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andriiorrr · 5 days

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𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨.

ART X READER X TASHI .

✦ warnings ; threesome (if it wasn’t obvious),makeout session,fingering,oral (m & f receiving),tashi just focusing on your pleasure instead of hers but you don’t let that slide,readers belly is pierced!, mentions of drinking, reader,tashi & art have a drink or two maybe even more. fluff.

☆ Summary ; you were really close with art and tashi, you were good friends with them, but what happens when they invite to you spend the night & y’all play never have I ever.

It was nighttime , you were just chillin’ on your couch watching a show your phone next to you. It suddenly rang, you groaned picking your up wondering who would be calling you while you were oh so relaxed in your comfort zone.

That was until you saw who was calling you, It was Tashi. You smiled answering the phone. “Hey, what’s up?” you giggled. “Hey uh well, you sound awfully happy, but me & art were just wondering if you wanted to come over and spend the night, lily’s with her babysitter right now. we just wanted to see if you wanna hang out like we all used to?” Tashi says, looking at Art, she fiddles with her skirt. Art looks at her from the drivers seat and leans his head on the steering wheel putting his hand on tashi’s thigh watching as tashi talks to you on the phone.

“Yeah, I’ll be over in 20. See you then?” you say smiling “no actually we’re gonna pick you up, if that’s okay with you?” Tashi murmurs softly. you were honestly taken aback but you were glad you didn’t have to use any gas in your car. “Yeah no that’ll be fine, let me just pack a change of clothes” you get up grabbing your silk pj shorts & a button up silk pj shirt.

“Alright be there in 10.” Tashi says & hangs up. You were honestly kinda happy to be spending time with Art & Tashi, you did miss them a lot. You were all busy people and you never had a problem with it. Tashi or Art sometimes both of them would call you to check up on you. It was never a problem you actually didn’t mind it and if you were honestly speaking, it did make you feel special. You snap out of thoughts, grabbing a bag to put your clothes in it. You heard your text notification from your phone. “we’re outside.” Tashi texted you.

You liked her message, throwing your bag over your shoulder you grab your keys walking out the door. You turn around locking the door then putting it in your bag, you look around to see Tashi & Art standing infront of their car kissing. You smile softly at the lovebirds and walk up to them.

“Okay you two, y’all came to pick me up not swap spits infront of my house and in my face” you giggle tucking your hair behind your ears. Tashi and Art pull apart, Art grins and lets out a breathy laugh while Tashi simply rolls her eyes playfully. They walk to the front while you open the back door and hop in.

Suddenly, Art pulls in. You look up out the window to see y’all are already here. “We’re here” Tashi chimes. You open the door getting out as well as Art & Tashi, Art takes your bag smiling softly at you and walks to the door unlocking it. You trail behind Art & Tashi, “make yourself comfortable” Tashi motions. You smile at her softly, you take off your shoes and go walk up to Tashi’s and Art’s Bedroom. You sit on the edge of their bed. Fiddling with yours fingers, to be honest your were kinda, actually scratch that you were fucking nervous as hell. It’s been a while since you,art and tashi hung out. Your thoughts were interrupted by tashi and art walking in, art holding a bottle of wine and some cups while tashi brought snacks. You get more comfortable on the bed sitting criss cross.

The bed dips on both sides of you, Tashi on your Left, Art on your right. Tashi hands you the snacks and you smile taking them, Art pours the wine in three cups, handing you one, then tashi and he takes one for himself.

You were all 3 drinks in, Playing never have I ever when tashi suddenly said “Never have I ever had a threesome.” Tashi & Art drank the rest of their drink, while you stared at the rest of your drink in your lap tracing the top of your cup the silence taking over. Art and Tashi look at you then they look at each other exchanging looks. Suddenly tashi cups your face catching you off guard, you look up at her your lips part as you look at her in awe. She gives you a soft smile and presses her plush lips against yours. Art watches as you and Tashi lock lips, with a smirk on the corner of his lips. You kiss her back, enjoying the sweet taste of her lips. Tashi's hand traces down from your waist to your thigh.

Tashi pulls you onto her lap without breaking the kiss, you gasp as she presses her toned lean body against yours. Tashi deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping past your parted lips to taste more of yours. She moans into your mouth as she places her hand on your lower back pressing you even closer to her.

Tashi pulls back from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting the two from her lips to yours. She chuckles and strokes your hair as you breathlessly look into her eyes.

You look down at tashi then art, your face felt hot.

Art’s gaze burns into you and tashi, his expression darkens as he watches the two of you. He bites his lips at you when Tashi kisses your shoulder, and whispers a soft “Art would want a taste too.”

Tashi then grips your hips and pushes you off her lap and onto the bed. She then proceeds to climb on-top of you. A gasp leaves your lips as her hands grab onto your wrists pinning them above your head. Her body presses against yours, as she kiss down your neck to your chest. “Can I?” Tashi looks up at you, heavy breathes were the only sound in the room, you nod softly in a daze. “Wanna hear you say it baby” tashi says making you bite your lip at the fact she called you baby.

“Please, I want you and art” you softly murmur and whine, and thats all it takes for her to put her hand up your shirt, she stops suddenly when she feels your belly piercing. “Take your shirt off” She says her tone wasn’t like she was asking you, she was commanding you to.

You comply and take off your shirt, you have the perfect toned midriff, it’s not surprising since you work out regularly. Tashi softly smiles at you as she caresses your smooth skin, her thumb traced your belly piercing as she sat on top of you. “Gosh you’re perfect.” Tashi says as Art comes to you tucking your hair behind your hair. “Our pretty girl” he softly murmurs.

Heat runs through your body as you feel tashis hands roam your chest admiring every curve of your body. Art’s touch makes you shiver, his voice so deep in your ear as he praised you.

Tashi then leans up to kiss your lips, her lips were sweet and soft. You kiss her back, wrapping you arms around her neck pulling slightly on her hair making her moan and shiver against your lips. Tashi moans into your mouth before leaning away to catch her breath, her cheeks flushed with arousal. Art watched you making you feel even more embarrassed and aroused at the same time.

“Come here” you say breathlessly to art. Art kneels on the bed next to you and Tashi and immediately connects his lips with yours. He kisses you hungrily his hands running down your body, he moaned against your lips once his hand felt your piercing as his thumb traced it. Art deepens the kiss, his tongue slips into your mouth tasting your hot breaths as you tried your best to kiss him back. Tashi started to place kisses on the exposed skin at the nape of your neck while Art dominated your mouth. Both of their hands roamed your body, and their moans of appreciation vibrated against your skin. Art then bit down on your bottom lip making you gasp.

Art used your gasp of surprise to slip his tongue into your mouth. Tashi started to kiss even lower, going from your nape down to your chest. Her hands roamed your body as she worshipped you. Art then pulled away from your lips, and kissed Tashi’s head as he moved away from the two of you. Your eyes followed him, wondering what he was doing as Tashi continued to kiss your chest making her way to your waist. Tashi kissed and licked your belly getting close to the waistband of your shorts. You bite your bottom of your lip, your imagination running wild. Art then grabbed your chin, tilting your head up at him. His eyes were clouded with lust, and his expression told you that you were in for quite the night.

Your breath hitched as Art’s eyes raked over your half-naked figure on the bed with a sultry gaze. He then leaned down to press a hot kiss onto your lips, his tongue swirling around your own, savoring the flavor of you. Tashi slides her hands into your shorts Tashi slides her hands into your shorts making you gasp into Art’s mouth. Her hands explore your skin, her touches set aflame your skin. You moan into Art’s mouth biting onto his plush bottom lip.

Art then broke the kiss and moved his lips to your neck, his hot breath against your skin made you whine and shiver. You close your eyes enjoying Art’s kisses, his teeth nibbling on your sensitive skin. His hands slowly move from your hips all the way to your navel. You gasp when his hand softly brushes your bellybutton piercing.

Tashi finger slips into your cunt, you let out a loud gasp at the pleasure, you let out a moan and whimper. “It’s okay baby” she murmurs softly. Tashi slides her finger in and out of your wet cunt slowly, teasing you. You let out soft whimpers and grip onto her shirt as art kisses you swallowing your whimpers and moans.

Your moans vibrate in his mouth in a melody, he sucks on your bottom lip. Slowly teasing your sensitive buds with his tongue, drinking in the sweet sounds leaving your mouth. Your breathing was shaky your body felt like it was on fire, but before you could get a release Tashi slowed down her pace making you moan against Art’s mouth in disappointment. “Tashi don’t stop please.” You beg.

“You’re so needy, already begging” Tashi says with amusement, yet she obliges you and picks up her pace. Your moans become wanton and needy as she moves her finger in and out of you faster and faster, as your toes curl from pleasure. Art then reaches to caress your breast, making you shiver under his touch. “I’m gonna—“ you gasp out, your head feels fuzzy from Tashi’s quick pacing leaving you in a state of bliss. Art then captures your lips with his own, swallowing your moans. Tashi rubs your clit while picking up her pace going faster.

Your moans grow louder as her pace gets faster, your eyes fluttering slightly as the heat in your stomach builds and grows like a fire. Art breaks the kiss, his voice breathless against your neck “We want to hear you sweetheart.” He says, his voice low and husky.

“Come on, we wanna hear those gorgeous moans leave your lips.” Tashi adds, as she curls her fingers inside you. You moan, letting out a loud whine. You moan once more gripping onto the sheets, your toes curled, and your body squirming, the pressure in your core builds at the edge. You can’t speak other than to let out incoherent sounds. Suddenly, as you approach your high, you were so fucking close.

“Come on baby, let Art and I take care of you” Tashi whispers in your ear. Art reaches down to cup your cheek as you look into his dark eyes, his thumb softly stroking your cheek. You see the sincerity in his gaze, that all he wants is for you to feel good. Tashi quickens her fingers, your moans grow louder and her eyes never leave your face.

It finally happens when you look into Tashi’s eyes while she watches you cum on her fingers.

You cum undone with a cry, your body shaking and trembling from the release. Tashi pulls out her fingers letting you ride out your orgasm. You lay on the bed taking in shaky labored breaths, your chest heaving up and down as you recover. Art brushes back the strands of hair from your face, his hands caressing your damp skin. He smiles at you with affection.

You take a moment then get up going between Tashi’s legs sinking on the floor “wanna taste you” you say as you look up at her your head resting on her thigh. Tashi's breath hitches in her neck, her eyes fluttering at your touch. Her body shivers when she feels your breath on her sensitive skin. She bites her bottom lip as she watches you between her thighs. "Please" she whispered. You pull Tashi’s panties down open her legs as you lick her clit your tongue flicking her clit then you move to her entrance licking and sucking all the right places. Tashi moans and shivers under your touch, her head falling back against the headboard. Her hands run through your hair, her nails scraping against your scalp making Tashi shiver. “Just like that baby” she moans out her voice breathy. You lick Tashi’s cunt, lapping and licking up all her juices.

Tashi’s moans grow in volume as she squirms under your touch, your moans vibrated against her sensitive cunt leaving her in a state of bliss. Tashi grips your hair “So close Baby, so fucking close.” She whines. “C’mon baby, don’t stop” she moans, her nails dig into your scalp making you moan out and in return making her squirm and shiver with pleasure. The room was filled with sounds of pleasure, whines, moans.

Art watches, groaning at the sight of you between his wife’s legs. Art watches you with lust filled eyes, the fire of passion burning in his gaze. You could see just how much he enjoyed watching you worship his wife, and that made your face feel hotter as it already was.

Your head was swimming, the passion and adoration for Tashi burned through your veins. You look up at her through your eyelashes drinking in the sight of her flushed expression as she moans out your name. “Baby, im close, so close” Tashi moans out her chest rising and falling rapidly. You moan into tashi’s cunt. Tashi cries out your name louder, her hips arching up as her body shakes as she cums. Her eyes flutter before rolling back and closing shut from the feeling, her chest rises and falls rapidly as her shaky panting fills the room.

Art can’t help but watch in awe as his future wife comes undone from your touch. Seeing her flushed red face, hearing her breathless moans and heavy panting made his loins burn. Seeing you between her legs had him entranced, your name fell so naturally and beautiful from her red bitten lips.

You lean up to kiss Art, it was slow and languid as your tongue ran against his own. He moans against your mouth, cupping your cheek against his warm palm as he kissed you back. He pours into the kiss his desire and the adoration he held for you. You palm his hardened cock, running your hand over it. Art lets out a groan at this feeling, his mouth leaving yours as his breath hit your neck. “Your touch feels so good sweetheart” he whispers against your skin. You pull arts pants down then his boxers. You stroke his cock teasingly. Pre-cum leaking at the tip of his cock. He lets out a groan at the feeling, his breath fanning over your neck, as your touch makes him shiver. “You’re teasing me” he murmurs against your neck, his head hung. “You like the way my hand feels?” You say breathlessly as tashi kisses your neck.

“God yes.. please..” he whispers his voice low and husky against your ear. His breath hitches as you run your thumb over his head. “Please,” he says again, his voice desperate as he shivers from your touch. Tashi lets out a giggle, biting the junction of your neck and shoulder. You sink to your knees licking the tip of arts cock while stroking him your pace going a bit faster. “Fuck” art whines out. You wrapped your lips around arts cock. He pulsed against your tongue as you took him deeper, his thighs tensing where your hands rested against him. He bucked slightly, brushing the back of your throat. When you gagged around him you bobbed your head up and down faster. His breath hitches at the feeling, his head falling back slightly, fuck— your mouth felt so fucking good around his cock. His body shook and trembled under your touch, his face flushed red. Gosh— if you kept doing that he’s gonna cum right on the spot.

“So close” art whimpers out as he grips your head fucking your mouth as tashi moves your hair from falling into your face. As Art fucks yours mouth you can feel the oxygen leave you, but you couldn’t care less you let Art use your mouth up to his pleasure as long as you get to hear those oh so pretty moans. “Gonna— mm fuck” art whines out “cumming!” Art whines out as he cums in your mouth, and you swallow every last fucking bit. You pull away gasping softly for air. Tashi grabs your chin softly making you look at her “you did so good baby.” She kissed you and pulls up making you lay between her and art, “you’re so pretty when you cum, I hope you know that” art murmurs into your neck holding you close. “That she is” tashi softly murmurs smiling, she tucks your hair behind your ear as Art rubs you soothingly “goodnight our pretty girl.” They both whisper into your ear as you all drift of to sleep and just like that.

The world finally stopped.

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breannasfluff · 4 months

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Ravio: You saved me! Why? Legend: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

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Legend: Ravio and I are no longer friends. Ravio: LINK! THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

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Legend: Two brooooos! Ravio: Chillin' in a hot tub! Legend: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay! Ravio: Legend: Ravio: *tearing up* Legend: Babe, c'mon... Ravio: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING. Legend: Babe…

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Ravio: I would never say that my boyfriend is a bitch and I don’t love him. That’s not true… My boyfriend is a bitch and I love him so much!

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Legend: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time? Ravio: AS ENEMIES?! Legend:

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Legend: Did you know you remind me of all 21 letters of the Hylian Alphabet? Ravio: What? Like J F K W S Q X- Legend: No, like, U R A Q T. Ravio: Awwww!

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Time: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. Malon: You are my reward. *meanwhile* Ravio: You deserve a reward for putting up with me. Legend: True, you can be really difficult at times.

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Shadow: Stop thinking whatever you're thinking. Vio: Huh? Shadow: You always make that face when you're about to say something stupid just to piss me off. So, cut it out- Vio: I love you. Shadow: Vio: Vio: Also, cereal qualifies as a soup. Shadow: I KNEW IT!!

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Happy Valentine's/Palentine's Day!

MULANEY REFERENCE FOR THE WIN!

Also, I got my work group to argue over whether cereal was a soup. It was hilarious.

#lu incorrect quotes #ravioli ship #lu ravio #lu legend #lu shadow #lu vio #vidow

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not-a-perfect-metaphor · 9 months

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Pardon moi, but LOOK at these two fucking adorable twitterpated dorks 😍.

Jensen: “Oh, it’s a video!”

Okay, AND, y’all…how much is that above moment 100% the spirit animal of the ‘I thought it was a picture’ moment from ye olden J2 days??

Jared: “Dude, we’re filming.”

Jensen: “I thought it was a picture.”

Oh my god it’s so perfect. I can’t.

The End.

——————

Haha nope. Not even a little bit.

Because I definitely have now decided that we all need to reminisce together over at least a hearty handful of some of the all-time cutest J2-selfie moments, right??

How could we not?

Liiiiike when they felt compelled to capture this ridiculously precious couple pic of themselves:

While already being at a photoshoot, by the way!

But-

‘We gotta take one just for us, babe.’

Obvious bonus: Misha ‘third-wheel’ Collins awkwardly just chillin in the far corner like *sigh* here they go again…

Rofl 😂.

And of course we’re ALWAYS fucking down for literally any of their adorkable ‘out on the town together’ date night selfies.

This is one of my personal favorites 😍:

Yes, Jared did try to fight a statue, says Jensen, and yes, there absolutely was alcohol involved, thank you so much for asking!

No, really, though…

Bring it, bronze boy.

And, um, how about THESE?

Hehe.

Goddammit, you two.

And let’s not forget the lovely ‘backseat-bros’ pics!

(*cough-yeshomo-cough*)

Especially that first one, though…

Conjoined at the head, shoulder, and actually just the entire torso much, Sirs?

Mmhm.

Yesss you are 😘.

A++

But.

I know you guys knew which one I was going to save for last, didn’t you?

The BESTEST of all the J2-selfie moments?

Yep!

The “us-ie” 😭😭😍.

And in case anyone isn’t aware, “us-ie” is the word that Jared used to describe the above photo.

-which, I mean…the moment itself is of course already fucking precious beyond belief just as a stand-alone thing.

But then Jared deciding to dub it their “us-ie”because I guess “selfie” wasn’t a husbandly-enough word…

I just-

I mean…

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

#j2 tinhat #j2 #husbands husbanding #J2 selfies #us-ie #soulmates #for fucking ever #and ever #the js being obvious

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emxplrs · 9 months

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HURT// COLBY BROCK

As I walk into the party with Tara to my left, a wave of anxiety hits as soon as I realize I am actually here. In the same house as him. But not with him. I haven’t stepped foot in this house for over a month, because the last time I was here hurt me more than anything.

“You okay?” Tara asks sensing my mood change “Just nervous,” I say while playing with the ring on my finger

“I’ll be here the whole night, if we get split up just text me and we’ll meet back up,” She says softly and I smile “Thank you,”

“Now let’s go get drinks and have a good time,” Tara says before grabbing my hand and dragging me toward the kitchen. As we make our way into the kitchen our whole friend group comes into view.

I haven’t seen most of them in quite a while, after what happened I just needed time for myself and I’ve only seen Tara, Kat, Sam, Jake, and Devyn. Tara, Kat, Devyn, and I hung out last week and I explained to them why I haven’t been around and they understood.

“Kenna!,” Kat says while running to give me a hug “Wow I feel loved,” Tara jokes

“Shut up, I saw you this morning,” Kat laughs before hugging Tara “Wow, Kenna finally decided to grace up with her presence,” Sam laughs

“I just knew your guys’ lives were boring without me so I decided to come,” I laugh before giving Sam a quick hug “Actually my life has been pretty good,” Kevin jokes and I roll my eyes before he pulls me in for a hug

“We’re doing shots,” Kat says and I nod before walking over to the table where the drinks are. Kat pours four shots, one for me, Tara, Devyn, and herself. “We’re getting you fucked up tonight and you’re going to hook up with some hot random guy,” Tara says

“Hell yeah!” Kat says “To Kenna getting laid,” Devyn says while holding her shot up and we all cheers before downing them

We all made our way into the living room where the music was and where everyone was dancing, at first it started with all of us girls dancing together but the girls’ boyfriends had made their way over to them so I let them be and went into the kitchen to get another drink

“Why aren’t you dancing anymore?” I heard a voice say from behind me and my heart dropped “Because,” I said trying my best to ignore him

“Do you want to dance?” He says and I scoff “With you? No.” I say not looking at him

“Why?” He says “Because I said so,” I said before walking away

“Hey,” Crawford says while walking over toward me “Hey Crawf,” I smile

“How’ve you been?” He asks while leaning on the wall next to us “I’ve been good, How have you been?” I say softly

“I’ve been alright. Why you over here alone?” He asks “Eh, just not in the mood for this party,” I say

“You wanna go outside?” He asks and I nod, He grabs my hand and leads me through the crowds of people. We make it outside and we go sit by the pool

We don’t speak we just sit in silence and look up at the sky “What are you guys doing?” I hear someone say and I mentally curse

“We just chillin’,” Crawford says to Colby “What are you doing out here?” I ask him

“I saw you guys walk out here and needed to make sure no one was hooking up outside,” He says and I roll my eyes “Nah, we ain’t doing that,” Crawf laughs

“Good,” Colby says while making eye contact with me “Hey, Crawf, it’s a little cold out here so I’m gonna go back in,” I say with a smile

“Alright, stay safe,” He says while lifting his cup and tilting it toward me “You too, no drunk swimming,” I point at him

“Don’t worry, I’m all good,” He laughs. I get off the chair and run my hands over my dress to make sure it’s straight “You want a hoodie?” Colby asks

“No,” I say rudely while walking away “Kenna what is your problem,” Colby asks while catching up to me

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say while shutting the door in his face “There you are,” Kat says

“Hey,” I smile “We’re doing more shots, come on,” Kat says while grabbing my hand and pulling me into the kitchen

We do about four or five shots before we all make our way back to the dance floor, this time the girls’ boyfriends don’t interfere so it was just us dancing. I look to my left to see Colby talking to some girl leaning on the wall, I roll my eyes and look away.

“Hey, Kenna,” Justin says “Hey,” I smile as he dances closer to me

“You look really good,” He says and I smile “So do you,” I say and he snakes his hands around my waist

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you for a while,” He whispers in my ear “Have you?” I tease

“I always just thought you had a thing going on with Colby so I stayed away but now that I just saw him with that girl, I know that you’re available,” He says

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m available,” I smile “Good,” He says while moving a hand up to my neck and pulling me in for a kiss

I move my hands to the back of his neck and run my hands through his hair as he pulls me closer by the hand on my waist. He moves his mouth to my neck and starts leaving trails of kisses

“Okay, that’s enough, she’s drunk,” Colby says while pulling Justin away from me “So am I,” Justin says and I try to push Colby away from me

“Colby leave me alone,” I say while trying to get my arm out of his grip “Yeah, dude, leave her alone, we were having fun,” Justin says while grabbing onto my other arm with a tight grip

“She’s drunk, I’m not gonna let her get taken advantage of,” Colby says and I scoff “She wants this,” Justin says while tightening his grip on my arm and it starts to sting

“Justin, let go,” I say trying to pull my arm away but his grip gets tighter “Why aren’t you telling Colby to let you go?” He says

“Because he isn’t hurting me,” I say while trying to pull my arm away “Let her go,” Colby says to Justin

“How about you let her go and we get back to what we were doing,” Justin says “How about no,” Colby says

“Whatever man,” Justin says while letting my arm go and I let out a sigh of relief “Are you okay?” Colby asks while grabbing my arm and looking at it

“I’m fine, don’t pretend like you care,” I roll my eyes before trying to walk away from him but he steps in front of me

“You’re drunk,” He says “So is like every person here, plus I’ve barely had any drinks,” I say

“Well you’re never the type to get drunk and hook up with random people,” he says “I did it with you,” I say, and his face drops

“That was different and you know that,” He says and I laugh “Sure it was, now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find Justin again,” I say trying to walk around him but I feel arms go around my waist and suddenly I’m thrown over Colby’s shoulder

“Colby put me down,” I say as he walks toward the stairs “No,” He says as I wiggle in his grip

We make it up the stairs and to his room and he sets me down in the middle of his floor “Colby what the hell,” I yell

“Why are you so fucking pissed with me,” He says raising his voice “Are you dumb,” I say pissed off

“Colby, we hooked up, so many times, you treated me like your girlfriend, and told me I wasn’t allowed to hang out with other guys. You told me so many things that made me fall in love with you. Then when I told you, you had the nerve to get mad at me for having fucking feelings!” I yell

“I told you that I didn’t want anything serious!” He says “I know, and that’s my fault for thinking that you’d get over yourself and realize that you do deserve love but clearly I was fucking wrong,” I laugh

“You hurt me, Colby. I poured my heart out to you and you had the nerve to say I was never anything to you and you just used me to pass the time,” I say “So don’t get mad at me for not wanting to talk to a guy who made me feel like shit about myself,”

“Kenna,” He says softly “No don’t even fucking say anything,” I say while walking past him but he grabs my hand and turns me around, and pulls me in to kiss him

I push him away “Fuck you,” I say before walking out of his room and back down to the party. “You okay?” Tara asks me

“I’m perfect, you wanna do more shots?” I ask and she nods

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First story on here! LMK if you want a part two!!

#colby brock #colby x reader #sam and colby #colby brock smut #colbybrockparty #sam golbach #katrina staurt #tara yummy #jake webber #crawford collins #hatred #fwb

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ash-writies · 2 years

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(RK900 x Connor x fReader)

BINGO - Hurt on the job OR Car crash.

The androids didn't pay attention because they were arguing and Reader gets hurt chasing the suspect or gets injured to protect them OR Reader was chasing the suspect via carcase. You choose.

A/n: Since I already did hurt on the job, I went with Car Crash. Check my latest update “here” to see the new asks I’m accepting :) Likes and reblogs are very appreciated ;)

Summary: Connor made a mistake the night before and Nines won’t let him live it down. After talking to him on your way to catch a suspect, he tells you why.

Warnings: Angst, fluff towards the end, reader is chillin in the hospital

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You looked at your computer screen, eyes scanning over the words as you tried to ignore the Androids next to you. You and Hank had began working together when you realized your cases had some similarities. You glanced at Hank who was typing across from you, unaware of the tension beside you. You pressed your lips together and tried again to review what you had so far.

It was a planned assault on an android. Luckily the android, a PL600, was not too damaged. There were a few more attacks like this that were given to you along with the cases Hank and Connor had gotten. The attackers were a human and an android; the victims had explained their dynamic, the human was asking all the questions and the android was doing all the work. Whether the android had deviated was still up in the air, along with the purpose of the attacks. You were hoping to catch them soon so one of the RK models could determine the former. You were also hoping they’d be more involved in the investigation.

You glared at them, knowing they wouldn’t miss it. They were arguing since earlier last night about Connor making a mistake but Nines wouldn’t drop it. You were sure that’s what they were doing right now and Connor’s guilty expression as he looked away confirmed it.

Suddenly Hank groaned, “it feels like we’re getting nowhere!”

“Yeah, all we got is a list of victims and crime locations,” you sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

Nines reviewed the list before adding, “the locations might be able to reveal where the suspects are hiding-”

Hank threw his hands up, “why didn’t you say anything?”

“I haven’t determined a probable location,” he glanced at Connor who quickly looked away.

Feeling pretty tired of this tension, you stood and turned to Nines, “can we talk real quick?” He nodded and followed you outside. Once you were around the corner, out of sight and earshot, you turned to Nines with a frown, “are you still going on about last night?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-” he began, looking away.

“Don’t play dumb, I know you’re saying something to him.”

He frowned, eyes flickering to yours for a moment, “well it’s between me and him.”

“Not during work hours-”

“Then I’ll drop it during work hours,” he snapped before storming off.

He must’ve been true to his word because he and Connor began working together, albeit reluctantly, to find some possible locations. When they reduced it to four possible spots, You decided to split up and check them. You and Hank took your respective partners and left.

On the way to the first location Nines only spoke to tell you the plan for entering. You wondered if they added pettiness to his code of if it was something he just grew into. The first location had nothing and no one. One the way to the second location you kept your eyes on the road but spoke to Nines, “why won’t you drop that Connor made a mistake? It wasn’t even anything serious.”

For a long moment he didn’t say anything, “because you favor him over me. I don’t understand how you can like the inferior model…”

Your jaw almost dropped, RK900 was jealous? “I don’t like him more than you-”

“Yes you do,” he interrupted, “you treat us differently.”

“Well yeah, you’re different people. You don’t react to somethings the same way Connor does.” You pulled into the parking lot of the second location and put the car in park.

“You’re more affectionate towards him…” he said after a pause.

You turned to face him, eyes searching his face and finding something sad and vulnerable, “I didn’t realize you wanted me to- you always stayed further away, out of reach.” Of course, right now- when you’re supposed to be going inside or coming up with a plan- you realize how his behavior was defensive.

Suddenly his face changed, ending the moment, “there they are!” You followed his eyes to see an android and a man running to their car. You threw the car into drive and followed them as they speed away. You turned on the sirens, glad you took a car from the station and put all of your focus into following them. You don’t need to see Nines to know that he’s alerting Connor and the others at the station of the situation.

You fight the urge to slow down as your car barrels towards theirs. You braced as you came into contact with their car, knocking them off course and sending you sliding into a stoplight pole.

You didn’t feel car come into contact with the pole. It took you a while to feel anything. When the darkness cleared from your vision you saw Nines pulling you out of your seatbelt. You were saying something but you didn’t know what, his LED was red but he was talking in a low calm voice, “you’re alright, you’re okay, everything’s fine.” You trusted him but couldn’t shake the panic that settled in your chest, you kept your hand on his wrist as the darkness returned.

You slowly blinked as you tried to adjust to the lights in the hospital. The room you were in had two big windows with the curtains drawn and one wall painted sage green. On your left Nines was sitting in a chair, LED yellow, and his eyes closed. While you were content just watching him sit, you knew he’d prefer to talk to you. You shifted and called his name, “why are you here?”

“So you didn’t have to wake up by yourself,” he said before recapping what you missed and your condition (whiplash and a concussion), “Connor and Hank are speaking with the suspects now and Connor will join us at home tonight.”

“Okay, are you alright?” he nodded, “do you want to join me?”

“No, you need your rest-”

You moved to the edge of the mattress, “C’mon~ lay with me…” He reluctantly followed your request. Once he was settled he wrapped an arm around you so you don’t fall. “I’m sorry I made you feel less than Connor. I should’ve talked with you about it or realized sooner.”

“It’s alright, I shouldn’t have held it in for so long.”

“Promise you’ll talk to me more?” you asked, trying to keep the conversation going before falling asleep.

“I promise,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” you murmured, letting yourself drift asleep, “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

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hyperfixated-on-cod · 7 months

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Happy Halloween! Here’s how 141 + Los Vaqueros celebrate the spookiest day of the year 🎃 (Partially 18+ NSFW)

(DISCLAIMER: my headcanons are my own; I’m an American so some of them might be Americanized. I don’t fully know many details regarding Día de Los Muertos, so I will not in good faith speak much about it in this post)

Captain Price

He’s not dressing up BUT he does go all out decorating for it. His permanent residence, his office, and if he’s on deployment he does what he can.

Really enjoys handing out candy. He loves seeing what costumes the kids/teens come up with every year.

He’s the dad that gets angry when kids TP his house.

MIGHT let you take him to a Halloween party, and if you do get him to dress up it will be something super simple like draping a white sheet over his head and cutting out eye holes😂

If you don’t go to a party, he’ll hang with you at home and watch scary movies with you

(Personally I don’t like horror bc I get nightmares easily so I’d like to think he’s very protective and cute about it🥹)

Will absolutely rail you in your costume when the night is over. Bonus points if you dressed in something intentionally sexy.

Soap

If anything, he’s the one dragging you to a Halloween party.

He’s dressing up as Ghost. Plans WEEKS ahead of time so he can steal one of his masks, rather than making his own since he knows Ghost’s are good quality.

Wherever he ends up this night, he’s getting FUCKED up if he has nothing going on the next day.

He’s helping the kids TP Price’s house🤪

Personally, the relationship dynamic I’d have with Soap is that Halloween is one day of the year (out of a few) where he can properly slut himself out; he deserves it. Like yes bestie put on your sexy devil costume and have fun💜

At the end of the night tho, he’s in your bed doing… ungodly things to and with you 😈

Ghost

He’ll maybe let you drag him to a costume party but complains the ENTIRE time.

Under no circumstances will he dress up. “I already wear a mask everyday, so there’s no point in wearing a different one tonight.”

Would much rather stay home watching horror movies. Lights off so he’s just… sitting there… in a dark ass room… watching something unreasonably scary, like Hereditary (2018) or a classic like The Exorcist (1973).

Gaz

He’s hosting the costume party. Even if the team is deployed, he’s gonna do what he can to make the best of it.

There WILL be a costume contest and Price never wins😃 Price kind of complains a bit about it like “Ugh another year without a win😒” but never actually does anything to help himself lol

He and Soap argued over who would dress up as Ghost. Obviously Soap won eventually so Gaz is stuck tryna figure something else out.

This year, he’s dressing up as Ken, but not like in the Insufferable Straight Man Trying To Win Feminism Points kind of way.

Alejandro

Absolutely fucking KILLS IT at Gaz’s Halloween party every year and has a winning streak in the costume contest.

Always hella creative with his costumes and gets super into it. He probably makes it himself and he goes, like, full cosplay about it.

This year he’s giving… Beetlejuice vibes, don’t ask me why. Broadway!Beetlejuice, specifically. Even makes his own snake like they have on stage, but smaller so he can have it chillin on his shoulder or something.

Rudy

This year he’s dressing up as Lydia so he can match with Alejandro. Even if we’re talking RudyxReader and AlejandroxReader, he’s still gonna go matching with his bestie.

Since he and Alejandro are both Mexican, they’re observing Día de Los Muertos together and with their families.

Between the two of them, Rudy is the one decorating for Halloween because Alejandro spends so damn much time working on his costume.

Spends so much time decorating for Halloween and preparing for Day of the Dead that he nearly forgets to get a costume but it’s fine this year because Lydia from Beetlejuice is quite a simple idea and Alejandro can hem a cheap dress in an instant🥰

#cod headcanons #halloween #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rudolfo parra #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #cod modern warfare #captain price #ghost cod #los vaqueros #rudy parra #rudy cod #spooky #spooktober

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firestorm09890 · 2 years

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In the 358/2 Days novel there’s this scene where Xemnas and Xigbar are chillin in the same room and Xigbar goes “hey don’t you think it’s a little sus that everyone sent to Castle Oblivion died. that wasn’t in the plan right. I think someone (hint hint Saïx and Axel) might’ve had something to do with it” and Xemnas goes “it doesn’t really matter” and that’s that because Xigbar’s allergic to saying anything straightforward

And then later there’s a scene where Xemnas, Xigbar, Xaldin, and Saïx are all in the meeting room talking about Xion and the imposter (Riku) and Xigbar calls out Saïx a bunch for being a traitor in that way he does where he doesn’t explicitly accuse them of anything but it’s obvious what he’s doing, you know? And Xaldin unintentionally adds to the pressure by being Xaldin and Saïx reacts really defensively and incriminates himself, like, Xigbar goes “damn it’s such a shame Vexen isn’t here anymore” and Saïx responds “how is that MY fault it was SORA who killed him” and it gets to the point where, quote, “the tension was so thick it was hard to breathe,” and then Xemnas speaks up and goes “you guys stop that. pay attention we’re talking about Xion” and I’m sure both Xigbar and Saïx are losing their fucking minds over this because what the fuck. that was SO obvious and Xemnas isn’t doing shit about it. and Xemnas knows exactly what’s going on and he knows that Saïx and Axel are betraying him but he’s actively ignoring it because ??? Xemnas ig

Anyway what I’m saying is it’s a fucking miracle the Organization didn’t implode years ago

#kingdom hearts #358/2 days #358/2 days novel tag #organization xiii #xemnas #xigbar #xaldin #saix #me post

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9 Days of Lancaster Day2: Roommates

Jaune Arc is no stranger to roommates. His entire life has known no such thing as a free space for him alone. This didn’t bother him. In many ways it prepared him for team living and other similar situations. However, he might have found the toughest situation yet.

Beacon is in the middle of a leadership workshop/retreat. All leaders of teams were sent off to take a special class far off on the other side of the kingdom. They had all been given money for living expenses near the site but everyone was pretty quick to figure out choosing the wrong place to stay or indulging in the revenue too much would leave them broke and miserable. Fortunately for Jaune, none of that was problem because Ruby and him decided to live together; giving them more than enough money left over to tackle anything.

The plan was solid and he didn’t regret it. However, it’s been three days so far and Jaune had learned his fellow leader was a tad messy at times and pretty laidback left to her own devices. These weren’t bad things, but has he grabbed the cover off the couch to put away, the sight of a red bra casually on the furniture again left him a little in distress.

Jaune:(Brothers give me the strength to endure…)

Ruby:AAAHHH!

Jaune:Ruby!?

He dropped everything and ran towards the horror scream behind the bathroom door. Jaune didn’t even get a chance to knock before Ruby came running out with her hair still wet and body wrapped in white towel as she hid behind Jaune. The boys mind was barely functioning already and now this!? He quickly faced forward into the steamy bathroom and noticed a sizable spider hanging from its web.

Ruby:Kill it!

Jaune:Ruby…we fight monsters. This is where you choose to fold?

Ruby:Grimm don’t sneak up on me in the shower and do you see Crescent Rose on me!?

Jaune:Yeah that’s fair.

Without wavering, Ruby watches Jaune cuff the spider in his hands before flinging it into the still running shower. For it to meet its watery demise. She cheered in his honor, but quickly noticed his reluctance to fully look her way.

Ruby:Jaune?

Jaune:Y’know if you kept your change clothes in the bathroom then you wouldn’t have to sprint out in a towel.

Ruby:But then they’ll get wet.

Jaune:Hang them! The steam gets out wrinkles. This is like the fourth time I’ve caught you in a towel.

Ruby:*raises brow* So you’re looking down the hallway every time I come out the shower. That’s interesting timing.

Jaune:I turn instinctively when I hear a door open! If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re planning your exits.

Ruby:Pfft, you’re thinking of the wrong sister.

Jaune:I’ve met your dad. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree when it comes to either of you.

Ruby:You can turn the shower off by the way. I’m finished.

Jaune turns the faucet and turns to leave before remembering Ruby is still chillin in a towel. Now she has a second one for her hair. Thanks to Nora and sometimes Pyrrha, but mainly Nora, Jaune had gotten pretty good at hyper focusing on eyes. It was only difficult earlier because Ruby was much closer and well…short.

Jaune:While I have you here, can you please make sure not to leave your clothes out and about?

Ruby:Oh, where they everywhere?

Jaune:Not…everywhere. I just like to try and keep things tidy. Also…maybe change faster? You do have a speed semblance.

Ruby:Trust me, dashing out of here while wet ends with a hole in the wall and a bloody nose.

Jaune:That makes sense. Then maybe we could-

Ruby:Are you okay? I know we’re working out the details but I gotta say I’m a bit surprised. I’m not messier than your siblings am I?

Jaune:No, far from it. It’s more about the clothes and towel issues.

Ruby:But…*pouts* you never flack to Nora about it. I’ve seen her change in front of the two of us a bunch of times and you’re fine.

Jaune:That’s different!

Ruby:Wha- how!?

Jaune:Because….*red* She’s not you.

What a way to answer. Ruby noticed the redness on his cheeks and the brief moment his eyes betrayed his gaze before he completely turned his head. Ruby couldn’t say she was the greatest at reading in between the lines, but what he said was pretty darn obvious. Even so, Ruby now found herself a little red and choosing to respond in a way that truly was like her sister and father out of curiosity.

Ruby:Whatever do you mean~

Jaune:*flustered*….

His silence spoke volumes. Ruby looked down at herself and back up. Suddenly it was a little bit embarrassing to stay like this. She dried her feet on the carpet before dashing in and out of her room, now wearing her night tank top and some shorts.

Ruby:Sorry. I have gotten really comfortable around you, hehe… my bad.

Jaune:It’s okay. I mean why wouldn’t you be? We’re always so casual with each other so-

Ruby:No! I mean…*rubs arm* Why is this so weird to explain? It’s not that I’m simply comfortable enough to change around you. *blush* I am comfortable with the idea of you looking at me.

Jaune:….Oh.

Ruby:…Sorry, was that weird to say?

Jaune:No it was…something that needed to be said.

Ruby:Umm sooo I’m reading what you correctly, right? You see me as not just a friend or fellow leader, but a girl? I girl that you…

Jaune:Yes, I’m attracted to you. I…like you.

Ruby: Ah, neat. That’s flattering actually. I think you’re pretty handsome soooo yeah. I’ll be more mindful.

Jaune:I mean if it’s intentional then-

Ruby:*crimson*

Jaune:…I’m gonna stop talking now.

The knight awkwardly shuffles past Ruby. Thank goodness she lets him by. The girl stands there, pensively thinking about her actions. They weren’t all intentional but they were far from oblivious. Ruby dare say most were testing the waters. With concrete confirmation that Jaune saw her in a more alluring way, Ruby couldn’t help but feel very happy as well as a little nervous. After all, they had live under the same roof for at least 4 more days.

Ruby:This is gonna be a long workshop.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #rwby lancaster #9daysoflancaster23

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Probable Theorem Ch. 18

<<Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Summary: Do you remember what even happened last time? In the last chapter, Patton confronted his mom(Maggie) with an ultimatum to help him or he'd cut her out of his life. Roman was kidnapped, Virgil was stressed, Roman's mother Liz was there and kinda chillin' and Logan was with Thomas who wanted to learn how to use his powers again. Word count: 3.2k

Patton stared out the window at each building that passed, keeping note of every turn and every street to their destination. He glanced at his phone to the map he had pulled up, his GPS helping him keep track of where he was. He definitely didn’t expect to find himself so deep into the city where the population would be so dense, but he supposed that any building could be hiding a number of secrets. He kept glancing out the window and at his phone, hoping it would calm his nerves. The longer the drive went, the more the silence taunted him. He kept bracing himself for the inevitable. He knew it was going to happen, he just wasn’t sure exactly when.

Then he heard his mother sigh. There it is…

“Back at the house,-”

“We’re not talking about this.” Patton squeezed his phone in his hand as he felt the car roll to a stop.

“I just think it’s a little unfair how you jumped me with all those questions!”

“And I think it’s really unfair how you’ve been invalidating my feelings my whole life.”

“I have done no such thing!”

Patton huffed and looked over at his mother driving the truck. “Then what do you call what you’re doing right now?” Maggie scrunched up her nose but kept her eyes on the road. He could tell she was thinking of something to retort with. Make her seem like it wasn't that bad. That it wasn't her fault. That it came from a place of love. “I know what you're thinking; you feel like you’ve done something wrong, because you have, so you’re getting defensive. But that doesn't mean you can tell me how I feel is wrong because you didn't mean to."

"Now you're just twisting this around to make me look like the bad guy! I'm trying to help you!"

"Pull over."

"What?"

"I said," Patton balled his fists and braced himself, "pull over!"

"You need me to help find Roman!"

"No, I don't!" Patton finally turned and looked at his mother. The shocked expression on her face as she finally glanced away from the road for a split second before turning back was enough for him to know that she was listening. "I don't need you for this. I can find him without you!"

"No! You don't know where he is and I do!"

"And my boyfriend can read minds." Patton glared as he spoke. "I already told you back at the house. This is the last chance you have or you won't see me again. Ever."

The car grew silent with nothing more than the muffled noise from the city around them.

“Patton-”

“I’m not trying to be the bad guy here, mom. But I can’t just let you do this to me anymore.” Patton’s voice grew softer as he spoke. “I can’t handle it anymore.”

He heard his mother sigh from the driver’s seat, refusing to look at her. Not wanting to lose his resolve if he saw how upset she was. “You’re father would miss you.”

Patton immediately tensed in anger. “Using dad against me won’t work. He already said I could reach out to him and that he would love me no matter what. I don’t need you to get to him and we both know you could never take him away from me.”

“I wouldn’t-”

“Don’t. We both know what you meant by it, so just don’t.”

Patton watched as the car pulled into a parking lot and the truck slowly came to a halt. His mother turned the car off and sat in her seat, making no attempt to exit just yet. “Do you still want me to show you where he is?”

Patton glanced at his phone, looking at the GPS app he had opened up to see where downtown he was. Technically, it was enough information to give to Logan and they could probably continue here on their own.

He sat up and looked at her. “Depends. Do you think it was unfair? What I did back home?”

Maggie stayed silent for a bit before turning back to him. “I do, but maybe it’s because I’m being defensive. I just need to think about it and think before I act.”

Patton stared at her, not completely satisfied with her answer. Her emotions were a mess, they were swirling so much and wouldn’t settle on one solid feeling. She was emotionally charged right now, enough that he felt it was the truth. He was also an emotional person, it’s probably where he got it from. It probably explained why he started to become a bit of an empath. Possibly. He could bring it up to Logan who would go on and on with theories about how that would be probable.

“That’s a start, I guess.” Patton turned and reached for the door handle before getting out. He closed the door and looked back down at his phone while waiting for his mother to follow.

She hopped out of the car and paid the parking for their spot before heading to a nearby building. The streets were already filled with people going about their day in the early morning. She walked a few buildings down before she stopped and looked over her shoulder. Patton looked up at the unassuming building before his mother continued on. People passed by the front desk and headed for the elevators which Patton could only assume were all filled with offices for all different businesses.

This is where Roman was? In some office in a giant building? Patton glanced around at the people in business attire going about their day, unaware of what was happening to his best friend inside.

“Margaret?” Patton turned as someone approached his mother with a confused expression on his face. “I thought you left a while ago.” The stranger’s gaze slowly looked up at Patton. “And who is this?”

Wait a minute.

“This is my son! He works at the city library. I thought he could help us with our project. Maybe he’ll shed some light on the subject.”

Isn’t that…?

The man seemed super friendly. He smiled down at Maggie and shook his head. “Thank you for thinking of us but we’re gonna try to keep eyes off of that project for now.”

Patton immediately got the hidden meaning. ‘We’re not letting people look at Prince Charging right now.’ Why? Why the sudden change? Did they figure out Roman’s identity already? Looking at the older man, Patton immediately knew this wasn’t the first time he saw him. He shoved his phone into his pocket.

This is the guy Clyde told me about.

“I’m sorry,” Patton stepped up and placed a hand on his mother’s shoulder. “She hasn’t really told me what this was about. Just something urgent. Is there no way I could help, Mr.-” Patton hesitated for a moment, hoping the man would respond.

He smiled and reached out a hand. “Call me Bruce.”

Patton grabbed his hand and shook it, repeating his name in his head so he didn’t forget it. “Nice to meet you. Are you sure there’s nothing I could do to help? I came all this way and I’m already late for work.”

Bruce let go and seemed apologetic. “No, I’m sorry. I put a hold on it for now due to a few things beyond our control. I thank you for wanting to help.” Bruce looked back to Maggie. “This is your son you’re always talking about, right? You raised a fine young man, Margaret.”

“Thank you, Bruce. Are you sure there’s no way we can’t just look?”

Bruce shook his head. “I’m afraid not. Sorry for making you come all this way again.”

“It’s fine,” Patton shrugged. “Whatever it was, if my mom really thinks I can help then we can try again another day.” He patted his mother on the shoulder. “Come on, I’m already late enough. You can tell me about it another day.”

“But, Patty-” Patton wrapped his arm around his mother’s shoulder and turned them towards the front door.

“It was nice meeting you, Bruce! Come on, mom, let’s go. Other people are trying to work.”

Patton waited until they were outside before he pulled out his phone and sent Logan a quick text. “Mom, what floor do you go to when you come here?”

“Oh, um… the fifteenth floor, why?”

Patton punched in the address and the floor number before pressing ‘send’. “That was all the proof I needed.” Patton immediately went into his contacts and started a call. The phone rang a few times before it picked up. “Clyde, listen. We need to meet up. I just met Bruce.”

—

“You’re absolutely sure about this, Thomas?” Logan asked again.

“I’m sure.” Thomas nodded. “There’s a lot going on right now and I want to help.”

Virgil walked back in, a fresh cup of coffee in his hand. “On one hand, I’m not sure how much training is gonna get done with everything going on.” Virgil blew on his coffee before taking a sip. “On the other hand, he’s already learned it before so maybe he’ll be faster this time. Besides, not sure how else we’re gonna find Roman so fast. It’s worth a try, especially since the fan club is helping look.”

“Then maybe you should put down the coffee and get some rest.” Virgil looked over to Elizabeth, Roman’s mother. “My boy is strong and you’re no help if you’re too tired.”

“Tell that to my brain,” Virgil grumbled and took another sip of coffee.

“Tell me more about these recipes, Liz! I’ve never tried Puerto Rican dishes before.”

“Oh, honey. We need to go food shopping together.” Liz seemed excited at the notion. “I know this grocery store that would be perfect to get you stocked up.”

“Perfect! Logan and Virgil can help!”

Virgil almost choked on his coffee as Logan gave Two a confused look. “I apologize if my inquiry seems a bit rude. We are getting brought into this how?”

“Well, Virgil is Roman’s boyfriend and Roman’s your best friend!” Two spoke as if it weren’t the most obvious thing in the world.

“Wha, wait, Roman is not my best friend!” Two kept smiling at Logan. “He is not!” Logan stood his ground for a moment before his face fell. “Oh, Roman’s my best friend.”

“That’s rough, buddy,” Virgil patted Logan on the back sympathetically.

A strange noise rang out and everyone looked at Logan as he pulled out his phone. He tapped on it a few times and froze.

“What is it?” Virgil peered over Logan’s shoulder and looked at his phone. His eyes shot open as he reread the screen.

Logan looked across the room toward Two. “It’s from Patton. It’s an address.”

“Logan, hold this for me, thanks,” Logan put up his hands to catch Virgil’s hot cup of coffee, dropping his phone in the process. Virgil was already scrolling on his phone and walking away.

Logan blinked before he reached a hand outwards, “Wait, Virgil, we should talk about this-” In an instant, Virgil was gone. “-before we do anything…” Logan finished and let out a sigh.

“He’s gone,” Liz stared at the spot Virgil vanished from. “He just disappeared.”

“Oh boy, it’s okay!” Two reached over to comfort Roman’s mother. “I guess we have a little more explaining to do.”

—

“Patton, wait,” Maggie cried out as she chased after her son. “I can drive you!”

“Go back home, mom. I need to meet up with the others so we can come up with a plan.” Patton looked around to find the nearest bus stop. He could figure out which line to take him closest to home from there.

“I want to help, sweetie!”

Patton stopped and spun around quickly. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough to help?”

“Wha, but I thought you forgave me! I thought we were getting along again.”

“This doesn’t erase the years of damage you’ve done, mom.” Maggie froze and Patton felt a pit in his stomach. “I appreciate you helping me now but as it said, this was a start. I can’t forgive you for years of you making me feel bad about who I am just because of one good thing you did.” The bustle of the city drowned them out and no one even gave them a second glance. “So this is where I ask you to stay out of it and let me know if you get any updates. Otherwise, leave this to me and my friends.”

“Wait,” Maggie reached out and grabbed Patton’s arm. “Please, just… Let me at least take you where you need to go. No questions, no talking. I’ll bring you wherever you need and I’ll leave.”

Patton stared down at his mother and sighed. He felt his anger slipping away immediately though not completely. This was his mother and despite it all, he did still love her. “Okay, you can drive me.”

“Good! Excellent! Let’s get back to my truck.” Maggie kept her grip on her son as they walked arm and arm back to the parking lot. “You spoke with someone on the phone, right? Where do they live?”

“Oh, um, actually, just take me home.” Patton pulled out his phone and immediately dialed a number. They picked up almost immediately. “Logan. Hey. I’m on my way back home.”

“Alright. Just a warning, Virgil’s already gone.”

“I’m not surprised. He didn’t reappear there?”

“No, we're not quite sure where he is right now.”

“Alright, no problem. I have to make one stop before I come back but I’ll explain everything then, okay?”

“Alright, please stay safe. We’ll see you soon.”

Patton and Maggie walked into the parking lot. Maggie reached to get into her car before she looked over at her son confused. “Do you need me to stop somewhere before I drop you off back home?”

“No.”

Maggie stared at her son for a moment before she pulled her door open. “Right, I won’t ask. Back home it is.”

When Margaret pulled up to her son’s building, she watched as he ran up the stairs of the porch and knocked on his neighbor’s door. He turned around and Maggie immediately turned her eyes away from him and back to the road. She pulled away from the curb and gripped her steering wheel as she drove off, wondering just how much she messed up her relationship with her son.

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Roman was… Fine.

Except he was bored. Completely stir-crazy and stuck in an empty office in some random office building. In an empty conference room with no table or anything. The floor was carpeted and there was an outlet and Roman could feel it. He could feel the static from the floor and the charge running to the outlet. He could feel the electricity on his fingertips itching to be used. He wanted SOME sort of stimuli, anything to keep his mind off of the power itching to come out. Any distraction other than the faint pang of pain in his head. Though it was surprisingly feeling a lot better than it was just a few hours ago.

Roman knew he could break out but there was a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Logan telling him it was a bad idea and he knew it. He had convinced them that his powers weren’t real and he was sticking to it. It wasn’t worth the risk to everyone else. This was HIS mess and he was gonna think his way out of it.

Although hearing that Bruce guy knew someone with powers had him curious. And maybe Roman could have Clyde disguise himself as someone else so none of them REALLY had to reveal themselves. Though getting Clyde to agree would be difficult maybe this guy would understand if they didn’t want to meet him.

Roman sat up and groaned, rubbing his head. Okay, now he was pretty sure he was thinking too much and it was making his headache worse. But he didn’t know what else to do! And he couldn’t really burn off the energy he had, moving on the carpet only made it worse and-

POP

Roman was immediately tackled to the ground which caught him completely off guard. He didn’t think he was so distracted that he hadn’t heard the door open. He grabbed the person on top of him and looked at the door and, there it was, open and unguarded. Roman pushed with all his might but whoever had him wouldn’t loosen their grip around his neck. Roman shoved again, the stench of coffee filling his nose.

“Let go of me!” Roman leveraged himself and spun around, pinning the person beneath him, although they still didn’t let go. They also weren’t fighting either. Roman gripped the old sweater they were wearing, grabbed the hoodie, and pulled. “I said let-”

“Shut up you moron!” Virgil’s voice rang out loudly against his ear.

Roman froze and glanced around. The sound of nothing but their breathing filled the air. Then Roman pieced it together. The quietness, the pop, Virgil. Time must have stopped.

With a sigh of relief, Roman sat back and Virgl fell into his lap. “You found me.”

He could breathe. He was fine! In an entire city of people, his friends had found him. In only a few hours to boot! Roman was sure he’d have to plan an escape later tonight.

Roman hugged Virgil closer and felt the stress he had been holding disappear. “I’m so sorry I made you worry.” Roman waited for a response before nudging Virgil a bit. “Hey, please. I really am sorry!” Virgil’s arms fell down a bit and Roman nudged him again. “Uh, Virge?” Still no answer. “Virgil, are… Did you fall asleep?!”

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“Just you?” Clyde looked at Patton through the screen door. “Fine by me. Come on up.”

Patton tugged the door open and made his way to the second-floor apartment Clyde and Leslie shared. “I didn’t talk to him for long so I don’t have much to say.”

Clyde vaguely motioned to the couch for Patton to sit before he began pacing the floor. “You’re absolutely sure it was him?”

Patton sat down on the couch and nodded. “Yeah, a few more grays in his hair but that was him.”

Clyde stopped pacing and faced Patton. “Where were you? What were you doing?”

“Well, you remember the APC thing? That club that’s against Prince Charging?” Clyde nodded. “Well, turns out my mother was a part of it? She sort of revealed it on accident but I got her to bring me there to see him. This guy, Bruce, stopped us at the door.”

“And?” Clyde marched over to the couch. “What was he like?”

Patton frowned and shrugged. “He seemed nice?”

Clyde scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You’re an empath and all you can tell me was he seemed nice?”

“Oh,” Patton became a bit stoic. “That. Well, he strangely seemed a bit,” Patton struggled to find the right word. “He seemed excited about something.”

Clyde seemed irritated by this news and let out his frustrations. “Auugh of course he was! Still so full of himself! Gosh, I hate him sometimes!”

“Clyde, who is this guy? Should we be worried?”

Clyde quickly fell into a sitting position on the floor. “I had hoped that he would have stopped this by now but I guess I was too optimistic.” Clyde huffed out a laugh. “Imagine, me? Too optimistic?”

“Clyde?”

Clyde shot an annoyed look at Patton. “As much as I loathe to admit this,” Clyde spat out. “That jackass is my father.”

#sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fic #superpower au #slice of life au #prinxiety #logicality #my writing #probable theorem #alip fic #alip #whatever other tags I had in here I guess #skipped the taglist it's been like almost 3 years whoops

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devilscastle69 · 29 days

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hanging w a queer friend over the weekend and we got food and we got cross faded and like he was gonna be staying in my living room. it was nice but I was also like oh my god I’m worried like what if I’m giving the wrong signals too bc this is a lotta time we’re spending together.

later on he looked at me after like some convo about what is ur romantic life like and I was like LMAOOO here are the most recent five experiences I’m good for a while and later it was do you like me?

-like romantically?

-yea ig

-I feel a strong platonic bond but I think that’s it. Ik like strong feels get kinda confusing for me so sorry if I gave mixed signals. plus like I’m 99.99999% sure I’m a lesbian

-ok cool cool I’m really happy u like spending time w me and we’re friends. I get confused w my feelings too. hope that didn’t make u uncomfortable. wanna watch the same anime or a dif one.

and then no more tension j vibes and chillin and it was not weird. like ok I responded honestly and it wasn’t devastating and it’s another cluster of fears that don’t rlly exist anymore.

#not snz

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tomatoluvr69 · 1 month

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Unfortunately I’m at that very particular stage in development* where taking a big dose of hallucinogens no longer gives me a big epiphany about my heart and/or soul and/or experiences. Unfortunately it is now telling me I need to go to grad school!!!!!!!!!! That’s CRAZYYYY???!!!!!!!!!!!! And I literally didn’t think MOLLY could do that to me like mushrooms, ketamine whatever I get it. Sure whatever it’s big revelations time. But I thought I’d be in the clear!! I thought I’d be chillin in the sunshine with my cronies and listen to some tunes and laugh and smile etc but here I am an entire 12 hours later having a career path epiphany that requires grad school. Fuck me up I literally used to just get some shit about how we’re allll connected on the planet or like o should forgive myself for XYZ happenstance in childhood or like woagggggg big leaf over there lemme swim in the river and weep for joy. it’s sooooo annoying to spend my hard earned money on literally any drug and get the exact same result. Is the higher ed institutional complex sponsoring my dealer now or WHAT???? Help me. I literally can’t right another essay in my entire life or I’ll die oh my godddddddddd this is so fake + not realllllll I’m literally going to go straightedge forever if the lies and deception don’t stop. I DONT NEED GRAD SCHOOL…

*this is A JOKE

#this KEEPS HAPPENING #taking mushrooms in the smokies last June started this stupid shit #I was supposed to be swimming and forgiving myself but instead it was like start brushing up your grad school resume bitch! i was like bro #I am literally swimming in a waterfall fuck offffffff #and then it KEPT HAPPENING….#I’m sooooo annoyed!!#fuckkkkkkk #drugs cw

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gretavanmoon · 1 year

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The Rhythm Section

You were tired. Your muscles were sore. And you absolutely did not feel like answering your buzzing phone on your night stand. It’d been a couple nights since you had a run-in with an ex-flame, Sam, and you had to admit that you could still feel the brush of his hand against yours when he insisted on paying the bar tab at the exact same time you did. You ended up giving in and letting him pay for your three gin & tonics, and he also insisted on walking you home.

“You really don’t have to, Sam. It’s not very far to my apartment,” you had said.

“I know it’s not far but you’re still a beautiful young lady walking the street by herself at night,” he pushed.

“Okay, but just to the door,” you finally gave in. He cheesed his big corny smile.

The two of you walked down the street from the bar to your apartment, which was only 6 blocks away.

“I can’t believe it’s been over a year since I’ve seen you, y/n,” Sam said. “We used to have some good times,” he said, putting his head down and shoving his hands in his pockets. You and Sam used to sleep together when he would be in town. It was never serious, but you had fun. It was more of a booty call type relationship, which was fine with you. You were busy with school and work, and you didn’t have time to settle down anyway. The sex was great, the two of you melded together quickly and learned the ins and outs of each other’s tastes more thoroughly than any other partner you had had in the past.

“Yeah, we did have some good times, didn’t we? I’ve missed you and your ‘busy tonight?’ texts,” you laughed. You reached the front doors to your apartment building. It was warm outside, and the breeze felt almost like you were at the beach. Sam grabbed the back of his neck and began massaging his shoulder. “Yeah, I miss sending those texts, to be honest. I can’t believe you don’t have a guy in your life!” You had explained to Sam earlier at the bar that you were extremely single still, concentrating on life. Your job was a bit physically taxing, you worked as an RN in a hospital that concentrated on rehabilitation. You found yourself tired, mentally and physically, almost every single day.

“Yeah, I don’t have much time to give to another person, so I’m still just chillin,” you smiled at Sam as the breeze blew your hair into your face. He slowly reached up and pushed the strands behind your ear. He left his hand resting there on your cheek for a few seconds while you caught each others’ gaze. He smiled big again. “Well, if you ever want to…relax..you know where to find me. We’re home for a month or so until we have to go back out on the road.” You pulled him into a goodbye hug. “Thanks for walking me home, Sammy.” He rested his chin on the top of your head. “You’re welcome gorgeous. See you later.”

That was three nights ago, and now you found yourself staring at your buzzing phone on the nightstand. The clock read 9:14pm, and of course, it was a text from Sam. Well, multiple texts from Sam. You scoffed, and picked up the phone.

Hey gorgeous!

What are you up to this evening? Daniel and I were thinking about grabbing a drink if you’d like to join!

You sighed and slammed your phone onto the mattress. You liked Sam. You really did. But it had been so long since your flings were regular, and you had grown up a lot in the past year. Between getting a new apartment, getting a promotion at work, and starting school again to get your BSN, you truly had let your past with Sam slip into the very back rooms of your mind. You had loved focusing on yourself and your career, and you had to admit, you were proud of yourself. You also hadn’t had many partners since Sam, a one night stand here and there, but nothing of substance. You only found yourself thinking of Sam every once in a while, when you’d hear a song by Cat Stevens or walk by a Tesla in a parking lot.

Or when you took a walk alone and would catch yourself wanting to send him a photo of a pretty flower you found.

Or when you’d light candles around your apartment to wind down...

Or when you had too much to drink and found yourself lonely and succumbing to the overwhelming need for the touch of your own hand...

But only sometimes. Sam was busy with the band now, they had released their second full length album not long ago, and after its success, they had left on a giant tour and stayed busy with shows and the like. You were so very proud of him for following in the footsteps of his brothers and traveling the world with them and his best friend, making the music they so loved for their loyal fans. Sam was so talented, you always told him you secretly thought he was holding his talents back and that he could apply so much more to the band. He never disagreed, but you could tell that he always insinuated a maybe someday, but not right now attitude. And you respected him for that.

You paused and held your phone against your forehead before deciding to reply to Sam’s text. You did have tomorrow off, and after the long week you had, you could really use a drink.

Hey Sammy, not much just relaxing at home. I guess I could meet you guys out for a drink, where are you headed?

Almost immediately, you saw his text bubble pop up to tell you he was typing.

I think Daniel said he wanted to go to Sloan’s, if that’s cool with you?

Sloan’s was actually your favorite spot. It was an old dive bar down a backstreet, sort of tucked away, fairly small and uncrowded, but was always full of folks out to let loose.

Sloan’s is perfect. I’ll see you in a few!

You sat up in bed and stretched. You made your way to your closet to change into something a little more presentable-a light sweater with a short velvet skirt and thigh high boots, and then went to the bathroom to spruce up. After spraying some volumizer in your hair and freshening up your makeup, you grabbed your perfume. After two spritzes and applying some to your neck behind your ears, you caught the scent and your memory instantly drove you back in time. You and Sam, no clothes, rain outside, sitting in the backseat of your car together with arms intertwined around each other’s bodies in one of the hottest makeout sessions you've ever had.

“You smell like honeysuckles and rain,” he had said.

The memory was as fleeting as the smell of your perfume on your nose. You finished getting ready and grabbed your purse to head downstairs and to the bar.

Somehow, you had gotten there before Sam or Danny. You found a chair at the bar and the bartender immediately greeted you.

“Evening darlin, the regular?” Sloan asked.

“You know me well, Sloan, yes please. Can you make it a double?”

Sloan, the sixty-something owner of the bar who was rough around the edges but had a heart of gold, shot you a questioning look.

“Rough day at the hospital?” she asked.

“Eh, not really. Just feel like I’m going to need it tonight,” you replied, dodging her glare. You’d been frequenting her watering hole for long enough that she knew enough about you to treat you somewhat like a family member. She shrugged her shoulders, and handed you your drink, with extra limes.

You looked toward the small stage in the corner of the bar and saw that a band was setting up their instruments for the evening. Before long, they began jamming a little bit to check their sound. They had a sweet sound, kind of jazzy, kind of r&b. Then, a gentleman walked in toting an instrument case.

“Sorry I’m late fellas, got a little tied up with the lady,” the man joked with his bandmates. They met him with high fives and handshakes. He then pulled out a saxophone from his case and began hooking it into all the respective cords and wiring.

You’d been there about 20 minutes just enjoying the peace of the environment when your phone buzzed. It was a text from Sam.

Almost there! Sorry, our meeting ran long.

You quickly replied,

No biggie! It’s starting to fill up, there’s a band tonight. See you soon.

Not long after, Sam and Danny were greeting you with ‘hello beautiful’ and hugs. They took barstools on either side of you, and Sam signaled Sloan down to your end of the bar.

“Ready for another, love?” Sam asked you.

“Sure, same thing please, ma’am,” you told Sloan.

She brought your drinks, and the bar was filling up significantly now. The band had started to warm up a bit more, and you were loving catching up with Sam and Danny and hearing all their wild tour stories.

“Wow, you guys are really full on rockstars now. How cool am I to be hanging out with famous people?” you joked and poked Danny in the side.

“We aren’t THAT famous, do you see people flocking to us for autographs right now? No, you don’t,” Sam retorted with sass. The alcohol had caused his eyelids to hood just a bit, and his words had started to just slightly slur. The band picked up and was playing at full volume now. People had begun to gather on the small, makeshift space in front of the stage, using it as a dance floor.

“These guys are pretty good, I’m digging the sax sounds,” you said. The lead singer was filling the room with his deep and raspy voice that floated over the sounds of the keyboard and complemented the saxophone perfectly. The band looked as though they had been playing together for many years.

“Yeah, they kick ass.” Danny exhaled and looked at you sideways.

“What?” you asked him.

“We actually have a little confession, y/n,” Danny said.

You swallowed your drink hard and looked over to Danny with questioning eyes.

“We kind of wanted to come and scope this band out to see if they’d like to tour with us a little bit on this next leg, and open a few shows for us,” Sammy finished. “We’ve all been listening to them for a while, they have a few EP’s out and everyone agrees they would sound great being openers.”

Your eyes grew wide with surprise.

“Holy crap, that is SO cool! I am 100% in agreement with you guys asking them. They truly sound amazing in this little bar, I can only imagine what they'd sound like in a real show setting,” you said. The boys nodded in agreement.

The night was going on splendidly, you found yourself getting more fuzzy from the alcohol, and you also caught Sam stealing glances at you overtop of his glass, to which you would return with a smile and a wink.

On top of the passing glances, he would subtly add a hand to your thigh, an occasional “remember that one time” story, and a “Daniel, doesn't the lady look lovely tonight?” The three of you decided to move from the bar to an open corner table to get away from the direct sound of the band. You’d lost count of how many drinks you’d had, but you had noticed that Sloan had discontinued making them doubles, and lightened her hand while pouring the gin, of which you were very thankful. She had also began to hand you a glass of water with each new drink you ordered. You made a mental note to tip her well tonight.

After about an hour of talking amongst yourselves, the band announced they were going to take a short break, and Sam and Daniel both stood simultaneously announcing, “Time to take care of business!” You watched as they made their way over to them, shook their hands and introduced themselves. Sam then handed them a few business cards, and you were impressed with the looks of astonishment on the band members’ faces when they put two and two together, and realized who they were talking to, and what they were being asked. Again, Sam and Daniel took the time to have short conversation, and shake each members’ hands once again.

They began to make their way back over to the table. You watched as the band all looked at each other in disbelief, and then all celebrated with a collective hug and excited hops and jumps around the stage. Giant smiles adorned all of their faces, some even hugged one another. The gentlemen in the band were significantly older than the boys, but were all so excited nonetheless. You beamed with pride as Sam and Daniel returned to their seats at the table.

“If I didn't know any better, I think you guys just made their night,’ you said as you squeezed a lime into your drink.

Sam replied, rubbing his hands through his hair, “Yeah, I mean I think we were more nervous than they were! We’ve been watching and listening to them in bars since before we could legally drink. Our dad introduced us to them years ago when he played a benefit show with them. He went to high school with the drummer.”

You sat smiling at your two friends and you realized how amazing they were as humans, taking time to make genuine relationships with people they hardly know, and trying even harder to maintain relationships that already exist. You watched as they began to bounce ideas off one another and watch the band as they began to pick back up again. Pride filled your belly as you were overwhelmed with joy to be there with them tonight, watching them as they organically grew their professional careers while also trying to help out the smaller guys.

The band started playing a very upbeat song that had a funky disco vibe to it, and suddenly Danny had both of his hands on your face. “Please dance with me?” he asked. Before you could answer, he was pulling you toward the dance floor, walking backwards slowly and not caring who he bumped into. His eyes were glued to yours, and he was mouthing the words along with the song.

When you finally made it to the dance floor, he spun you around a few times before pulling you close and placing one hand on your lower back. His other hand held yours out to your sides. Dancing had always been your most favorite thing, and it was rare that you found a partner who could keep up and dance on-beat with the song perfectly. Danny was a bit taller than you, but the way he effortlessly tossed you around the floor while keeping his feet and hips perfectly in time with the song had you floating, mentally and physically. He incorporated footwork along with slides and making sure your arms were moving exactly along with his. You were extremely impressed with his dancing skills and his ability to lead.

“Daniel! Why didn't you tell me you could dance?!” you demanded of him, yelling in his ear overtop of the music. He continued to spin you around again before pulling you close. He bent down slightly and pressed his mouth close to your ear. “What made you think I couldn’t dance? It’s literally my job to have the most rhythm in the band,” he responded before pulling back and raising his eyebrows at you as if to say, ‘duh’. It made total sense, his whole body had to keep time for hours on end, keeping the entire band in check with what was happening during shows.

You looked over to the table to find Sam still seated, relaxed back in his chair with his arms crossed, a wide smile across his face as he watched the two of you dance. You looked back to Danny who was returning your stare with the most beautiful and dazzling look in his eyes. The neon lights mixed with the small disco ball was making his already dark complected skin glow an almost red, and his long, dark curls were pulled back into a low bun making the small strands that had fallen around his face look even more sultry. He smiled coyly, showing off his bright white smile. Suddenly he pulled your arms up around his neck and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in to a tighter squeeze than while you were dancing. He fluttered his eyelashes into a long blink before opening them again. He began a slow, sensual swaying back and forth that now matched the slower bluesy song the band had switched to.

He leaned in to your ear once again, and spoke breathily, “You know he really likes you, right?” he pulled back and smiled. You felt flushed.

“I mean, I could have guessed that, I just always thought we were having fun together. You know, two busy schedules and all,” you responded back.

“I’m sure that’s how it started out for him, too. But here lately, I think he’s started to miss you for more than just, you know...” he trailed off. You glanced over to Sam again. He sat in the same chair, now leaning down with his elbows on his knees, sipping on his drink. He had rolled the sleeves of his button up to his elbows. When he saw you looking, he took his free hand and finger-combed his shoulder-length hair back, never breaking eye contact. Then Danny had you up in the air, spinning you around with the song. He lifted you slightly so you were looking down at him. He brought you back down slowly, and you were so close, your lips almost touched. You had your hands on his strong arms, he felt sturdy and strong below your now loosened muscles. He pulled you in close again and began to sway once more. You could feel him under his pants, grinding into you in all the right places. He pulled your arms up around his neck again. He put his lips to your ear, and placed a long and slow kiss right onto it. He was breathing slowly, and you felt your whole body go warm. He was placing small and wet kisses into your ear and behind it. You wanted to pull away, but something held you there, in complete bliss. You physically felt your eyes roll back and close, and you felt that warm and familiar tinge in your stomach and core, one that you weren't sure what to do with, but you also didn't want to go away.

Suddenly he whispered, “Do you know what the rhythm section is?” you closed your eyes as he spoke quietly but directly into your ear. “Its the section of a band completely separate from the rest, but you’d never know it when you watch us perform. It’s our job to keep the pulse of the music going,” Danny continued to pull firmly on your love handles, slowly moving his hands to your lower back and back to your waist. He was pressing his fingertips into your back and right above your ass. You felt extremely and overwhelmingly turned on. In a moment of confidence, or better yet, weakness, you turned your head to the side a bit, exposing your neck. Danny took advantage of the angle, laying his lips right overtop of your carotid artery, lightly plucking at your pulse with his lips, exactly on beat with each hit of the kick drum. He continued to sway with the harmony of the singing and guitar, but his lips were moving in exact congruence with the deeper, underlying sound of the bass and drums. He crept back up to your ear. “See? It’s all about multitasking, knowing exactly what the song needs to sound like and being perfectly in time with the other half of my section, which in our case is Sam’s bass.” Danny pulled you slowly to the edge of the dance floor closest to your table. He turned with his back to Sam, so that you could look over his shoulder and directly at Sam. Sam was already boring his eyes directly into yours. Danny pulled you close again and the song moved into a sultry, saxophone ballad with heavy melodies and tempo switches.

You kept eye contact with Sam. Danny came in close to speak again. “You see sweetheart, without Sam and I, the band would have no back bone. We are great musicians apart, but when you put us together, we anchor everything down. We build a framework for all the other frilly shit to build on top of.” The whole time, Danny never stopped his hips swinging in unison with yours, hugging firmly, his half hard dick grinding into your core. “We learned a long time ago that we’re better together, and once we find our rhythm, that’s where the magic happens.” Sam suddenly smiled a devilish smile from across the room, and took another long sip of his drink.

You pulled back from Danny and looked him right in the eyes, questioning his motives, wondering if Sam knew what he had said to you. The look in Danny’s eyes was hungry and confident. He brought his lips together and bit them both, now returning your questioning look. You dropped your arms from around his neck, and quickly made your way over to your table. You stood in front of Sam, looking down at him without saying a word. The only response he gave you was a cheeky grin followed by a glance and a head tilt toward the door. You folded your arms across your chest, and felt Danny join you in standing before Sam. The three of you shared a wordless nod. “Alright. Ok,” you spoke quickly and firmly. You grabbed your purse that was hanging on the back of Sam’s chair and turned on your heels to beeline to the door. On the way out, Sam threw a hundred on the bar and told Sloan to keep the change. The guys shared waves to the band, as if to say “talk soon”.

The three of you were booking it down the sidewalk to your apartment, no one saying a word. You made it to the front doors, and you reached into your purse for your key card. The doors unlocked, and you made your way to the elevator. After an awkward 20 seconds of waiting, the three of you stepped inside, and you pushed the button for floor 13. The boys stood in the back of the elevator, and you to the front by the doors. You kept your back to them until the doors closed. As soon as they latched, and the elevator began its ascent, you turned around quickly to find two tall, strong, beautiful, Greek god looking men looking directly at you. Danny stood with his arms crossed and head rested back on the wall, eyeing you seductively. Sam was leaning with one arm on the back wall, and the other was twirling his mustache, also looking at you with needing eyes.

“Is this real? Are you guys playing a joke on me?” you asked in a pressing manner.

Neither one spoke, but instead shook their heads saying ‘no’, at the almost exact same. Sam said quietly, finally, “not a joke, lover.” Suddenly the elevator stopped on your floor. You made your way over to your front door, and began fumbling for your keys. Here come the nerves. You finally opened the door, and held your arm out to invite them in first. They awkwardly, but confidently walked into your living room / kitchen. You grabbed a bottle of vodka from on top of your refrigerator, and three glasses from the pantry. You set them down on the kitchen island, and said “Make us something strong. I’ll be right back.”

You sauntered off to the bathroom to gather your thoughts. You shut the door behind you and leaned on the sink and looked at your self in the mirror. ‘What the hell is happening?’ you thought. You lightly slapped yourself on the face a few times. You were WAY out of your comfort zone, but for some reason, felt completely safe and confident. And not to mention extremely horny. The alcohol was beginning to wear off a bit due to the influx of adrenaline of the realization that you just brought two men home with you. You looked at yourself in the mirror again. “Just fucking do it, stupid. You're a grown adult,” you whispered to yourself. You took a deep breath and shook out your nerves. You sat down to pee, and freshened yourself up a bit, silently thanking your past self for shaving everything earlier in the day.

You returned to the kitchen to find Sam and Danny standing at the island with three drinks made. Sam spoke up first. “Y/n, you know you can trust me. We don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with.”

Danny continued, “Right, and we’ll turn around and leave right now if that’s what you want us to do. Just say the word.”

You stood with your arms crossed across your chest, pondering the two of them intensely. You picked up your drink and took a sip. You inhaled deeply. “Okay, and my word is, I want the two of you in my bedroom. Right now.”

#greta van fleet #sam kiszka #danny wagner #smut #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet smut #Danny Wagner x reader #sam kiszka x reader #greta van smut #gvf #josh kiszka #Jake kiszka #gvf smut #Danny gvf #sam gvf #greta van fluff #josh gvf #jake gvf

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chemicaljacketslut · 4 months

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HOW HAVE YOU BEEN AHH... (this is eddie/bennie btw ive changed my url like 10000 times)

AHH HEYY IVE BEEN GOOD… finally started college in january, it’s been a little over a month & it’s been going well kind of lol… classes are HARD but we persevere (and LEARN FROM OUR MISTAKES AND DONT TAKE THE SAME KINDS OF CLASSES NEXT SEMESTER also it’s actually just these two specific classes for reasons that would require a whole separate rant ugh the other ones aren’t bad), i haven’t really made like actual friends yet but there are some promising groups im in so yayy hopefully i can actually click with people ugh it is soo hard. so tldr college is hard but this is the average first semester experience so i’m chillin, plus sammie and i are still going strong after over a year together now and we’re in it together at the same college !! which makes it easier bc this place is a 20 hour drive from my hometown i knew NO ONE when i came here lol i have yet to meet someone else from my state besides sammie. how have u been as well??? ahh i wish i were more active on here i miss u!

#eeeeeeeek it’s so nice to hear from u #asks #ghost rants

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aritamargarita · 1 year

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ATTITUDE || 018

hey guys. so i decided to upload the regular installment instead, it would make more sense chronologically (when do i ever follow timeline though lmfao) since there’s one match in the Christmas episode that’s really important and it ain’t the eggnog match LMAOO

ik after last chapter being a complete mess we need a break. reader said she'll make lita scream but now they're chillin getting snacks smh... its like..."cant stand her fake ass!!" 10 minutes later: ME AND THE BESTIEEE

nellieee & rated: sweethearts readers. this one is for you..the girls that get it GET IT

to all my fellow jeff fans, this is a love letter from me to you. i hope you enjoy, i felt kinda eeerrrhhh this chapter but only cause i had to keep rereading it lol

THE SHOW’S OVER! You felt really, really hungry. Not for actual food, you wanted some junk food. It’s a candy extravanganza.

You took the liberty to ride with Lita, with you two leaving as early as possible in order to stock up on snacks. The both of you had that segment together so it was pretty easy for the both of you to meet up afterward.

She mentioned Matt left his camcorder in the car, so you picked it up and started to record. He may be pretty iffy on you, but you figured you may as well leave a gift for him.

Just because you can.

“Hello world!” After making extra sure that it was actually recording, you turn the camera towards yourself. “And hello Matt’s camera. I’m sorry for taking most of your film!” You then turn the camera towards Lita, zooming in slightly. “Your little girlfriend is driving.”

For a split second, Lita takes her eyes off the road and swats at you.

“Woah, woah, woah, focus on the road!” You complain. For someone who was so insistent on driving, she sure enjoyed trying to be a passenger. She’s been messing with you for this whoooleee ride. More than likely it was because of your Mapquest directions….

“We’re gonna stop for some snacks. Don’t Canadians have chocolate smarties??” You question.

“Pretty sure they do.” Lita nodded. “Trish mentioned it before.”

Oh shit! SHE IS CANADIAN!! You forgot! Now that you think about it, most of your coworkers were Canadian too.

The hotel wasn’t that far, but the detour you two were taking probably was going to make it a bit longer than that. Not that bad, you two were just getting back a little later tonight.

“I need my fix of candy,” You say, turning the camera over to the 7/11 sign that was now coming into view. “Something that’ll make my teeth fall out.”

“Then you can put them under your pillow for the tooth fairy.” Lita suggests. “I’m sure you’ll get a lot of money for it.”

“Yeah, right. If the tooth fairy was even real.”

There’s silence for a moment before Lita stops the car just as she’s about to park. “…The tooth fairy isn’t real?”

You look at her slowly. Did she really ask that? “No. No, the tooth fairy isn’t real.”

“Damn. I’ve been lied to my entire life.” She says, running a hand through her hair. She looks absolutely destroyed by this new information.

You’re just surprised she even thought the tooth fairy was real. “No one told you this entire time? Ma’am…y…”

“Listen, I need some time away to think about this.” Lita says dramatically. What, were you going to say that Santa Claus wasn’t real either?! You do believe in Santa, so she’s safe for now. “Grab what you want. I’ve gotta get gas, I’ll be in to fill my arms with as many snacks A-S-A-P.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You wave your hand at her. “…Oh, shit, there’s a Subway here too. Is that Tim Horton’s? I haven’t had that in a while. Let’s grab—“

Lita shakes her head. “Nope. I’m in charge tonight, we’re going to IHOP. No ifs, ands, or buts. I printed out the directions! Look in the glove compartment.”

You pop it open and pull out folded paper. You look at her and she motions her hand towards it, making you unwrap it into it’s true form. A huge ass map with directions printed clear on the side.

Wow. She was serious.

“…Let me get out of here.” You open the door and get out of the car, tossing the map back into your seat.

Mission 7/11 was in full effect. Once you enter the convenience store, you look around. It was pretty empty. Maybe one or two cars were around. It’s only about 10 pm, so you wonder where everyone’s ran off to.

The bright lights of the store make you blink a few times. Damn, they turned the brightness UP. Your eyes had gotten used to the dark car. “Evening.” You greet the cashier at the counter.

He looks up from the magazine he was reading for a second. “Evening.” But then he does a double take. He couldn’t believe it. You’re [Name] from the WWF! “Holy shit—hey, excuse me?”

You’re about to walk into one of aisles, but you stop, turning over to the cashier. “Yeah?”

“Are you…” He pauses for a moment. “You’re [Name], right?? The wrestler.”

“I do!” You confirm with a nod. “You know me?”

“You’re literally my favorite wrestler.” He says. “I know there was a show tonight, my boyfriend’s been paging me like crazy! I got him to tape it for me since I’m working, but I don’t want him to spoil it.”

“You won’t get any outta me either.” You reassure with a smile. Your eyes look down to his name tag curiously. Jean-Pierre, huh?

“Well, wait….is Lita in it?” He asks, quickly caving in. It be like that sometimes. “I’ve gotta know. She’s my favorite too.”

Man, wouldn’t he be surprised. “Oh, she’s in it alright…...”

“What does that mean?! No, don’t tell me!” He shakes his head, looking away from you.

You’ve always enjoyed meeting fans. People who appreciate what you do in the ring was always pleasure.

…It gives you a idea, actually. You hold out a finger to him. “One second.” You hate to be one of those customers, but you had to! You wanted to take a picture with him. But he wouldn’t know until you check out, that is. It’s the least you could do!

Especially since Lita’s traveling with you. It just works, man. Speaking of that lady, where the hell did she go?? Gas does not take that long to pump. She’s crucial in this plan. You go back into the aisles, not only searching for cameras, but for Lita as well.

The place isn’t huge, per say, but it had a lot of items. There’s giftcards, magazines (is that a Raw magazine?), just about anything you could think of. It’s a convenience store, after all…

You totally got distracted for a minute looking at the Stacker 2 bottle. You really hope they give you a commercial for that, even if you don’t really use fat burners.

Finally finding a small aisle for miscellaneous items, you lean down to look at your options.

There’s only two FujiFilm cameras left on the shelf. You’re feeling greedy, so you just take both of them. Heading back up to the front, you place them on the counter. “Just these:”

He doesn’t exactly catch on quite yet, so he rings you out without a second thought. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

You weren’t exactly ready for the question he had next though.

“Jeff Hardy or Raven?”

It immediately makes you laugh. Whether it was out of nervousness or just the fact you found it hilarious, you truly didn’t know. “Can’t tell you. Who do you like with me better?”

“Gotta say…” He thinks about it for a moment after bagging your items. “Jeff Hardy. You two are really cute together.”

Huh….interesting. People really liked you and Jeff together, you couldn’t see it, but hey, an opinion is an opinion.

Lita finally comes in, waving at the cashier and shooting you finger guns. “Sorry. The pump wouldn’t take my card. I got it this time though.”

Somehow, the surprise was a bit ruined in your eyes. Jean-Pierre looked like his eyes would pop out of their sockets. Both of his favorite wrestlers were here!! He rubs his eyes, trying to wake up from this dream.

Holy shit, this is reality! He doesn’t even know what to say at first, completely starstruck. You take the opportunity to speak up for him, waving one of the cameras.

“…Want a picture?”

He sure as hell did, why was that even a question? The fact you two came to this location is amazing. It’s small, so it’s fairly easy to miss. This has gotta be the best shift he’s ever had.

“Wait, hold on, let me get snacks first.” Lita says, rushing into one of the aisles. You playfully roll your eyes and unbox the camera.

“We don’t need her! Let’s take a picture with just us two.”

You, Lita, and the young man at the register were chatting up a storm for quite a bit after checking out and taking pictures. You all talked about your favorite matches in history and things you felt inspired by.

All good things have to come to an end unfortunately. You both wave to him goodbye, letting him keep one of the cameras that had your photos on it. There’s twenty seven exposures in total, so he could use the rest however he pleases.

You’ll have to come again sometime, maybe when Raw or Smackdown is in town. Very convenient place too, you’d get Subway, but Lita forced you to go to IHOP. It’s like she has a gun to your head.

You’re behind the wheel, meanwhile Lita’s holding up the directions and reading out the directions to you. Every so often, she’d look out the window to make sure you were going the right direction.

No more mistakes. Tonight, Lita’s about to enjoy her time at the International House of Pancakes. She’s been waiting for this all week! “Okay, [Name], make a left here…” She’d guide you.

You could tell she’s excited. You don’t get why she’s so excited. You’re ordering a Belgian Waffle to spite her. To spite her and give an ode to RVD saying it’s the capital of Brussels. Bless him.

In little to no time, you pull up to the restaurant. Lita says it’s all thanks to her directions, but you pay her no mind.

You two get out of the car and head to the doors. You open one up and immediately try closing it quickly behind you, making Lita pull on the handle to try and open it again.

“Oh, you fucking—“ She curses, lightly hitting you in the back as soon as she gets in. You laugh as you walk towards the front counter.

Before you can ask for a table, Lita shakes her head and grabs your hand. “No need. I’ve already called it in.”

Huh. She was serious about this pancake situation. She must’ve called it in while she was outside or something. You go along with it, letting her drag you to one of the tables nearby a window.

…Wait, didn’t a hostess have to sit you down? You’re just about to question her when your eyes fall on two familiar people sitting in a booth.

It’s Matt…..and…..Jeff. Both of them were there. Matt didn’t seem too surprised, but Jeff on the other hand seemed shocked you were even here.

Lita lets go of your hand. “Wow! What a coincidence,” She says, putting her hands on her hips. “I had no clue you guys would be here tonight…”

You slowly look at Lita. There are no words to describe how irritated you were. It’s no wonder she merrily skipped past the desk and any hostesses. Does she think you’re stupid?

You want to leave. Seeing Jeff was starting to make you sick to your stomach.

“Are ya’….gonna sit?” Jeff suddenly asks, scooting over. It’s obvious he wants you next to him.

“…I guess.” You have no choice, so you sit down right next to him as Lita sits next to Matt.

Across from you, the two of them spare glances to each other, almost like they were communicating telepathically or something.

“We have to use the bathroom.” Lita announced, jumping out of her seat. She reaches over and grabs Matt to bring him out.

He nods with her. “Yeah. We’ll be back.” The two leave you and Jeff alone, but unbeknownst to you two, they weren’t too far away..

You hate them. They’re doing this on purpose. This must’ve been premeditated. You’re going to kill Lita and then yourself. Damn it.

“If you’re wondering, I’m not mad at ya’ or anything.” He says, setting his hand on the table.

Unable to look him in the eye, you turn your attention toward his hand.

He painted his nails…cute.

“I’m mad at Raven,” He continues. “He doesn’t deserve you. I think he’s just using you. I know we had something, [Name]. Don’t tell me it was nothing when we kissed.”

The more he talks, the more guilty you’re starting to feel. You’re not entirely sure what to say, either. Your mouth starts to feel uncomfortably dry as you look down under the table. “Did you get any water? Phew.”

“….” He doesn’t say anything at first, instead pushing his glass of water towards you. “Didn’t drink out of it. It’s all yours.”

You happily open a straw lying on the table and drink some.

“It would’ve gone further if my neck wasn’t hurting.” He admits. “It’s risky, but I just wanted you all to myself on that table.”

You look around as you sip your water. Thank goodness his voice was pretty quiet. He sounded tired and you couldn’t blame him. You’re starting to feel a little worn down from the show today, too.

Without you staring at him, he doesn’t think you’re taking him seriously. “Look at me, [Name]..”

You don’t.

Even as you can see him expectantly staring at you from the corner of your eye, you just decide to stare straight ahead.

And Jeff has already had enough. He takes his hand and decides to pull your face towards him. You’re taken aback by it.

He too, seems surprised that he’s even done it. “I…sorry. I just want ya’ to look at me…”

You’re conflicted. You don’t know whether you want to slap him down or just kiss him. Even if the latter made you feel guilty.

“I would say you’re my muse, darling.” The pet name makes you flinch. “I’ve..painted you at least 3 times now.”

“Three times?” You repeat. “Three times….when can I see these paintings?”

Three times is crazy to you. You’re hoping he isn’t too crazy for you right now, this is just a horrible time.

“I don’t have it with me right now. Maybe next time I see you.”

Boo…..

Jeff feels like he’s making progress with you. He feels like the luckiest man in the world because you haven’t shoved him away yet.

He feels even luckier when you don’t reject his advance. He takes your hand into his own, the two of you quickly interlocking fingers with one another.

You still think this was wrong. However, your heart was telling you otherwise. The moment he squeezes your hand is when you feel like Jeff’s the one you want right now.

“WE’RE BACK!” Lita announces, a smile on her face. Matt trails behind her, nodding to the both of you. The two slide right back into their seats and the waitress comes over just in time.

Lita seems to eye you and Jeff holding hands on the table, a smirk playing on her lips. You remind yourself to strangle her when you get the chance, though that time may come after Vengeance.

Even the trip back to the hotel was calm. Jeff wanted you to go with him instead. Lita almost pushes you towards him, eager for you two to actually be alone. She knows her and Matt were having issues, but she definitely wants you two to sort shit out.

She can tell that Jeff really likes you. He always has, just didn’t know how to go about it.

Hand in hand, you two make your way upstairs. “Are you scared for your match?” You suddenly ask, swinging your hand.

“Nah.” He shakes his head. “It is what it is. If Matt wants a challenge, then so be it. I just wish he didn’t bring Lita into it.”

You make a noise, signifying that you agree. Poor Lita, she’s in the midst of their rivalry.

“Hold on, my room is right here.” You start to pull out your keycard. “Are you coming in or you just wanted to walk me?”

“I can come in if ya’ want.”

The answer is absolutely. You do want him to come in. “Feel free.” You unlock the door and the both of you walk in together.

And now that Jeff’s here, you’re not entirely sure what to do. It’s a hotel room, not your house, so you didn’t have a lot to entertain him with.

“Wanna sit?” It’s a tentative offer, but truly this situation was getting more and more awkward by the second.

“Yeah.” He takes a seat on the bed, watching you as you pace around for a minute. Eventually, you come over to sit next to him.

“…[Name].” He calls. Jeff turns over to you and grabs your shoulders. “…Who do you see me as?” He asks. “Do you see me as less than Raven?”

“No, it’s just—“ He interrupts you by pulling you into a kiss. It’s almost like he wanted you to start talking just so he could cut you off.

You exhale through your nose once he parts away. He tasted like syrup, hehe.

Jeff kisses you again, but this time changes direction and makes his way down towards your neck. It makes you laugh. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing.” You replied. You just can’t believe how you got in this situation. “Hold on, hold on,” you say.

“…I’m going to be honest, [Name]. You’re making me nervous.” He admits. “I feel like my legs are gonna give out if I stand up.”

You’re about to pass out yourself. “I’m not feeling any be—“

And then, the phone’s ringing. It just takes you out of the moment. You groan. No way you just got the ick from the phone. Problem is, neither of you want to stop the direction it’s heading.

You crawl over the bed towards the nightstand. Whoever’s calling sucks.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Nitro Girl.” Hunter greets, his voice as chipper as ever. “Been a while.”

Goddamn it. OUT OF ALL TIMES HE COULD GIVE YOU A CALL..

“This isn’t a good time.” You say, letting out a huff of air. “If it’s important, make it quick.”

“Didn’t know you were the type to rush things. Whatever you say. Listen, I’ll cut to the chase. That lingerie I gave you. I need you to use that and bring Jericho to a hotel room. I’m gonna ambush him.”

Because Jeff was still there, trying to catch his breath as much as you were, you do your best to keep things as vague as possible. “Are you seriously gonna do that?”

“Yeah. Everyone will go crazy over it. Just think of it as a hookup. You won’t have to try and seduce Jericho after this again. I’ll even let you hit him once.”

“I knew it wasn’t just some gift out of the blue. The fact you never explained was confusing.”

“Didn’t have time. Steph’s been hassling me all week. She’s really excited for me to come back. Honestly, I feel like I’m ready to go.”

“Right. Excited to…” You think for a second how to phrase it. “—see you again. Have a good night.”

“Wow, it’s almost like you REALLY don’t want to talk to me.”

You sigh. “It’s really not the best time.”

“Then I’ll call you tomorrow night. Goodnight.”

“Night.” You hang up the phone and turn to Jeff with an apologetic look on your face.

“Who’s that?” He asks, scooting back and laying down. You decide to join him, laying right next to him and staring up at the ceiling.

“Old friend of mine.” You lied. “…Wanna stay the night?”

Better luck next time…

ITS DONE PLEASE DONT KILL ME PLEAAAASESSD. VENGEANCE IS NEXT BUT I NEED TO FIX CERTAIN PARTS OF THE MATCH!!!! and other matches. because reader is coming to fuck with everyones match YEAH!

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