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toournextadventure · 6 months ago

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hate crime

Summary: No one knows what happened to Ghostface after his initial onslaught on New York City. Unfortunately for the population, he didn't disappear; he just got better.

Word Count: 3.6k Warnings: swearing, Scream violence, suggestive themes Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader (movie night & a novel life masterlist)

Rainy nights in New York City were the best. They gave way to those calm nights in the apartment that led to soft evenings and the best sleep of the week. If one was lucky, they would be able to grab a bite at Sofia’s and really live it up. A nice night, movies on the TV, and a half-finished pie on the counter? What else could a girl want?

A date. Cassidy wanted a date. Her boyfriend wasn’t a prick, but he was just stupid enough to not know the basics of a relationship. For instance, it was raining on a Saturday night? You invite your fucking girlfriend over so you can both get fucking laid. It wasn’t fucking rocket science. But no, he just had to watch the game with his fucking friends, and leave her to do absolutely nothing in her empty ass apartment.

Instead, she was alone. All alone, watching some shitty movie while he was probably having the time of his life.

Prick.

Well, at least she had ice cream to accompany her. A delicious pint of raspberry cheesecake. Just one bite was enough to transport her to heaven, and she would argue with anyone who thought otherwise. It had been long enough since Cassidy had put it in the freezer that it was just hard enough to make a nice bite, but not too hard to put up a fight.

It was perfect.

Cassidy’s phone vibrated loudly on the counter when she opened the cutlery drawer. It wasn’t all that unusual to get calls at odd hours; work, school, and friends made sure she kept her phone available at all times. And she answered them. So it was instinctual to pick up the phone and accept the call as she fished out a spoon and closed the drawer.

“I’m not interested,” she said before her friend on the other end could even speak.

“Uh, that’s good,” an unknown voice answered, “because I’m not selling.”

Cassidy’s brows narrowed. “Who is this?” She put the spoon in her mouth as she waited for an answer. A warm spoon was optimal for ice cream.

“A friend of a friend,” the voice said. It was hard to tell if it was a guy or a girl. “They dared me to call.”

“Friend of a friend?” She hummed, thinking about who it could be. “Was it David?”

The person on the other end of the line laughed. “I’m sworn to secrecy.”

“I knew it, that prick,” she sighed. It was no surprise it was David, he would do anything for a cheap laugh. “What do you get out of this shitty prank anyway?”

“Well, it depends,” the voice answered.

Cassidy leaned forward on her counter and smiled to herself. “On what?”

“How long I can keep you on the call,” they said, matching her tone. “Wanna split the $60?”

“Well,” she said, drawing the word out far longer than necessary as she grabbed her pint of ice cream and made her way to the living room. “I guess I can’t turn down $30.”

Cassidy pressed the phone between her cheek and shoulder while she moved. Her hip bumped against the recliner, but it didn’t phase her; she hit it more often than not. As she sat down in the chair, she could hear similar shuffling on the other end of the line. Nothing about it phased her.

“So,” the caller said, drawing out the “o” for far too long. “You doing anything exciting tonight?”

Cassidy chuckled humourlessly. “Yeah, me, myself, and I are really living it up.” She put a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth and left it there as she turned on Scary Movie 5. How exciting.

“Well,” the caller said with a barely hidden laugh, “what are the three of you doing tonight?”

“A Scary Movie marathon.” She took another bite of her ice cream. “Probably for the fifth time this semester.”

“So you like them.”

“Love them,” she answered instantly. “I could watch them all day.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, then what’s your favourite Scary Movie?”

Cassidy looked down at her ice cream and scraped the spoon over the top. That was a pretty good question. The humour in each movie was top tier to her, and that wasn’t negotiable. She couldn’t compare them on that aspect because they all depended on which movies they were making fun of. But there was one movie that stood out from all the rest, she supposed.

“Probably the first one,” she finally said. “It’s a classic.”

“Isn’t that the one based on those Stab movies?”

“That’s the one,” she said with a singular nod that no one could see.

The movie continued to play on the screen.

“Have you ever seen the Stab movies?”

“Fuck no,” Cassidy said before the unknown voice could even finish the question. “Horror movies give me the creeps. Especially when they’re based on real people.” A minuscule shiver wracked her body as if to prove her point.

She heard a deep breath on the other end of the line. “You know, you really should watch the original.” Another breath. “It’s to die for.”

Something about the tone of that last sentence put Cassidy on edge. Perhaps it was simply because she was home alone while the storm continued to rage outside. None of her friends talked like that. Sure, this person was a friend of a friend, but it was still a bit odd.

This person was a bit odd. Was the $30 really worth talking to a weirdo all night? She could be settled with a blanket and paying attention to her movie. But no, she just had to answer the phone and accept a shitty deal. She would need to tell Heather about this whole weird situation later.

“Hey, how much longer until we get that money from David?” Cassidy asked. She couldn’t stop thinking about that last thing the person had said, but she chose to try and ignore it.

“Just a few more minutes,” the caller said in a breathy tone. It was creepy. “Which movie are you watching?”

“What?”

“For your marathon,” they clarified. “Which one?”

“Oh,” she chuckles humourlessly. Nervously.

She wasn’t so sure she wanted to tell the truth anymore. There was an uncomfortable feeling settling in her stomach. She hesitantly placed the half-empty pint of ice cream on the side table, soon accompanied by the spoon she had licked clean.

“The third one,” she finally answered.

“No you’re not.” A lump forced its way into her throat. “That’s the fifth.”

Her entire body was frozen while the words ran laps around her mind. What the hell was going on? Her nerves felt like they were engulfed in fire, leaving her simultaneously too hot and frozen. That wasn’t right. The words didn’t form any proper reason in her mind, but she understood the sinking feeling it left in her chest.

“How do you know which movie I’m watching?” She asked as she slowly stood up from her chair.

A heavy breath. “Because I can see your screen.”

As soon as the words pieced together in her head, Cassidy ran to her balcony window. The curtains were closed. They weren’t the only windows into her apartment, but they were the only ones that faced the TV. As far as she knew, no other window could see her screen; a deliberate furnishing choice on her part.

“Listen,” she said breathlessly as she stared at the closed curtains. “I’ll tell David we talked all night if you want.” There was no response. “You can even keep all the money.”

A taunting laugh.

“I never said I talked to David.”

Shit. Shit shit shit. She knew she should have hung up at first. Who the hell was this freak? It was New York City, there were plenty of freaks around, but this? This was just psychotic. Nobody in their right mind would do this shit!

She quickly tucked the phone between her cheek and shoulder again and grabbed the curtains with both hands-

“-Open it and I’ll slit your fucking throat.”

They wouldn’t. They couldn’t. How would they even get into the apartment? She froze and reconsidered. How else could they have known what was on her TV? God, what was going on? She thought about the ramifications for far too long before letting go of the curtains. They shifted for a few moments before finally settling back into place.

“Who are you?” Cassidy’s voice was weak.

“You assumed our mutual friend was David.” She waited impatiently. “But surely you haven’t forgotten our dear friend Anika.”

Cassidy laughed bitterly. “Are you fucking serious?” She stomped through the apartment to grab the ice cream and dirty spoon. “Did that loser and her freak girlfriend put you up to this?” She practically threw the ice cream back into the freezer. “Because it’s pathetic.”

Of course that freak had caused this. She hadn’t bullied Anika and Mindy for nothing. Cassidy was a patient soul, it was true, but even she had her limits. No one wanted to hear those weirdos talk about stupid movies 24/7, especially when it wasn’t necessary. Didn’t they know there were better, more important things in the world?

“Those are some strong opinions to have,” the caller said over the sound of the spoon hitting Cassidy’s sink. “Especially for someone in your position.”

She rested her hip on the counter. “And what position would that be?”

“You can open your balcony window now, Cassidy.”

The curtains of the balcony were swaying. If she strained her ears, she could hear the rain falling a little louder. Would it be smart to open the curtains and see what was out there? Or maybe she should just hang up, call the police, and let them deal with it. After all, the police had never done anything wrong to her, surely she could trust them.

But she wanted to know. She wanted to know what those freaks had managed to pull off all on their own. Cassidy wouldn’t have called them stupid; at least not Anika. But there was no way she would have said any of them were smart. They were all just a bunch of down on their luck kids who had gotten into Blackmoore out of pity, not intellect.

Whether she had fully intended to or not, she let her feet carry her toward the balcony. As she got closer, she could hear the rain and wind clearly; the balcony window was open behind the curtains.

“How do you know my name?” She asked even though it was a stupid question. If this person was friends with Anika, then that was how they knew.

Still.

“Everyone knows your name.”

She reached out and grabbed the curtain with both hands.

“Or they’re about to.”

Cassidy closed her eyes, threw the curtains open, and screamed. She used every ounce of breath and energy in her body to release the most blood curdling scream she could manage. But when she opened her eyes, the scream died down in her throat.

There was nothing on the balcony. The door was open, but there was nothing there. Not in the doorway, not on the actual balcony, and not across the street. Hell, the only thing she could see was the poor potted plant that she had let die last year and hadn’t thrown out yet.

This was all just some sick joke.

“You know, this is really pathetic,” Cassidy said calmly even though her heart was still pounding in her chest. “I’m calling the cops.”

“Fine, call them.” She grabbed her phone and looked for the “end call” button. “They’ll find out all about your dirty little secret.”

She froze.

“Turn around, Cassidy.”

Her heart was beating loudly in her ears. Mixed with the rain and wind coming in through the open balcony window that she couldn’t bring herself to close, it was deafening. She didn’t want to turn around. She didn’t want to see what could possibly be hiding behind her. It could all be some cruel joke and the apartment could be empty.

Or not.

She took a few short, quick breaths and braced herself before finally turning around quickly, nearly tripping over her own feet. There, in the middle of her apartment, was Heather. Heather, the best fuck she’d ever had, tied up in the chair like a piece of meat. There was a gash on her head that was dripping blood into her eyes, but aside from that there weren’t any other physical injuries.

“Heather?” Cassidy said in disbelief.

“Please help me,” Heather cried. “I don’t know what’s going on.”

Cassidy dropped the phone without hanging up. She didn’t care anymore. All of this had gone too far. Those creeps had crossed too many lines. Messing with her? Fine. It was pathetic, but fine. But finding her secret hookup? Didn’t they know she had a reputation? What would her boyfriend think if he found out? Actually, he would probably think it was hot. Maybe that was worse.

“Did Anika do this to you?” She asked as she attempted to untie the knots in the rope. It was probably the first time in her life she had ever regretted having acrylics.

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Heather said with a sniffle. A drop of blood fell onto the rope. “Her and her geek friends are obsessed with this shit.”

“We’ll call the cops later,” Cassidy said. “I’m tired of their freaky, “poor us” bullshit.”

The ropes weren’t budging, and her fingers were feeling raw. How had they managed to do such a thorough job so quickly? Perhaps because, like she had known from the very beginning, they were all a bunch of freaks. A bunch of freaks who had no lives, no real friends, and no chance of living like normal people. She smirked to herself. They’d have one hell of a time getting any sort of job after college if she had anything to say about it-

-the floor creaked.

Cassidy’s fingers froze. There was only one place in her apartment that the floor creaked. And it wasn’t underneath her or Heather. She looked up slowly. First she saw Heather, sitting there impatiently and waiting for her to get her out. Then the gash on Heather’s face.

Then the cloaked figure standing behind her.

Then the Ghostface mask shrouded in a black hood.

The Ghostface tilted his head at her. She couldn’t move. It felt like the air had frozen in her lungs. She just had to kneel there and watch as he lifted a gloved hand with a giant knife and waved at her with two fingers. The knife was huge. His free hand lifted just as slowly and pushed the mask back inch by inch until she could see the bottom of his face.

The smile was accentuated by the deep scars stretching across both cheeks.

Cassidy opened her mouth to scream before something came from behind her and pressed against her throat.

She never made a sound.

—---

The pool of blood slowly inched across the tarp that had been carefully arranged underneath the two college girls. It was wide enough to catch any accidental splatter, yet thick enough to keep it from spilling out. A wise purchase for a wise killer. Or two.

Ghostface stepped forward, standing over the corpses. It wasn’t their proudest moment; there had been a few hitches in the plan. But when the result was the same, well, they supposed it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. They grabbed the mask and yanked it off.

“You jumped the gun,” Tara said breathlessly. The adrenaline was still running through her veins; she had grown to love it.

The second Ghostface removed their mask next.

“I know,” you said with a sigh. “I’m sorry.” You looked down at the corpses of your enemies with glee and disgust. “She’s just such a bitch.”

You both continued to stand there, neither one daring to make the first move. The silence after a kill was one of the more satisfying moments to you. No more screaming, no more steel cutting through flesh. Just the sounds of your breathing and the blood rushing through your ears.

“I didn’t know they were gay,” you finally said. “Or closeted, I guess.”

“I think Mindy said they were experimenting,” Tara speculated. “They both tried to hit on Anika at one point.”

You hummed in response and continued to look at them. Not that you had stopped. That was the one thing you didn’t think you would ever really get used to. Sure, your family business was… a bit risque on its own, but this was different. You would argue with Dicky all day every day, but knife wounds were more gruesome than gunshots.

“Does this make us homophobic?” You asked. “Was this a hate crime?”

“I-” Tara stopped and closed her mouth. It made you feel a little better that she had to think about it too. “No,” she finally said with a slow nod. “We’re doing the world a favour.”

You smiled. “God, I love you.”

“Love me while we clean up,” she demanded even though you saw her smile. “Get moving.”

The cleanup process, all of you agreed, was the worst part. It was methodical, time consuming, and boring. You would much rather spend the time with Tara, not cleaning up after the two bitches that bullied all of you like you were still in fucking highschool. Truly, it was almost embarrassing for them. You didn’t want to clean up after their mess again.

But you liked the time you got with Tara. Since the whole original Ghostface debacle, she had lightened up. She still bullied you, but honestly? It was a turn on. You wouldn’t dare tell her to stop. If there ever came a day that you didn’t want Tara Carpenter to bully you? It would be the end of the world.

Cleaning up with Sam, however, was a beast.

That’s why you stuck with Tara. Not just because you loved her, of course, but it was a wonderful bonding activity. You hadn’t wanted to bring her into the family business because, well, that was just dangerous. But this? It was nice. And honestly? It got the both of yours adrenaline going and usually led to some of the best date nights.

…

Maybe you both needed more therapy.

“The scary movie question was clever,” you said after you had finally managed to haul the tarp - and the corpses - to the trash chute.

“Thank you,” Tara said with a genuine smile. “I’m pretty proud of it.”

“You should be,” you encouraged. “I thought Cassidy was gonna hear me laughing.”

“You would’ve been sleeping on the couch,” Tara replied. She was serious, but you knew the truth; she would’ve slept on the couch with you.

The next stage of cleaning was far easier on the back. It was basic cleaning, to make the apartment look lived in, but not abandoned. And certainly not like a murder had occurred. Or, you supposed it was a double murder. God, you still couldn’t get over how much of a bitch Cassidy and Heather were. You really did feel a million pounds lighter now that they were gone.

“You know,” you said as you rested your hip on the counter while Tara made sure no fingerprints were anywhere. “Blood looks really good on you.”

“Shut up,” she said quickly. You still saw the blush on her cheeks.

You weren’t lying though. The dark, now-dried blood was a wonderful match to her eyes. It also looked lovely on her skin. You couldn’t really explain what it was; maybe it was the taboo of it all (you definitely needed more therapy). Whatever it was, it was almost like she was glowing.

Maybe you were just in love.

Tara was still checking the kitchen counter when you stepped up behind her and wrapped your arms around her waist. Her body seemed to relax in your arms. Like instinct, she leaned back into you and you could hold her closer. You were like two pieces to the same puzzle; your bodies fit perfectly together.

“It’s kinda hot,” you said before placing a kiss on her cheek. She tasted faintly of copper.

“You’re just deranged,” she said softly.

“Only for you,” you said. Your next kiss was placed on her jaw.

“We can’t do this here,” she said with a sigh. “We’re almost done.”

“We haven’t cleaned the bedroom yet,” you offered. “And I’ve got another tarp in my bag.”

She didn’t argue.

“Think of it as an extra “fuck you” to Cassidy,” you continued. “We both know how much you hated her.”

Your arm pulled her tighter against you as you placed a third kiss right behind her ear. Just going off her silence alone, you knew she would cave. Tara did her best to keep things professional on the scene, but you knew how to win her over. And you knew how much she loved it.

“Okay,” she finally said. Whether she was aware of it or not, her head tilted to give you more access to her neck. “But only a quickie.”

“Seeing you like this?” You said as you bent down and swept an arm under her knees. She shrieked lightly before wrapping her arms around your neck. “I don’t think I could last very long anyway.”

You carried her to your bag and bent down so she could grab it before heading directly to the bedroom.

In the background, the credits of Scary Movie 5 rolled on the TV.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara x reader #tara carpenter #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega

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orphicdreamers-wp · 11 months ago

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Girl Of My Dreams — Mat Barzal

Summary: In which Mat Barzal inadvertently falls for the oldest Hughes sibling and her brothers aren’t happy.

Content Warning; Taylor swift 1989 isn’t by Tay(its by reader) Mentions of University of Alabama (reader went there) Trevor Zegras being hopelessly in love with reader. Readers social media face claim is Addison Rae bc idc she’d clear as a WAG for a athlete.

Pairing: Mat Barzal x Hughes! Reader.

Mat would be lying if he said he didn’t sneak glances at the announcers box after meeting you. You had been carrying a plate of food and two margaritas to your booth where your friends sat. Tito had made a joke about you seeming familiar then the pair heard your voice and knew, “Alright now, eat up because y’all are bumming me out.” Mat’s jaw slacked, “He’d known that the Islanders had gotten a new game announcer who was a girl but he wouldn’t have known it was you. You were effortlessly stunning, you had captivated the attention of every straight man in the bar. Mat had approached you as you sat at the bar, “I’m Mat, can I buy you a drink?”

You grinned and spoke, southern accent slipping out, “I’m Y/N, I mean Barzy after the way you played last game? You better buy me a drink. ‘Yknow how many hate comments my broadcast got?” Mat grinned as the bartender approached you, “Another Corona Light and whatever she’s having on me.” You grinned sheepishly, “I’m fucking with you. I’ve heard worse.” Mat grinned, “So now would probably be a shitty time to ask you out?” You smiled at him, “Maybe not.” Mat smiled, “If I may, your not from New York are you? Where are you from?” You grinned, “I grew up in Toronto with my 3 younger brothers and moved to Alabama for college and been in New York for a few months now.” Mat grinned, “Well welcome to New York beautiful.” That was a year and a half ago. You still hadn’t told your brothers who your boyfriend was, just that his name was Mathew. Until your album release came creeping in and you wanted to go public with Mat.

Instagram

ynhughes; my album ‘1997’ is now streaming! thank you for all your support(especially the bf, ‘slut’ and ‘suburban legends’ are 4 us)

barzal97: celebrating you is my favorite pastime. i have never met someone who people gravitate towards more than you. you are by far the most wonderfully amazing woman i know. it is a privilege to say i love you🤎 this past year or so has changed my life. you make living easy and so so much better. i can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you.

trevorzegras: alexa play that should be me💔💔

ynhughes: forever in awe of you mathew barzal. amazed a gal like me is lucky enough to be adored by you🤎

oliviarodrigo; THEY HIT THE PENTAGON!! @conangray

>conangray; told you it was them i saw at radio music hall!

ny_islanders; our roman empire is all the sweet posts for to y/n today🥹🥹

sydneyemartin: brb crying. the purest people in the world. so grateful my girls get to grow up seeing a love this pure that isn’t their parents.

>ynhughes: we adore your girls more than words can express.

_quinnhughes: my biggest inspiration is out here killing it. in awe of you everyday sissy🥹 thank you for being my best friend from day 1

ynhughes: in a puddle of tears quinny. thank you for always being on my side, even when im wrong.

sabrinacarpenter; hockey players making me ugly sob wasn’t on my 2023 bingo card

elhughes; my first babies🥹 extremely emotional over you all today

>_quinnhughes: we love you momma💕

jackhughes: 1997 reasons to love my meanie head sister, i guess her bf’s alright

ynhughes: i love you little brat, come visit me and mat!!

>jackhughes: will do, sissy🫡

trevorzegras: i can’t believe she won’t date me 😞😞

>ynhughes: buck up z, your way too young for me. perfect age for @sabrinacarpenter tho!

lukehughes: the worlds best big sister came out with the best album to date

ynhughes; really feeling the hughes love train today, i need to plan for all of us to be together soon! so y’all can meet Mat!

etnow; this just in; the Hughes brothers have brought tears to my eyes supporting their sister

barzal97: the third picture is actually the most accurate representation of your sister now

>lukehughes; always messing with those darn cats! even if they are on the side of the street.

#hockey player x reader #fanfic #hockey #nhl #nhl fanfiction #social media #jack hughes x reader #jack x reader #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal #hughes sister #1989 taylor's version #music #addison rae

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years ago

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Dibs

Warnings: jealousy, insecurities, vaginal & anal sex, oral, threesome, JJ wanting John B’s girl

The room was smokey and starting to tip on its side from the amount you'd smoked and drank that night. You were totally wasted, more so than you'd ever been in your life. The uneasy feeling in the room didn't help. At least the weed and the alcohol made it a little more tolerable. You just didn't mean to take it so far. The tension was thick between your boyfriend and his best friend. The shitty looks and snarky comments only made you tip the bottle back further. What was the problem?

It seemed that every time you caught the blonde looking at you, John B was there to stick his tongue down your throat. You'd always felt JJ's eyes on you but you didn't think anything of it. Maybe he was just being aware of his surroundings. He knew you were with John B. So why was John B being so possessive.

The buzz seemed to help at first but you quickly realized that it only made JJ more comfortable with his staring and John B became more aggressive with his displays of affection.

You quickly pull away from the kiss, panting and trying to catch your breath while John B tries to pull you in again. You almost miss the way he shoots JJ a look before turning your head for a kiss.

"Stop," You push at John B's chest, trying to put some distance between the two of you. John B shoots JJ a glare. "What's your deal? Why are you acting like this?" You murmur, taking a moment to look between the two males.

"John B is jealous, Y/N." JJ pipes up, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the room again before leveling his gaze on you again. John B bristles as his hands tighten on your waist.

"Why?" You cup John B's face, urging him to look at you as he continues shooting daggers JJ's way.

"Because--," John B swallows before moving his brown eyes to yours, "--JJ has been eye fucking you for awhile and I'm sick of it." Heat and butterflies fill your gut as you try to remain unphased. Part of you liked that you had such an effect on the blonde while the other part didn't want to anger John B further.

"It's only fair. I had eyes on her first but you swooped in like some knight in shining armour like always." JJ shrugs, taking another hit and blowing smoke rings into the air. You were taken aback by this. You didn't know that JJ had been interested. You liked both guys but you'd always been loyal to John B.

"Dude, you don't get to call dips. Either step up and take your shot or sit down and shut up." John B growls at his best friend, pulling you further into his arms.

"This is me taking my shot. You just won't share her." JJ lets his blue gaze roam down your body and your blood seems to burn hotter. He wanted John B to.. share you. John B scoffs before turning back to you, cupping your face and making you look directly at him.

"You don't want that, right? You don't want to be shared?" His tone is even, not giving you a clue to what he really wants. You wanted everything to go back to normal. You wanted him to have his best friend. You didn't want them fighting over you and you didn't want to break up the group.

"I think," You lick your lips before placing a soft kiss to John B's mouth, "I'm okay with it if you are. It's just sex. You're the one I'm in love with." John B tenses under your touch but you could see his cock swelling in his shorts. His body liked the idea even if his brain didn't. John B releases a shuddering breath so you take it upon yourself to loosen his belt and undo his shorts. His cock springs free when you pull his boxers down and you quickly close your mouth around the swollen tip. John B groans, threading his fingers through your hair to guide you.

"She needs to be naked." JJ's voice startles you and you let the cock fall from your mouth as you sit up on your knees on the couch. John B swallows thickly before nodding, carefully helping remove your top. You shimmy out of your shorts until you're left in a bra and panties. John B's cheeks are red as you lean in to kiss him, hoping to ease his discomfort while he reaches around to unclasp your bra. The material falls from your body and he quickly tosses it, his tongue finding its way into your mouth as you kiss.

"Panties too." JJ's words startle you again and you find yourself pulling away from John B to comply, quickly removing your soaked panties. You hadn't realized how much of a mess you'd made. You lock eyes with JJ as you drop the panties to the floor and take in his disheveled state. His eyes were almost completely black from his blown pupils, his chest was heaving with every breath, and he had a massive bulge straining in the front of his shorts.

"Good girl. Now keep sucking." Your heart seems to soar with his praise, your praise kink shining through as John B guides your head back down to his lap. You stay on your knees on the cushion, your ass end exposed for JJ as you suck John B down your throat. The more sounds he made, the hotter you seemed to get. You never shied away from making your man feel good and John B always returned the favor. Only this time it's not John B's fingers that suddenly slide through your plump lips, spreading you wide while smearing your arousal over your throbbing clit. You whimper around John B's cock in your mouth and he groans, using your hair to guide you down further. You gag but refuse to stop. The thought of not being able to see JJ behind you had you trembling with anticipation. His light touches on your pussy were not enough.

"She's fucking soaked, man." JJ rasps, his rings brushing against your trembling thighs. "I think she likes being on display for us." JJ lets the tip of one finger penetrate you and your entire body clenches, begging to be filled. JJ chuckles before slipping his finger fully inside you, making you moan and vibrate around John B's cock.

“Jesus, fuck.” You hear John B croak, his grip tightening in your hair as JJ starts to finger fuck you faster. Your pussy quivers with your impending orgasm, John B’s hold in your hair being the only thing to guide you up and down. Just when the edge is near, JJ stops, withdrawing his fingers to gently rub your throbbing clit. You whimper, letting John B slip from your mouth.

“Why’d you stop?” You sob, feeling John B manhandle you on your hands and knees so you’re facing JJ. John B enters you roughly, making your eyes water before JJ answers.

“Because you’re only cumming on cock tonight.” You moan loudly as John B starts to fuck you, grunting with each movement as JJ frees himself and presses his swollen tip to your lips.

“Suck him, baby. Make him feel as good as you do me.” John B runs a soothing hand along your spine before gripping your shoulder as he hammers into you. You grant JJ access to your mouth, swallowing him as deep as you can while your body jerks with every thrust from John B.

“Fuck, that mouth. You’re so good at that.” JJ moans, tilting your chin so you’re forced to look into his eyes as you feel throat his cock. Tears run down your face as you struggle to catch a breath as your orgasm hits you hard, signaling John B’s own release. JJ growls, pulling you off him as John B slows to a stop and everyone fights to catch their breath. JJ doesn’t give you any warning before pulling your mouth to his and guiding you onto his lap. JJ pulls away long enough to tear his shirt over his head when something square bounces off his chest.

“Put a condom on.” John B growls, making JJ smirk as he plucks the foil from the cushion. You lift up so he can roll the condom on then he’s pulling you down, impaling you on his cock. You suck in a breath, already entirely too sensitive as he starts to thrust up into you, guiding your hips back and forth.

“You like that? Like having two cocks in you in one night?” JJ plucks your nipple between his teeth as your head falls back. You turn your head slightly to see John B watching with hooded eyes, his cock growing hard again as he watches you get fucked by his best friend.

“Yes. I love it.” You moan, never taking your eyes of John B. You reach for him and he happily stands, coming closer and kissing you hard. JJ’s fucking has you moaning against John B’s lips while two sets of hands roam your body.

“I want your ass.” John B growls, letting his warm hand slide down over your bouncing cheek.

“Take it.” You beg, your body threatening to come apart at the seems. John B kisses you harder before pulling away to spit in his hand then hiding it between your cheeks, pressing his spit against your unused hole. You suck in a breath as he penetrates, your body tightening on its own and making JJ growl in response.

“Focus on me. He’s gotta get you ready.” JJ jerks your head back to face him, capturing your lips as John B slips behind you. You get lost in the kiss and the feel of them both. You were in another world as you fought not to scream as John B added another finger to stretch you out. JJ strokes your clit with one hand and torments your nipples with the other, making sure to stimulate you through the pain.

“JJ.” You moan his name and his eyes seem to soften before he’s kissing you again. You don’t know why you set it but you can tell that he loves that you did. Suddenly your head is jerked back and John B is kissing you just as hard. You could tell he was growing jealous again so you reached back, stroking his cock and helping guide him where you want him before he pulls away.

“You tell me if you want me to stop.” John B says, kissing your shoulder after you nod, words being too hard for you to come by. The thick head of his cock presses inside your tight ring of muscle, making the three of you groan in unison.

“Keep going. Don’t stop.” JJ instructs, pulling you against his chest to give John B better access. You whither against him, wanting this to be as incredible for them as it was for you. His cock never seems to end until it’s finally seated inside you. The three of you are panting like you’d tan a marathon, your insides completely full of them. You were so stuffed you could feel it deep in your gut. You felt them everywhere. JJ starts to roll his hips, guiding yours back and forth until John B finds his rhythm.

“So, if you’d fucked me first—.” JJ starts before breaking out into a smile. You shake your head, too cock drunk to answer as hands fondle your body. You were on the brink of the most powerful orgasm you’d ever experienced and nothing was stopping it.

“She’s about to cum.” John B growls, his lips finding your neck as he fucks your ass, pulling out as JJ pushes in. You were delirious and hardly able to keep your eyes open or control the noises you made.

“Fuck, let’s fill her up then, B.”

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ilguna · 2 months ago

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☼ too close pt2 (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; it's been a month since Finnick's seen you, and yet he's still having dinner with his ex-girlfriend, making excuses on why you haven't shown up. he can't stomach it anymore, though. he needs to come clean.

warnings; swearing,

wc; 2.5k

notes; highly requested!!

part one.

It ends tonight.

Finnick knows he’s said it about a dozen times at this point, but he really can’t continue to lie his way through the situation anymore. Every week when another dinner rolls around, he swears it’s going to be the last time he comes up with an excuse to Annie and Rain on why you can’t attend.

He means it this time.

It’s been a month since he’s seen his best friend. That’s thirty days too long. The truth is he should’ve fixed everything the day after you told him how you feel. He should’ve gone home that night and called Annie to tell her the truth about the engagement. He should’ve showed up at your door the next morning with an apology on his tongue.

And he didn’t do any of that. At the moment, all of his emotions were too raw, he wasn’t ready to deal with it. Annie had finally told him she missed him, which felt like a dream come true. It was a sign the past eight months weren’t for nothing, he knew it was a matter of time before she came back to him.

She said so herself, he was the best boyfriend she could’ve asked for. She said he’d been amazing to her, he’d given her everything she wanted. The only real issue they had between them was the fact they didn’t share the same interests. Which he worked hard to change, and he practiced that in the pretend relationship he had with his best friend.

Finnick was on a high, under the impression Annie was going to leave Rain. It never crossed his mind that he was damaging you. In his defense, he thought you were on board with what was happening. You never told him otherwise. You agreed to help him. Which is why he has a hard time taking responsibility for the outcome of that night.

Maybe he should have considered your feelings more deeply when he went to you with the idea in the first place. Maybe you should’ve told him to find someone else because you weren’t comfortable doing it.

When you handed his family’s engagement ring back to him and confessed your love, it was a nightmare coming true. He never really considered the possibility, because you’d been friends since high school. If you liked him more than a friend, he thought you might’ve told him sooner.

It felt like a scene out of a movie. Finnick was put into a position he’d never pictured himself having to deal with before. He didn’t know how to react to you telling him you loved him, besides remembering the original agreement. You promised him nothing would change between you two if you pretended to be his fiancee.

And that’s all he could think about on the drive home.

What he failed to realize up until recently is that you’ve been bottling those feelings for a long time. By the sounds of it, it started at least when he and Annie had begun dating. So, he did the math, and the time has by far been one of the hardest pills to swallow during this past month.

It came out to two and a half years.

It’s no wonder why you were so upset, why you couldn’t stomach it anymore. He would go crazy, too, watching someone he loved get stuck on another relationship. If they asked him to act as their fiance for months on end, while they were completely oblivious of how he felt.

Finnick sighs, twisting the heirloom engagement ring between his thumb and forefinger. A week prior, Annie noticed it was sitting in the bathroom in a jewelry bowl you made for him. It’s in the shape of a seashell to match a theme you picked out for him. You’d gotten tired of almost losing your jewelry down his sink, so that was the solution.

Annie brought it out to Finnick, asking why you didn’t have it with you. Or actually, why you didn’t have it on your finger. Her tone of voice rubbed him the wrong way, as if you were a shitty fiancee, implying you were forgetful. He got snappy back, telling her that he wanted to get it cleaned for you because the polish was old and wearing off.

In reality, he’d made a habit of playing with it when he thought of the different ways he could apologize to you and mend the broken friendship. Rain took the ring from Annie, inspected it, and then offered for his brother to make it look brand new, if Finnick wanted. He accepted, Rain dropped the ring into a tiny velvet bag he had on him for occasions like these—apparently he does this often for friends—and took it.

Finnick just got it back tonight, and he’s already back to messing with it.

He gently sets the ring down on the table, using his hand to cover it from his sight. He turns his attention to the plate in front of him, finding the dinner Annie cooked and brought over. She’s not the best chef, but there was one recipe she perfected. By coincidence, it was his favorite home cooked meal his mother used to make on special occasions.

He’s had a couple of bites from his plate, but it doesn’t taste the way it used to when he was dating her. In fact, it’s worse. He’s already lost his appetite. He was hoping Rain was going to cook like he said he was, Annie must’ve overruled him. Maybe this is supposed to be another sign from her, telling him that she misses him.

Finnick doesn’t care.

“When do you think (Y/n)’s coming back from her trip?” Rain asks politely, pushing the buttery rice around his plate with a fork. Not even he’s hungry for what she made.

“Soon.” Finnick says, taking a breath to say something more, maybe about how she’s enjoying her parents’ company too much, but the words don’t come out. All it’ll be is another lie.

“Really?” Annie asks, face twisting. “You said that she would be home sometime this week, before the dinner.”

“Did I?” Finnick asks, eyebrows drawing in. He doesn’t even remember what they had for dinner last week, much less the lies he told. Or if any of it was mixed with the truth. How did you manage to keep Annie and Rain convinced you two were engaged for so long? It’s exhausting.

“Yes, Finnick.” Annie’s frustrated, he can tell by the way she shakes her head when she speaks. And the use of his name. “You told me that she’d be here tonight. That’s why I made so much food.”

She motions to the different dishes laid across the center of his dining room table. Earlier, when she and Rain were setting them down, all Finnick could think about was how much leftovers there would be. How much he’d be forced to take and throw away later, because her food doesn’t reheat well.

This makes Finnick remember a time where Rain told him how thankful he was that you would give them the leftovers. The less he had to eat Annie’s food, the better. Finnick knows he felt the same at one point. Once he started to eat your cooking, he forgot about how horrible he had it for over a year. He’d even gained some weight back.

“Oh, well—” Finnick starts.

“I tried to give her a call.” Annie places her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her palm. “I wanted to ask myself because you’ve been so dodgy, but she doesn’t pick up. Or answer any of my texts. I’ve sent her easily a hundred now, trying to get together with her for a girls night if she doesn’t want to do a couples dinner. Still no answer. It’s kinda rude of her.”

Finnick presses his lips together. You probably blocked her after the first couple of messages and calls. Like you did to him. He tried to reach out when he got his head screwed on right, and you were reading the texts at first. And then you stopped, it’s all just left on delivered now.

“She’s not obligated to answer you, babe.” Rain tells Annie.

“I would think so, since we’re friends.” She rolls her eyes, sitting back in the chair. “If the roles were reversed, I’d hope she would check on me.” Annie puts her hand on top of Rain’s. “Which is why I’ve decided that we��re going to stop by her house later this week to see her in person.”

Finnick makes a face, Annie catches it before he can relax.

“Why’d you look at me like that?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He tells her. “If she wanted to talk to you, she would.”

“Finnick, respectfully, I really don’t care what you think.” She waves her hand. “I’m tired of the excuses every week. First it was that she was sick, and then she made other plans, and now she was on a week and a half trip. You told me she’d be here today, and you don’t even remember it.”

“Is she mad at us?” Rain asks.

“No.” Finnick shakes his head. “No, she’s fine.”

“Then where is she?” Annie asks. “Because you’re clearly lying.”

Finnick sucks in a breath, holding it. He’s caught. Annie can see right through his lies better than anyone. He wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been doing some investigating in the background. The only reason why she didn’t figure out the engagement was because you noticed how observant she could be, she likes to be correct.

“Not…” Finnick starts, trailing off. He doesn’t want to do this. He would rather hide. “Not everything is what it seems between (Y/n) and I.”

“What do you mean?” Annie asks.

He averts his eyes. “We’ve been having problems. I haven’t seen her in a couple of weeks, since the last time we all had dinner together.”

The room gets quiet, Rain is the first to speak. “Why?”

“We’re—uh—we’re at different places right now.” Finnick stutters. “You know.”

“No, I don’t know.” Annie’s eyes have narrowed.

“Is it the engagement? You two did kinda jump the gun on it.” Rain says.

“Yes.” Finnick says, almost going in the right direction. “Yes, we don’t think we’re ready for that quite yet. It was the wedding planning, it was freaking her out.”

“That’s not it.” Annie says. “Come on, Finnick.”

“Well… it’s not completely a lie.” He reasons, swallowing hard. “We’re definitely not ready for that type of commitment.”

Finnick cringes inwardly, did he really just say that? Commitment? As if Annie didn’t say the exact same thing to him? He’s using his past breakup to get him out of this conversation faster. Pathetic.

“Why?” Annie emphasizes.

Finnick opens his mouth, and then closes it. “We weren’t actually engaged.” He says slowly, as if it’ll make him feel better. He can feel his face getting hotter, thinking about what to say next, the why. Is the air conditioning even working in his apartment? “I asked her to pretend to be my fiancee because…”

The words won’t come out.

“Because?” Annie prompts.

“Because,” Finnick swallows hard, “I had feelings for you. I loved you. When you told me that you were dating Rain, I was jealous. And so I asked (Y/n) to be my fiancee, I wanted you to regret leaving me.”

“Uh…” Rain lets out, disturbed. He looks between Annie and Finnick, clearly not liking the conversation. “Maybe we should leave.”

Annie holds up a hand to silence her boyfriend. “You wanted to make me jealous? Why would you think we’d get back together?”

“That doesn’t matter.” Finnick tells her. He’s beginning to feel better, like the weight of the lie has already been lifted off his chest. “I don’t feel that way anymore.” He gets to his feet. “If this mess has taught me anything, it’s that you’re not worth it.”

“What?” Annie asks, standing up from her chair. “I’m not worth it?”

Finnick ignores her, looking at Rain. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I actually intended on forcing her to break up with you. And I agree, you should probably leave.” He turns his head to eye Annie. “It was a mistake trying to keep you in my life, Annie.”

Annie flinches as if a pot of boiling hot water has been thrown on her. “A mistake? You just said you were trying to get me back? You’ve already changed your mind?”

“Annie.” Rain says, still seated.

Finnick’s expression is filled with disgust. “Why do you care? You’ve got your boyfriend right next to you.” He reminds her. “I have missed (Y/n) more than I ever missed you. I would rather have her in my life. She actually makes me happy. You made me miserable.”

—

Finnick adjusts the vase of flowers, arranging them to face the front door for when you answer. He was lucky there was still a florist open tonight, since tomorrow is a holiday, almost every place was closing early. It didn’t help that Annie had a meltdown in his dining room, it took both Rain and Finnick to get her out of the house.

Finnick had to promise to give Rain his dishware back later this week. He doesn’t think they’re going to stay together for much longer. Especially considering that Annie admitted she was thinking about leaving Rain soon. If it wasn’t awkward before in the room, it was after that.

He takes a breath, raising his fist to knock on your door.

He can do this.

Finnick knocks three times, and then takes a step back to wait. It feels weird being back here after being away for so long. A month was definitely too long. He wouldn’t blame you if you took a look through your window and decided he wasn’t worth your time. If you did, he’d leave you alone.

The lock on the door turns, he can hear it. All of what he rehearsed comes back to him in one giant wave, overwhelming him instantly. By the time the door opens fully, his mind blanks and his mouth goes dry.

His heart jumps at the sight of you, and then sinks when he realizes how tired you are. The flowers lower in his hands, lips downturning. “I am so, so sorry (Y/n).” Finnick says quietly. “I never meant to hurt you this deeply.”

“I know.” You tell him.

“I never should’ve asked you to do that. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea. I just—”

“You were in love.” You say. “People do stupid things when they’re in love.”

Finnick shakes his head. “You’re not stupid.”

Your face twists suddenly, “I feel like it.”

“You’re not. You’re human.” Finnick says. “We’ve known each other for a long time. It was bound to happen.”

“Yeah.”

“I miss you.” Finnick murmurs. “I got these for you.”

You push your door open a little further, allowing him to see inside. “You wanna come in so we can talk about it?”

“Yes.” Finnick comes closer. “Thank you.”

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1999, part two

oh my gosh this ones a long one im sorry💀💀

i hope you like it and lmk if i should change anything/parts you liked!!

warnings: swearing, shitty boyfriends, angst

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*ding dong*

I hopped up off the couch with a huge grin on my face and rushed to the door.

“Hey!” Dean laughed as I all but jumped on him laughing myself, “Hey, I’ve missed you!” I say.

Dean has been a family friend for a decade now at least. We've always been best friends and mostly everyone at school thought that we were dating long before we actually were which is why it was strange that my family would find me and Dean dating, ‘a joke’. I remember when I had first told them and they straight up laughed in my face. After that interesting conversation, Belly and I had another one in our room.

“Are you sure about him? I mean Dean’s nice but…”

“But what?” I asked

“But he's just not… I don't know I wouldn't have expected you to go after some perfect guy like Dean, I didn't think that was your type.”

What Belly had said had me thinking and overthinking for weeks after.

“M’sorry I’m late…” Dean smiled apologetically at me, “Traffic was shitty.”

“No worries, you made it just in time for the bonfire. Belly and the boys already left to set it up about an hour ago so it should be in full swing by now.” I smiled up at him with my arms wrapped around his neck as he pecked my nose and muttered a simple “okay.”.

We make our way to the beach in Dean’s jeep and arrive at the bonfire in about fifteen minutes.

“Can you see them anywhere?” I ask Dean as we look out at the huge group of tipsy teenagers trying to make out any figures that we recognise.

“Uhmm…yeah, right there!” he says pointing far off in the distance to what looks Belly and Steven, already fighting.

We make our way down and meet Belly and Steven focused on a game of beer pong. God, I haven't seen them that focused since…to be honest I don't think I've ever seen them this focused.

“Huge bets must be on the table otherwise there's no way these two crackheads would be this focused,” I say to Dean. His reply gets cut short by a voice saying,

“Sure as hell are, they’re debating what we all should do tomorrow; surfing or shopping”.

“Oh! Dean this is Thérèse! And this is Jere” I say smiling at my childhood friends.

After a couple of ‘hey how’s it going’s are exchanged, they all end up joining Steven and Belly’s surf or shop debate. Thérèse doesn’t even look at me when I try talking to her and I only get one-word sentences as answers.

Thérèse and I have been friends almost as long as Belly and Taylor. We were really close as children but grew apart as she lived here in Cousins and Belly, Taylor and I didn't. We still kept in touch and tried to call each other as often as we could, she knew everything about me. Things got weird when I told her about me and Dean. She didn't call me, left me on delivered or read and just stopped talking to me altogether.

I hang around them for a bit until I get uncomfortable and decide to take a walk.

“Hey I’m gonna go for a walk, okay?” I say to the group.

A couple of ‘yeah sure have fun’s are heard until Dean speaks up.

“What? Why would you wanna do that?” he runs a hand through his hair but refuses to look at me and focuses on the beer pong instead.

“I don't know I'm bored I wanna go for a walk?” I say back, surprised at his weird behaviour.

He looks at me as if I just grew two heads and says, “Well then if you didn't want to spend time with me why did you invite me here in the first place?”

“Dean calm down it's not that big of a deal it's just a walk,” I say raising my arms up in defence.

Why was he being so weird?

“Dean it's okay just let her go.” Thérèse smiles at Dean.

“Fine. Whatever. Do whatever you want.” he runs a hand through his brown hair again and focuses on his beer pong shot again.

Belly, Jere and I share confused looks before I turn around to walk, Steven being too occupied cracking jokes with Dean and some girls around them to notice a thing.

I need to clear my head.

I walk until I'm far from anyone at the party and sit down on the sand, looking out at the sea.

It starts to get windy so I tuck my knees against my chest and stare out to the ocean, trying not to think of anything, or anyone for that matter.

But trying not to think about it just makes me think harder.

Why was Dean being like this?

All weird and controlling…

And what’s up with Thérèse?

I've apologised countless times and I don't even know what I did wrong…

“Here.” A voice breaks the soft gusts of wind and soothing crashes of the water against the sand. And my thoughts.

I look up and see Conrad looking down at me with his hand stretched out in offer of the faded red zip-up he's holding.

I tilt my head to him in question.

“You look cold.” he says looking at my arms covered in goosebumps.

“Oh…thanks.” I laugh softly accepting the hoodie and putting it on being engulfed in his cologne. I pat the sand next to me and offer for him to sit.

He sits next to me in silence as I put my head on his shoulder, both of us staring out to the water.

“How’s Susannah? I didn't get to talk to her much before mom stole her away.”

Conrad and I softly laugh as he says, “She's doing good. Cancer’s almost gone.” he says, putting a smile on both our faces.

We sit there for a while in silence, letting the crashes of the waves and the gentle breeze of the wind calm us down from all the commotion going on in the distance.

“Hey Con?” I ask softly.

“Hm?” he gently hums back.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

There's a short pause before Conrad takes a breath in and says “Yes, Of course. I'm fine.” he says with a smile, but the shakiness in his exhale tells me otherwise.

“Are you sure?” I press on trying to get him to break so he can tell me what's wrong.

Another pause.

He turns to me and smiles and says, “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

Before I can respond, he reaches his hand out, tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and looks at my eyes.

Some say the eyes are the windows to the soul. In Conrad’s case, they might as well be holding up big bright signs that say how he's really feeling.

Conrad might be able to put up a happy façade in front of anyone but three people.

Susannah

My mom

Me.

If his body language doesn't say anything then his eyes do, they always do.

And right now his eyes looked glassy. Soft. Hurt.

“Con…” I start to say until my voice gets interrupted by another much deeper and louder one.

“Y/N!!” Steven runs up to us, “Oh hey Conrad good thing you’re here too, GUESS WHAT?”, he screams in front of us.

“Ugh, Steven stop screaming my head hurts.” I mumble as Conrad asks “What?”

“WE’RE SURFING TOMORROW YEAHHH!!” he roars happily

“I’m guessing you won beer pong?” I say.

“Hell yeah, Belly and Dean ate my dust!” he boasts

Jeremiah and Belly had caught up with him now and sat alongside Conrad and me as Steven tried reenacting his win.

“So how’d he actually win? He couldn’t have done it himself, guys drunk as shit.”, Conrad says laughing along with us as Steven trips over his own feet.

“I helped him.” Jere says in a low voice not to take Stevens's joy of his delusions away.

“Hey where’s Dean?” I ask Belly as Steven finishes his (horrible) acting and sits with us exchanging embarrassing stories of me and Belly with Conrad and Jeremiah.

“Uhm, I’m not too sure I think he said he was going to go look for you after we finished. Thérèse said she’d help.”

Thats weird.

Steven had already found me and he could’ve just called me if he was worried?

And why would Thérèse want to help? last I checked she hates me.

Whatever.

“I’m gonna go find him.” I said, getting up and brushing the sand off my legs.

Conrad looks up at me as I leave. His eyes don’t leave my back as I walk away and I can feel them slowly burning a hole through my back to my heart.

I take my phone out of my back pocket and call Dean.

One ring.

Two rings.

Three…

Four…

Five…

I hang up.

I try calling him again.

One…two…three…four…

I see Dean’s jeep in the distance and what looks like to be him in it. I keep trying to call him to see if he’ll pick up.

I run to the car, open the door and say, “Hey why aren’t you-”

I get cut off as tears fill my eyes and hurt fills my heart.

Dean’s phone is on the passenger seat constantly vibrating as he’s in the driver making out with Thérèse.

“What the fuck Dean?!” I shout as Dean and Thérèse finally break away from eating each other's faces.

Ew.

“Oh! Uhm…hey babe! Thérèse and I were just talking…” he slurs as Thérèse puts her arms around him and starts kissing his neck.

“Thérèse what the fuck get off him!” I say blinking back my tears refusing to cry in front of them.

“Why should I? I’m a better kisser anyway. Did you really think Dean came all the way down to Cousins to visit you?” she says with a sick smile as she spreads her lipstick around Dean’s neck and collar.

“You know what forget it. You two assholes deserve each other. Don’t bother to come back in the house to get all your stuff Dean, it’ll be out on the front yard.

I turn away before they get a chance to see my tears and walk down to Conrad’s car.

I take my phone in my hand and shakily call Conrad after blocking Dean and Thérèse off everything.

“Hey where are you?” he answers.

“Connie can you…can you drive me home please?” I say sniffling.

“What? Where are you? What’s wrong” he says in an alarmed voice and I can hear him getting off the sand and telling the others he was going to take me home.

“Just…Please drive me home Con…” I say desperately.

“Okay yeah sure, where are you y/n?” he asks in a more controlled voice.

“I’m next to your car.” I say sniffling again.

“Alright y/n/n I’m nearly there, don’t go anywhere okay?”

“Okay.”

Two minutes later and Conrad finds me leaning on his car. He comes up to me and immerses me in his arms, softly shushing me as I sob in his chest.

“Shhh.” he tries to soothe me and runs his hands through my hair.

“Come on. Let’s go home.” he kisses the top of my head as my cries die down and opens the car door for me.

The drive home is almost silent except for the faint noise of the radio playing and my sniffles. Conrad reaches out and holds my hand in a red light. I look at him and he softly smiles in assurance.

When we finally reach home I go straight to my room ignoring Mom and Susannah’s calls of worry. I sob into my pillows as I hear them knocking on the door.

“Y/n honey? What’s wrong can we come in?” they ask. I love them to death but I don't want them right now.

I want Conrad. I need Conrad. I always have.

It's as if they can hear my thoughts because in two seconds Conrad opens the door, comes straight in and sits on my bed next to me.

He doesn’t say anything but brushes the hair out of my face looking at me sadly.

“Wanna tell me what's wrong now? Laurel and Mom are worried sick, they might tear my head off if I go back out there without an answer.” he says quietly making me laugh a bit.

He wipes away my tears with his thumbs and says, “Hey where’s boy toy?”

I look up at him questioning, “Boy toy?”

“Yeah, that boyfriend of yours. Jere called him Boytoy he said he was kinda weird. Did he do something to you?”

I sniffle and silently pray that my voice doesn't give out as I speak, “He uhm…I went looking for him and I saw him with Thérèse they were uhm. They were making out in his car.” I tell him everything, how I found them, what I said, what they said, all while trying to blink back more tears and clearing my throat so it doesn't break anymore.

“That's fucked up I’m so sorry Y/n.” he says softly.

“Wait hang on, Thérèse? Wasn't she your best friend?” he looks at me with furrowed brows.

“I mean I thought she was but after I told her about Dean she just… I don't know she just switched up.”

“Doesn't matter about her she was always a toxic friend anyway. And this Dean seems like a pussy too. I’m sorry but I'm glad things are over with you two, Jere told me how he shouted at you on the beach earlier.”

“Yeah he was really insecure,” I laugh with Conrad. “He said he was jealous of you and Jere when I saw him the other day.”

“Then why are you crying lovie?” he says so softly I barely hear him.

“I don't know, I guess I'm not crying over him… I think I'm crying over the fact that no one really cares. I don't know it’s stupid.” I stare down at my hands, embarrassed by my choice of words.

Hold me close and say you care

‘Cause I'm in love with your brown hair

Conrad wraps his arms around me and puts one of his hands under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

“I care.” he simply says. The look in his eyes could make my knees give out in a second if I wasn't already sitting down. I take a deep breath and try to brush his comment away. There's no way he can just

come back and say he cares when he hasn't bothered to answer my calls or read my texts in almost a year. There's no way I'm doing this again with him.

I try changing the subject by bringing my hand up to his hair and running my fingers through it.

“I love your hair Con.”

He gently takes my hand away from his hair and repeats himself.

“I care Y/n.” he says staring into my eyes. He lets go of my hand and brings his to the back of my neck leaning in close.

The way you touch me is a curse

And I'm not willing to let it all

Hurt

His lips brush against mine sending electric shocks through my body but I refuse to let it go any further. He doesn't get to do this.

I pull away from him as fast as I can and make distance between us.

Physical distance. Since he has the emotional distance covered I might as well take over and finish it with physical.

“No don’t do this Con.” I say shaking my head as I pace around the room blinking away more tears.

“Don’t do what?” he says confused by my actions.

“Don’t play dumb Conrad you know what I mean.”

“Y/n what are you talking about? I-I'm sorry I kissed you I just… I thought you liked me.”

“No Conrad don't.” I say looking up at him through glassy eyes, trying to shake away the anxiety slowly creeping up at me.

“Don't what?! Are you even going to tell me what I did wrong, can you just talk to me?!” he says angrily, standing up from the bed too now so we're both staring at each other from the ends of this room. This God-forsaken tiny room with the walls closing in.

“Can I talk to you?! Oh Conrad that's rich coming from you.” I sneer angrily at him.

How can he of all people say that to me?

“What the fuck are you talking about, what did I do?” he says, his voice growing louder with every word.

“What did you do?” I laugh, “No Conrad let's talk about what you didn’t do. You didn't answer my calls for a whole year, you didn't answer my texts for a whole year, you weren’t there when I needed you Con, you weren't there when mom and dad got divorced like you said you’d be, you completely ignored me for a whole fucking year Con you can't just make it all up by saying you care and kissing me, you can't do that Con not when I've always been there for you, not when I've always cared for you and loved you for this long Con you can’t, you can’t, you can’t!” I finish, out of breath as Conrad looks at me with a hurt expression on his face.

“I…” he starts off but I hold my hand up to him to tell him to stop talking.

I don't want to hear what he has to say, I can't. I close my eyes and say “Please just go away Conrad.”.

When I open my eyes again he's nodding, trying to hold back tears in his gorgeous blue eyes. I look away before a tear can fall from them.

One tear from his eyes, one word from his mouth and I know I’ll go running back to him. But I can't, I refuse to after how he hurt me.

Watch your mouth and wash with soap

'Cause I just hate the way you spoke

Green eyes make everything feel numb

And I'm not willing to give it all up

He closes the door silently behind him and I crash into my bed, sobbing into the jacket he gave me.

And I'm not wasting time again

Closure instead of sex

And I'm not wasting time again

You said I fucked up and ruined your life

But little did you know you ruined mine

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Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Three)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: We finally get some Charlotte POV! I hope you guys are enjoying this story so far. It's gonna be a long ride lmao

Placebo - Purify

Spacial awareness. So much confusion And it's so difficult to harness But then I look at you, nimble and righteous And then I look at the floor: we made a fine mess

My kiss Can you feel it yet? In the back of your legs? And on the nape of your neck?

Are you a temple? Are you a temptress? There's too much choice, the possibilities are endless So wash away my sins, give me catharsis! Re-magnetize my moral compass

My kiss Can you feel it yet? In the back of your legs? And on the nape of your neck?

Your touch, I cannot regret! I love the shape of your mouth and the back of your head

You're so my kind Erotic and divine! I gotta testify To how you purify

To me you're more than a human You're more complex You're like a fallen angel Who uses God as a hex

My kiss Can you feel it yet? In the back of your legs? And on the nape of your neck?

Your touch, I cannot regret! I love the shape of your mouth and the back of your head

You're so my kind Erotic and divine! I gotta testify to how you purify

The next morning, Charlotte woke up with her body aching. Her bleary eyes fluttered open, confusion washing over her at the unfamiliar room in her sleepy state. Someone lay behind her, but the arm over her waist felt heavier than what she was used to. She glanced down at it, seeing a thick forearm draped over her naked body, sheets pooled at her hips. Ah yes, Simon. How could she forget someone like him?

She felt so many things at once as she remembered the mind blowing night she'd had with him. It had been an experience and she was 100% positive that he'd ruined her for other men now. She wasn't quite sure she'd ever find someone who could make her feel like he had. It had been way out of character for her to just go home with a stranger and in hindsight, he could have been a serial killer or something. Yet there had been something so alluring about him that at the time, she figured it was worth taking that risk.

The idea that someone as devilishly handsome as Simon was remotely interested in her made her head spin, but the night before proved he was indeed interested. She had no idea what it all meant if she was honest, so out of her depth that it made nerves bloom in her belly. Just because he allowed her to stay the night didn't mean he wanted her to stick around, maybe he just didn't want her walking home late at night. She really hadn't expected to find herself here when she'd ran out of the club after catching her boyfriend and best friend eating each other's faces in a bar.

The thought of Ethan made all good feelings leave her body in an instant. She wasn't stupid, she knew the relationship was on the outs and she'd been just as guilty about not doing anything to try and resolve it. The betrayal however, was another story. She'd known Jessica since she left school and got her very first job. It had been at Asda and Jessica, one year older than Charlotte, had taken the girl under her wing. Even after Jessica left to go work at an estate agent’s and Charlotte left to bounce around from shitty job to shitty job, they'd stayed best friends. Even when Charlotte had met Ethan a year later, she made sure to never neglect her as a friend and now she finds out they'd been seeing each other behind her back for over a year. Conveniently around the time that jobless Ethan had accepted a job working with Jessica. She should have known then something was up, given the lazy piece of shit was happy to not work and live in Charlotte's tiny studio apartment for free.

She knew she needed to go back and pack up all his shit. That was her place, no matter how shitty it might be and she wasn't having him mooching off her anymore, not now she knew the truth. Her stomach churned at the thought of him already being there when she got home. She really didn't want to see him. She wasn't even sad their relationship was over, if anything it was kind of a relief getting rid of him. She hadn't been happy in a long while, but all the lying to her face when the pair of them were probably laughing at her behind her back stung deeply.

A large part of her wanted to stay in bed, wrapped in Simon's arms. He was so warm and comfortable and she couldn't remember the last time she'd enjoyed someone's company so much, let alone a technical stranger. She knew she had to put her big girl knickers on though. She needed to get home before Ethan (hopefully) and get rid of his shit so she could get closure. She lamented the fact that she probably wouldn't see Simon again. She couldn't bring herself to wake him to say goodbye, too embarrassed in case he wanted her to slip out without a trace.

She gingerly moved his hand off her, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed, glancing around the room. Her eyes flit to her dress that was in a heap on the floor, her knickers across the room and her boots neatly near the bed, socks tucked in them. It was so sweet it made her sigh deeply at the idea of it being a one off. Ethan had never taken such care of her and she wasn't just thinking about the earth shattering orgasms she'd been given either. As much as she'd had fun, she had to go back to reality.

She sat there for a long moment just thinking about how quickly her life unravelled. She was stupid for thinking it was ever put together in the first place, she should have known better. She was startled out of her miserable thoughts when a large and warm hand settled on her bare back. Her head whipped to the side, seeing Simon laying on his side, watching her carefully with sleepy eyes and a hand tenderly on her back.

“What's on your mind, love?” He rasped, voice thick from sleep and her heart faltered in her chest for a moment. Who the hell was this man and how dare he exist. Why did he sound like he actually cared? He still looked as handsome as she remembered him, even mussed from sleep, and she found it completely unfair since she probably looked like a troll right now.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you,” she deflected quietly, giving him a sheepish smile.

“It's alright…” he replied as his dark eyes glanced over her face in a way that made her feel warm. He sat up, scooching over to sit closer to her with his hand still pressed against the skin of her back. His thumb moved in small circles, a soothing motion that she leant into. His other hand came up to her face and it made her stomach clench almost painfully as he cupped her cheek, moving her face to look at him as those deep brown eyes seemed to assess her.

She felt like she could get lost in those eyes. They were so dark, yet up close, she could see how rich they were. Hues of green and amber catching in the light of the morning that shone through the window. Her stomach felt funny as they stared at each other, a sensation similar to the time she went on a rollercoaster for the first and only time.

“I should… I should go home,” she murmured regretfully. She really didn't want to leave but she didn't want to make this more awkward than it needed to be. She felt something between them but for all she knew, he didn’t feel the same way. Why would he? He was so stupidly handsome it was almost painful and she hadn't been enough to keep her ex interested who was average on the best of days. The only reason she latched onto Ethan was because she was young and desperate to feel cared about, never having felt affection in her miserable life. Simon's hand dropped from her face at her words and her stomach dropped. That warmth in his eyes never left though, the hand on her back still glued to her.

“Alright,” it was a simple word and his tone was slightly guarded. She wondered if she was imagining the disappointment she heard, or maybe she was projecting.

“I need to pack up all of… his things. I don't really wanna deal with him but I want him out of my apartment,” she explained, careful with her wording as she remembered his reaction the night before to her using Ethan's name.

She cringed inwardly remembering it, feeling heat nip at her cheeks. She couldn't believe she turned into one of those people. The ones that mention their ex when in bed with someone new. He'd seemed angry about it and maybe it shouldn't have turned her on a little, the way his eyes had flared dangerously, how his tone turned hard.

The hand on her back slid up and up and up, all the way to the back of her neck until it was on the base of her skull, his fingers tangled in her hair, fingertips rubbing her scalp and she was powerless to stop the delighted hum from leaving her lips. Her head tilted back, pressing against his fingers more as her eyes fluttered closed. A cat getting a head rub.

A noise rumbled in the back of his throat. It was rich and deep but she could spare no thought on translating what it meant when he was massaging her head like this. It was such an affectionate gesture and she was soaking it up greedily.

“Want me to come with?” He asked simply and when she opened her eyes, head still tilted back against his hand, he was watching her with rapt attention.

“Like a bodyguard?” She asked with a wry smile, watching how his lips quirked up ever so slightly.

“Somethin’ like that,” he replied, removing his hand and causing her to pout.

“I couldn't ask you to do that. You've probably got better things to do than be my emotional support handsome stranger,” she sighed and he snorted at her, shaking his head.

“Not askin’, I'm offerin’... And I'd like to think after last night that we aren't strangers,” he murmured and his eyes quickly swept over her still naked form in such a way that she felt a deep heat spread into every part of her body.

“I guess you're right. You played my body like a fiddle, got to know me pretty well,” she mused softly, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. He chuckled at her as he moved around her off the bed and she could do little else but stare at him in all his glory.

He was built like a god. Like one of those marble statues of Greek gods that belonged in a museum. Her eyes raked over his broad back as he went about getting himself some clothes, her eyes dragging all the way down to his firm arse cheeks. The sudden urge she had to sink her teeth into them made her cheeks flush.

“See somethin’ you like, love?” He drawled knowingly as he turned back around. He had a clean pair of boxers in his hand but she was more engrossed in his ridiculously large and hard cock that seemed like it was staring at her. How that had fit inside of her was beyond her.

“Do you?” She countered quickly, a teasing tone to her voice as she trailed her eyes back up to his face.

“See somethin’ I really like,” he answered easily, eyes roaming over her as his expression turned wolfish.

She stood from her place on the bed, padding over to him and enjoying the way fire burned bright behind his deep dark eyes. She wasn't sure where this confidence came from, how he instilled such confidence she wasn't used to. He watched her intently as she stopped in front of him, dropping to her knees with a dull thud that was muted by the carpet. He didn't say anything but she saw how his breathing hitched as she looked up at him through her lashes.

She wished she could come up with something sexy to say but this whole thing was far too new for her. It didn't come naturally to her like it seemed to do for him. Instead, she decided to just go for it and grasped his throbbing cock, leaning forward to lick the tip teasingly. He let out a low moan, his hands going to her hair as he gathered it out of the way in a makeshift ponytail in his hands.

“Fuckin' hell,” he murmured quietly and her lips tugged up a little. There was something so powerful feeling about making a man like this weak for her. She kept her eyes on him as she properly took him into her mouth. He was so long and thick, there was no way she'd be able to take him in all the way. The moan he graced her with made her wet instantly and she wasted no time in bobbing her head up and down on him. She used her hand to cover the base, where he was just too big for her to reach. She loved watching his face as she pleasured him. His jaw was hanging open, a blissful look on his ruggedly handsome face.

“Such a good girl, love,” he praised in a low voice and she moaned around him, the warmth of his words making her pick up her pace and suck on him more greedily. He gasped, hips bucking into her mouth a little as his grip on her hair tightened.

“Fuck… ain't gonna last much longer if you keep that up,” he rasped. She wasn't sure if it was a warning to slow down or keep going, but something curled in her belly at the thought of having him at her mercy like this. To be the one making him feel so good. To make him lose his control. She wanted to make him cum, wanted to blow his mind like he had hers.

She took him in as deep as she could, eyes stinging with tears as the tip hit the back of her throat and it spasmed around him. He let out a desperately loud moan, sounding surprised by the sudden sensation but it seemed to be all she needed to do to push him over the edge. He pushed on the back of her head a little, forcing her on his cock for a moment longer as he gasped, pumping into her as he spilled himself down her throat and she swallowed every drop.

He used the grip on her hair to pull her off him the second he was done, allowing her to catch her breath. She hadn't expected the roughness at the end but she felt how slick between her thighs was. She'd really enjoyed it. Her chest heaved as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a burning feeling stirring inside of her at the look he was giving her. The hold on her hair loosened and he rubbed his fingers on her scalp soothingly, his heavy lidded gaze turning her inside out.

“You're bloody perfect,” he mused and she felt the blush creep up her entire body at his words, a shy smile on her lips. No one had ever called her perfect before. She knew it wasn't true, no one was perfect. Not even Simon, who she was sure was as close to perfect she'd ever seen, was perfect. It was an impossible standard to be held to. Yet when he said it, he sounded like he meant it and it made her stomach clench.

His hand let go of her hair, hand trailing to her cheek before his thumb swiped over her lower lip. She could do little else but stare up at him from her place on the floor, as if she was in a trance. He pulled away, grabbing her arm and tugging her to her feet. She felt drunk almost and she wasn't sure just what about this man made her feel this way. The feeling only intensified when he leaned down, his lips hovering over hers and making her feel desperate to feel them.

“Your turn, love,” he purred, still denying her the kiss he was dangling in front of her.

“You don't have to,” she replied, leaning on her tiptoes to try and chase his lips but he pulled away. His eyes narrowed a little, head tilted as he looked at her. She could tell he was about to argue with her so she cut him off before he could try.

“Really, it's fine. It was payback for last night,” she shrugged but his eyes only narrowed more.

“You not want me to?” He asked, a wariness to his tone that made her brows furrow. The moistness between her legs was proof enough that she did want him to.

“It's not that… I just… you don't need to. I don't expect it. I don't wanna be-” she started rambling sheepishly.

“A burden?” He cut in knowingly and her mouth snapped shut. She wondered just when this basically a stranger figured her out so well. It was disconcerting. She gave him another sheepish smile as she blinked up at him.

“Maybe,” she snorted self deprecatingly and he rolled his eyes. His hand went to her throat but it wasn't tight. She could feel her pulse fluttering against his hand as he used his gentle grip to crowd her to the wall, pinning her against it. She stared up at him like he was the second coming of Christ, unable to tear her gaze away.

“You want me to touch you, sweetheart?” He asked roughly, still denying her the kiss she wanted. His face was dangerously close to hers and she felt her heart quicken at his words and tone. The desire to tell him he didn't have to was dulled to silence as her body flared up at his touch. She nodded, lips parted and pupils blown wide as she blinked up at him.

“Need your words, Charlotte,” he demanded and it only made her clench her thighs together tighter.

“Yes… please,” she whispered, remembering her manners since he was about to do her a favour and all.

His eyes darkened at her plea, the hand not wrapped around her throat trailing down her body until he reached between her legs. She parted them for him as if on instinct, a soft gasp leaving her lips as his fingers toyed with the slick waiting for him.

“So needy, love,” he drawled and the roguish smirk on his face made her knees feel weak. He sounded so smug about her reaction to him. Her head hit the wall with a quiet thud as she moaned, feeling his fingers rubbing slow circles around her clit. It was enough to make a wave of pleasure rush over her like a stream of water but not enough to push her to the roaring rapids she knew were waiting for her.

“Simon, please,” she begged helplessly, writhing against his hand to desperately search out more friction. He was such a tease and he was good at it.

“Gotta tell me what you want,” he ordered, his breathing ragged as he watched her squirm against him and the wall, her face flushed and eyes wide. She opened her mouth a few times, finding it hard to form the words. She didn't like asking for anything but she guessed that was the reasoning for his torture. As if he could see the struggle on her face, he spoke again.

“Can't help you if you don't tell me,” his tone was teasing, goading, and she whined, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Please,” she whispered, feeling the heat burning her cheeks. She felt him lean in, his lips brushing the skin of her cheek.

“Please what?” He smirked against her and she wanted to hit him, but the feeling of his fingers lazily toying with her clit had her helpless to his mercy.

“Please go faster. Please make me cum,” she asked quietly, embarrassment burning through her entire being. He moaned though, the noise soothing the wounded ego she was suffering and she didn't have time to think about it because then he was rubbing fast circles around her clit. She was so soaked that his fingers glided effortlessly over it, so much pleasure washing over her so suddenly that she gripped each of his wrists so she didn't collapse into a heap. Pure relief tinged her loud moans, eyes closed and mouth hanging open as she relished in the feeling.

“See what you get when you just ask?” He asked darkly and when her eyes fluttered open, he was staring at her with rapt interest as she trembled against him. She was so close, she felt like she was dangling off the edge of a cliff, waiting to plummet to the bottom.

“You need to stop seein’ yourself as a burden, love. You’re special. You should be worshipped and treated like you're made of gold,” he murmured against her lips and his words pushed her over the edge roughly. She cried out, her whole body tensing as the pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave. She could barely register her needy moans over the roaring in her ears.

He kept touching her until her body slumped and she was glad when he removed his hand instead of overstimulating her. She felt like she didn't know what planet she was on and it wasn't helped when she watched him suck his fingers clean like he had the night before. His words snuck under her skin, working their way throughout her body and taking root inside of her. She once again asked herself just who the hell this man was.

“That was…” she trailed off with a soft hum, a delighted and content smile curling on her lips and it made him chuckle.

“Think you learned your lesson, then?” He asked, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

“Probably not. Might have to teach me again at some point,” she replied cheekily and he shook his head with a snort. Finally, he graced her with the kiss he'd been teasing her with and she melted right into him. It was slow and sweet this time and she enjoyed it. Enjoyed the warmth it stirred in her chest. When they pulled away, he watched her for a moment before taking a step back and she instantly missed his warmth.

“I don’t suppose you have anything I could wear? Feel like the walk of shame might be a bit too obvious in that,” she snorted, gesturing to her dress on the floor.

“Nothin’ that’ll fit you, but I’ll see what I can do,” he murmured, flashing her a smile that left her breathless. Fuck, he was so pretty. She watched as he slipped into his own clothes, some jeans and a black long sleeve tee that clung to him in all the right places. Her eyes were studying him intently as he reached in his bedside drawer, grabbing something that caught the light as he slipped it over his head. Dog tags.

“You're a soldier?” she asked, surprised. She wasn't sure why it shocked her, it made perfect sense now she thought about it. He glanced back over his shoulder at her as he rummaged in his drawers for something she could wear and she decided to at least slip on her knickers while she waited. She could change them when she got home.

“Army. Been in for five years now,” he supplied and she detected a hint of pride in his voice that made her smile.

“That's impressive. I don’t think I'd last two minutes in the army. I’d probably cry if they told me I made my bed wrong,” she remarked dryly and he huffed a laugh at her, walking over with a bundle of clothes in his hands.

“Bit sensitive, yeah?” he asked playfully and her cheeks flushed as she smiled with a nod. She was sensitive, she couldn't help it. Life hadn’t been kind to her and it left her self esteem in the minus column. She couldn't handle criticism well, always felt like a personal attack.

“Maybe,” she grinned and he smiled fondly at her. She took the clothes, examining what seemed to be a pair of black sweatpants and a large black t-shirt. He wasn't joking, they wouldn't fit her, but she'd make them work. She could tighten the drawstring on the pants and tuck the bottoms into her boots and the t-shirt would just have to swamp her. She’d look silly until she got back to her place.

“Thank you,” she murmured gratefully.

“Don’t need to thank me,” he shrugged, leading her out of the bedroom and showing her where the bathroom was.

Once he left her to it, she looked in the mirror and shook her head at herself. Her hair was all over and she didn't have anything to detangle it. She thought it was unlikely Simon had a comb or brush since his hair was so short. She used her fingers to untangle it the best she could and made it somewhat presentable. Then she gave her face a little clean. Luckily she wasn't wearing foundation as she splashed water on her face. She didn’t like wearing the stuff, it always sat too cakey on her skin so she never bothered with it. It was more eye make up she did to make her eyes pop more. She gingerly wiped around her eyes with some tissue paper she wet in the sink to make her eyes less like raccoon chic until she felt a little less of a mess.

A dark bruise sitting low on her neck caught her eye in the mirror and she felt a burning warmth settle in her belly as she gingerly touched it. Seeing his mark on her made her feel a lot of things, things she wasn’t quite used to and didn't know how to process. Slipping his clothes on, they felt so cosy and snuggly, the pants were massive on her but she tightened the string and stuffed her feet in the combat boots after getting her socks on. They didn't look too bad after that. The t-shirt hung off her small frame, almost looking like a dress.

She glanced at the bandada that had somehow stayed on her arm this entire time. Untying it, her arm didn't look too bad, not as bad as she thought it might. It still touched her how he’d looked after her at the bus stop, worried something bad had happened to her. “I’ve heard that before.” He must have known someone who’d been abused before by his words and it was touching to know Simon was out here looking out for vulnerable strangers if they needed it.

Eyeing her still kind of unruly hair in the mirror, she used the bandana like a headband, folding it up and then tying it around her head. She wasn't too bothered with the small bits of dried blood that would be on it, she hadn't been bleeding that bad anyway. Feeling tons better, even if she probably looked ridiculous in his clothes, she stepped out after doing all her business.

She made her way to the living area, glancing around the space after only getting a small glimpse the night before. She gravitated to the thin quilt over the back of the sofa just like she had the first time she’d seen it. It was handmade, clearly hand quilted. She wondered what it was like to have someone care about you so much to make something for you. Wondered who in Simon’s life cared for him so much. Her eyes wandered over the few pictures on the walls, noting what looked like his mother in some pictures. Maybe it was her. There was another man in the pictures too, younger looking than Simon but not by too much.

She took in what she presumed to be his family before her feet moved her around to near the kitchen. Simon’s apartment had an open plan living area and kitchen, the bathroom and bedroom behind respective doors for privacy. On the fridge was a scan, held up by a magnet. She wondered who the baby belonged to. Was it the younger man and the woman he’d had his arm around in one of the pictures? She couldn't help the curiosity, suddenly wanting to know so much about the random man from the bus stop.

“Put your dress in an Asda bag. Was all I had,” Simon uttered, walking in from his bedroom. He held out the Asda bag, her dress folded neatly inside, but before she could take it, his mouth snapped shut, eyes darting all over her freshly dressed body.

“You look…” he started slowly, his voice a mere growl, and she felt heat sweep up her entire being.

“Stupid, I know,” she snorted, trying not to feel too self conscious as she took the bag from him with a sheepish smile.

“Not the word I’d use,” he rasped and there was something rich and dark about his tone that made her blink up at him for a moment.

She was about to ask him what word he would use then but he gripped her jaw, crashing his lips to hers with such force that she yelped. She clung onto his shirt as he pushed her against the wall. It was so primal, so desperate and she surrendered herself to him instantly, kissing him back as she clutched his shirt. Simon was so animalistic she’d learned in the short time she’d known him, something so viscerally primal that it made her DNA scream out for him. She hadn't expected this reaction from her being in his clothes, she didn't think she looked overly sexy in a baggy t-shirt and pants way too big. When they finally separated so they could breath, she could feel the heat burning her cheeks as she looked up at him demurely.

“Should wear my clothes more often, love,” he murmured lowly and she couldn't help the shy smile that tugged at her lips. She couldn't remember ever feeling so desired before and she was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling. You’re special. You should be worshipped and treated like you're made of gold. Part of her was wondering if Simon was even real or if he was a figment of her imagination after all the shit she’d been through.

He placed a sweet kiss to her forehead that she hadn't expected and it made her smile widen. She wouldn't have pegged him for the affectionate type yet he kept giving her little affectionate touches that made her heart pick up.

“Shall we get goin’, then? I’d offer you breakfast but I’ve not got owt in,” he gave her a sheepish look and she gave him a shrug.

“It’s alright, I’ve got some bacon that needs eating in the fridge at home, could eat some bacon butties right about now,” she grinned impishly. The look he gave her almost made her laugh, it was so comical. He looked at her so hopefully, like the prospect of some bacon butties was the best thing he’d been offered in his life.

“Suppose I could make some for you too, say thanks and all that,” she added with a smirk and he rolled his eyes playfully with a smile.

“Charmin’ you are,” he huffed teasingly and she laughed. He was easy to be around and she liked that. It was easy to forget she’d only met him the night before.

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threewaywithdelusion · 1 year ago

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RoyJamieKeeley Fic

Still working on my RoyJamieKeeley post-S3 fic. I got stuck again for a while, but I got unstuck tonight, so he's a little snippet to celebrate.

A few days later, Keeley and Jamie left for Brazil for Jamie’s Nike shoot. Left alone for a week, Roy tried to keep busy so he wouldn’t think about them. He spent time with Phoebe, who was starting to get impatient for summer holiday but could be convinced to spend all her wayward energy on playing football with Roy. He saw the yoga mums twice, once for actual yoga and once for a night of drinking wine, watching rom coms, and gossiping. He told them he’d gotten back together with his ex-girlfriend and they all smiled and told him how happy they were for him and how much more of a grump he’d been without her. Roy didn’t mention that said girlfriend was dating another man at the same time and told himself it was just leaving out unimportant information and not actually lie, but he wasn’t sure he believed himself.

Roy also had a meeting with Rebecca, who told him she wanted to promote him to manager of Richmond. He called her mad to her face and she still seemed to think giving him the job was a good idea.

“I don’t want to do press conferences and shit,” Roy said.

Rebecca was unfazed. “Here are my options, Roy. I can make you manager, which is a job I think you’ll be good at. You know football, you know these boys, and they trust you, which makes you the best fit. I can make Nate manager, which I don’t particularly want to do after he defected to West Ham last year. He has experience and the boys seem to have forgiven him, but I don’t trust him enough yet to give him that much power. The other option is to bring in someone from outside the club. Higgins gave me a list of candidates and a lot of them are very qualified and are interested in working for Richmond now that we placed second in the Premier League, because they think they can get us a trophy next year. However, anyone I bring in is going to have their own style and they’re going to undo all the hard work Ted’s done over the past three years. And what Ted did, however unconventional, has been working for us. So, if you don’t take the job, any thoughts on how I should proceed?”

Roy grunted. It was a good argument and Rebecca knew it.

Roy liked coaching Richmond. He didn’t really want to work with some new shitbag coach who would come in acting like he knew anything. Who might tell the team to stop playing total football or take that shitty, ripped-up “believe” sign off the wall. Who might not flip Jamie off in the middle of a game or push him to go back out even with an injured ankle. Who might not support Sam’s protests when they cost the club their main sponsor or might not like the fact that Colin had a boyfriend. Who might not defend Isaac in a post-game interview after Isaac attacked a fan in the stands for his homophobic comments or who would hear that famous women got their private photos leaked and react with less horror than the rest of the Richmond boys.

Roy liked the culture Ted had created at Richmond. Sure, his methods had been downright insane at times, but they’d worked. This was a team that respected Keeley and Rebecca, that accepted Colin, and that tried to be good people as much as they tried to be good footballers.

Roy didn’t want to lose that.

“Fuuuuck,” he said, a curse of resignation and realization.

Rebecca knew him far too well at this point, because she just smiled victoriously. “I’ll have Higgins send you the paperwork this week. We’re also going to be looking at player transfers, so I’ll send you tapes for anyone we’re considering. Do you have any thoughts about which players we should take a look at?”

Roy grunted. He’d had this job for all of three seconds and Rebecca was already giving him work. He hadn’t even told Keeley yet.

“We need a centre back with more speed,” he said.

“Noted,” Rebecca said.

On the way home, Roy felt a strange kind of loneliness take over him.

He’d gotten a promotion and even though he’d resisted it, he kind of wanted to celebrate. Like when Keeley had been made a CEO of her own company and they’d popped champagne and Roy had spun her around and they’d fallen into bed together.

But Keeley was halfway around the world with Jamie. On vacation, even though she’d refused to go on vacation with Roy to Marbella last year. And Roy knew it was different — this was a work trip with some fun thrown in — but Keeley was just restarting her business with Rebecca as the main investor and she couldn’t possibly be less busy than she’d been last year.

A tiny, mean voice in Roy’s head said that the difference was Jamie. That Roy hadn’t been worth the time away from the office, but Jamie was.

Roy shoved the thought away.

He went home to his big empty house and stared at the bottle of champagne in the fridge. He couldn’t tell the yoga mums he’d been promoted because they still believed he was an accountant and he had no fucking clue what accountants did or what the fuck their position was when they got promoted. Plus, he didn’t want to spend all evening lying about the job he was celebrating.

The team was scattered around the world, visiting their home countries and families while they were on summer holiday. What other friends did Roy have? Keeley, who was his girlfriend again? Jamie, who was Keeley’s other boyfriend and was also not in the country? Rebecca, who was more his friend through the transitive property than anything and was also his boss?

Fuck this.

Roy took the bottle from the fridge. He was about to pop the cork and drink straight from the bottle when his phone dinged with an incoming message.

It was a series of photos from Keeley, showing her and Jamie shopping. One photo showed Keeley in a dressing room, trying on a dress that made her look fucking amazing. Another showed Jamie with about fifty bags dangling from his arms, posing like he was lifting weights. Keeley was standing beside him, holding one tiny bag, and grinning widely at having a fit footballer to play her pack mile. Then there was a picture of Keeley standing next to a suitcase with a price tag on it, presumably something she was buying to bring all her new clothes back to England, a cute guilty smile on her face. The last picture showed the two of them in a store, both wearing black leather jackets. The one on Keeley was ridiculously oversized and the comical frowns on both of their faces told Roy that they were dressing up as him.

Another text arrived from Keeley.

Miss you! Do you want either of these jackets?

Roy was very picky about his leather jackets, something that Keeley had learned early in their first go at a relationship when she’d tried to buy him a present. It may seem like Roy put no effort into his all-black look, but he was very particular about what clothes he thought was worth buying.

It was sweet of Keeley to ask.

Send a video, Roy texted back.

A minute later, his phone dinged. The video was of Keeley in a dressing room, wearing a shimmery grey dress with one of the Roy-sized leather jackets over it. Roy had clearly interrupted her in the middle of trying on half the store because there were clothes over every inch of the dressing room. Keeley did a little spin for the camera and Roy caught Jamie’s reflection in the dressing room mirror, smiling at Keeley like he was in love.

Fuck.

Would Roy have had that indulgent, lovestruck expression on his face if Keeley had dragged him shopping for stupid graffiti clothes for Jamie? This was Jamie’s holiday with Keeley and she was still taking the time to message Roy and Jamie didn’t seem to mind at all.

Roy’s phone dinged again, this time a message from Jamie. It was another video, showing Jamie walking along a wall of all-black clothes, including at least four different leather jackets.

“I think we found your store, mate,” Jamie said, panning the camera so Roy could see the words John John lit up in the back over the counter.

Fuck. Roy was being a sorry sad sack and a bit of a prick. And he absolutely refused to be the biggest prick in a relationship that included Jamie Tartt.

You look beautiful, he sent Keeley. I like the jacket Jamie was wearing.

Keeley sent back a series of smiley face emojis.

Roy called her and she picked up on the second ring. “Hi, babe? How’s London?”

“I miss you,” Roy said. It was probably the easiest thing he’d ever said. Usually, Roy had trouble expressing any emotion that wasn’t anger and he knew that. But missing Keeley was all-consuming. It was a physical ache inside him, just as real as the pain from his knee, and he didn’t know how not to say it.

“I miss you too,” Keeley said.

“How’s Brazil?” Roy asked.

“It’s good! I think the photoshoot with Nike went really well. They might offer Jamie a larger deal as a brand ambassador when we get back, but don’t tell Jamie that. I’m negotiating right now and I’m not sure it’ll go through.”

“I’m sure it well,” Roy said. “You’re a brilliant negotiator.”

“You’ve never seen me negotiate,” Keeley said.

“Sure I have,” Roy said. “What about that time you convinced me to try being a pundit.”

“That was in your best interest, and I’m pretty sure we were arguing.”

“Or that time you convinced me to go to that launch party for that watch company you were promoting.”

“You have to admit, that was great press,” Keeley said. “Everyone’d heard the story about your ex stealing your Rolex, so you replacing the Rolex with a John Hubert watch really connected the two brands in everyone’s minds.”

“Well what about the time you convinced me to both cook and do the dishes when I made you a fancy dinner?”

“I bribed you with blowjobs,” Keeley said. “I don’t think I can use the same strategy here.”

Roy laughed. He felt so much better after talking to Keeley for just five minutes. Suddenly, he didn’t care that she was a continent away. He still wanted to tell her the good news.

“Is Jamie there?” he asked.

“He’s in his own dressing room,” Keeley said.

Roy was surprised. He figured Keeley and Jamie would take shopping as a chance to watch each other strip in the same dressing room. But he knew fuck all about shopping, so maybe it wasn’t that weird that they were in two different stalls.

“Can you get him?”

There was a long pause that Roy knew was Keeley working through her surprise before she said, “Yeah, just a sec.” Her voice sounded slightly farther away as she called “Jamie!”

A moment later Keeley’s voice came out sounding a little more robotic. “You’re on speaker, babe.”

Roy cleared his throat. “I talked to Rebecca today. She made me manager.”

“What?” Keeley said, sounding stunned.

Yeah, maybe he should have worked up to that instead of announcing it right out the gate.

“She gave me Ted’s job,” Roy repeated.

A whoop went up from Jamie, so loud that Roy had to pull the phone away from his head so he wouldn’t blow out his eardrums.

“Congrats, mate! That’s fucking mint.”

Roy grunted. He didn’t say that he was bricking it over trying to fill Ted’s shoes, but Keeley must have released because she said, “You’re going to be amazing, babe. I’m so proud of you!”

“I don’t know,” Jamie said. “I mean, mostly Roy’s been coaching me so far. I’ve got more talent than all the boys on the team and I’m a pleasure to coach, so you can’t measure Roy’s success by how brilliant a player I am.”

“You’re a fucking nightmare to coach,” Roy said, even though it wasn’t actually true. Jamie did anything Roy said, even when it was embarrassing or he was pushing his body beyond what most coaches would demand of him. Roy liked telling Jamie what to do and seeing how hard he would work to achieve the impossible, even when the only reward was a little grunt from Roy.

“I guess we’ll see if you can bring the other lads up to my level,” Jamie said, cockiness and disbelief in Roy’s coaching skills rolling together in his voice.

Weirdly, Jamie’s pestering filled Roy with confidence that he could do this. He would be the best damn manager Richmond had ever seen, if only to prove to Jamie that he was wrong.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Keeley told Jamie sweetly and that buoyed Roy the rest of the way up. Keeley believed in him. She believed in him enough to tell Jamie to suck it, even if she did it in nicer terms.

Roy wanted to tell her he loved her, but the first time he told her after they got back together couldn’t be over the phone, with Jamie listening in, while Keeley was on another continent.

Instead, Roy just said, “At least I know what the fucking offside rule is.”

Jamie and Keeley both laughed, though Jamie laughed harder. Roy wasn’t sure Keeley knew the offside rule, which was a travesty given how many footballers she’d dated.

“Well celebrate when I get back,” Keeley said. “That’s wonderful news, babe. I’m so happy for you.”

They said their goodbyes and when Roy hung up the phone, he felt a lot more determined and a lot less alone.

He checked his inbox to find an email from Higgins with his new contract and and some player files with stats and videos. Several promising young players were listed, as well as some old-timers on their way to retirement from some of the better clubs.

He poured himself a glass of champagne and settled in to do his job.

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daegudrama · 10 days ago

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Title: Route 613

Pairing: Reader/Namjoon, Reader/Yoongi, Reader/Vmin

Summary: Reader wants to be the very best Pokémon trainer there ever was. Her first stop in that journey is Paldea University home to a myriad of higher education. Still working to get over her ex boyfriend, Yoongi, reader forms new connections while making a few questionable decisions along the way. Each battle bringing her closer to the glory she's always dreamed of. Will she succeed in becoming champion or will outside forces stop her from achieving her goal?

Word Count: 6.8K

Disclaimer: Real life ages mean nothing in this fic. Refer here for ages and my shitty graphics

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Chapter 10

The walk to the studio is quick, but your mind races with thoughts of how the photoshoot might go. By the time you arrive, a few of the other trainers are already there, waiting outside. You recognize a couple of them, students you’ve seen in passing or battled before. They eye you and Yoongi with quiet recognition, and you can feel the silent rivalry brewing already. The next few months are going to be a lot of that.

A staff member ushers everyone inside, where the studio is set up with bright lights and backdrops. The atmosphere is buzzing with energy, but there’s an underlying tension. These aren’t just your peers anymore, these are the competitors you’ll have to defeat.

Professor Oak is standing in front of the backdrop waiting for all sixteen trainers to arrive. Once everyone is standing shoulder to shoulder he claps his hands together with an excited smile.

“Congratulations to all of you for making it this far. The sixteen of you have been selected as Paldea University’s top trainers.” Gasps sound around you as Professor Oak speaks. He knew this was going to happen and he looks oh so pleased with himself. “I’m going to call your names, please step forward. Get acquainted with each other or don’t…the people around you are your competition.”

Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest as Professor Oak begins calling names. “YN,” You step forward letting everyone look at you for a moment before you step back into line next to Yoongi. “Yoongi Min, Hiyyih Huening, Yunjin Huh, Jungkook Jeon, Chaewon Kim, Seungkwan Boo, Sana Minatozaki, Jihyo Park, Hajoon Lee, Jongho Choi, Junhui Wen, Soonyoung Kwon.” You look down the line to see who Soonyoung is because you swear you have never heard that name before. Everyone in this room should be familiar because you are in the same program. A third year student steps forward, one you have met several times. No one has ever called him by his given name before. Everyone calls him Hoshi.

“Jihoon Lee,” Again you look down the line and see another older student that has been nicknamed Woozi. “Mingyu Kim, and finally Taehyung Kim.”

The room is silent as the final name echoes around the studio. You glance over at Taehyung’s familiar face and see he has an air of confidence. He steps forward with a small, unreadable smile, as if he knows something the rest of you don’t.

With everyone standing shoulder to shoulder, Professor Oak clears his throat. “This year, we’re starting something new.” His eyes gleam with excitement. “We’re going to commemorate the top sixteen trainers with a photoshoot, something I hope becomes a tradition here at Paldea University.”

Murmurs ripple through the group, this is unprecedented. It’s clear from the surprise on some faces that no one expected this twist. You are glad you were warned ahead of time.

Professor Oak continues, “These photos will not only mark your journey but also remind future trainers of the level of competition they’ll need to rise to. You’re the first class to be honored this way, and I hope to see this tradition continue long after you’ve graduated.”

He gestures to the photographers. “Let’s get started. Individual shots first, followed by a group photo.”

You hear your name called and step forward, the reality of the moment sinking in. This is no casual photoshoot, it’s a declaration. Someone standing near the camera hands you a shirt similar to a soccer jersey. It's a deep green color with stripes of white on the side. On the front it says ‘Winter Tournament 20XX’ and on the back is your last name. After putting on the shirt the flash of the camera captures you in a moment of confidence, though your mind races with thoughts of the battles to come. This photo will represent the start of something that will likely outlast your time at Paldea, whether as a champion or a competitor. They take a second set of photos in your Oak’s club jacket.

Yoongi steps forward next, his gaze unwavering as the lights capture his cool demeanor. His competitive edge is palpable, but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more in his expression when he glances your way. Does he have to do this right now?

As the photoshoot progresses, the tension builds. This isn’t just about recognition—it’s a reminder that every face in this room will soon be your direct competition. With only six weeks until the tournament, every moment counts. You are sandwiched between Hiyyih and Jungkook in the group photo and you wonder if this has anything to do with how Professor Oak thinks you might rank.

After the shoot, Professor Oak addresses the group once more. “This is the beginning. The competition is real, and the stakes are high. But remember, only two of you will get the honor of facing the gym leaders. And not a word of this until Friday!!”

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Until Friday you keep mostly to yourself, determined not to let anything about making the top sixteen slip. This makes it easier for you to spend countless hours training without interruption. It’s harder than you imagined to keep the secret but also the way everything seems to be shifting around you. The quiet rivalry with Yoongi is coming back, even though it’s unspoken. Hiyyih is helping keep you grounded, though you both feel the weight of what’s ahead.

Every conversation with Namjoon this week has felt strained. You know it’s because of the tournament, you can’t tell him about making the top sixteen, not yet. The rules are strict, and the last thing you want is to risk disqualification or whatever Professor Oak would do.

Still, Namjoon seems rightfully confused, maybe even hurt. Every time you avoid a hangout or cut a conversation short, you can see the question in his eyes, though he doesn’t say anything.

By the time Friday afternoon rolls around, you’re feeling the weight of both the secret and your silence. The announcement about the winter tournament is set for 7PM, where the entire school will find out about the top sixteen trainers on the new battlefields and stands prepared just for this tournament. The excitement is palpable across campus, and it’s becoming harder to stay out of the buzz.

Just hours before the big announcement, Namjoon finally pulls you aside. His face is serious, eyes filled with concern as he corners you just outside one of the training grounds.

“Can we talk for a minute?” he asks, his voice slow, but steady.

You hesitate but nod, stepping away from the main path where others might overhear.

He shifts uncomfortably, running a hand through his hair before meeting your eyes. "Look, I’ve noticed you’ve been...distant lately. Ever since I told you how I feel." He pauses, the tension heavy between you. “If I made you uncomfortable by confessing, I’m really sorry. I don’t want you to be burdened by or feel responsible for my feelings. I don’t want to lose our friendship because of it. But if it’s not that—if something else is going on—just tell me. Please.”

You feel your heart twist at his words. Namjoon’s vulnerability hits hard, and you hate that you’ve put him in this position. You want to reassure him, to tell him that it’s not what he thinks, but the words stick in your throat. The top sixteen is still a secret, and you can’t break that promise—not even for him.

You take a deep breath, shaking your head gently. "Namjoon, it’s not about that. You didn’t make me uncomfortable, I promise." You try to offer him a small, reassuring smile. "There’s just... a lot going on right now that I can’t talk about. But it’s not what you’re thinking."

He frowns, clearly not satisfied with your vague explanation. "If it’s not that, then what? You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

You want to tell him. You want to explain everything, but the words don’t come. You’re locked into this secret until 7 PM. You put a hand on his bicep giving it a light squeeze.

"I’m sorry, Namjoon. I really can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me."

He sighs, looking down at his feet for a moment before nodding. "Okay...I trust you. But please, don’t shut me out." His voice softens, and you can see the worry etched in his features. "We’re still friends, right?"

"Of course," you answer quickly, and this time the smile you give him is genuine. "Always."

Namjoon steps back, giving you a small, tentative smile in return. "Alright. I guess I’ll see you at the announcement then."

As he walks away, you feel a mixture of relief and guilt. You know everything will come out soon enough, but until then, the weight of the secret keeps pressing down on you.

By 7 PM, the entire school gathers in the newly constructed Pokémon battlefields for the highly anticipated winter tournament. The atmosphere is electric as students fill the stands, their eyes glued to the large screens surrounding the pristine battlefield. Everyone is eager to learn who the top sixteen trainers are, the ones who will represent Paldea University in this year's tournament. The top sixteen are standing just out of view from most of the spectors.

Professor Oak strides to the center of the battlefield, his excitement evident in his broad smile. "Good evening, everyone!" His voice echoes across the arena, silencing the murmurs of the crowd. "Welcome to the winter tournament announcement, the first in our brand-new battlefields."

He pauses to gesture around at the expansive space, the shimmering lights reflecting off the smooth surfaces. "This year, we're unveiling not only the battle grounds but also the rankings of the top sixteen trainers, as determined by the evaluations of your professors. These rankings represent not only your battle abilities but also your growth, strategy, and potential as trainers."

The anticipation builds as Professor Oak continues, his voice commanding the attention of everyone in the room. You were not expecting this. He didn’t say anything about this. He always has another trick up his sleeve. You look to the side and see each of your competitors' faces filled with just as much confusion as yours. "Let’s get started, shall we? I’ll introduce the top sixteen trainers, ranked according to the recommendations of your professors."

The large screens come to life, displaying the names of the top sixteen trainers. Your heart races as you wait for your name to be called. The energy in the air is palpable, and every trainer standing nearby is on edge.

"Hiyyih Huening, ranked first."

The crowd erupts in surprise and applause as Hiyyih steps forward, her expression a mixture of pride and determination. You can see the fire in her eyes as she takes her place as the top-ranked trainer. She shoots you a confident smile, clearly ready for the challenge ahead. Hiyyih has earned this title, even if she won’t keep it for long.

"Jungkook Jeon, ranked second."

Jungkook steps forward, his name appearing on the screen in bold letters. The crowd murmurs in approval—Jungkook is known for his skill, and seeing him ranked this high is no surprise to anyone.

"YN, ranked third."

Your name echoes through the battlefield, and you step forward, feeling the weight of everyone’s gaze on you. The murmurs grow louder as people realize just how high you’ve been ranked. You steal a glance at Namjoon across the battlefield, catching the surprise on his face. There’s no turning back now.

Professor Oak continues calling out names, and the tension only rises with each ranking.

"Yoongi Min, ranked fourth."

Yoongi steps forward, his usual calm expression giving little away, though you know the competitive fire burns beneath the surface. He glances at you, a subtle acknowledgment of the challenge ahead.

"Jongho Choi, ranked fifth."

Jongho steps forward, his face unreadable but his stance radiating confidence. His presence in the top five causes another ripple of murmurs through the crowd.

"Taehyung Kim, ranked sixth."

"Hoshi Kwon, ranked seventh."

"Jihyo Park, ranked eighth."

The names continue, and the crowd grows louder with each reveal. You feel a sense of relief as you watch your friends take their places on the battlefield, knowing that the competition is going to be fierce.

Finally, Professor Oak reaches the end of the list.

"And rounding out the top sixteen, Yunjin Huh, ranked sixteenth."

She is going to be giving you an earful for sure. You aren’t sure you agree with Yunjin being last, but then again someone has to be last. Being selected at all means she has shown exceptional excellence. Though sometimes she does let her emotions rule her decisions. Several times you have watched her get flustered when it was obvious she was losing. It only made her performance worse.

With all the names called, Professor Oak smiles at the assembled trainers. "These rankings are just the beginning. Over the next six weeks we will tell you who the first round of competitors will be facing off against and over the course of this tournament, you’ll all have the chance to prove your skills. Remember, no ranking is final—the battles ahead will decide who truly stands at the top."

The crowd erupts in applause, excitement buzzing in the air as the tournament officially kicks off. You barely register the cheers, your mind racing with the weight of what’s ahead. You are swarmed by your friends, most of whom are now also your competitors.

“We are going to get drinks at Brock’s!” Jimin says, his arm proudly wrapped around Taehyung’s shoulder. “See you there.”

Jimin, Taehyung, Yunjin, Hiyyih, Yoongi and Chaewon walk off towards the many steps leading into town. They are practically bouncing with their excitement. Namjoon appears beside you with a proud smile playing on his lips.

Namjoon meets your eyes, his familiar smile back in place but tinged with relief. “I knew it,” he says, his voice warm with pride. “I knew you were going to be selected. Congratulations, YN.”

You smile back, your pulse still racing from the reveal to the entire school. “Thanks,” you say, feeling your shoulders loosen as the weight of keeping the secret lifts.

Namjoon shifts, glancing down for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “I’m sorry for acting weird earlier,” he admits softly, his voice filled with honesty. “I guess I’ve just been overthinking. After I told you how I feel, I’ve been more…vulnerable, I guess? And with you being distant this week, it made me jump to conclusions that I messed up or pushed you away.”

Your heart clenches at his words. You’ve been so wrapped up in the tournament, so focused on keeping the secret, that you didn’t realize how much you were unintentionally shutting him out.

You open your mouth to respond, to maybe tell him something about your own feelings, but the words stall in your throat. Instead, you shift the conversation, your curiosity getting the best of you.

“When did you want to tell me? You know, before you kind of…blurted it out.”

Namjoon chuckles softly, his shoulders relaxing a little.

“Honestly? I didn’t have a set moment. I thought maybe after the tournament, once everything calmed down. Then I was thinking two or three weeks from now so you would have time to process it before the tournament starts. But then, I felt like if I didn’t say it then, I’d never get another chance. So it just sort of came out.”

You laugh lightly. “I’m glad you told me. Now come on, let’s catch up with the rest of them.”

Namjoon and you walk together toward Brock’s, the bar that everyone is heading to after the announcement. As you near the bar, the sound of laughter and conversation spills out onto the street, along with the soft strumming of live acoustic music playing from inside. The warm glow of the neon sign above the door reads “Brock’s Tavern” in large, bold letters, and you can already tell the place is packed with students celebrating the reveal of the winter tournament rankings.

Stepping inside, the atmosphere is electric. The lights are low, casting everything in a soft, golden hue. Strings of fairy lights hand across the ceiling, and the brick walls are adorned with pictures of famous trainer battles. The bar itself is polished wood, lined with stools, most of them already taken. People are standing around the high tables and booths, talking animatedly, clinking glasses, and toasting to the upcoming battles.

The scent of fire snacks, pizza, and fresh drinks fills the air, making your mouth water. The place hums with excitement, and it feels like everyone here is celebrating something. Over by the bar, Jimin is laughing loudly, clearly in his element, with Taehyung and Hiyyih engaged in a competitive arm wrestling match, drawing many cheers from those around them.

You and Namjoon make your way through the crowd joining your friends. Hiyyih hands you a drink and you gladly accept. She’s beaming with pride and you can’t help but think she deserves this ranking.

After a while you slip away the group finding yourself drifting towards Yoongi, who is casually against the back wall, sipping a drink. His expression is calm, but his eyes are alert, quietly taking everything in. You notice Yunjin seated nearby, just out of earshot, but her usual lively energy is missing. She’s nursing a drink, her eyes downcast, and you can’t help but wonder if her low ranking is weighing on her more than she’d like to admit. “Third place, huh? Not bad,” he says, his voice low and calm, but there’s a competitive edge to his words.

“Fourth’s not too shabby either,” you reply, matching his tone.

For a moment the two of you remain silent. You can tell he’s holding back from asking something, waiting for you to speak first. “So,” Yoongi finally breaks the silence, his voice low, teasing. “Did you have that little chat with Namjoon?”

You turn, your back stiffening at the question. When did he suddenly go back to rude Yoongi? He’s been oddly nice recently, decent even. Maybe it’s because of the time you’ve spent together in bed but still. Now right after the rankings come out, he’s suddenly cold again. You roll your eyes but don’t meet his gaze. You can’t let him know how confusing this feels right now.

“Why do you care?” you ask with a little more venom than necessary.

He takes a step towards you, his lips curling into that smirk that you both hate and can’t help but notice. It’s a look you’ve seen hundreds of times before, one that pulls you in and drives you mad all at once. Maybe he’s acting this way because he’s had a few too many to drink? “Oh, I don’t know…thought maybe you’d want to share how that went. What’d he say? Something sweet?” His voice drops, mocking, as if he’s already heard every word of the conversation and is just toying with you now.

Your fingers twitch at your side, irritation bubbling up as you finally meet his eyes. His expression is unreadable like he’s trying to gauge your reaction. Or maybe...maybe he’s angry? Upset that you ranked third and he ranked fourth. The idea tugs at your mind, but you brush it aside for now. “Yeah we talked.” you snap back. “What’s it to you?”

Yoongi hums, coming ever closer. Too close. His smirk widens as he peers down at you, eyes dark with that lazy intensity that never fails to make your pulse race. “Just wondering if he gave you everything you needed,” he murmurs, his voice soft, almost intimate. “Or if you’re still looking for something else.”

The words hang in the air, thick with implication, and your heart races, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. Is he jealous? Upset that you ranked higher? Or was this just Yoongi being Yoongi, pushing your buttons like he always does? The thought nags at you, but you force yourself to stay composed.

You step back slightly, lifting your chin with a forced smirk. “You think that’s any of your business?”

Yoongi’s grin widens, his dark eyes locked onto yours as he steps even closer, crowding your space. “I think it’s very much my business. You always come back, don’t you?”

His words hit deeper than you’d like to admit, the truth behind them cutting through your defenses. You always end up here, tangled in whatever this thing is between you two. It’s not soft or simple, it’s sharp, messy, and it pulls you in every time.

Your jaw clenches as you try to stand your ground. “You think too highly of yourself.”

He chuckles, the sound low and knowing, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His touch is light but deliberate, sending a shiver down your spine. “Maybe. But we both know how this goes.”

Your breath catches at his touch, but you force yourself to stay firm, even though your heart is pounding in your chest. “I’m not playing your games, Yoongi.”

His smirk deepens, turning darker, more dangerous. He leans in, his lips just brushing past your ear, and his voice drops to a whisper. “Who said anything about games?”

The words send a jolt through you, and you curse yourself for letting him get this close again. You know you should push him away, but instead, you’re stuck—frozen in the electric pull between you two, your body betraying you.

Yoongi pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his expression unreadable. “You can pretend all you want, but I know you better than anyone.”

Your fists clench at your sides, frustration and something else—something dangerous—bubbling inside you. He always knows how to push your buttons, how to cut through your walls with just a look or a touch. And as much as you hate it, part of you knows he’s right.

“Yoongi—” you start, but your voice comes out sharper than you meant it to, and he cuts you off before you can finish.

“I’m free tonight,” he says, his voice dipping lower, more intimate. “In case you get… lonely.” His eyes flicker down to your lips and then back up, locking onto yours with a look that makes your breath catch.

The air between you feels thick, heavy with unsaid words and unspoken tension. For a second, you’re tempted. You can still feel the ghost of his touch, and part of you wants to fall back into it. But you can’t, you won’t.

“You wish,” you shoot back, defiant.

Yoongi’s smirk only deepens, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Maybe. But I won’t be the one wishing later.”

There’s a long, charged silence between you, the tension crackling like static. Finally, you take a step back, putting some much-needed distance between you. “You’re impossible,” you mutter, shaking your head.

“And you love it,” Yoongi counters easily, his voice smooth as ever.

You don’t respond, just glare at him before turning away, your pulse still racing. You hate how easily he gets under your skin, how he always knows exactly what to say to throw you off balance. But most of all, you hate that part of you doesn’t want him to stop.

As you walk away, you can still feel his eyes on you, his presence lingering even when you’re no longer standing next to him. And no matter how much you tell yourself you’re done with him, you know it’s not that simple. Because no matter what, you always end up right back here, caught in this dangerous, intoxicating pull.

“You good?” Hiyyih asks when you rejoin the group, her brow furrowed in concern.

You force a smile, shaking your head slightly to shake off the lingering tension from your encounter with Yoongi.

“Yeah, just... you know how it is.” You shrug, trying to keep your tone light.

Hiyyih eyes you skeptically, clearly not buying it. “You sure? You seemed a little... intense back there.” She leans closer, lowering her voice. “Was it about the rankings?”

You roll your eyes, feeling a flush of annoyance creeping up your neck. “I really don’t know.” You glance around the group, taking in their chatter and laughter, the familiar comfort of friends. It’s hard to believe how quickly things can shift from playful to complicated.

Hiyyih watches you closely, her expression softening. “Just be careful, okay? You don’t want to get too tangled up in whatever this is. You’ve got enough on your plate.”

You nod, feeling the weight of her words. “I know. I’m trying to keep my focus.”

“Good. Just remember, you have us.” She gestures to the rest of the group, who are still laughing and teasing one another, a comforting backdrop to the chaos swirling in your mind.

“Yeah, thanks,” you say, genuinely grateful. It’s a small relief to have friends who see you through the madness. As the conversation shifts back to lighthearted banter, you force yourself to join in, but your thoughts keep drifting back to Yoongi, to the way he looks at you and how easily he pulls you in. Not wanting to think about these feelings any longer you decide it’s time to leave. “I’m going to head out.”

Hiyyih looks understanding and quickly offers to walk back to the dorm with you.

“It’s okay. I’ll walk with her.” Namjoon says, appearing behind you. You didn’t realize he was so close by.

“Joon, it’s okay I can walk home by myself.” You insist, but he’s not going to take no for an answer.

“I was going to leave soon anyway.” He replies.

With a brief goodbye to the rest of your friends Namjoon and you head into the cool night air. He takes your hand in his large one. It’s peaceful for a few moments before Namjoon speaks up.

“What happened back there?” His voice is soft and careful.

“Yoongi was being weird. He’s been so nice lately then…I guess I should explain what he was asking about.”

“It’s okay. You don’t need to tell me.” He says with a reassuring squeeze of your hand.

You bite your lip before saying the next words. “Well it’s about you.”

“Huh?” Namjoon looks over at you with a questioning look.

“After you confessed to me I sat alone for a while, but then I ended up going to Yoongi’s dorm. He was very…” Your mind fills with images of Yoongi touching you. “understanding. I told him you confessed to me and I didn’t know what to do.”

“He must be jealous that you're spending time with me and that you ranked better than him.” Namjoon muses. You look into his eyes and are glad to see no anger. “You could’ve just talked to me.”

“My head was a mess. Still kind of is.”

He pulls you to a stop and cradles your cheek in his free hand. He pushes your hair away from your face. The dim street lights shining on his face somehow make him look even more dream like.

“That’s okay.” He brings his face closer to yours. Just inches between your lips. Your heart stammers in your chest. “I’m always here for you, YN.”

He backs away with a low laugh and the two of you continue back to your dorm. When you reach the door Namjoon drops your hand but doesn’t make a move to leave.

“Do you want to come inside?”

Namjoon hesitates for a second, glancing at the door before meeting your eyes again. “Are you sure?” he asks softly, his voice carrying a mix of warmth and caution.

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

He returns the smile, and together you step inside, the atmosphere between you two comfortable yet charged with an underlying current of unspoken emotions. As you close the door behind you, the quiet of your room seems to wrap around both of you, offering a sense of privacy and relief from the night’s tension.

Namjoon sits on the edge of your bed, looking around as if taking in the small details of your space. You move to join him, sitting beside him, close but not quite touching. For a moment, neither of you speak. The silence isn’t awkward. It’s the kind of silence that feels safe, like there’s no pressure to fill it with unnecessary words.

Eventually, you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. Namjoon lets out a soft sigh, his arm slipping around your waist, pulling you a little closer. His touch is gentle, comforting, and you relax into him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

“Thank you for walking me home.” You murmur, your voice quiet, almost drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat. Being next to him feels different, softer than what you shared with Yoongi. Namjoon’s presence is grounding, safe.

The two of you scoot to the top of your bed so you are leaning against the headboard. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his fingers tracing slow soothing circles on your side.

“I know part of what is causing this confused, torn feeling is me, but you don’t have to go through it alone. I’m still here for you and I’m not going anywhere.”

You take in Namjoon’s words, feeling the sincerity behind them. His steady presence, the warmth of his body pressed against your, makes you feel secure in a way that surprises you. It’s as if all the chaos and confusion swirling inside your mind calms. You tilt your head slightly, glancing up at him.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Namjoon chuckles softly, his thumb continuing to draw slow circles on your side. “You don’t have to deserve me, YN. I want to be here.” He pauses, searching for the right words. “I know things are complicated with…everything else, but I’m okay with that. You can figure things out at your own pace. Just…let me be here with you while you do.”

His words make your chest tighten in a way that’s both comforting and overwhelming. He’s giving you space, but at the same time, he’s offering to stay by your side. It’s not something you’re used to.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “You’re too good for me,” you say, half joking, but there’s a part of you that believes it.

Namjoon’s arm tightens around you just a little. “I think you’re selling yourself short.” he replies, his voice soft and reassuring.

The room falls into a comfortable silence, only broken by the sound of steady breathing. For a while the two of you lie there. Your head rested against his chest listening to the beat of his heart. His hand strokes the back of your hair.

Several minutes later his heart starts beating quickly and you tilt your head to look into his eyes.

“Are you nervous?” You say, and when he gives you a confused look you continue, “What were you thinking about?”

Namjoon covers his face with both hands, obviously embarrassed by whatever he was thinking about. You move to pull his hands away and when you are successful you see a beautiful blush painting his cheeks.

“I was thinking about kissing you.”

Your own heart races and before you can think better of it you reply, “Why don’t you do it?”

“Are you sure?”

“Please kiss me.” You say, letting your hand rest on the curve of his jaw. His hand moves back down to your waist. “Maybe it’ll help me work through some things.”

“O-okay.”

Namjoon’s eyes flicker with a mixture of uncertainty and longing as he leans in slowly, giving you ample time to change your mind. But you don’t want to, in fact you feel a pull toward him, something soft and magnetic. His lips brush against yours, hesitant at first, as if he’s afraid of moving too quickly. The kiss is gentle, a slow, careful exploration, his warmth enveloping you as he lingers there.

His hand moves from your waist to cradle the back of your neck, his fingers slipping through your hair as he deepens the kiss ever so slightly. It’s not rushed. It’s tender, as if he’s trying to tell you something with every soft movement of his lips, something beyond words. You respond in kind, your hand tracing along his jaw, feeling the light stubble beneath your fingers as you tilt your head to meet him more fully.

Namjoon pulls away for a brief moment, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. His thumb brushes against your cheek, his gaze filled with something so soft and full of care that it makes your heart swell. “You okay?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, feeling breathless but in the best way possible. “Yeah,” you reply softly, leaning back in before you lose your courage. “I’m more than okay.”

The second kiss is more assured, his lips pressing against yours with a bit more confidence, and you feel yourself melting into him. His hand slides from your neck down to your waist, pulling you closer until there is no space left between you. The warmth of his body seeps into your, grounding you, anchoring you in this moment.

You shift slightly, your fingers tangling in his hair as he adjusts his position, gently guiding you onto your back. He hovers over you, his weight comforting rather than overwhelming, his lips never leaving yours for more than a second as he kisses you again and again, each one sending sparks of warmth through your body.

It’s slow, careful—everything about this moment is soft, like he’s savoring every second with you, like he’s making sure you’re okay at every step. His kisses trail from your lips to the corner of your mouth, down to your jaw, and then back up again, always returning to your lips, as if they’re home.

Namjoon shifts back onto his side pulling you close again. You gasp softly when his hand slips under your shirt, his palm resting on the small of your back, the heat from his touch is making your skin tingle. But he doesn’t push any further, his movements always measured, asking silently if this is okay. And it is. It more than is.

Namjoon’s lips meet yours once more, his kiss deepening in intensity but still retaining the same gentleness. It’s like he’s memorizing every touch, every sigh that escapes your lips. His fingers press softly into your back, holding you closer as you both sink deeper into the kiss. The weight of him above you feels comforting, safe and you find yourself completely wrapped up in him and his warmth, his touch, and his quiet breaths against your skins.

Your hands travel up his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt as you move your fingers slowly, tracing the lines of his body like you’re learning him for the first time. Which you suppose, you are. Namjoon responds with a quiet, almost inaudible groan, his lips parting slightly as he kisses you more eagerly now. His tongue grazes against yours, sending a shiver down your spine, and you can feel his hesitation slipping away, replaced by the need to be closer to you.

His hand slides up your side, beneath the fabric of your shirt, but again, he never rushes. His touch is soft, his fingers barely grazing your skin as he pauses, giving you space to let him know if it’s too much.

You tilt your head slightly, breaking the kiss just enough to catch your breath, your eyes meeting his. Namjoon’s gaze is intense, filled with a mix of longing and something deeper, something like admiration. His thumb brushes across your lips, his breathing uneven as he looks down at you.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion, but still so soft, so full of care.

“It’s not,” you reply, your voice just as breathless. You guide his hand a little higher, encouraging him to explore, to keep going, because this feels right.

Namjoon lets out a shaky breath, his fingers moving slowly up your side, brushing over your ribs before finally resting just beneath your chest. He’s still so careful, so considerate, as if he’s afraid of breaking this fragile moment. But the heat between you both is growing, and you can feel his heartbeat racing just as fast as yours.

He leans in again, capturing your lips in another kiss, this one a little more desperate, a little more hungry, like he’s finally letting himself give in to the feelings he’s been holding back. You respond eagerly, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between you again. His lips move down to your neck, pressing soft, open mouth kisses along your skin, and you can’t help the quiet gasp that escapes you.

“Namjoon,” you breathe, your fingertips tightening in his hair as he continues his slow exploration of your body. The sound of his name on your lips seems to spur him on, his kisses becoming more fervent, more insistent, but never losing that underlying tenderness.

Namjoon’s lips linger on yours for just a moment longer before he pulls back, breathing heavily. He scoots his bottom half away from your embrace and you already know what he’s about to say. His forehead still rests against yours, but there’s a tension in his body now that wasn’t there before. His eyes, dark with desire, search yours as if weighing something deeply.

“YN,” he murmurs, his voice husky yet filled with restraint.“If we keep going…I’m going to get too excited, and I don’t want to rush anything.” He’s being honest, his cheeks flushed slightly as he pulls back just enough to give both of you space. “I want you to be more sure of your feelings before we do more.”

Namjoon’s words hang in the air between you, his voice gentle but filled with a weight that makes your heart tighten. His forehead presses softly against yours, and you can feel the heat of his skin, the way his breath catches as he tries to calm himself down.

“I want this to feel right for both of us,” he continues, his voice quieter now, almost like he’s speaking more to himself than to you. “I care about you too much to…rush things.” His thumb brushes against your side in slow, soothing circles, grounding you both in the moment.

You take a deep breath, your hands resting on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. He’s being so careful, so considerate, and it only makes your feelings for him grow stronger. The tenderness in his actions, the way he’s willing to hold back mostly for your sake, even though you can feel the desire burning between you both—it makes you realize just how special this is.

“I understand,” you whisper, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. It’s a gentle, reassuring gesture, one that tells him you’re okay with the pace he’s setting, that you appreciate the space he’s giving you to sort through your emotions. Even when you want to do so much more with him. “Thank you for being so patient with me.”

Namjoon smiles, his expression softening as he leans into the kiss for just a moment before pulling away. “You’re worth it,” he says simply, his voice filled with so much sincerity it makes your chest tighten.

With a quiet sigh, you both settle back into the comfortable embrace you’d shared before, the heat between you calming as you rest your head on his chest once again. His arm wraps around you, holding you close, while his other hand continues to stroke slow, soothing patterns along your side. The earlier tension has eased, replaced by a quiet, content feeling.

For a long while, neither of you speaks. The room is filled with the quiet sounds of your breathing, the steady thump of Namjoon’s heartbeat beneath your ear, and the soft rustling of fabric as you shift slightly to get more comfortable. You can feel the exhaustion from the day catching up with you, the warmth of his body against yours lulling you into a peaceful state of relaxation. The minutes tick by, and slowly, your eyes begin to drift shut. The weight of sleep tugs at you, and soon enough, you feel yourself slipping into a peaceful slumber, still wrapped in Namjoon’s embrace. His breathing grows slower, more even, and before long, you can tell he’s fallen asleep too.

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In the morning you wake slowly, blinking against the soft light filtering through the curtains. For a moment everything seems perfect, the lingering warmth, and the faint scent of Namjoon’s cologne on your sheets, but as your eyes adjust, you realize the space beside you is empty. The spot where Namjoon had been holding you all night is cold now.

#route 613 #route 613 chapter 10 #bts fanfic #Kim namjoon #min yoongi #Yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #raes fics #pokemon au #pokemon crossover #bangtan

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steddieficrecs · 2 years ago

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Best of Steddie

4/?

previous / next

all i need from you (is all your love) by wearing_tearing

"So will you pretend to be my boyfriend for a while?" Steve rushes out to ask, words tumbling out of his mouth.

"Steve," Eddie says, "it would be an honor."

Fake Dating | Fluff

Lovesick in Loch Nora by red0aktree

Even though Eddie's name has been cleared legally, he's still very much on trial in the court of public opinion. Dealing drugs isn't a lucrative occupation anymore, and getting a legitimate job in a town who still considers him a killer isn't much of an option, either. Eddie is beginning to think skipping town and starting over somewhere no one knows his name is the only chance he has left. Steve has another idea.

AKA: Steve gets Eddie a job as an anonymous columnist at a local newspaper.

Slow Burn | Getting Together

Doing Nothing With You by red0aktree

Steve and Robin get a two bedroom in Hawkins. It's perfect, except for all the ways it isn't. Drafty windows, clogged drains, shitty landlord. But it's got a couch. A couch that's often occupied by Eddie Munson. Home isn't really the kind of thing Eddie has much of anymore, ever since his trailer became the primary source for all his nightmares. Luckily, he knows of a semi-comfortable couch where he's always welcome.

Despite all it's problem, the house has perks. Primarily, it's somewhere Steve can actually call home. Secondarily, it's somewhere he can share with the people he loves.

AKA: The fruity four live in a convoluted roommate situation, and romance happens along the way.

Domestic Fluff | Living Together

a map of everyone who loves you by phonemicengineer

Soul flowers aren’t a ticket to true love, he knows that well enough, but they do mean importance, significance, permanence. And so far no one has ever loved Steve significantly or permanently enough to leave some. Maybe that means he’s broken. Maybe that’s why he can’t leave any for her.

So Steve lets Jonathan take Nancy home that night, and tries not to feel too bitter about the matching bracelet of roses on Jonathan’s hand.

Soul Marks | One Shot

A quiet I keep on keeping by ethereal_queer

Robin Buckley is a lesbian.

And Eddie Munson is gay.

And they’re dating.

Well, at least to the outside world.

And to a very, (very) confused Steve.

“I told Steve Harrington you’re my boyfriend.” Through the receiver. Alien words through plastic. He wants to laugh, really he does, but all he can manage is a bit of stunned silence until

“Why the hell would you do that?” With no malice. Not even really a tone to his voice other than curiosity. He of all people shouldn’t really have to ask, because he already knew the answer. He was a liar too.

“I panicked” she says, a shuffling on the other end. “He was getting all… mushy, saying stuff about feelings..”

“For you?”

“I know, right, can you believe it?

“You don’t think you could have told him the truth?” He asks, and there’s silence beneath the static. “Seems like you two are real close.”

And she sighs, and she lets out a noise of frustration that Eddie knows all too well, when you want to tell someone something, need to, and you can’t. You just can’t.

Because it’s Hawkins Indiana and sometimes you have to keep your mouth shut just to stay safe.

Fake Dating | Getting Together

#steddie #steddie fic recs #best of steddie #fake dating #fluff #slow burn #getting together #domestic fluff #living together #soul marks

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marvel-stories33 · 2 years ago

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Family time - Bucky x f!reader

Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Summary: Y/N doesn’t have the best relationship with her parents. She tries to make it better and decides to have lunch with and brings Bucky along.

Warnings: Shitty family members. Angst and fluff.

Author’s note: Hello! I hope you are having a nice Friday. I decided to change a bit and write some angst. I hope you like it and have a nice weekend.

P.D: Sorry for any grammar errors. English is not my first language

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You love your family, you liked to spend time with them. They were all nice, most of the time. Well, sometimes. You’ve always had a weird relationship with them. You were their only child, and they’ve always cared for you, and they’ve always protected you. But they took it too far most of the time. In their way to protect you, they always brought you down. Also they came from a really conservative background, so anything you did was good in their eyes.

As much as you loved them, you’ve moved out at the first opportunity you’ve got, getting two jobs to be able to pay rent. Eventually, you’ve ended working for Stark Industries, where you had met Bucky.

At first, you tried to maintain a good relationship with your parents, but at the end you’ve had to cut ties with them. Only seeing them on especial occasions, just like this one. It had been almost a year since you had seen your family, but today it was your grandad’s 90th birthday and you wanted to be there.

Knowing the kind of relationship you had with your parents, Bucky had insisted on coming with you. You’ve insisted that you could do this alone, Bucky knew that, but he wanted to be there to support you.

Now, both of you were in the car on their way to their house. Bucky was driving fully concentrated on the road. On the other hand you were on the passengers seat fidgeting nervously with your fingers. You were so focused on your fingers, that you were surprised by Bucky’s hand on yours.

“Honey, it’s going to be okay, nothing bad is gonna happen” Bucky said, giving my hand a squeeze.

“How do you know that?” I responded, maybe a little too harsh, but I was getting more nervous the closer we were to parents house.

Seeing my distress and giving that we were in a really deserted road, Bucky decided to stop the car on the side of the road.

“Doll” I stared at my hands on my lap. “Look at me please” Bucky said, when I didn’t respond, Bucky grabbed my face softly guiding towards his. “Everything is going to be fine, just focused on your grandpa’s birthday. And If you want to go back to the tower, I can always turn the car around and go back. We can do whatever you decide, and it will be okay”

I thought for a bit, a part of me wanted to just ran away with Bucky and stay there in his arms. But another part of me wanted to see my grandpa and had hope that my family was gonna behave.

“No, I want to go.” I breathed. “Everything is going to be okay, my family is going to behave. I hope so”

Bucky kissed my temple.

“I’ll be there all the time, holding your hand” He looked at me straight in the eyes.

“Thanks Buck, I love you”

“Love you too, Y/N” He said kissing my lips.

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We made it to my parents house. Bucky parked in the front yard and turned to me.

“Ready when you are” Said Bucky

I looked at the house and then at Bucky. I grabbed his hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Okay” I breathed. “I’m ready”

I pulled his hands and got out of the car.

Bucky and I walked to the front of my house, we ringed at the door, and waited nervously. Suddenly my mom opened the door, I have called beforehand to let them know I was going. Even that my mom seemed surprise to see me.

“Y/N” She hugged me, I tensed up when I felt her arms engulf me. When we parted she looked at Bucky. “And whose this?” She said looking at him up and down.

“Hello Ms. Y/SN, my name is James I’m Y/N’s boyfriend” Said Bucky giving her a smile.

“O my gosh, really?” My mom answered, not happy about it.

We stayed there in silence for a few minutes, my mom processing the news.

“Well let’s come in” Said my mom gesturing for us to enter.

We entered the house, my family was gathered together around the table. I went to say hi to my grandpa and introduced Bucky. My grandpa loved him, and they talked for a bit. When it came to have lunch I sited next to Bucky with my mom on my left. She had been quite for in time that we had been socializing, just giving me and Bucky weird looks from time to time. But she was being nice, so I had hope that the lunchtime was going to be good.

“So, how did the two of you met?” My dad asked me, signaling Bucky. He had been eyeing Bucky all the time, not fully trusting Bucky.

“Well… I a few years ago I started working at Stark Industries a-“ I started

“What? Bullshit! I’m sure you worked there as a cleaner” One of my cousins answered and most of my family laughed.

“Actually Y/N works on Tony Stark’s tech team, designing some of armors defenses and tech” Bucky interrupted with a fake smile, obviously annoyed with my family’s commentary.

Everyone stayed silent, when my grandpa interrupted.

“Congratulations, sweetie, I’m so proud of you. Continue with the story please” Said my grandpa, giving me the courage to speak again.

“So one day I was working on a new design for Bucky’s metal arm. So we had to spend a lot of time together and one thing let to another, and one day he asked on a date-“ I answered

“And she said yes. And made me the happiest man ever” Bucky interrupted me, giving me a warm smile.

“Awww that’s so sweet” Said my mom with a fake smile. “Honestly, we never thought that Y/N was going to get a partner” Your smile dropped with your moms comment.

Bucky, noticing my stress grabbed my hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. He was about to say something when I decided to stand up for myself.

“Why did you say that mom?” I asked my mom. My mom was taken back by my sudden outburst of emotions.

“Well… I mean… Because look at you, I’m not saying you’re not special. I mean you are my daughter. I just didn’t see it in you, if you know what I mean” Said my mom.

I got quite for a bit thinking what to do next, I gathered all my courage, took Bucky’s hand and rose up from my seat.

“Come on Bucky, let’s go. I’m sorry Grandpa, Happy Birthday!” Bucky followed after me with a satisfied smile.

“Y/N, you don’t get to leave - “ Said my mom, following us behind.

“Yes I do, and it’s you who doesn’t have the right to treat me the way you have treated me all my life! “ I screamed at my mom “I tried mom, I tried to come here and have the party in peace, but it’s clear that you don’t want us here. So thank you for everything, but we are leaving” I said.

My mom , or once, was speechless. Bucky and I got out of the house, and got in the car. Once inside, I broke into tears. Bucky’s arms surrounded me, reminding me that he was there.

“You did so good, doll.” Said Bucky “ Everything is going to be okay”

“I didn’t want to end the party like this. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have had reacted that way”

“No doll, you reacted the best way possible. It’s them that don’t deserve you and don’t get to treat you the way they do.” Bucky paused “You deserve the world. You are an amazing person, who has accomplished a lot. And if they cannot see that, well, it’s their loss. They don’t deserve you”

He wiped my tears with his thumb.

“I love you a lot, doll. And I’ll be always be there for you”

“Thank you, Buck. I love you too” I said still sobbing.

“Now let’s get out of here” He said while starting the car “ As we haven’t eaten dessert. How about we stop for an ice cream?”

I smiled at Bucky with adoration in my eyes. Everything was going to be okay with Bucky by my side.

#bucky x reader #angst/fluff #hurt/comfort #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky fic #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #steve rogers #avengers fic #mcu #stark industries #oneshot #fanfic #fandom

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Client No 5 chapters 21 & 22

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Chapter 21

“Too tired from fucking other men to talk to your boyfriend?” The sneer was unmistakable now. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

Literally every single thing about this relationship has been nothing but a mistake.

“Unlike you, I have the ability to detach emotionally during sex.”

That’s not something to brag about, honey.

Yes, I’m on Ally’s side in this because Scott’s being shitty. But at the same time… what a weird hill to choose.

“Like what, Ally? It’s a pretty big fucking elephant staring us in the face, waving its trunk around under my nose.”

AN ELEPHANT THAT YOU SAID YOU WERE OKAY WITH. YOU DON’T SUDDENLY GET TO CHANGE YOUR MIND AND START TRYING TO CONTROL HER NOW THAT YOUR HOLIDAY IS OVER.

“I’m sorry, Ally, but I’m not going through another night like tonight. If you’re not going to stop working, then I can’t do this.”

There. He’d said it. We’d both been thinking it, but I hadn’t been brave enough to say it out loud. We were over.

“Fine. Then I guess we’re done.”

Since we had to be subjected to this shitty relationship, them breaking up is the best thing to happen so far.

“I love you, Ally.”

My head snapped up and glared at him. That wasn’t part of the deal. I wanted to feel needed, desired. I needed to fuck my loneliness and inadequacy away. I’d never wanted love.

“Don’t!” I warned.

“I’m trying to help you,” he murmured between grunts. “Plain old fucking isn’t going to heal you.”

And he thinks that her pimp confessing his love for her is somehow going to make things better?

With the small piece of technical freedom in my pocket, I walked home and let myself inside. Walking in the crisp air had really cleared my mind and I knew what I had to do.

Chapter 21 summary: When Ally gets home, she finally answers her phone. Scott had been calling non-stop the entire 4 hours that she’d been gone; guess he doesn’t know how to take a hint.

Anyway, they get into a huge fight that eventually ends with him demanding that she stop working. And obviously since she refuses to do that (which was pretty much the only clause that she had in the relationship), he says that this is the end of their relationship. She hangs up, but when he calls back a second later, she chucks it at the wall.

She storms out and goes over to Todd’s apartment. (There’s a random aside about how he hasn’t seen Zach since finding out what Todd and Ally do for a living, but that’s so quickly forgotten about. Plus, Zach hasn’t been thought of since the incident that even I forgot about it.) Then they start to fuck. Todd tells Ally that he loves her, but it doesn’t exactly make things better.

After Ally finishes, she walks back home. And as she’s going, she thinks about how shitty her life is. Yes, she did choose to be an escort, but it was mainly done after a guy cheated on her. And she’s mainly tired of being broken.

Chapter 22

“No! This isn’t about Scott. It’s about me. I’m not happy with my life, Jamie. I thought I could fuck my problems away, but it never works. I’m sick of using Todd as my crutch, he deserves better than that, and so do I.”

I have to give this book some credit: at least she’s not changing herself because of a guy. The desire to change actually came from within.

“You know I’m here to help when you need me. But the way you deal with your pain isn’t good for you. Maybe you should see a therapist or something.”

That’s rich coming from the guy who encouraged her to become an escort, and then became her pimp.

I didn’t need a man. I was creating a new life all on my own. But that didn’t stop me from missing him.

Chapter 22 summary: The next morning, Jamie comes out to find Ally packing up her things and reading through the housing section of the paper. The two of them get into a little fight about Ally’s sudden desire to find greener pastures. Despite Ally’s insistence that she’s doing this for herself, Jamie thinks Scott has something to do with this.

She calls Zach on a new phone, and then goes to see Todd. He’s kind of upset over his “best girl” leaving him in the lurch, but eventually realises that it’s not like she woke up and said “I don’t want to be an escort anymore!” Her psyche is damaged beyond repair, to the point where Todd even pointed out that she should see a therapist. He hugs her and wishes her the best of luck.

She meets up with her brother later at a restaurant. They don’t really talk about what happened when he’d confronted her. But she says that she’s decided to stop being an escort for her own mental health, and is trying to break away from everything. But in order to do that, she needs a new place. He’s been living with their mom, so the two of them decide to move in together.

As they finish loading up a moving van, Amy is there and hugs Ally goodbye. Zach is weird around Amy, which makes Ally ask exactly why he’s so weird. He finally confesses that he’d hired an escort, and it happened to be Amy. Whom he’d previously met at a party earlier in the book. Amy told him everything, which is how he found out about Todd and Ally. Ally calls him out on his hypocrisy, since he hired an escort for sex, yet was angry at Todd and Ally for being professional escorts.

A while later, Ally goes to the gym to cancel her membership, since she doesn’t have a job anymore. The guy there says that if she’s looking for work, he’s looking for new gym employees since half of his team jumped ship to a new branch gym in Philly recently. Ally could start off by being an assistant and cleaning stuff while she undergoes her trainer certification. Ally jumps at the chance, with the idea that she could build a career from this.

#Client No. 5 #chapter 21 #Chapter 22 #Ally (Client No 5)#Scott Walker #finally some good fucking news #shitty men are shitty #Todd (Client No 5)#Zach (Client No 5)#Amy (Client No 5)

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The blonde nodded her head in agreement. Even though her opinion of men had shifted since dancing for them, she wasn't going to say that they were all terrible. Most of the guys that came to the club were lonely and wanted the company of a woman. Others were there with their wedding rings in their pockets and those were the ones that she respected a little less. Especially if their wives were at home trying to take care of the house and their children. She'd come to the consensus that there was just some shitty people in this world and no one was really innocent or all good. It didn't exist. They were all tainted in some way or another. She couldn't dance for married men and refuse to take on some of the blame. At the mention of it being too late, she let her gaze move from the cherry of her cigarette back towards him. "You ever think that your presence puts people in danger or somehow makes shit complicated for them?" It wasn't a random question she'd pulled out of her ass but all due to finding out that her ex boyfriend had dumped her because of how dangerous the club was. Who better to ask than the club president. Not that she felt he'd provide some insightful comment that would bring her clarify. She was merely curious of his own opinion on the matter. Whether he felt people involved with him knew what they were getting themselves into or perhaps he brought people in that he knew he'd be able to protect. The last thing she expected from this conversation in the dark, sticky back alley was for him to provide a bit of insight into who and where he came from. The blonde took a drag and remained quiet as she digested the information that he'd just let her in on. It didn't change her opinion of him because she felt there was nothing wrong with being a dancer. It provided her more insight on why he was here and so adamant on protecting the dancers from those who might not have the best intentions. "She'd be proud of you for that." The blonde mumbled and not because she felt like she had to but because what mother wouldn't be proud of that. Their son ensuring that other people are safer in their workplace. There was a slight quirk of her lips because she didn't think there was any selfishness to it because he had a lot of other things he could be doing outside of watching men drool over half naked girls who only had interest in what were in their wallets. "You're kind of a surprise, you know." The end of her cigarette was thrown to the ground and crushed with the toe of her heel. It didn't mean she was automatically convinced that the likes of Cole Monroe was a saint and selfless man. Just not as horrible a being as she thought. The blonde pulled her jacket tighter even if it did little to shield her from the night sky and the fact that her bare legs weren't covered at all didn't help. Her lips quirked up in a bit of an amused grin. Never had she thought she'd be out here and having someone as high up in the club trying to protect her when someone who had meant to care for her had done a bit of the opposite. "I appreciate that but I know what comes with the club." Perhaps not that much but with the tales her father had told her and the fact that she was kind of shoved as far from it as possible, she could only suspect what could happen if things went south. "I'm protected because I'm on the same side. I know the tale would be a lot different if you ever suspected that I was going against you." Whether it was by them thinking she had information she could give to the wrong people or if she got close for bad reasons. It would likely end bad for her and she didn't want trouble. "The protection often comes with a price, I suspect." The blonde leaned her head back against the brick and looked him over, gaze narrowed slightly. It was hard to tell if it was genuine or he'd come back and ask for a favor in return when he figured that she had something that could suit him. "Is there a catch or but after that?"Abby asked skeptically. The reasoning was nice but it was a lot to do and protect and she didn't know if she fully bought it.

“The list would be pretty short, that’s for sure,” he agreed, chuckling softly even though there wasn’t any humor to be found in the topic. Cole was no fool, he knew just how awful men could be, and that was partly why he’d asked Nate if he could help out with security. He wanted to stop them in their tracks and prevent them from infecting the safe space Nate was trying to create at The Raven. It was the sort of protection his mother had deserved, but had never gotten. Naturally, Cole wanted to change that and he was grateful to Nate for allowing him the chance to try. Selflessness. The word echoed in the space around them as Abby spoke. Was that it? Maybe, in some ways. But Cole knew it ran far deeper. “Ya sound disappointed,” he commented back, lifting a brow, though his usual, half-smile followed closely behind. It faded soon after hearing her justification, though, “Ya could argue that, sure. I’m a little bit too far gone for that though.” For trying to make up for all the bad he’d done. There was far too much. The blood on his hands could coat main street in red, and so making up for it in any sort of way felt like a long shot. So why try? “My mother was a dancer,” Cole divulged, shifting a bit uncomfortably because this wasn’t something he ordinarily talked about. “Don’t think she got much support or protection– guess I’m just tryna make sure none of y’all ever go through the same shit she did.” He didn’t know how Abby would take that, but it was the truth. Diana had been put through so many unspeakable things and Cole couldn’t rest at night knowing that other women were put through anything even remotely similar. “Not sure if that’s selflessness or what, but…that’s part of why I’m here,” he finished, offering up a shrug as she inhaled another long, steadying drag from his cigarette. Hearing that Abby thought she wasn’t worth the trouble had his shoulders slumping a moment later, “Yeah, ya are.” Of course she was. Cole believed that beyond any shadow of doubt. “No need to thank me,” he murmured, brushing off her thank you. That wasn’t why he did what he did, and it never had been. “Just…know I’m here, a’right? I can deal with a lot of shit, but that?” Cole shook his head, dusting the ash off the end of his cigarette, “Never.” It probably wasn’t something Abby knew about him. They’d been so disconnected due to her distaste for the club, and he didn’t fault her for that, but Cole had lost five years of his life behind bars because he hadn’t been able to stand against violence towards women. He never would. “Ya ain’t got any reason to like me, and I get that– but when it comes keepin’ ya safe, just know that offer extends outside of here,” Cole continued, shrugging his shoulders, though he hoped his tone was sincere enough, “Woulda wanted that for my mother, so I’m offerin’ it to you. Sound fair?”

#cole — threads.

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rere-the-writer · 2 years ago

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Warnings: Angst, bad boyfriend Damon, talks of human trafficking, mob activities Overly protective Reader, Elijah falling at first sight

Summary: Elena is dating a new guy and you don't like where it is going. Until you have to rescue her.

Title: Dark days even darker nights

Pairings: Mobboss!Elijah M. x Dancer!Black!Reader

Rain poured as you stood at the back door of the club you danced at smoking a cigarette listening to Elena talk about her new boyfriend. You wanted her to stay away from the Salvatore brothers since they were mobsters. You knew the dangers of being around the mob and it didn't help there was another family in the area, The Mikaelson family.

You lived in the middle part of the city that was known as dead man's city between both the Salvatore and the Mikaelsons territory. It was called dead man's city because both mob families fought over who got what.

"Damon is so sweet. He bought me new heels." Elena said gushing over Damon and you rolled your eyes annoyed with how Elena gushed over the mobster. You thought Elena was being an idiot by 'dating' Damon Salvatore. You didn't see it as dating more like Damon needed something to fuck which left your naive friend.

"Y/N, Damon says we could dance in his club." Elena said getting your attention right away looking at her like she was crazy.

"Are you insane!? Do you not see how much of a bad idea that is?!" You said putting out your cigarette looking at Elena who blinked. The young woman couldn't understand why you were angry with her as she thought it would be good for you both.

"Damon will take good care of us." Elena tells you watching you groan into your hands. You were trying hard to not yell at Elena but the girl was making it hard not too.

You lived long enough to know a dancer should never dance in a mob own club. While you hated dancing in a shitty club you did now, it wasn't own by a mobster just pervy 50 year old man that got hands on with a few of the girls.

"Yeah right. Look Elena the Salvatore are at war with the Mikaelsons. Dancing at the Salvatore club is just putting a bigger target on your back."

"But Y/N it is better than dancing in this shithole." Elena said staring at you and you looked at her. Elena was watching you hoping you'll agree but you couldn't.

"No Elena. Look dance there if you want but I won't." You tell her heading back inside leaving Elena alone before she walk back inside too.

You now regretted not taking up Elena's offer and maybe you could have protected her better than Damon. You had spent the last hour yelling at Stefan and Damon for them to tell you where your best friend was. Since you hadn't seen Elena in weeks and Caroline, the sweet baker not far from the Salvatore club, hadn't seen her also.

You learned that the Mikaelsons had Elena, Snow fell as you stood outside of the Mikaelsons' club and the thin coat you had on barely did anything to keep you warm. But you blocked it out since you were on a mission to save Elena since Damon was doing jack all to get her back.

You stepped inside surprised how nice it looked, girls fully clothed, clean floors and stage. There was a guy that took your coat raising an eyebrow seeing your short black dress that showed off your assets. You had gone to the Salvatores straight from work and hadn't changed as all you could think about was saving Elena. You looked at the stage surprised to see Bonnie there singing some smooth jazz.

"Amazing isn't she?" You jumped hearing the bartender speak to you. You read the name, Camille, you looked her over noting she seemed a little too gorgeous to be working as a bartender in the Mikaelsons' club.

"Yeah, I am a friend of her's. But I am here to speak to your boss." You said looking at Camille who was surprised to see the anger in your eyes. Camille thought you were an angry ex of the brothers and pointed up to the stairs to a door.

"I'll let the guard know you are coming up." Camille said wishing the guys good luck because you looked pissed. You marched up to the office not scared. Once there you were even more angry seeing Elena in some short dress.

"Y/N?!" Elena squeaked out nearly dropping the glass of bourbon while the man behind the desk raised an eyebrow. You glared at him seeing it was Elijah Mikaelson, the big man hisself.

"Elena, sweetheart, do you know this woman?" Elijah asked the young woman looking you over stopping at your bronze thighs before looking up at your face.

"Ye....yes this is Y/N L/N....my best friend and mentor." Elena said clearly scared of the fact that you were there. Elijah had been a gentleman to Elena since Klaus took her to get Damon to pay his debt. Elena had been under Elijah's watchful eye until you had heard of what happen.

"Need something Miss L/N?" Elijah asked taking off his reading glasses looking at you as you walked up to his desk glaring darkening.

"Yes! Let Elena go. She shouldn't be apart of your pissing contest with the Salvatore." You tell Elijah who smirked at you taking a liking to you right away. Oh a woman after his own heart. The stories of you that Elena told him did you no justice, you reminded Elijah of a wildfire that couldn't be tamed.

"I apologize Miss but I can't just simply let Miss Gilbert go." Elijah said watching you and Elena let out a panicked yelp when you grabbed a letter opener pressing against Elijah's thoat. You were pissed off since you had came all this way to get Elena out of her mess but some mob boss was telling you no.

"I wasn't asking. I am taking Elena and we are lea...." You were cut off and the wind knocked out of you. Elijah had pinned you down against his desk, your arms pinned above your head and him standing between your legs.

"Doll, you are in no position to demand things from me. Damon has a debt to pay and gave up Miss Gilbert as payment." Elijah tells you shocking Elena while you glared harder.

"Damon wouldn't do that...." Elena said softly clearly hurt by the words. Elijah flet a little bad while you tried to pull your arms free.

"I thought the Mikaelsons don't do human trafficking? Or force women to work for you. Guess you are no different from the others." You said moving a leg to try and push Elijah off. You froze feeling Elijah brush your curls from your face.

"We don't but doll, I'm willing to make a deal." Elijah tells you smirking finding your harsh glare cute.

"What kind of deal?" You asked feeling Elijah's other hand touch your leg making your jump.

"Take her place doll. I'll give until morning to pack what you need then come back here." Elijah says watching you closely, your auburn eyes burning with anger while Elena looked at you.

"Y/N....don't. You don't nee...." "I'll do it." You cut Elena off and Elijah smirked pulling away from you. You got off of Elijah's desk and grabbed Elena walking out of the club. Elijah was amused and grabbed his phone to call Klaus.

The next afternoon you sat in your apartment annoyed with the mess that you tried to get Elena out of. After what happen last night, you decided to stay in your apartment. Your curls freshly washed under a silk scarf and had a large glass of wine.

You had turned off your phone to give yourself time to think since you now were stuck with the city's most powerful mob boss all to protect Elena. There was a knock on your and you wrapped your slik robe around your body.

"I thought I made myself clear doll." Elijah said stepping into your apartment while two body guard stood outside and you glared at him. Elijah looked around your apartment finding it cozy, small but cozy.

"Right. Look I have my own life! I just can't up and leave because you say so." You tell Elijah pushing pass the man grabbing your wine. Elijah licked his lip looking at your bronze legs before looking at your face when you turned.

"How did you even know where I live?"

"Miss Gilbert told my sister who told me." Elijah answered taking off his coat and scarf hanging them up on your coat rack. You stopped breathing looking at Elijah who looked dangerously handsome in his three piece suit.

"Look I am not moving out of my apartment bec...." You were cut off when Elijah caged you against a wall smirking down at you. Elijah cupped your cheek really enjoying the feel of your soft skin leaning down to your ear.

"Doll, I wasn't asking. You now belong to me no...." It was your turn to cut off Elijah off when you pushed him away but Elijah just pulled you back against him.

You both ended up falling onto your couch due to your struggle. You layed under Elijah, your silk scarf had slipped off and you your robe fell open showing off your lacy nightgown.

"Get off." You growled but stopped gasping as your hands flew up gripping Elijah's shoulders when he moved his hips just right. Elijah smirked moving down caging you under him seeing your flushing cheeks and eyes hazing over.

"Do you really want me to doll?" Elijah teased moving to claim your mouth with his but you pushed him off glaring at him. Elijah was bothered by your glares and just finding you more attractive as he got up.

"Keep your home, doll but you still belong to me. Please keep that in mind." Elijah says moving to kiss your cheek but you duck out of the way. You got up annoyed with Elijah pushing your curls from your face.

"Find! Whatever just get out." You said as Elijah stood up walking passed you. But was unaware just how much you were going to see of Elijah.

#rere's stories #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson fluff #elijah x reader #the originals x reader #the originals imagines #the vampire diaries x reader

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years ago

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Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”

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