groaned. 

“There was another day when I walked past the boxing rink at school and you were sparring with Mick,” she licked the shell of his ear, “that night I made myself squirt in the shower thinking about you.” 

“Lucia,” he moaned as she moved off of him and reached into his boxers, spreading the precum over his shaft.

“You wanna come for me Christopher?” she asked sweetly, kissing his neck, “I want you to come on me papi.” 

“Lay down,” he rolled them over, before sitting up and looking down at her spread legs, “touch yourself Lucia,” he growled, “show me how you play with yourself while you think of me,” he stroked himself, while she started circling her clit, “that’s it mami.” 

Lucia slipped a finger inside and slowly started stroking herself, “Rio,” she moaned, she was close, but in the past few weeks, her fingers were never enough, she had to use her toy to get off because her fingers weren’t as long as his nor as filling, “it’s not enough baby.” 

“It’s not enough?” he smirked, “Your fingers aint hitting the spot anymore?” she shook her head, “Oh babe,” he used his thumb to stroke her clit while she fingered herself, “that helping baby?” she nodded, “You want more?” she nodded again, “Wanna try something?” 

“What?” she opened her eyes and looked at him, leaning up on her elbows. 

He settled between her legs, lining his dick up against her center, “I ain’t gonna push in aight,” he told her, stroking her cheek and she nodded, feeling herself get wetter at the feeling of his dick rubbing against her. Soon they had a steady pace going and every few thrusts his head would hit against her clit. 

“Baby I’m coming,” she moaned, feeling her abdomen clench up and her walls contract, her orgasm shook through her as Rio continued to rub against her. 

“That’s it mami,” he groaned into her neck, “just like that, such a good girl coming so good over my dick,” he pinned her hands above her head and sat up, rubbing his head against her clit, soon he was shooting his load onto her stomach in long ropes, “fuck.” 

Before he could clean her up, she rubbed his come into her skin, “You really gonna kill me Lucia,” he bit his lip as he watched her. 

“I’m yours aren’t I?” she asked innocently, “Your girl right?” 

“My girl,” he nodded., still fixated on his cum soaking into her skin.  

#Rio good girls #Rio NBC #Good girls NBC #Graceland #Lucia x Rio

[antisociallilbrat]

We're The Losers, And We Always Will Be Chp. 4

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Summary: Two more losers join the group

A/N: You don't have to have seen Goosebumps 2 or Shazam to understand....I still haven't seen Goosebumps 2

“I’m just saying it would’ve made more sense to stop in Pennsylvania first. Now we’re having to double back there, wasting time and gas.”

At this point, Wendell had started just replying to Mike with a, “Mhm”. It was the fifth  time Mike has said that after all. Mike was the one finding the most frustration with them going to New York first, and then turning around to go back to Pennsylvania to only have to turn around  again to go back to Maine. “I have my reasons Mike,” was all Wendell had to rebuttal the first time he complained. When Mike had looked to Jacob, who was sitting up front with Wendell, for some type of agreement with him, Jacob just shrugged his shoulders, “It’s Wendell’s van, and Wendell's plan.”

Sonny is trying not to take it too personally that Mike is basically complaining about the fact that they picked him up in New York first before going to Pennsylvania to pick up the other three. He gets the the vibe that Mike is an unintentionally brash person.

It sounds like Mike has finally given up his complaining, his last little mumblings of how inefficient this was dying out, as he plugs in earbuds and looks out the window. Maybe Mike will take a nap Sonny wonders, he’s in travel clothes and they still have five hours till their next destination. He also looks exhausted like the other two.

Wendell is driving and humming softly to the music playing quietly on the radio, occasionally taking sips of an energy drink. Sonny gets the impression that Wendell has been the one driving the whole time. Wendell’s the only one out of the three that’s bothered to wear something besides sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, which is a little odd.

Sonny glances at the third passenger, who’s currently sitting in the front passenger seat. He’s now passed out against the door, and his hair is starting to look a little greasy. When Sonny first saw him, he instantly recognized him, even with the scars and cane. Surely the other two knew who he was, right? If they do, they don't seem bother by him.

Jacob was that kid all over the news a couple of years back, having been accused of killing some kid in his grade. He only remembers seeing him because his older sister thought Jacob was cute-looking. Gross. At least, if he remembers correctly, Jacob was found innocent. There was also that whole spiel about the wreck with his mother, that must be how he got the cane and scars. Jacob doesn't exactly seem like a killer in Sonny's opinion, but who knows, he's just met him. Were Jacob and him really friends in their past life? Did Sonny really have a past life? Apparently they all did and they were all friends?

It’s crazy to think about and it’s a little mind-numbing. He still can’t comprehend why he just agreed immediately to come with these guys. He had a great scholarship to a great college of science and technology too! He wants to be an electrical engineer, and he should be studying to get ahead this summer. Yet, when Wendell just showed up at his home and explained it (well some of it, he still had lots of questions but that will come later), he didn’t even think it over, he just agreed.

One quick bag packed later, and then he’s loading up in Wendell’s van outside his house, and meeting Mike and Jacob. When he met Mike, there was this feeling that something wasn’t quite right. He keeps looking over at Mike half expecting him to be wearing glasses, and he doesn’t quite know why.

Besides studying for school, he's really not leaving much at home. His mom won’t notice his absence until at least tomorrow, she’s working a double shift. His sister is off spending the summer with college friends, and it’s not like he has any friends of his own that will notice. Sam moved away two years ago and they haven’t kept in contact. It always kinda felt like Sam was just holding a place for someone. Or he figures now, someones.

He hasn’t had any friends for a while. His mom said he would make some at college, but she’s always at work so what does she really know about him? His sister just ignores him, too much of an ‘adult’ now to give her little brother the time of the day.

That’s probably part of the reason why he didn’t hesitate to agree to come. The prospect of having a friendship that’s so strong it surpasses all scientific logic? And not just with one person, but six? That’s really why he agreed so quickly. Whatever the ‘promise’ is can be dealt with when they get to Derry.

He’s still questioning the whole ‘reincarnated’ bit, but the other two seem to believe Wendell. Even Mike looks to be on board with the idea of it, and Sonny can tell that Mike is a very scientific person, a lot more so than him. He’ll do research when he gets to Derry, that’s his solution. If this all started there, hopefully once there, he can get some answers.

Sonny settles back into his seat and tries to settle himself. He’s shaking with anticipation, but for what? He guesses he’ll soon find out. Eventually, his mind tires out and he sees a flash of fiery red hair before he falls asleep.

-

“Hey, Sonny! Wake up, dude!”

He jerks awake at the sound of Wendell’s voice. “I’m awake, I’m awake,” he grumbles.

They’re in some city, Philadelphia presumably, and even at night, the city is alive. Cars are honking and people are walking up and down the sidewalks, enjoying the nice summer night. Mike is wide awake, and Jacob is still fighting sleep, refusing to wake up.

“Wendell, did you mean to bring us  here ?” Mike asks quizzically as he looks out the window. His question piques Sonny’s curiosity and causes him to look too. He sees what Mike means, who are they picking up  here?

“Yes,” Wendell responds, sure of himself.

Again, he wonders who out of their 'group' they’re picking up at a homeless shelter.

"Mike I need you to do something," Wendell says.

-

Freddy Freeman has not had a good life, but you can’t tell when you meet him. He’s learned that sometimes, you have to be the optimism in your own life when you keep getting knocked down. Find your own happiness, even if it’s as simple as in the comic books you dig out of the dumpster.

Nowadays, he’s finding it harder to find joy in his life.

He’s just another homeless youth that aged out of the foster care system, trying to find his way in life. Being forced to live on the street, bouncing from homeless shelter to homeless shelter, and being crippled on top of all of that, it’s hard to find some direction in life. He’s tried looking for work, but no one wants to hire a homeless boy perpetually on crutches. His life can’t keep being like this, he can’t stay here, in Philadelphia. He has this feeling, or sense, that he should start heading north. Maybe he can hitchhike there? That’s a thought for tomorrow though.

The homeless shelter he’s picked for tonight is a little nicer than some of the ones he’s been in, still, though, he tries to hide his crutches under his bed with his jacket. Don’t want to go through another morning where he wakes up to discover they’ve been stolen, again. His bet of actually falling asleep is to do so before everyone comes in to settle for the night at lights out. His fellow patrons can be loud.

Before bed, he pulls out his favorite comic, the one about a group of friends fighting monsters. This comic in particular has always been a real sense of comfort for him growing up. What he wouldn’t do to have friends like that? A group of friends that love each other so much that they're willing to do die for one another? He wants that, especially when it feels like he's been alone his whole life.

The main hero of the comic has wild curly hair and radiant green eyes, always cocky and saying a cheesy punchline before he decapitates the monster of the issue. What a man.

Ya know, the character looks kinda like the guy that’s just entered the shelter….who is heading straight to him.

“Are you Freddy?” he asks, a little harshly, once he gets close enough.

He’s dazed, “Huh?” He’s seen this guy somewhere before, and not just because he looks like the guy from the comic! Although he does look a lot like him, even with his baggy clothes on. Also, what, he knows his name?

The guy sighs, “Look, are you Freddy or not?”

“Uh yeah, that would be me. Freddy Freeman, a real  free  man so to say,” he laughs awkwardly.

All he gets for his joke is an eye-roll, okay, so maybe this guy isn’t exactly like the main character in the comic. But where the hell has he seen him before?

“Okay cool. Now come on, I don’t have all night. Get your stuff,” the guy reaches down to grab Freddy’s tattered duffle bag.

Instinctively he yanks his bag out of his reach, “Hold up dude, I’m not gonna go anywhere with you! I don’t know you.” Cute or not, he’s not about to follow some random guy outside, that's how you get killed.

“Okay okay! I get it,” he holds his hands back, “I’m Mike, Mike Wheeler.”

“Still doesn’t mean I’m going with you.”

Mike  dares to look annoyed, “Why the hell did Wendell send me in here,” he says under his breath.

“Who’s Wendell?”

“He’s uh, he’s a friend of mine. Sorta."

"How can someone be sorta your friend?" he asks

Sighing, Mike replies, "It's a long story, I'll explain later. Look I get it, you don’t know me, and I just show up here asking you to come with me. Believe me, you have no idea how much I get how weird and sketchy it is. But I need you to come with me, it’ll make sense along the way,” he sounds almost pleading.

This is a joke, right? Mike just plans on robbing him or beating him up the moment they get outside right? Despite the instincts he’s cultivated from all his years in foster care and now the streets, there’s something different about Mike. They’ve met before, somehow, somewhere. Some lifetime.

A hammock, hidden kisses, gazebos, and a broken promise.

He just stares back at Mike.

“If you just come with me, there’s a guy in a van, his name is Wendell, and he can explain a lot more than me. He's the one who can explain why I need you to follow me. There are two other guys, Sonny and Jacob, and we’re looking for three more. You’re one of the three. I can’t tell you why exactly, hell I’m not even sure myself why we’re doing this, but we have to go.  Wendell needs to take us to -”

“Derry.”

Mike looks back at him surprised, “Uh yeah, we have to go to Derry. It's up in Maine. Have you heard of it before?”

“Nope,” he pops the p sound. It’s the truth, he’s never heard of Derry once in his life. But for some reason, he knows of it, and he gets the feeling he doesn’t want to go back.

“Huh, I was like that too,” Mike says more to himself, “It’s your choice to make, I can’t make you come with me, but I  really  think you should,” he addresses Freddy this time.

“And this ‘Wendell’ can explain more? Wendell, who is supposedly waiting in the van outside?”

“Well, that’s what I said isn’t it?” Where does Mike get the right be sarcastic right now? It's kinda funny, a little.

He should say no, but what does he have to lose? And going up north doesn’t sound entirely too bad, maybe that's where he was going to head up the whole time, for uh, some reason. He feels some almost supernatural pull to go there, even if the idea Derry is giving him the heebie-jeebies. Maybe this 'Wendell' can explain why that is anyways.

Instead of an answer, he reaches below his cot to grab his jacket and crutches, and he does see Mike’s surprise at them. “Okay Mike, take me to this Wendell.”

Mike goes to grab his duffle bag again, and again he stops him, “I can carry my own bag.”

-

“Wait, wait a second, you’re telling me, that I had another life?”

“I know it sounds crazy but-”

“Are you kidding me? It sounds awesome! It’s like some sort of-of superhero origin story! This is so cool!” Freddy cuts him off. Out of everyone else, Freddy has definitely had an interesting reaction in Wendell’s opinion.

Mike scoffs, “Cool? Really? You think that being ‘reincarnated’,” he makes finger quotes, “and having to go to bum fuck nowhere Maine to keep some, some promise we made in our past life, is cool?!”

“Well, that’s what I said isn’t it?” Freddy replies in a mocking tone.

“I think it’s kinda cool.” Mike shoots a glare at Sonny, “Only for scientific reasons of course,” he amends.

“Whatever  Fredrick , this isn’t some superhero story,” Mike says.

“Don’t call me Fredrick!”

“It’s your name isn’t it?!”

Trashmouth, more like Smartmouth.  Wendell chuckles at the thought. He's so thankful to have found Freddy. All he knew was that he was somewhere in Philadelphia, and when he got here, he had to wait for guidance to tell him exactly where Freddy was as he drove around the city. The Turtle did not disappoint.

The two are continuing to bicker, causing Jacob to shift in his sleep. “Mmmhm,” he starts to grumble in his sleep, pulling the scrunched-up hoodie he was using as a makeshift pillow tighter around his head.

Wendell glances over at him, Jacob’s notebook is still open in his lap. His latest drawing, a portrait, is on display. It’s one of an older man with tight brown curls and a kippah sitting delicately in his hair. A pair of small reading glasses sit on the tip of his nose, and he’s smiling. Surely that can’t be who he thinks it is? Does Jacob even know who he drew?

On the stretch of drive to Indiana, when it was just him and Jacob, he learned that Jacob remembers basically four things, a boy missing an arm, Georgie , the face of a man who sometimes appears as a boy,  Stanley , a clown,  Pennywise , and  terror . He doesn’t think Jacob knows the context behind these things, but he will, eventually. Wendell will either explain when they get to Derry or Jacob will pick up the memories when they get there himself.

Regardless, their next stop should be an interesting one for Jacob.

“Stop calling me Fredrick! How would you feel if I called you ‘Michael’ huh?!”

“I’d feel like you just called me by name.”

“Ugh!” Jacob has given up on sleeping, as he yanks awake to glare at the two bickerers in the back.

Mike is smiling smugly, “Look at what you did Fredrick, you woke up poor Jacob.”

Freddy doesn’t retort back, and is just looking at Jacob bewilderedly, “Aren’t you the teenager that killed that kid?”

“What?!” Mike shrieks.

Shit.

A/N: Is it that obvious I haven't figured out Sonny as a character? Also, sorry to do that to Freddy. In this universe he never ended up with the family like he did in the Shazam movie, and at this point he's aged out of foster care. And he never met Billy Batson. For some reason this was a harder chapter write and it's probably my least favorite I've written so far. But it's out ! One more chapter to get Syd and Stan and then off to Derry! Once we get to Derry, the chapters will be longer so there may be longer time between updates. It'll be worth it though! Lemme know what you think!

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[skinks]

richie, instantly getting a boner at the sight of ‘drunk with something to prove cowboy’ eddie: who thinks i can get us kicked out in under 5 minutes for being much more horny and gay than allowed in this public bar???

Eddie unbuttons his shirt to the bandit crest of his scar, whips his boring tie in a boleadoras attack at Richie’s head, and Richie’s legs actually give out.

He slumps hobbled against the bullpen fence groaning helpless and salt-cracked. He’s glad the bar is bouncing between dark and rainbow beer-sign neon, and that the bullpen is hiding where he’s hot and stiffening. Eddie’s acting like an idiotic man twenty years his junior, leather-chaps gap between his thighs as he jumps around like a loon. That’s mirage-talk though, dangerous to reach for something Richie never saw and never will—as if Eddie at twenty was ever sleek and wild as this pitching bronco demon with a horseshoe hole in his chest. Richie’s mouth won’t close. His head is a mushroom cloud of Midwest alcohol, but even still. Jesus, his cock is filling out ripe with blood in public with his reclaimed posse of compadres, like he’s sixteen again in gym class or the quarry or the slimy woods, when the tendons carving desert-golden riverbeds down the backs of Eddie’s knees to brace his downy calves formed divots Richie ached to slide his tongue into.

He presses his hips against the fake-wood PVC fence, traps his hard dick there and wants, wants, bandsaws his tight jaw back and forth—hopes. Hopes like an adult hopes, that his fate might not rest in the hands of unknowable hormonal misfires but in the persuasive properties of his own rattlesnake tongue, in the dark corner of a bar in Hemingford Home, Nebraska. Eddie knows about his cowboy thing, he must be doing this on purpose. What other explanation for the way he’s tipping an invisible Stetson right at Richie with a high-noon grin, his whole stripling, rawhide body undulating from sensible boots to narrow shoulders like the whipping wave of a lasso, what the fuck. Where did Eddie “sits in his Chrysler then at a desk for eight hours then his Chrysler again then his couch watching HGTV all evening” Kaspbrak, Richie’s bureaucratic best friend, acquire core strength like that?

Firm ass curves, the bull rears thunderous, Eddie rides it like a cloud. Like it’s nothing. Like he does this all the time. Neon catches shadows in the creases of his slacks around his thighs, his groin. Does he — the way he keeps glancing back like he’s checking on his audience, would he work himself like that til he comes naked on Richie’s secret raging hardon later tonight if Richie begged, no hands and cocky and swiping his pelvis forward and back like a slingshot? Tame me. Shoot me. Break me to ride. Shrike my body to your cactus spike. Wrench the metal bit back against my gums with unforgiving reins wrapped around your knuckles. Kick the spurs of your bony Maine ankles into my fleshy sides while I rage inside you, and draw my blood, please, please, please, I want your gold rush. The crushing prairie heat of the bar sucks sweat from his hairline. Breezy whines roll from Richie’s chest like tumbleweed. Bill pats his back in sympathy and something that feels like good luck, pardner, nice knowing you.

The music plucks and twangs and coils and croons and strangers are screaming for Eddie Kaspbrak, reluctant risk analyst, enthusiastic monster-killer. Kid who giggled at Richie’s upside-down bunk-bed antics, but only Richie Tozier knows that. Richie’s shoulders go weak watching him arch his sunbleached canines in a grin above his ever-evil tongue, licking cornbread honeyglaze sweet from his lip, watching Richie back as he trips the bull’s spine like the rodeo ringmaster. Bev and Patty and Audra are all whooping their heads off while Mike and Ben are busy slotting more coins in the thing to keep it bucking. But Eddie dismounts gracefully to worldwide consternation, swaggers forward all John Wayne by way of Amazon jaguar, like he really has been clenching his juicy little thighs around a mustang for the last six months on the high Sierra trail in his gray-wool slacks. Richie’s dully shocked he didn’t do a somersault, panting grateful he didn’t; saved the undertaker nailing up another wooden box.

Nebraskans are tossing one dollar notes into the ring for an encore, and Richie’s cock is hanging thick between his legs for a riding. Fake PVC wood creaks in his fists as Eddie grabs him by the bolo tie he wore special for the occasion, tugs him down into a greasy onion-batter kiss, their first kiss, yippee-ki-yay, hi-ho silver, I’d give you my heart for a fistful of dollars, my soul for a few dollars more. Richie pushes Eddie’s sweating mouth open with his mouth and Eddie is scrambling over the fence with none of his previous grace, grabbing overflowing tousles into Richie’s dust-devil hair. Stanley is firing handfuls of beer nuts their way like it’s a shotgun wedding already, which it might as well be, given how Richie’s bending Eddie back into the bullpen fence and gasping thank you, Eds, oh thank god, fucking yeehaw, Eddie, holy shit, will you do me like you did that bull, I still love you, I’m sorry but I do, into this never-ending kiss and how Eddie’s licking the salt from his wounds and laughing I know, god, finally, I love your weird cowboy fetish, Rich, I love you, why the fuck else would I do that, and steel-guitar waltzes a slow romance with a fiddle as the bull slows and they all nine of them stumble out through the wafting bald-eagle wings of a saloon door and into the dark, hot, cold, together, alive, and star-spangled

#im still drunk and listening to my dick riding playlist sorry #ficlet

[pjobroadwayslut14]

The Seven (+reyna, nico, and will) watch “IT: Chapter Two”

part 2 of this

this is really long i’m sorry also i’ve only seen chapter 2 a couple times because it’s long and mildly boring don’t @ me

They decide to watch the movie in costume, because they liked the first one so much

leo was richie, piper was bev, annabeth was stan, hazel was mike, will was ben, percy was bill, and jason was eddie

they had been looking forward to this the entire time the romans were at camp jupiter

they knew the movie was long so they buried themselves in snacks from the stolls

when they first saw all the adult losers, annabeth was tripping over herself on how good the casting was

jason was pissed that richie and eddie weren’t together before the movie

“myra? wait MYRA? WHY??”

he doesn’t really understand the concept of them not remembering each other

“you’re lucky you’re pretty jason” “LEO ARE YOU SEEING THIS?”

once they meet at the jade, everyone is kind of uncomfortable because the losers don’t know about stan yet and they are joking about how he’s too pussy to come

when eddie says “let’s take our shirts off and kiss” jason starts vibrating with joy so leo climbs off his lap and jason pauses the tv, stands in front of it, and says “DID YOU HEAR THAT?!!”

they rewind like seven times but nobody pays attention except nico, who hears it and says nothing

hazel cries a little when the losers find out about stan

“but,,,patty seemed so heartbroken over the phone!!!”

they’re demigods so they don’t really get scared by too much so it’s pretty uneventful for a while

except for the scene where eddie goes to the pharmacy and the doctor is being weird

nico started giggling to himself

will practically read his mind

“nico, don’t.”

through fits of giggles nico managed a “look will! it’s you!”

nobody heard except will, who supplied “oh i’ll get you for that one” and started tickling him

causing nico to start laughing really loud

which got them yelled at by everyone else

when pennywise starts torturing richie in the park, jason tells them they should skip through this part

nico gives him a small look of appreciation and try’s the few tears that managed to escape

percy almost throws up when ben almost got buried alive

and then it was uneventful for a while again save for leo getting up to go to the bathroom every five minutes out of boredom

then comes the scene with richie and eddie “you’re braver than you think”

they ALL let a few tears escape, except for reyna, who has been nervous the entire time for what’s going to happen during *THAT* scene

richie gets caught in the dead lights and will screams fairly loud

“NO it’s alright i’m fine! it just startled me it’s fine i’m okay NICO STOP LAUGHING”

eddie goes to save him and jason makes a really obnoxious aw sound for a solid 10 seconds

as eddie is straddling richie after the deadlights jason starts chanting

“kiss! kiss! kiss! ki-“

and then it happened

percy threw up, hazel fainted, frank was already asleep, and jason made a sound like he had been punched

half of them missed the final fight with pennywise due to being in the bathroom or passed out

they were all back by the time to see eddie die though

jason started screaming at the screen, piper was sobbing loudly, and everyone else was just in shock as neibolt collapsed

all heads turned to nico, expecting some sort of snarky comment but all they saw was will holding on to nico for dear life as he sobbed and nico facing the tv with his mouth open and large tears streaming down his face in waves

they decide not to say anything

the state of shock only wears off as richie is recarving r+e into the kissing bridge

jason wakes the entire camp.

“ITS CANON OH MY GODS DID YOU SEE THAT ITS CANON THEY WERE IN LOVE!!”

after the movie is over and hazel turns on the lights they all sit stunned for a while

leo was not happy.

“THATS IT?! THAT SUCKED! I WASTED 10 HOURS OF MY LIFE ON THAT BULLSHIT, ONLY FOR MY FAVORITE CHARACTER TO END UP SAD?! AND THAT ENDING?! WHAT THE HELL!”

will and nico leave early to go back to cabin 13, clearly a little too affected by it

percy: “welp. we’re never watching that ever again.”

annabeth:”only the first o-“

she was interrupted by frank, who said,

“what did i miss?”

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[earth-architect]

Senior Year Adventures (zuko x OC) pt.9

“we are going to have a great night”

Hey I’m here

She’s been standing in front of the mirror ever since she finished getting ready,” is the dress too much, do I have too much makeup on, will he like the way I look.” Millions of thoughts had run through her head, Zuko’s text brought her back to earth. Kianna nervously looked at the text, willing herself to get up, walk out of the door to the waiting boy that was sitting in his car. She takes on deep breath with a small mental peep talk, walked to her front door and open it. She almost walked right into Zuko, who looked like he was just about to knock on the door.

“Oh hey” she said, she could feel the blush forming on her skin, praying he didn’t notice.

“Hey, I didn’t know if you saw my text “he answers with a slight chuckle. She gives off a nervous laugh but stops as soon as she gets a better looks at him and she swears her heart stops. ‘red shirt? Leather jacket?? Is he trying to kill me’?

While she panicked on the inside at how good Zuko looked, she failed to notice he was checking her out as well. It seemed like eternity before Zuko broke the silence.

“well I guess we better go?”

“oh yes sorry,” She gives him a shy smile as they walk to his car, her eyes never leaving him. she tried to figure out what was different about him today. It almost seemed like he was a little nervous, which was new to her from the usual laid-back attitude he has. She could almost feel how tense he was, and it made her wonder. Was he tense because she had basically friend zoned him? should she tell him she didn’t mean to? How would she even begin to fraise a sentence like that? ‘Hey Zuko, just so you know we don’t have to just be friends’ or maybe she should say ‘hey Zuko I was just trying to show I care about you deeply not block you in a Platonic corner’

“Hey you ok? We’re at the store now”, Zuko said breaking Kianna’s train of thought. She hadn’t realized she had been in such a deep thought; she practically missed a 10-minute ride and who knows how long they were sitting in front of the store.

“ Y-Yeah sorry I was just thinking of what to get” she quickly got out of the car, hoping he couldn’t see through her lie

“We normally stick to beer and vodka, but if you can think of something everyone else might like it’ll defiantly be gone by the end of the night.” she explains as they walk into the store. She makes sure she catches the eye of the cashier as they walk in, giving him a slight nod.

“So how are we even going to buy anything?” He asked as she picks up the beer Sokka and Toph likes.

“I have my fake with me, and I know the cashier, we do each other favors”

“Oh”, he said, you could just hear the disappointment, “so, you two know each other pretty well”

“Oh yeah we go way back,” she says, kinda confused as to why he cares “his boyfriend likes to buy my work, that’s how we meet”

“Your work?” She almost turns to him to look at him like he’s stupid but then Remembers ‘he’s new’

“Yeah I commission a few art pieces every once and a while”

“Oh, wow so you must be good then “he says as he gets a case of Mikes hard lemonade.

”I mean I’m nothing extraordinary, it’s just a hobby, maybe you’ll see one of my pieces tonight at toph’s.”she takes a small brows through the wine section, deciding to get a bottle of rosé, ‘if I’m getting drunk tonight I might as well drink my favorite’.

“I think we got enough,” they begin to walk towards the check out, “unless you can think of something else to get.”

“Actually, yeah you start getting everything ringed up I have one more thing to get.” before she could even answer Zuko was rushing off to another isle

“Hey Ki” she hears dragging her attention away from Zuko’s fleeting form.

“Hey dyl what’s new” she smiles

“Nothing new, guess you’re having a toph party,” He give her a knowing smirk “who’s that guy, I’ve never seen him around you before.”

“Oh, that’s Zuko he’s new to our group” she tries to busy herself, digging in her bag for her wallet.

“Hmm new friend or new boyfriend.” he teases her. She opened her mouth to say something back but was Interrupted by Zuko, who placed down a bottle of tequila, he’s standing so close to her she can feel the heat radiating from him, ‘great,’ she thought ‘he’s a living furnace, my favorite.’

“Kianna? You gonna introduce me to your friend here?” Dylan’s sneaky remark make her give him a small glare.She rolls her eyes “Dylan this is Zuko, he’s new to the school and the group, Zuko this is Dylan, my plug.”

“Ouch I’m just your plug? I so hurt, but nice to meet you man.”

“Yeah nice to meet you too,” Zuko responds with a nod.

“By the way jake is going to call you soon, he wants to talk to you about buying that piece again, the one with the turtle duck pond and garden.”

“I’ve told you guys that one is not for sa-”

“I know but that one is worth a lot of money, money you n- “

“Can you just hurry up Dylan, were running late” she snaps

After that Everyone is Silent, only the beeps of the cash register can be heard. When Dylan finishes, she hands him half of the total in cash while Zuko rushes to pay for the rest. She quickly grabs some of the bags and walks out the door with a quick wave to Dylan, basically jogging to Zuko’s car.

“Are you ok?” He asks as he starts to drive off, heading to toph house. She stays silent for a while, deciding if she should lie or pour her heart out.

“Yeah I’m totally fine. “she fakes a smile and she already knows it didn’t convince him.

“We are going to have a great night.”

A/n: so i got excited and I’m posting early!! Let me know what you guys think about the written part, I’ll be have more of them. Aslo this part is being broken up in 2 so the second part will be up tomorrow!! If you want to be added to the tag list just let me know.p.s thank you guys so much for the love!!!P.P.s (guess this is my thing now lol) s special thank you for the awesome support to my new friend!!( they know who they are).

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The Awakening Ch 1: Final battle

(Author note: I’m so sorry to everyone for the long delay of The Awakening. @attitudeangels was the one writing this until she had family problem, so she ask me if I can finish for her. Give AttitudeAngels some support and love. Thanks to everyone for the wait and sorry again, hope you enjoy it)

After the Loser Club found out Mike lied about the ritual and now they have to face themselves with pennywise once again. When they his true form and tell them for their blind mistake. Pennywise started chasing them around the cave, not before long the Loser split up in different directions, which confused the giant clown.

Richie POV:

Me and Eddie ran into a cave trying to get away from Pennywise. We kept running down the cave, trying to find a way out, then ran into three doors.

“Shit. You gotta be fucking kidding me”

“Um, all right. “Not scary at all.” All right? Eddie said

“No no no”

“W-wait why?

“They’re flipped, he fucking with us”

“Are you sure”

“Trust me”

“Positive”

“Yes”

“Okay”

We walked towards the very scary door. I turned the door knob and opened it. It was a dark closet, then a voice called out.

“Where’s my shoe?”. My heart started speeding up. I pulled the string to turn on the light bulb. We heard tap dancing, and it started getting closer then giggling. A girl without a torso started skipping towards us. We started to scream then shut the door.

“What the fuck!”

“You told me to trust you!” Eddie said

“He’s not fucking with us, let’s go to “Not scary at all.”

“Okay”

Eddie was scared to see what’s on the other side of the door. He turned the door knob and opened it slowly. “It’s all right. Let’s go” Eddie said. We started to walk forward then we heard a noise then looked down to see a little Pomeranian.

“Oh shit” Richie whisper

The little Pomeranian just staring at us with his tongue out

“No way am I falling for this shit again”

“Oh yeah. That things a fucking monster”

“Richie, make it sit”

“I know yours moves, you little bitch”

Then we heard growling behind

Eddie whisper “Richie, it’s gone man”

“Yeah, wait”

“Okay”

We both turned around to look at the little Pomeranian

“Sit”!

“He did it”!

“Oh that’s cute”

“That’s a good boy”

“That’s actually super cute”

“That’s a good boy”

“Are you a good boy”

“Good boy”

Then out of nowhere the Pomeranian turned into a giant monster. We screamed at the last second, before it was about the launch at us, we closed the door shut.

“Shit” Eddie yelled

“Yo, next time, we just go with regular, “scary.”

“Next time!” I yelled

We speed walked out of that cave and trying to find a way out.

3rd POV:

When bill came out of the water, he swam toward the edge then he pulled himself out. Mike was hiding behind the rock, when he turned around and saw Bill on the fall trying to catch his breath.

“Bill” Mike whisper

He stands up and about to help bill when pennywise pop out of nowhere. “Miss me” pennywise shout

“I know what you are. That’s why I’m not afraid” Mike said

Pennywise wrapped his arm around Mike then pulled out his claws. He lifted him off the ground, then started laughing.

“Well, I know what you are. A madmen”

Pennywise opened his mouth and more Sharp teeth came out, he was about to bite Mike when he got hit with a rock. Mike turned his head to see who saved him.

“Hey, fuckface!”

The giant clown turned his head then threw Mike into the rock wall, after Mike landed he groaned in pain. Richie picked another rock and look at IT

“You wanna play Truth or Dare”?

“Here’s the truth. You’re a sloppy bitch”!

“Yeah, that’s right”!

“Let’s dance! Yippee-ki-yay mot…

When Richie was about to throw the rock, pennywise put Richie under his deadlights. He lifted him off the ground and showed him his worst fears. Eddie ran out of the cave and saw Richie caught in pennywise deadlights.

“Oh shit Richie”

Eddie backup against the wall then he looked at the spear that Beverly gave to him before they went deeper into the sewer

“This… kills monsters. If you believe it does. If you believe it does”

“IF YOU BELIEVE IT DOES…. BEEP BEEP, MOTHERFUCKER!!”

Eddie threw the spear. It landed in pennywise mouth, he let go of Richie then he landed on the ground, but he hasn’t fully if out of the effects

Eddie POV:

“Hey Rich, wake up! Come on, man! Wake up”!

“Don’t do this to me, Rich, I swear don’t-”

“What do I do, what do I do? Fuck! What… this happened to be once and ben…”

“I hope this works”

I looked at Richie then his lips, I placed my hands on the side of his face. I took a deep breath and exhaled. l lean in and kissed Richie. I couldn’t tell if it was working, then I felt a hand on the back of my head and then Richie pulled me a little closer. I didn’t want it to end, but I had to end it.

“Hey there he is! I did it, Rich I think I killed IT! I- think-”

Then out of nowhere Richie pushed me to the side, I heard a loud crash.

“We gotta move, buddy” Richie said quietly

“How did you- you just saved my ass, I could've…”

“Yeah and I gave you the ted talk about it later if you want, but now we gotta kill this fucking clown”

Time skip

After the Losers Club bullied pennywise to death and got his heart. When they place their hands on the heart. When Richie and Eddie’s fingers slightly touch, then they slowly interlocked their fingers and they hold on to each other. Eddie looked at Richie, he felt his face heat up. Then he looked back at the heart and the Losers crushed it.

At the lake

When Bev jumped into the water first then the others jumped in after her. They were so happy to be free from pennywise and finally killing him. When they started cleaning themselves. Richie and Eddie were doing their business and then they looked at each other, they smiled at each other and then they moved towards each other.

“Ed’s-”

“Rich I was so fucking scared”

Then they hug each other

“I never been so scared in my whole life, I could if die”

“Breathe eddie, it’s over. Don’t worry we did it, we killed the clown, it all over”

“I have to tell you something, you gotta promise me. You won’t freak out”

“What is it Rich”?

“Ed’s I been in love with you for 30 years

"You’re”

Richie pulled away to see Eddie

“Yeah I’m gay… everything Bowers said about me was true when we were kids, there’s that”

“It’s fine Richie, I felt the same way about you”

They look at each other, slowly leaned in. They kissed passionately, Richie ran his fingers through Eddie’s hair. They pulled away and touched each other’s forehead. Then they heard whistling from the Losers, Eddie giggle and Richie started yelling at them

“OH COME ON, DON’T DO THAT, FUCK ALL OF YOU, ME AND EDDIE WERE HAVING A MOMENT!”

“SERIOUS RICHIE IT TOOK YOU THIS LONG TO TELL EDDIE HOW YOU FEEL. IT’S ABOUT TIME YOU GREW SOME BALLS, RICHIE” Stanley said

“WELL THATS JUST FUCKING RUDE”!

Everyone started laughing and splashing each other, playing childish games. Then they got tired and swam back to shore then started walking back to town. While they were walking and some of them were talking to each other. Eddie was right behind Richie, he looked down at Richie’s hand. He took a deep breath then he gently grabbed Richie hand then wrapped his fingers around, Richie looked at, Eddie, smiled then he did the same thing.

Skip time

When they went back to the hotel and everyone took a shower and settled down, they decided to celebrate their victory and their freedom. They were drinking like crazy, they were cracking jokes, playing games and a little bit of dancing. A few hours later when things were finally settled, everyone went to their room, but when Eddie was about to go into this room, he turned around and walked towards Richie room. He knocked on the door. Richie open the door and smiled at Eddie

“Hey Ed’s what brings you here”?

“Nothing I was just wondering what if I can sleep with you tonight”

“Oh s-sure Eddie”

“Okay just let me get somethings and I’ll be in there”

“Okay”

Eddie walked back into this room and grabbed a couple of small things like, toothbrush, toothpaste, his phone etc. Then he changed into his pajamas, grabbed his things and went into Richie’s room.

“Richie is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just thinking”

“That’s dangerous”

“Yeah, so are you”

“What that supposed to mean?”

“I like you Eddie… More than anything”

Eddie smiled and he remembered how his heart was pounding against his chest and having butterflies in his stomach.

“I like you too, Richie more than a friend”

Richie smiled and hold Eddie hand

“What do we do”

“Well, first of all stop calling me Ed’s

Richie rolled his eyes and chuckled

"Second, we should wait and see what happens next?”

Richie looked at Eddie, he placed his hand on Eddie cheek and gently rubbed his cut on his face. He closed his eyes and moved closer into Richie’s hand, he looked up at him. Eddie leaned in, then he kissed him. Richie pulled Eddie closer and made the kiss deeper. Eddie grip onto his hair. Richie gently pushed him down onto the bed and they had a heated make out. When they pulled apart to catch their breath, Eddie pushed Richie onto his back then he got on top of him.

Eddie slowly took off his shirt

To be continued

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Rivalry — Part 2

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: Strong language.

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Olivia was gone long before Calum woke up the next morning. He wasn’t at all surprised, but there was a part of him that wished, just once, she would stay. He hadn’t planned on developing feelings for the twin sister of the person he hated most in the world. Sure, he’d wanted her since the very first time he saw her, but he’d thought that it was purely lust. Of course, he never thought that he’d act on it in the first place, so he shouldn’t have been surprised that things didn’t go as he planned.

He was pulling his shirt on as he came down the staircase, not caring if anyone saw the scratches on his back or the hickeys on his neck and chest. Ashton was already in the kitchen, cooking breakfast, when Calum entered. Ashton was one of Calum’s closest friends. He even knew that Calum had feelings for someone that he was sleeping with. Calum hadn’t told him that it was Olivia, though; the only person who knew that was his best friend, Luke. He wasn’t surprised that as soon as Ashton saw him, he could tell that he was in a mood. “What’d she do this time?”

“Nothing new.” Calum huffed, grabbing a mug and the coffee pot. “I just hate falling asleep with her in my arms and waking up with her gone.”

“Have you told her that yet?”

Calum gave Ashton an exasperated look. “You know I can’t. She barely wants to talk to me as things are. I swear she’s only in it for the sex.”

He heard a chuckle behind him before a new voice said, “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Not everyone is afraid of human connection, Mike.” Ashton defended. “Cal, I’m sure it won’t go as badly as you think it will. At least try, yeah?”

Calum nodded but didn’t reply. He could already guess what would happen if he tried to tell Olivia how he was feeling. She would probably reject him and never speak to him again, which he really didn’t want to happen. He figured being with her at all was better than scaring her away.

A few hours later, he and his teammates were at the stadium, where he knew he would see her again. As they walked onto the field to begin warming up, he couldn’t stop his eyes from flickering to the stands, right to where Olivia was sitting with her parents and younger sister. He tried not to scowl at the jersey that she was wearing the, opposing team’s colors clear for everyone to see.

He should have been used to it. After all, she’d been wearing those colors long before they started hooking up. At that point, though, he wasn’t sure that he’d ever get used to it. Sometimes he imagined looking up and seeing her wearing his colors, his last name on the back of her shirt instead of her brother’s, cheering for him instead of Oliver.

His attention shifted to the man in question. The bane of his fucking exsistence. If not for Oliver, he doubted Olivia would have a problem with being seen around Calum in public. They might even have been officially dating by then if not for fucking Oliver.

Calum honestly wasn’t even sure why they hated each other so much. Oliver had some unknown grudge against Calum, and eventually the constant jabs and cocky remarks had pissed Calum off enough that it had turned into a full on rivalry.

It was pretty clear to everyone that the tension had gotten worse between the two in the past month. Calum had been getting increasingly frustrated about his feelings for Olivia and the person who stood in his way, and he’d absolutely been taking it out on him on the field and over social media.

The game was pretty brutal. Both Calum and Oliver playing at their best, trying to outdo the other. Calum’s gaze flickered to the girl in the crowd whenever it could. Every once in a while, he would catch her already looking at him, a small smirk on her lips. When his team won, he had hoped to see her standing, cheering for him, but she wasn’t. When he looked at her, there was only a trace of a smile on her lips, and it quickly vanished as her mother turned to tell her something.

He huffed and turned back to his team. The win probably would’ve taken his mind off of her if not for the person who approached him just then. “Hood.”

He looked at Michael and rolled his eyes before turning to face Oliver. “What, Jennings?”

“I know you cheated. When I figure out how, you’re done.”

“Oh, fuck off. You lost fair and square because we’re better than you.”

“No way. I know you did something.” Oh, how Calum wanted to tell Oliver just what, exactly, he had done; what he had done to his sister, specifically. His momentary silence gave Oliver a chance to rip into him again. “And don’t think no one noticed those fucking hickeys on your neck. Honestly, I feel bad for whatever slut you convinced-”

“Shut the fuck up.” The rage in Calum’s voice was enough to silence everyone in hearing distance; which, he quickly realized, included Olivia.

He saw her eyebrows shoot up and her lips part in surprise. He hoped that she’d heard what Oliver said so that she wouldn’t think he was the one picking the fight. Luckily, Oliver wasn’t done talking. “What? Are you whipped, Hood? Does your little whore have-”

He didn’t get to finish because suddenly Calum was lunging at him fist first. He got one good hit in before he was being pulled back. He saw a few guys holding Oliver back, and suddenly Olivia was there, standing between the two seething men.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Oliver yelled, struggling against his teammates.

“Don’t fucking talk about her like that!” Calum replied. He convinced Michael that he wasn’t going to attack again and shook him off.

“Ollie, why don’t we just go, okay?” Olivia said, her voice stern. “You don’t want to get in a fight right now.”

Oliver’s anger visibly lessened, but when he looked over her shoulder at Calum he scowled again. “Are you taking his side? Against your own brother?”

“Don’t know why she wouldn’t. You’re a bit of a prick, mate.” Calum cringed at Michael’s words, though he didn’t disagree.

“Of course, I’m on your side. I just don’t want you getting hurt. It’s not worth it.” Calum heard what sounded like desperation in her voice and knew that if he didn’t walk away, she would end up blaming him for the fight, if she didn’t already.

So, he huffed out a ‘whatever’ and grabbed his duffle, turning and walking off the field. He heard his team starting to follow him, and ignored Oliver’s taunts to the best of his ability.

Back in the car, his team quickly recovered from their surprise and started celebrating again. No one mentioned the fight. And they sure as hell didn’t bring up Calum’s mystery girl.

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After getting showered, Calum convinced the boys to go for celebratory drinks. He chose Rudy’s partially because he knew Oliver wouldn’t be there, and partially because he knew that it was Olivia’s favorite bar, so there was a good chance she would be there.

His eyes scanned every table and booth in the place while he waited on his beer. As they walked to join Ashton and Michael at their booth, Luke cleared his throat. “If you want… I can tell Cara we’re here. I’m sure she’ll drag Liv and Jessie along with her.”

“I think I might’ve pissed her off earlier. It was stupid to punch her brother right in front of her.”

“She’s smart, Cal. And she knows that her brother can be a dick. Trust me.” Luke said, pulling out his phone. “I’ll text Cara.”

Before Calum could protest again, Luke had already sent the message. As they settled into the booth, Michael turned to Calum. “Alright. Let’s talk about what happened earlier. I’ve never seen you that mad at Jennings.”

“You shouldn’t talk about women like that.” He answered, avoiding eye contact.

Michael scoffed. “Look, I know you’ve been hooking up with this chick for a few months now, but you can’t seriously have feelings for her. You would’ve at least told us her name if you did.”

“She doesn’t want anyone to know.”

“So she’s ashamed of you or something? You can’t be serious.”

“Knock it off, Mikey.” Luke said. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Do- do you know who it is? You told Luke?”

He hadn’t told Luke. Luke had figured it out on his own after seeing both Olivia and himself suddenly have hickeys enough times that he knew it wasn’t a coincidence. When he asked Calum about it, he didn’t hesitate to tell him the truth. He had already been considering telling him, anyway. Luke inhaled sharply and gave Calum an apologetic look.

“I didn’t tell Luke. He figured it out.” Luckily, Michael didn’t seem too offended, just a little hurt. “Trust me, Mike. If I could talk about it, I’d tell everyone.”

“The girls are here!” Luke said, sitting up straighter and waving at his girlfriend.

Calum looked up. When he saw Olivia, his mouth felt dry. She had changed out of that god awful jersey into high waisted black skinny jeans and a cropped, maroon, velvet tank top. She had straightened her hair, something he didn’t see her do often. He must’ve been gaping, because when she locked eyes with him a cocky smirk grew on her lips. Quickly, he cleared his throat and looked away, a hand moving to scratch the back of his neck.

He remembered the first time he’d seen her with her hair straightened. It was the night that they had first hooked up. They’d been around each other a few times since their best friends were dating, but they hadn’t really ever spoken to each other. He’d always had a little bit of a thing for her, but that night was different. He had come in after a loss and couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Eventually, she had confronted him about it.

“Okay, what’s your problem?” She raised both of her eyebrows. “You’ve been staring at me for the past two hours.”

He took a few seconds to respond, deciding if he should say what he was thinking or not. “Can’t help it. You look good.”

“Thanks.” She blinked in surprise. “You’re not too bad yourself, Hood. Black’s a good color on you.”

“Thanks, doll.”

She bit her bottom lip, drawing his attention. They looked very soft; he found himself imagining what kissing her would feel like. “No problem.”

“You wouldn’t want to get out of here, would you?” Normally, he wouldn’t have been so bold, but the alcohol buzzing through him and the way she was looking at him had Calum convinced that she was going to say yes.

To his dismay, she giggled. “Does that line normally work for you?”

“Normally, I don’t need any lines.” He winked.

“I’ll tell you what.” She said, a sinful smile on her red painted lips. “Tell me exactly what you want to do to me if I let you take me home. If I like your pitch, I’m all yours.”

A hushed silence fell over them as the girls arrived at their table. Cara slid in next to Luke. “What are you boys talking about?”

Michael immediately piped up. “Cal’s mystery girl.”

To her credit, she didn’t even flinch. Olivia raised an eyebrow, a curious look on her face, but Calum knew that she was probably freaking out inside. Jessie gasped, “Really? I saw the fight on facebook earlier. Who is she? Do you love her?”

Olivia looked amused as she leaned over the back of the booth. “Yeah, Cal. Do you? I mean, you must like her to have punched Ollie like that.”

“I didn’t like what he was saying about her.”

“Well, don’t keep us in the dark. Who is it?” Cara asked.

“Doesn’t matter.” Calum said. “Let’s move on.”

“Actually, Calum, can I talk to you? About earlier.” Olivia spoke up.

He nodded and slid out of his end of the booth to follow Olivia outside. Once they were away from prying ears, she stopped and turned to him with her arms crossed to protect herself from the slight chill in the air. “I’m sorry about Oliver. He was a dick today.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me, doll. You’re the one he was attacking.”

She nodded, sighing. “It was very sweet of you to punch him for me.”

“Someone had to.” She nodded, stepping towards him as someone walked past. One of his hands instinctively reached out to rest on her hip. “You look really good tonight, by the way.”

She smirked and leaned in closer to whisper in his ear. “I chose this outfit for you.”

He groaned, leaning his head to rest on the brick wall. “Don’t do this to me when we have to go back in there.”

He desperately wanted to kiss her. He wanted her to let her guard down enough to be seen with him like that in public; his hand on her hip, her’s resting on his chest. Noticing the shift in his attitude, she frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” At her disillusioned look, he conceded. “I want to kiss you.”

“Cal-”

“I know. We can’t.” He cringed at the hostility in his voice.

“Are you- are you mad at me?” She said, incredulously. “If we get caught-”

“So what if we do?”

“Calum, I like being with you; and if Oliver finds out, we can’t do this anymore.”

Sometimes it really annoyed him that she was so loyal to her brother. “Why not?”

“What are you talking about? I’m not going to ruin my relationship with my brother over who I’m having sex with.”

“What if it wasn’t just sex? What if it was more?”

“What?” She took a small step back, as if his statement had been a strong gust of wind.

“I want more, Liv. I want to be with you.”

“Calum…”

“We don’t need to tell anyone. Not until we know if it’ll go anywhere. Let me take you out. We can get dinner or coffee or something.” His heart was beating out of his chest. He couldn’t believe that he was really asking her out in the middle of a fight.

“If Oliver-“

“Stop thinking about your fucking brother! What do you want, Olivia? Or is it just about sex for you?” Calum knew he was close to losing his temper. He was glad that she didn’t seem afraid, but wished it hadn’t come to that in the first place.

She met his eyes, hers full of uncertainty. The anger in her voice melted at the sound of the pain in his. “I… I don’t know. Let me think about it, okay?”

“Whatever.” He scoffed and went back inside, not waiting to see if she would follow him. He really hadn’t expected to get in a fight with both of the twins that day.

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