Tags: tss spoilers, more of Harley’s and the reader’s friendship than necessary (sorry not sorry), canon violence and death, injured reader, worried flag, angst, fluff, mutual pining, love confessions, kissing, a lil bit cheesy but happy ending
Summary: Harley is sure colonel Flag has a thing for you, but you’re not so sure. Then, when the mission turns sideways and you get hurt, everything changes.
A/N: first fic on my brand new blog! Idk if anyone will see this yet but oh well, I’m still excited since I love Rick so much 🥰
Cross-posted to ao3
As you boarded the helicopter and got into your seat, you couldn’t help the way your heart raced a little bit. Missions always excited you in a weird way. Sure, there was the perk of getting time off your sentence, but what you really liked was the adrenaline rush.
Being locked in a cell almost all day everyday was so dull. Your only solace from the boredom inside was the fact your friends were close by. They also both happened to be joining on the mission to Corto Maltese. Well, Harley Quinn would be joining you on the team—Rick Flag would be leading it.
You had no idea where Harley was, all you could see were male faces in the group boarding. Except for Mongal, but you obviously could tell her apart from Harley. Oh, and the Weasel. But once again, there was no way he’d blend in either.
You looked to Colonel Flag, ready to get up and ask him if he was sure Harley was coming, but he was busy directing everyone to their seats. He caught your eye and shot you a quick smirk before returning his focus to herding everyone on board. You ignored the way your cheeks started to feel warm from it.
Your eyes lingered on Rick for a bit longer, secretly loving the authoritative look on his handsome face. Despite the roughness that came with his job, he always looked at you with kindness and treated you as an equal. He talked to you differently than he did everyone else. He had a very obvious soft spot for you (he knew it, you knew it, everyone knew it), but it was never pointed out out loud. You thought it was sweet, but you’d never say that out loud either. You let out a dreamy sigh and turned your head away from him. You couldn’t let him or the others catch you staring.
Across from you, you were shocked to find the Weasel looking at you. It made your eyes go wide and you jumped a little at the sight of the feral looking creature.
Beside you, a weight crashed down and you turned your head again. You were met with Blackguard’s smiling face.
“Hi.”
“Um, hi,” you responded, letting your slight confusion appear on your face. You’d gone on a mission with him maybe only twice, but it was enough that he should know that—
“That’s my seat!” Harley’s voice echoed through the Helicopter. She made her way over and stopped right in front of Blackguard. She looked stunned that he would even dare to sit there.
Blackguard shrugged. “You snooze, you lose,” he said dismissively, focusing back on you. It was starting to become more clear why he wouldn’t give up his spot beside you. “So anyway-”
“Move!” Harley yelled this time, growing frustrated. If she didn’t look like she was about to kill him you would’ve laughed. He ignored her, which led to Harley narrowing her eyes. She leaned down and got in his face and that time you did laugh. “Listen here you little—
“Would you mind letting my friend sit in that seat? Please?” you asked loudly yet sweetly to interrupt her threat.
Blackguard’s cheeky smile grew wider. “What, we can’t be friends?”
Loud footsteps came up from the side. “Blackguard, move,” Flag ordered firmly. He was always looking out for you and even Harley. There was something else in his tone, though. In the stern expression on his face as he stared down Blackguard.
Finally, the bleach-blonde criminal scoffed. “Fine,” he said, obviously reluctant. He stood up and moved to a seat across from you and Harley, landing beside the Weasel. You shot Flag an appreciative smile before he walked away.
“Jeez Louise,” Harley scoffed out as she finally took her seat beside you. “Whatta brat.”
You smirked to yourself. “Maybe try getting here on time,” you said jokingly.
“Oh please,” Harley said sarcastically. “Everyone knows I always sit by you. We’re like a—uh—dynamic duo,” she declared, seemingly proud of herself for coming up with that.
““Dynamic duo”?” you parroted back, amused. “Careful, Harley. You’re gonna make us sound like heroes.”
Harley shrugged. “You maybe, not me.”
You laughed a little at that. “How am I a hero?”
Harley scoffed at your question, which was underlined with sarcasm. “Oh please.” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “You stole money from a bunch of rich jerks and gave it to people who needed it. You’re like, uh, who’s that boy that wears the tights?”
You laughed and ventured a guess. “Robin Hood?”
“Yeah! That’s you,” she retorted, grinning at you.
You looked at her and met her eyes before facing forward again. “Well if that’s true, then why am I sitting here?”
When you first met Harley and you told her why you were in Belle Reve, she had laughed in your face. She didn’t believe you, claiming you were undercover or lying. That only actual bad guys ended up in that prison.
She finally believed you when you revealed one of the “rich jerks” as she had put it that you had stolen from was Bruce Wayne. It made a lot more sense then. Because of the fact that you’d been able to steal money from one of the most well known billionaires in the nation, you were deemed too dangerous to go to any other prison. “Who knows what else she’s capable of?” they would always say.
After that admission, you gained Harley’s trust quickly. She seemed to admire you a bit even. It wasn’t long before you two formulated the strongest friendship you ever had. Now, years later, you were inseparable. Even when Harley got out of prison she came back to visit (and smuggle you out for girls night on more than one occasion, but no one needed to know that).
She still teased you about it, though. That’s just the relationship you had.
Harley pondered over the question for a few seconds, before saying, “they can afford better lawyers?” It came out as a question and you burst out laughing. Harley joined you because hey, it was true.
Harley’s eyes drifted away from you to look past. “Aw, how cute,” she said teasingly.
You furrowed your brows a little and turned to face her again. “What?”
“Loverboy is starin’ at you again.” She gave a smug smile and wiggled her brows.
“Who?”
“Who”?” Harley said mockingly. “Don’t act like you don’t know.” She rolled her eyes when you didn’t say anything, but the cheeky smile remained. “Flag, obviously,” she revealed in a taunting whisper. “He’s got a thing for you.”
As much as you wished it was true, you doubted it. Still, you couldn’t hide the blush that dusted your cheeks at the mere thought. “What? No he doesn’t.”
“Uh, yes he does,” she countered sassily. “He’s always looking at you and worrying about you. He likes you.” Your silence and the look you shot her told Harley you were unconvinced, so she continued. “What? You think it’s a coincidence he’s always leading whatever team you’re on?”
Finally, she got a rise out of you. “That’s his job, Harley.”
“Fine. Sure. Whatever you gotta tell yourself,” she said, acting dismissive.
You wondered what her goal was—she always pushed this so hard. Harley wasn’t an easy read, though. Half the time you had no clue what she was thinking, but she was always persistent about this.
You shot a glance Flag’s way after making a mental note to not look over at him while Harley was basically gossiping about the man. You met his gaze briefly, realizing he had been looking at you, before you both looked away.
You and Harley hadn’t been the only ones chatting, but all noise coincidentally died down in unison. The quiet only lasted for a few moments before everyone got rowdy. Javelin asked about T.D.K’s name, Harley fawned over Javelin’s accent, and Blackguard asked what the Weasel was. He thought it was a dog, Harley thought it was a werewolf. That freaked Blackguard out, causing him to panic. Suddenly everyone was talking over each other, which caused Rick to have to scold the group. You just sat back and laughed.
About a minute later there wasn’t enough time for any more chaos. The helicopter had arrived at the drop point.
You and Harley planned to jump together, letting a few others go first. When you got to the open door, a large hand landed on your back. You looked to your side and found it belonged to Rick.
“I’ll see you down there. Good luck,” he said loudly over the sound of the helicopter. You thanked him with a nod before Harley grabbed your hand and jumped. You went down with her, holding your breath just in time as you hit the water.
It turned out that the Weasel couldn’t swim, so you were already down a team member. You heard Rick yelling about it in frustration from above into his com. Things were already off to a not so great start.
You and Harley started swimming to the shore as you heard one final splash. Colonel Flag had jumped in, meaning the mission had officially begun.
When you two reached the shore together, you and Harley worked to lug a bag containing two guns onto the sand. Harley laughed wickedly as she pulled out the bigger and more destructive of the two for herself. You crouched behind a large rock just at the shoreline near her and waited for Rick, who was close by, to give his command.
Everyone else was too, except for Blackguard. He stepped out despite Colonel Flag demanding he stopped.
Things went from okay to bad to worse very quickly after that.
Next thing you knew, you were being shot at. The task force had been sold out by Blackguard and Waller refused to let your team retreat.
Evidently that was good enough for Harley, so she stood and fired an explosive from her oversized gun. Rick protested but Harley couldn’t be controlled.
He turned and gave you a look that could be compared to a fed up babysitter. You let out a loud laugh despite bullets flying overhead. A smile plastered itself on your face as the rush hit, grabbing your gun. Rick looked at you like you were insane.
“You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” he yelled to you, probably only halfway joking. You turned your head and met his eyes.
“You love it,” you teased, grinning. You looked back forward, missing the expression that told you how right you were.
“Quit flirting and come on!” Harley screamed at you and then began running, trying to get closer.
You took off after her, having no idea what her plan was but trusting her with your life. Flag screamed your name but you were already gone. Harley was running at full speed, dodging bullets with an energized look on her face. She thrived in chaos.
You fired your gun as you ran, unsure if you even hit any targets. Turns out you had and suddenly more members of the army focused on trying to take you down. You spotted a good place for cover behind a huge rock and took off in a different direction towards it. Harley caught you in her peripheral and changed course to follow you this time. She did a somersault as a bullet just missed her and landed right beside you safely.
Neither of you looked over the large rock, trying to stay out of harm's way for a brief moment. Just to catch your breath.
Loud gunfire from your side of the beach approached and the next thing you knew, Flag was landing on the ground beside you.
“You can’t fucking take off like that,” he reprimanded, a little out of breath. “You okay?” he asked calmer, looking you over.
“Never better,” you quipped back. He cracked a smile but it quickly disappeared when Waller’s voice came over the com to give the colonel an order.
Harley opened her mouth to make a snide comment about how Flag had gone after you (you could tell by the look on her face when she saw him) but her attention was drawn to T.D.K, who was actually called The Detachable Kid.
That went badly… and weirdly. Harley cursed, confused. Flag was frustrated, screaming about how he didn’t pick the team. You were just… speechless at the moment. No other mission had gone so bad so fast. You wondered what the hell you all had done to Waller for her to stick you with these amateurs.
Mongal only made matters worse. And yes, somehow things could get worse. Areas of the beach erupted into flames as the enemy helicopter crashed to the ground.
The entire team was being taken out one by one, mostly by its own recklessness. Unfortunately, Harley joined in—on what could only be described as stupidity—to run out from the safety of the rock into the warfare when she saw Boomerang go down.
A firm hand wrapped around your bicep before you could even think to stand. “Don’t you dare,” Flag warned.
“Harley-“
“Harley made her choice,” he stated sternly, jaw clenched. He stared you in the eye as he said, “I’m not letting you make the same one, you’re staying with me.”
As much as you cared for Rick, you were growing angry. “And what the hell makes me so special, huh?” you spit out. Harley was your closest friend and you couldn’t believe he was stopping you from trying to help.
Rick’s gaze was intense as you held it, challenging him. You were waiting for the tough take-no-shit-from-anyone Colonel to come out. But it didn’t. “Thought you knew me better than to have to ask me that,” he replied instead, not as rough as before but not soft by any means. He even sounded a little… hurt?
You were taken aback, not expecting that after preparing for him to finally snap at you. Lord knows you pushed him a few times, but yet another time went by without it happening. You wondered if you could even make him mad. It’s not like you wanted to, but the favoritism was apparent. It was like a theory you wanted to test.
The gunfire was still raging on and it seemed like you two were the only ones who could make a decent getaway. You swallowed your concern and started thinking tactically. “We need to move,” you decided. Harley was tough and smart, if anyone could survive out there alone it was her. You had to be selfish and think about your’s and Rick’s safety for now. “We can run for the jungle and try to hide long enough for Waller to send a rescue team. It’s our best move.”
Rick was silent for a moment before deciding. “You’re right. We go on three and you stay with me. Understood?”
“I will. I promise,” you said in confirmation.
His countdown came quick and you were on your feet running even quicker. You were in a full on sprint, no weapon (you had gotten up so fast you left your gun behind), just trying to head for cover. Rick was close behind, shooting as he ran with you.
When you stopped hearing him fire, fear overcame you. You paused running only briefly to look over your shoulder. Thankfully Rick was still on his feet. He had just run out of bullets and was tossing his gun to the ground to lose the dead weight.
A sudden pain stuck on your left shoulder and spread through your body in a jolt, but you had no time to fixate on it as Rick was charging forward. He grabbed you by the bicep to get you moving again. You winced in pain but he didn’t notice. When you started running, you barely did either.
His hand fell off as the two of you made it into the jungle. It was a steep path down and dark as hell. Your head was spinning and you were breathing heavily. You only made it about another minute before you started stumbling on your feet.
You didn’t even realize you’d hit the ground on your back until you saw Flag crouch down over you.
“Y/N, what-“ he fell silent, eyes wide. He touched the inside of your shoulder just above your chest and you grit your teeth in pain. When he pulled his hand away, it was a deep red. Even in the dark you could tell. “You’re shot,” he realized, horrified.
So that’s what the pain was. Made sense. How had you not noticed you’d gotten shot? Probably the adrenaline. You laughed to yourself, the world around you swirling. God, you were tired.
“Y/N, can you hear me?” Rick asked, cutting off the rapid inner monologue. He was more panicked than you’d ever seen him, and given the situations he had been in that was saying a lot.
“It’s fine,” you lied very unconvincingly. You didn’t want him to worry so much. It made you sad seeing him sad.
“Bullshit,” he shot back, clearly upset. With you, with himself, with the mission; you weren’t sure. You didn’t have the energy to figure out which.Thinking was too tiring. You just wanted to sleep. “Hey! No! Don’t close your eyes,” Flag ordered.
There was his Colonel's voice. First time ever he’d used it on you, but there was no true bite to it. It was just demanding and full of fear that he was terrible at hiding. It was endearing, honestly. Proved he cared. It made you smile. Your mind started to scatter, thoughts started leaving your brain. If you weren’t in pain it would’ve been peaceful.
“You’re not bleeding out on me, you hear? Stay with me, Y/N.” Rick’s hands came down to hold your face. His hand was sticky with blood—your blood—but you didn’t have the energy to cringe. He leaned down a little more, looking into your hazy eyes. “Stay with me.” The desperation on his face made your heart ache. You weren’t smiling anymore. “You promised me,” he said in almost a whisper.
“I meant it,” you rasped out in response to his pleas.
Curiosity overcame you, so you reached your hand up your body and pressed it to your own wound. You hissed at the sting, realizing how bad it was. He was scared of you bleeding out, which was starting to feel possible.
Rick started talking again, but not to you. You pulled your hand back and stared at your own blood, listening as Rick’s desperate begging for Waller to help went ignored.
Eventually his voice faded. Everything faded. Last thing you were able to comprehend was being hoisted off the ground—an arm under your back and an arm under your legs—and your head falling against Flag’s chest.
Then everything went black.
Bright light through your eyelids made them flutter open slowly. Your head was aching and your eyes were tired. You scanned the area and realized you were flat on your back on what felt like a table, staring up at the ceiling of a hut.
You heard a sigh of relief and then a pleasantly familiar voice. “She’s awake,” Rick announced. You turned your head to the side you had heard his voice from and found him smiling down at you. “Hey there,” he said softly, his hand raising to brush a strand of hair from your face.
That’s when you realized that his other hand was occupied with holding yours.
You opened your mouth to speak, but your voice caught in your sore throat.
“Hey,” Rick addressed someone else in the room. “Water- can I get some water?”
You heard footsteps and turned your head to the other side to find a woman with tanned skin and black hair offering you a cup. You accepted it with your free hand, not wanting to let Rick’s go. You gave a silent thanks before sipping at it, still laying down.
You took a deep breath before finally talking. “Who are you?” was the first thing you ended up saying.
“Sol Soria,” the woman introduced, offering a smile.
“She’s a member of the resistance,” Rick explained. “She helped patch you up.”
Your memory started flying back, starting with your wounded shoulder. It ached more now that you were aware of that. You looked down at yourself then and saw the top layers of your outfit had been stripped off, leaving you in your tank top with a large bandage wrapped around your wound.
Rick squeezed your hand reassuringly. “I was so worried about you,” he confessed. “But you’re okay now. We’re safe here.”
Last you remembered you were bleeding out in the jungle. When you looked at Rick again, you realized he was missing his shirt and his face that had once been dirtied up was now clean. You could feel that the dirt and blood had been cleaned from your skin as well.
“How did I get here?” you wondered aloud.
“Your man there,” Sol Soria spoke up with a smile, gesturing to Flag. “He carried you all the way here. Wouldn’t leave your side either until you woke up.”
You vaguely remembered being lifted but the fact that Flag had done all that just for you… you didn’t know what to say. “You carried me the whole way?” you asked with slight disbelief.
Rick smiled softly down at you with caring eyes. “I had to make sure you were safe.”
“And you are now. Both of you,” Sol Soria assured. “I’ll find some fresh clothes.” She exited the hut then, leaving you and Rick alone.
“Why?” you asked after a few beats of silence.
You tried to sit up then, struggling a little. Flag got to his feet from his chair and helped you steady yourself. One hand was on your arm just above your elbow and the other stayed holding yours.
Rick took a deep breath through his nose then sighed. You stared up at him as he towered over you. His hand that held yours suddenly lifted. You weren’t expecting him to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand.
“You know why.”
Everything finally added up—everything Harley had been telling you for months. The stolen glances and lingering touches that you thought were accidental, the shared smiles and laughs you thought were friendly, the worry and concern he seemed to only have for you, and so much more that was now replaying in your head. You had been denying it for so long, not letting yourself believe it to save yourself from being wrong—from being hurt—but now you couldn’t do anything but accept it. And you were happy to.
“Yeah, I do.” A smile spread across your face. “Still…” you met his eyes to find him staring back. This time neither of you looked away. “I wanna hear you say it.”
Rick smiled bashfully to himself, looking down briefly. “I’ve been wanting to,” he admitted. “For a while.”
You tilted your head to the side, curious, remembering that it wasn’t just you who had kept your feelings hidden. “Why haven’t you?”
Flag let out a small chuckle to himself. It sounded a little self loathing and a little amused. “Didn’t know if I could take it if I didn’t hear it back.”
The confession left you stunned. How could he think that? How could he not know your heart had been his this whole time? You released his hand then, which caused him to freeze. You quickly squashed his quiet panic when both of your hands cupped his face.
“You never had to worry about that,” you assured him softly.
You held each other’s gaze for another long moment.
Then, you made the first move. You pulled him in slowly, leaning up. Rick was quick to react, however, meeting you more than half way.
His hand gripped the back of your neck as his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was full of passion and love and lust as you two finally released all of the pent up emotions. It was everything you had ever dreamed of.
Rick pulled back first, breathless. His forehead pressed to yours and your lips brushed together. “I love you,” he panted out softly against your lips. “More than you realize.”
“I love you, too,” you breathed out. A grin flashed across Rick’s lips before he resumed the kiss.
You couldn’t believe you had waited this long, but it didn’t matter now. All that mattered was that he felt the same as you and no unspoken words stood in the way anymore.
Pairing: Rick Flag x F!Reader
Wordcount: 1.5K
Warnings: Oral sex. Self-destructo reader. Rick being a lovesick fool. Waller sux.
Summary: Rick Flag offers to wake you up in the best way.
A/N: Ayooo i'm going into the reader's powers in another fic, but shit required more time. This is just a smutty little drabble.
Sometimes he thinks that he burns in all the ways you don’t.
You’re cool and detached at times. Self-destructive at others. You get the way scarred girls get: tone-deaf with a taste for violence. Your big eyes like straw nests and all the birds have flown the coop - bye-bye Ricky - see yah at the next mission.
He replies as he always does. “Yes, ma’am.”
He bows his head while you try and smother the slight quirk of your mouth. It’s an uncontrolled movement on your part - a quick flash of desire that snaps across your solemn face before you shove it down somewhere bleak.
He flares up like a lit gasoline river and thinks that he’d call you ma’am ma’am ma’am for the rest of his damn life if it meant you’d look at him like that again.
***
He’s hooked on you - attached like an IV drip and any jerky, too-forward movement could rip him from your vein. He wants to be a grounding force for you - a presence. You’re easily spooked especially when it comes to feelings and so he keeps on you - keeps to your heels.
I’m here. I’m here. You might not always like it, but I’m right here.
They’re out in the jungle - rain pelting the thin skin of his tent. He holds you close to him - wrapping you in the circle of his arms and he likes watching you like this - no furrowed brow or constant pout. The lack of a stone wall to keep your hurts away from the public stage.
You’re not entirely unguarded though - maybe sticks or twine as a rickety barrier - even in sleep.
He noses at your ear - the swell of your cheek and you’re hot - warm from his frame cradling you against him for hours. Sweaty from the sleeping bag.
“Flag,” you mumble - lashes fluttering, but lids still screwed shut. “Sleep.”
“It’s morning, darlin,” he says - his southern drawl always too damn thick in the morning - as if his damn hometown has clambered up the walls of his throat while he was dreaming.
“Gross,” you reply as you curl your fingers into his shirt - as you burrow yourself further into his torso.
He doesn’t recall the timeline that led to this. He doesn’t count the days or the seconds or the way Waller had gleefully shortened your sentence by the month instead of the year.
“That’s unfair,” he growled, gripping the edge of the table. The collar of his suit was sticking like a second skin - itching something fierce. “You gave the others years off.”
“She’s dangerous,” Waller shrugged. “She needs to be held in check.”
“You mean her abilities are valuable.” His fury was threatening to shatter his composure. He was losing it and Waller relied on that - relied on him to show his secrets because he was too fucking genuine and forthright to hide them.
“You’re getting angry, Colonel Flag,” she observed. “Not sure why - thought you’d enjoy being able to have her under your control.”
He left. He left before he said something he’d regret because Amanda was downright depraved when she wanted to be and she’d find another way to add to your sentence. “She breathed in my direction” or some shit.
He hadn’t even been with you then. He had felt something for you - yes - but he wasn’t sure what it was. Not really. He just wanted to do right by a girl who seemed like she’d been dealt a horrible hand her entire life.
It had all just fallen together - one wave of realization after the next crashing into him until he couldn’t fucking stand up in order to wade into the sea. You’re in love with her. You’re in love with her. Just accept it.
So he gave up. Gave in. Submitted, he supposes.
He’d cornered you at a bar in New Mexico. They’d been letting loose after a mission and he had found himself choking on his own tension - a wire strapped around his neck. Everything else in chaos - Boomerang breaking bottles while Harley tried resetting the juke box to only play Patsy Cline.
He only had eyes for you - just like that old song. A blind - blind love - the moon may be high - but I can’t see a thing in the sky. His mama - mother - used to listen to it and stroll around the kitchen while he did his math homework.
“What is it, Flag?” you smiled. “Come to critique my fighting skills?”
“No, ma’am,” he swallowed. “I-I wanted to tell you something I’d been thinking about...for a while now and...well...I’m going fucking crazy if I don’t just say it and -”
“Oh shut up,” you interrupted before you were on him. Your fingers skidding across his scalp and your lips parting for his tongue and it had been like one of those movie kisses. He’d bent you back until your head hit the wall and he’d cupped your jaw and grunted like a wild fucking animal. The whole of him screaming with desire and heat and he would have fucked you on the floor of that dingy little bar if he wasn’t so focused on trying to swallow you by way of your mouth.
***
“We gotta wake up,” he prods as he shakes you lightly.
“I’m not paid enough to wake up this early.”
“You aren’t paid at all.”
“Exactamundo, Ricardo.”
“What if I give you something?” he tries - stroking your shoulder - your hip. “A reward?”
Your eyes fly open for that. “Hmmm?”
“That’s my girl,” he breathes against the warm skin of your temple. He grabs your chin and presses a kiss to your lips - still slack with sleep. He doesn’t stop. He travels down your body - lifting your cotton shirt above your tits so that he can drag his tongue across your nipples - your belly - the piece of flesh above your cunt.
It’s a reward for him too in a way. He feels closer to you like this - a step in the right direction as he tries to translate the entirety of you. You’re easier in the morning - more soft and tender. Your old terrors barely register - barely scrawl their claws across your consciousness and it’s like - for a moment or a few - you’re just his.
He shucks your sleep-shorts off before he slants himself between your knees. He presses against your inner thighs - pushing you open wide for his eyes and his mouth. There’s the wet seam of your pussy - already shiny with slick from his touch and his words and he starts there. He shoves his face against the wet flush of your sex before he thrusts the flat of his tongue through your folds - creating pressure from hole to clit. Your knees snap closed against his ears - your hips bucking beneath his chin.
“Relax, baby,” he murmurs - tracing his fingertips up the hot slit of your cunt - nudging them across the bud at the peak. “Relax - let me make you feel good.”
You loosen up - falling back on your elbows. He keeps his eyes on you as he starts to lap at your pussy - the taste of you like musk and salt until it gets steadily clearer with each slide of his tongue. Your expression falls apart - your brow unwrinkling - your lower lip yanked white between your teeth.
“Oh,” you whimper. “Oh - oh - shit - Flag.”
“Yeah?” he mutters as he breaches you with his fingers - two then three so he can stretch you a bit. He massages the molten, dripping channel of your sex. He curls them so that they draw up against the area that’s tangled with nerves. “Is that nice, honey?”
Your head falls back. High-pitched broken sounds spouting from your throat as you grind into the hump of his nose. He can feel your lower muscles bearing down on him - your walls flexing around his knuckles as you twist up into a desperate knot of pleasure. He has to work fast because there’s shit to do - orders to give and strategies to design. He’s probably woken the whole camp already with how loud you’re moaning, but he doesn’t care - can’t care at all - because it’s like one more light-up sign for the others: she’s mine mine mine.
You had told him once - in the soft purple-dark of his bedroom with his body curved arounds you - that no one had given you pleasure like he did.
It’s like I’m out of control and it should be scary, but it’s not. It’s good and I know that you’re there at the end of it - I know that you’ve got me.
Well - that had made Rick walk straighter - his chest puffed out with pride and you had tried to lessen its significance the next day. Yeah - I say a lot of things when you’ve made me squirt like four times in an hour.
Still - he remembered. He held onto it and he made it his mission to do nothing, but please you when he was able.
“You gonna cum, baby?” he rasps as he bites into your inner thigh - as he fucks his fingers into your gaping pussy at a rapid - deliberate pace. “You’re squeezing me so fucking hard.”
It’s obvious - the echoing squelch of your cunt taking him again and again. He knows you’re careening towards the finish line because you’re barely able to get out a full word. Just panting and crying and your muscles seizing up. He dips his head and latches to your clit just as he scissors his fingers up and there’s that push of liquid from somewhere nestled inside your core. You go rigid - torso curling into itself as you rip at his hair as you climax violently into his face - his hungry mouth.
“Fucking Christ, Rick,” you wheeze - nails still digging painfully into his skull. He doesn’t mind it. You called him Rick.
“Shhh,” he soothes - the color of a tease in his voice. “You’re okay. Took it like a champ, sweetheart.”
You glare at him. “Let’s see how fucking controlled you are. Get on your back.”
“We don’t have time, honey.”
You arch an eyebrow - your features gilded in a challenge. There’s the static of your abilities swelling across your skin - turning the air to vapor. He’s struck dumb by you sometimes - struck out by your loveliness and fuck it - they don’t have to do anything until high noon.
Hi 👋 can I request a Tommy Slater imagine? Where they’re both counsellors at camp and have crushes on each other but are too oblivious to realise, but then realise somehow?
Love your writing !
a/n: once again, i no longer write for fear street! i am writing the last of these requests i have now. thank you! also, i hinted at the nightwing shit bc im evil lol
it was quite obvious, really. you both always got so flustered around one another, and yet it seemed as if you two were completely blind to the fact the other had been head-over-heels for you this entire time.
somewhere down the line, however, you began picking up little pieces- hints at tommy’s adoration that you hoped hadn’t been a trick of the eye. his smiles that always lasted a second too long and the “friendly” hugs (that had really been an excuse to feel his arms- what? could really you be blamed for that?) that were always a little too tight, yes. you had hoped you didn’t read too into things.
so, when the day came when tommy asked to speak to you in private, your heart had begged your dreams to come true.
“so,” you cleared your throat. “why are we here? you know, um- color wars is soon.” your hands lay across your middle, fidgeting nervously.
“yeah, uh-“ tommy paused, his eyes shut. “sorry, i have a little bit of a headache.” he groaned, a palm plastered across his forehead.
your brows knit in concern. whatever he had to tell you could wait, couldn’t it? “let me feel.” you ushered him over, replacing his hand with yours. “you’re burning up,” you gasped, moving to hold his arms. “you okay?”
you had been close enough to feel his breath hitch, he knows. somehow, thomas slater had never been immune to you or your charms. “ye-yeah.” he sighed “peachy keen.” tommy murmured.
“peachy keen?” you smirked. “what’re you, f-“
“i’m in love with you.” tommy admitted.
“what?”
“i love you.” his eyes had been shut, his head craned directly away from you as if both the pain of his headache and the possible rejection had been too much for him to even look at you. it was hard for tommy to focus on anything, anymore.
“oh, i love you too.” you shrugged, a grin melting over your features.
“you-what?!” his head had snapped back over, tommy now acutely aware of how fucking soft your hands were.
“you heard me!”
and suddenly, your head had been thrust to his chest, the two of you trapped in those comforting embraces that had both hearts beating like a drum. it hadn’t been until at least ten minutes later someone had come looking for you, tommy’s hand in yours as you emerged the forest.
Bro its 3am but hear me out, Reader is like kinda strong and one day they just decide 'fuck it' and pick Tommy's tall ass up and spin around with him or some shit. An' he gets all brushy n' stuff cause he's the one to usually pick others up since he's taller
This request just reminded me of this one tiktok where this girl slams her man on the bed so-
You Wanna Bet? (Tommy Slater x Reader)
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, blushy Tommy, embarrassed Tommy, reader is shorter than Tommy, short fic
Word Count: 485
"You need help?" Tommy asked. You were moving some furniture, moving things around in your room. You wanted more space in the center, a little bit less clutter, but you were practically done.
"No, I got it." You said, looking over to give him a smile as you set down the final piece. You clapped your hands, looking around at all your work. Tommy had just gotten back from supervising one of the activities, and you wiped the sweat from your forehead as Tommy came close. He had a water bottle in hand, one that he passed you to drink. You took a sip, before you gestured around, "You like it?" You asked, and he looked around at the new layout.
"You do this all yourself?" He asked, and you gave him a smile. You lightly pushed at his chest, before you said,
"I'm stronger than I look." You told him, a tinge of pride in your voice. Even if you were shorter than him, you were still strong. He grinned, and you already knew he was going to tease you.
"Oh, really?" He teased, reaching to grab your sides. To pull you closer, and, most likely, start to tickle you. You laughed with him, poking his chest as you said,
"Why, you wanna bet?" You asked, and your heart melted at the smile on his face. With the sun streaming through your windows, the sun lighting up his face, Tommy looked nearly heavenly. It contrasted with his teasing tone as he said,
"What, you think I'm scared to take you on?" And that was all you needed to hear. You were quick, a quick wrap of your arms around his waist and then he was up. He let out a surprised sound, one that you knew he was probably embarrassed to have even let escape him. You hoisted him over your shoulder, bearing his weight, and then threw him down on your bed. He bounced, and laid there for a moment. He looked completely shocked, completely appalled. He laid frozen for a moment, his eyes wide as his face quickly turned bright red.
You laughed, laughed at the look on his face and his utter surprise. You watched as he quickly reached to cover his face, turning onto his side. He was attempting to cover up his blush, cover up his embarrassment. You were quick to climb onto the bed, quick to get on top of him and jeer,
"Uh huh. That's what I thought. That's what I thought." You said, playfully poking at him and shaking him. Tommy, on the other hand, was completely flustered. An embarrassed laugh left his lips, before he was reaching to grab your hands and wrestle you under him.
"Come here." He playfully growled, and tried to flip you over onto his back. You squeaked, and Tommy was leaning in to capture your lips as well as your hands.
Hi dear! Hope you’re doing well. Could I have an x reader with Tommy and the reader is nervous about their first time? More fluff, the better!
"hello hello 👋 I have a request for Tommy Slater? Like both of them are virgins and have their first times together and it’s really cute and fluffy? Thank you!! Love you’re writings 🥰" - anon
I'm combining both of these requests because they're similar so I hope both of you enjoy!!
First Times (Tommy Slater x Fem!Reader)
Warnings: 18+, smut, nsfw, first times, loss of virginity, fluff, kissing, soft shit, awkward and cute turns into steamy, reader is afab, nipple play, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, protected sex (wear protection)
Word Count: 2.4k
"You okay?" Tommy asked, a small smile on his face. You'd been holding onto his shoulders while Tommy pressed kisses along your neck, and you'd been letting out nervous, ticklish giggles every time he moved his lips.
"Yeah." You told him, giving him a nod. He'd pulled back so he could look you in the eyes, his body bent over yours. He was between your legs, but his hand moved from your thigh up to your side. He tilted his head, and you knew, you knew, that he could see right through you.
"Do you want to stop? We can stop." He said, and part of you softened, your heart swelling. Really, Tommy was the sweetest. Without even meaning to, he could calm your nerves. You ran your hand down his arm, giving your head a small shake before you started.
"No, no- I want this. I've- We've just never done this, and," You trailed off, biting your lip. It was true. The pair of you were going to go farther than ever before. You laid in Tommy's bed, your shirt and bottoms stripped off so you laid in just your bra and panties. And, Tommy, with his hips between your legs, bent above you in just his underwear. He tilted his head, trying to follow your eyes as he gently prompted,
"And?" And you let out a small sigh. It was silly. It really was.
"I'm just nervous. Not about anything in particular. I'm just-" You let out a little sigh, running your hands down your face. You wanted this night to be perfect, and you just felt like you were complicating it. Gently, Tommy tugged at one of your wrists and said,
"Hey, hey- It's okay. I'm nervous too." And you peeked out from behind one of your hands. You stared up at him, and then said a quiet,
"Really?" And Tommy let out a little laugh. He guided your hands away from your face, and said,
"Yeah, I mean- It's my first time too. But, I- I love you, and I want to do this with you. And, when I think about that, I'm not as nervous any more." You stared up at him, your heart thoroughly melted as you did. He looked away and fixed his hair, an embarrassed smile on his lips, and you pulled him back to bring him down for a kiss. He seemed a little surprised by the suddenness, but he was quick to kiss you back, and, when you pulled away, you said,
"You're the sweetest guy in the world, Tommy Slater." And the sound of his little laugh in response was practically music in your ears. Your voice was quieter, more serious as you said, "I love you too." You carded your hand through his hair, watching as he smiled. He leaned back in, pressing a chaste peck to your lips before he leaned in again, kissing you slow and deep.
Tommy's touch was warm as it traced over your stomach, and up towards your bra. He ghosted his fingertips over the fabric, before you felt him palm your chest. He kneaded it slowly, running his thumb over where your nipple was. He was dragging it out, keeping it slow, before he asked,
"Is this okay?" And you nodded in agreement, pulling him back in before nervousness could eat away at you. He reached under you to undo the clasp, and you arched your back to give him more room. Once it loosened on your shoulders, Tommy gently helped you take it off. You were almost completely bare, but more bare than you'd ever been with him. You almost felt like crossed your arms over your chest, like hiding, but Tommy was kissing you again and all of it floated away.
He kissed down your jaw and your neck, his hand massaging your flesh as he kissed down to the valley between them. You let out a shallow breath, holding onto his locks of hair as he moved his mouth towards one, a small heat in your stomach that he stoked with every touch. He twisted one of your nipples lightly, and ran his tongue over the other. Your breathing became heavier as he sucked it into his mouth, your hands tightening into his hair. He caressed down your side, letting the bud fall from his lips with a pop before he circled it again with his tongue. You brought your knees up, trying to find purchase, trying to hold onto something as his hand slid under the band of your underwear.
"More?" He asked, his hand hovering just above where you wanted him. You gave him a quick nod, urging him on. You let out a noise as his hand slid lower, slid over the quickly growing wetness between your legs. His fingers rubbed up and down, warming you up before he found your clit. You bit your lip and let your eyes flutter closed, one hand reaching down to grip his shoulder as he rubbed slow, steady circles into it. You didn't see how he looked up at you, watched your every reaction. Especially when he moved to sink one of his fingers into your heat.
Your eyes flicked open at the intrusion, quickly looking down at him. But, you were quick to let your head fall back onto the pillow as he continued. He sunk it in slowly, thrusting in shallowly knuckle by knuckle until the entire digit rubbed you from the inside. His thumb rubbed circles over your clit, making sure he continued to stoke the burning fire inside you. You pulled him up, demanding a quick and breathless,
"Kiss me." And Tommy wasn't one to deny you anything. He climbed back up, his hand moving slowly as his lips met yours. Your kiss was much faster, deep and desperate as he continued to finger you. When you felt him dip a second finger inside, you pulled back to let out a long, shaky breath.
"Good?" He asked, checking in, and you gave him another nod. You didn't trust your voice at the moment, and you realized then that he must've felt at least somewhat left out. You reached down, tracing your fingers over the muscle of his stomach, before you palmed the front of his underwear. He made a small groan into the kiss as you rubbed him, one that made you quickly reach inside to take him in your hand. He was heavy and hot, and thick from what you could tell. You dragged your hand over him as best you could, trying not to think about how big he was and how the hell he was going to fit. You could hear his breath hitch, so you supposed you were doing something right.
You felt Tommy curl his fingers, brush against something that made you tense, and you made a noise that surprised you. Tommy was quick to grin, leaning in to kiss you as he tried to repeat what he'd done. You stroked him, trying to muffle your moans with his kiss. Finally, you whispered,
"I'm ready. I want to do it now." You told him, and Tommy, despite his excitement, asked,
"Now?" Just to make sure. You smiled, and repeated the word. Tommy pulled away, his eyes hazy and dazed. He backed up, just far enough to help you take your panties off. He laughed when you nearly kicked him, holding the dangerous appendage by your ankle. He set your leg back down, and you watched as he pushed and kicked aside his own underwear as well. You glanced down, watched him as he gave himself a stroke, but, almost out of embarrassment, you were quick to look back up at his face.
It didn't change what you'd seen. Thick and long, just like you'd thought. He grinned at you, his smile turning lopsided in a way that usually meant he was about to tease. You quickly silenced whatever he was going to say with the question,
"Condoms?" And Tommy was successfully distracted. He reached over, pulled open his bedside drawer, and fished out one. Tommy settled back between your legs, leaning his weight on one arm while he opened the package with his teeth. You giggled as you watched him do it, while you reached to pull his sheet at least somewhat over the both of you, and he rolled his eyes at you. He gave you a kiss, and his hand disappeared somewhere between you to roll the condom on.
He moved again, shimmying up the bed so he could get closer. You reached for his shoulders, biting your lip in anticipation as you felt him rub the head through your folds. You watched him close his eyes and tense for a moment, before he paused and leaned down to press short, lingering kisses to your lips.
"Just- hold onto me, okay?" He told you and you agreed. He pressed in slowly, one of his hands massaging your neck and jaw as he did so. You gripped tight onto his shoulders, feeling him slowly slide inside. He filled you up, more so than his fingers ever could. You tried to stay relaxed, distracting yourself with kisses as Tommy pressed his hips against yours. He paused, his breathing heavy as he pressed his forehead against yours. "Fuck." He whispered, and you giggled in surprise. It was rare to hear Tommy swear, especially when it came to the F-Bomb. But, Tommy just groaned and buried his face into your neck, muttering, "Don't do that. Don't do that." And you quickly covered your mouth and tried to stop. Quietly, he explained, "Laughing," He paused to take a breath. "Makes you clench." And you quickly said,
"Oops." As he tugged himself out of your neck. "I'm sorry." You apologized, but Tommy just smiled and shook his head ever so slightly. He pressed his forehead back against yours, and you ran your hands through the sides of his hair as he said,
"Don't be. I just want this to last longer than a few minutes." And, really, Tommy was making it hard not to laugh. Well, until he adjusted his hips. It was barely a thrust, but it was enough to make you gasp. It was like he was feeding the fire new coals, making it burn brighter. You had reached for him, your grip tight as your legs wrapped around his hips. Your eyes had opened wide, and Tommy's gaze darkened. "Good?" He asked, and you gave him a nod. That was all he needed.
He began to slowly thrust. It was just a slow roll of his hips, shallow at first, but it was enough to make you softly moan and draw him closer. He looked almost heavenly in the light of mid-day, the sun streaming through his windows and making the soft tones of red stand out in his hair, on his cheeks. You held onto him tightly, drawing your hands down and over his back before carding it through his hair. You closed your eyes, enjoying the soft, slow friction. But, when you opened them, it was just in time to watch Tommy suck in a breath.
"You feel so good, baby." He breathed, his hips stuttering a bit before he continued his pace. "Fuck- You feel so-" And Tommy cut himself off, and caught your mouth in a kiss. You were already turned on, already enjoying yourself, but hearing the effect you had on him brought a whole new wave of desire. And the way he pressed deep? He ground his hips down, pressing them flush against yours. It made your head swim as your thighs tightened around him.
"Like that," You told him. "Just a little- a little harder." You said. You could feel your cheeks getting red, hear the breathiness in your voice. Tommy hesitated at first, reaching down to grip your thigh as he experimentally thrusted. It was hard enough to drag a moan from your lips, and Tommy panted before he buried his face into your neck. He hiked your legs up higher, using them as leverage as he started to pick up his pace. And, whether he meant to or not, he hit a spot that made pleasure explode through you. "Oh, Tommy." You cried, and he didn't need more encouragement than that.
He went slow, hard, and deep. A pace that made you pant and gasp, your head tilting back in a moan when he hit right there. He gripped your thighs, bending them back further and further so he could go deeper, go harder. He panted above you, his mouth hanging slightly open and his brows drawn as he watched you under him. His hip rubbed against your clit in just the right way, each thrust pushing you closer and closer towards the edge. You could feel yourself tensing, and you held on to Tommy's arms as you lifted your head.
"I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum." You told him, and his heavy breathing filled your ears before he said,
"Me too." And, as if chasing both of your ends, Tommy's pace sped up. His head was just besides yours, turned towards you so he could watch every expression you made. The bed shook, and your grip on him tightened. You could feel it, feel him driving you towards the edge until finally- You came with a cry, curling towards him to bury your head in his shoulder as you clenched around him. Tommy let out an almost strangled moan, thrusting through it until you felt his hips stutter and falter. He paused, his breathing so heavy that, combined with yours, it was all you could hear.
You let your head fall back on the pillow, and tried to brush your hair from your face. You looked up at your boyfriend, a smile crossing your face as he tried to help. You reached up, caressing his cheek as the two of you tried to catch your breath. You wet your lips, before letting out a soft laugh. You felt boneless and tired, a happy, calm feeling settling into your bones. Tommy pressed a kiss to your cheek, missing your mouth, before he slid out of you and fell to the spot besides you. It made the pair of you laugh as you moved closer, but it was Tommy that moved his arm for you to lay on and that wrapped you up to close the gap. He held you close, drawing a line down your nose, before leaning in for another kiss. Together, the pair of you basked in the afterglow.
ooh prompt idea!! I know it’s super generic but I’m a sucker for these ones : the reader and Tommy are “just friends” but they have MASSIVE crushes on each other and everyone else at the camp knows so they set up a way to get Tommy and the reader to kiss (like a game, maybe truth or dare? I don’t know you can pick!!) and when that happens, they get together at the end :)
You're not the only one that likes super cheesy plots so thank you for requesting!! Hope you enjoy :))
Truth or Dare (Tommy Slater x Reader)
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, mutual pining, games of truth or dare, set up by friends, Cindy and Tommy are friends!au, everyone is friends!au, drinking/drug use mention,
Word Count: 2.3k
"So, how about we get this party started?" Alice said, shaking the bottle in her hand. She stood, facing the four of you.
You rolled your eyes at your friends antics, especially when she held the bottle out towards you. Tonight was supposed to be a fun night. It was color war, and the five of you actually, for all intensive purposes, had the night off.
Arnie and Tommy sat on the couch, Cindy in a chair she'd pulled closer to the table, and you'd grabbed a bean bag from your very own room. Alice, well, she had Arnie.
"What'd you have in mind?" Tommy asked, and you threw him a glance. He had one arm wrapped around the back of the couch, and his legs spread wide as he leaned back. With his reddish blonde hair and tall figure, you thought he looked near picturesque. But, you were quick to dart your eyes away before he could notice your stare. You arched a brow at Alice as Arnie joined in, rolling a joint as he said,
"Yeah, babe?" And gave her a grin. You looked between them, a thought nagging in the back of your mind.
You'd known this group of friends forever. Since you were children in some cases. And, you knew well enough that when Alice and Arnie smiled at eachother like that, something was up. That they were planning something. Still, Alice acted cool as a cucumber as she said,
"Truth or dare." Her eyes going wide and her voice taking a menacing tone as she wiggled her fingers. You scoffed a laugh and asked,
"What are we? Twelve?" You joked, and Tommy laughed along. You looked around, catching a smile from Cindy. Alice let her hands fall against her thighs, and said,
"C'mon! It's Color War. What else can we do?" And, well, you agreed your options were scarce. You couldn't exactly sneak out and drink in the woods on a night like this, so being stuck inside Arnie's cabin it was. "And you," She said, stepping closer and pointing to you. "Are just chicken." She said, and you really didn't want to let her goad you into playing truth or dare. But, damnit, she'd gotten you to do worse.
"Yeah, yeah," You said, waving her off. "How are we playing?" You asked, and she grinned. Again, you'd known this group of friends long enough to know nothing was ever simple. She walked over to the table, clearing off a space as she explained how you were going to play.
"Asker spins, whoever it lands on had to choose truth or dare, and then they get to spin once they're done." And you glanced over at your other friends. Didn't seem too difficult. And Alice couldn't target you the whole night this way.
"Who spins first?" Cindy asked, and you watched a sly grin cross Alice's face.
"Whoever drinks the bottle." She said, and you watched as both she and Arnie began to fight over it. He even yanked her into his lap, but Alice had an unfair advantage. By the time he went to grab it, it was already between her lips. You laughed, and looked across to see that Tommy was shaking his head. When the two of you met eyes, it was like you could read eachothers thoughts. They're crazy. Both of you seemed to think, but you stared into his crystal blues for just a moment too long. It made you embarrassed, nervous, and you were quick to look away.
You saw that Alice had already chugged the bottle, and held out the empty glass before she placed in on the table.
"Alright, let's start, losers." And you watched as she spinned it. It landed on Cindy first, and you were momentarily relieved. You didn't want to be the first person to go, but grins crossed all of your friends faces. You knew, without a doubt, that Cindy was going to say,
"Truth." You and Tommy grinned at eachother, before looking back at Alice. She muttered,
"No surprise there," Before she was tapping her chin and thinking of a question. Finally, she pointed at the brunette and said, "If you had to sleep with one of the Sunnyvale counselors, who would it be?" And four of your watched as Cindy's mouth fell open in shock, and she let out a little noise. For a minute, she'd insisted none of them, which you all knew to be true, but, finally, she crossed her arms over her chest and flicked her hair from her face.
"I guess, Kurt. Cause he's-" And Cindy didn't get to finish. Alice interrupted, letting out a loud, surprised,
"Kurt?" And you couldn't help but laugh. Cindy turned bright red, stuttering over her words, and went to spin the bottle before anyone could get on her case. The game went by in a blur, and it took exactly five rounds for it to even land on you. Cindy had landed on Tommy, who had chosen truth simply because Cindy was no good at choosing dares. She'd asked him who he honestly thought was going to win color war, and he'd scratched his head and sighed.
"I don't know. As of right now, it's anyone's game." He said, and you gave him a small smile. The rest of you were a little more pessimistic about the events, but it was nice to hear that Tommy has faith in the kids. It made your heart swell as you thought about it, and you tried to sneak a feel of your cheeks to make sure they weren't burning.
Tommy spun and landed on Alice, who chose dare. Again, no real surprise there. Tommy, who was surprisingly good at dares, dared Alice to order them a large pizza. She'd scoffed at him, leaning over to swat at his arm and declare him a,
"Dick." As she got up and went to order off of Tommy's land line. The four of you shouted toppings at her, and Alice held the phone to her shoulder and yelled,
"I don't have any money, assholes. You're all getting cheese." And you all laughed. She ordered the pizza, a large cheese, and grumbled all the way back to Arnie's lap. She flipped Tommy off, before she spun the bottle. Alice landed on Arnie, who also chose dare, and she made some sort of concoction out of various drinks they had around the cabin. By the time it was done, it was a sickly yellow color and you nearly gagged just looking at it. But, Arnie took it like a champ, and pinched his nose as he drank down all of it. He shook his head and let out a shout, slamming the cup down before he finally leaned forward to spin.
And, it landed on you.
You bit your lip, narrowing your eyes at the brunette. He was a wild card. He could dare you to do anything from going skinny-dipping to just getting him a beer from his mini-fridge. And, when Alice started chanting,
"Choose dare, choose dare, choose dare," You ignored your better judgement and forgot completely about the gleam you'd seen in his eye earlier that night.
"Dare." You said, and Alice cheered. Cindy shook her head, picking at her nails as she said,
"You're gonna regret that." But you ignored her. She'd just been burned by his dares, hence why she only chose truth now. Arnie tapped his chin, as if he was thinking about it, before he held out his hand like he was a midnight game show host.
"I dare you," He emphasized. "To make out with our dear Thomas Slater." And your eyes widened to the size of saucers. You couldn't believe your ears. You couldn't believe Arnie. You knew, you knew, they'd been up to something, and here it was.
You hadn't wanted to have a crush on your friend, but Tommy made it so difficult. He was sweet, charming, funny, tall- He had nice blue eyes and smile that could make anyone feel better. But, the two of you were just friends! You couldn't ever tell him, even if just looking at him half the time was enough to make your heart start racing.
You glanced over at Tommy. He was looking over at Arnie, and then at you. For a moment, you almost thought you saw him gulp. He gave you a little shrug, and you didn't notice how he'd started picking at his jeans. He stayed surprisingly quiet, but you knew he was never one to pass up a dare. Still, you felt so nervous that you thought you might not even be able to get out of your seat. That your hands and knees might start shaking if you did. Alice held up her hands and started,
"Maybe they're too chicken-" And you had to cut her off right there. If you didn't complete the dare, you'd never hear the end of it. She'd call you chicken for the end of the summer, if not for the rest of your lives.
"Fine." You said, trying to play it as cool as a cucumber. You pushed yourself up, and so far you hadn't fallen. You walked around the table, and time seemed to slow as you did. Your heart was beating so loud in your chest that you thought they'd might hear it over the music. Your friends watched, and Alice practically bounced in Arnie's lap.
You walked until you were in front of him, and climbed into his lap. He reached to hold your waist, helping you steady yourself. You tried not to think of how bold you'd been, of the fact that you were straddling his hips. You held onto his shoulders, and Tommy's eyes never left you for a second. They bored into yours, almost pinning you down from the weight of them. It made you flustered, and, for a moment, you almost backed out. I've come all this way. No turning back now, you told yourself. Tommy was watching you, his eyes momentarily flicking down to your lips. His hands holding your waist. You had just started to lean in when Alice said,
"Wait!" She waved her hands, and both of you looked at her. She stood up quickly, grabbing Arnie and pulling him out of his seat. "We'll give you some privacy." She said, and ran over to yank Cindy out of her chair as well. She dragged then both outside, the door closing behind them with a snap, and you scoffed. Yeah, way to be subtle, Alice, you thought.
"Is it just me, or does it seem like they planned this?" Tommy asked, and you let out a soft laugh as you looked back at him. Your hand traced up, one of them cupping the side of his neck.
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing." You told him, a smile on your face. You looked at him, looked at the smile reflected back at you. Your laughs quieted, and tension replaced them. You stared at him for a moment, and Tommy reached out. He brushed his fingertips over your cheek, a small gesture that made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, before he cupped your jaw. Slowly, Tommy leaned in.
You didn't let yourself think, you didn't let yourself freeze. He paused about half-way, and you moved to meet him. You let your eyes close at the first brush of his lips, excitement quickly overshadowing the nerves in your mind.
The kiss was soft and slow, with Tommy thumbing your side and holding you close. Your arms moved slowly around his neck, and you pressed closer. Pressed deeper. You could practically see the fireworks exploding behind your eyes, the excitement you had ringing through your entire body.
Tommy pulled away just to tilt his head, his hand cupping the back of yours. You kissed him as if you were confessing, as if you were telling him everything you'd wanted to over the years. And, it almost felt like Tommy was doing it too. The pair of you pulled back to take a breath, and Tommy's hand was cupping your cheek again. Stealing another smaller kiss. A few pecks. And, you knew well enough to guess that this wasn't just a kiss he'd only considered when Arnie dared you to. The thought made you want to scream, to punch your pillow and kick your legs. Instead, you settled to do that later tonight. You kissed him back for all of them, even dragged him back in when you decided you needed more. When the pair of you finally pulled away, Tommy face your thigh a small squeeze before he said,
"That was," But the pair of you were too close. You dipped back in, stealing another kiss before he continued. "Wow." He said, and you couldn't stop your smile. You ran your hand through the hair at the nape of his neck, and Tommy's hand went back up to your side. Slowly, you admitted,
"I've sort of- I've sort of had a crush on you for awhile and I think that's why-" You cut yourself off and gestured around you. It was why they'd dared the two of you to do this in the first place. Tommy was quiet for a moment, and you watched as he opened his mouth in slight surprise. He wet his lips, and then said,
"I've had a crush on you for forever." He admitted, and the confession made you sit up a little straighter, lean in a little closer. You could've guessed as much, with how enthusiastic the kiss had been, but it still made your heart swell to hear him say it. You leaned in, kissing him again, just as you heard the door to Arnie's cabin open again.
The pair of you yanked away, and turned to see that the three had returned. Pizza in hand, with wide smiles on their faces.
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