#daniel is the only one who elicits that reaction from him

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hi, hope you're alright. I came up with a story idea: the reader is married to Gasly's/Daniel's close friend but their marriage is hanging by a thread. The driver invites her to a few races so she can change the environment, they spend some time together and unexpectedly become lovers. And maybe later her husband is trying to fix their marriage but she and the driver can't stop thinking about each other

His Best Man || DR3

A/N: I took some creative liberties with the plot but I think it does this request justice 💕 ps: never condone cheating, it's horrible and this is purely fictional

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, alcohol, cheating, smut WC: 7.6k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Daniel’s Reaction

Dinner with James was a quiet affair, though it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Why would your anniversary be any different when his indifference was the only constant at this point?

You watched as he smiled at his phone, something you hadn’t been able to elicit from him in months, before he locked the device and placed it facedown on the table. The sigh that wanted to exhale from your flared nostrils barely remained silent as you focused on shifting the food around your plate, your appetite gone like the connection to your husband. 

“Daniel sent us some passes to the race in Melbourne next month. I thought we could go, make a little holiday out of it?” 

There was no excitement in your tone, it was more a question borne out of politeness because he would have seen the paddock passes sitting on the kitchen side if he ever looked away from his phone. The blasted device vibrated again and his fork clattered on his plate in his rush to read the incoming message. 

“Well?” you asked as his thumbs flew across his screen. 

“Can’t. Work project is going to keep me busy until the deadline,” he answered without looking up. “Take one of your friends, have a girls trip.”

Friends…those people you never saw anymore because James hadn’t liked them, though he never outright said it, those friends who had warned you that you were marrying a narcissist. 

“It’s our anniversary,” you reminded him. “You know, falls on the same day each year.”

“Mhmm, yeah,” he nodded, clearly not listening. “Sounds good.”

You propped your elbow onto the glass tabletop and dropped your chin onto your palm as a familiar burn of resentment simmered in your soul. “The mailman gave me a pearl necklace.”

“That’s nice. Put it on my credit card.” He reached into his back pocket and tossed his wallet across the table, narrowly missing the glass of rosé. 

You opened it and saw the polaroid from your wedding day no longer sat in the clear card slot but was stuffed behind his drivers licence. You shouldn’t have felt hurt after months of being ignored but the pain still surprised you, almost as much as the condom that you found with his cash. He hadn’t bought a box of condoms in at least three years, not since the wedding when you started trying for a baby - something that was probably best that it didn't happen.

“He must eat a lot of pineapples because it tasted delicious,” you murmured as you took his cash and the platinum credit card too.

James nodded and pushed his empty plate away. “Yeah, tasted good, thanks. Need to finish this project.” He rose from the table with his phone and started to make his way down the hall to his office. “Don’t wait up.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You had a trip to plan. 

You weren’t going to have a girls weekend but you were going to Melbourne. He may have been James’ friend first, but no one had the ability to turn a bad day (or year) around like Daniel could. 

When you arrived in Perth you hadn’t expected Danny to be the one personally waiting at the airport. It was impossible to miss him with the amount of people that surrounded him, asking for pictures and autographs before he spotted you stepping out of customs. 

You didn’t need to read lips to see him apologising to everyone as he made his way towards you, holding up a large welcome sign for ‘Roo’. You rolled your eyes at the nickname he had given you after one drunken night that ended with you tangled in a hammock, your head poking out of the material like a joey in a kangaroo pouch. You were only grateful he hadn’t nicknamed you Joey since the name had stuck over the years.

Your greeting turned to a peal of laughter as he dropped the sign and swept you into a hug that lifted your feet off the ground to spin you around. 

“I’ve missed you, you beaut!” Danny’s smile was contagious and even when your feet were securely back on the ground he still kept his arms around you. “A shame James can’t come, but we can totally make his jealous as fuck for ditching us. One week, you, me, road trip to Melbourne.”

Day One - Perth to Kalgoorlie “I hope you know where we are going.”

Daniel laughed and just winked from the driver's seat of his Ford Ranger. It had been three hours of driving on the highway and you had not passed one town in the dusty landscape. 

“It’s not far, just down the road a little more,” Danny said for the third time. “We still have half a tank of gas and a crate of Vitamin B, we’ll be fine if we need to camp.”

You quirked an eyebrow up as you looked in the backseat and saw the green box of Victoria Bitter beer strapped with a seatbelt.

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to camp anywhere,” you scoffed, tucking your knee up as the song changed to another country song from his endless playlist. “Spiders, snakes, dingoes, and your snoring. I think not.”

Daniel laughed and indicated to pull off the road despite there not being another soul within what felt like hundreds of kilometres. 

“I’m sorry I said you snore, please don’t leave me here.”

His laugh only intensified as he turned the engine off and turned to face you. “I wouldn’t do that to you, Roo.”

“Then why have you stopped?” You tested the window but it had powered off with the engine. “It’s a freaking sauna in here.”

“Because you haven’t been yourself all day and there’s no cell reception out here so there’s nothing to distract you.” He took the useless device from your hand and tossed it in the glove compartment. “What’s going on with you and James?”

“Nothing,” you muttered as his brown eyes narrowed. “Seriously, there’s nothing going on with him. We hardly speak anymore and he sleeps in his office when he’s not out of town on another ‘business trip’. It’s just…nothing.”

Daniel’s brows pinched together in confusion as he sucked a lungful of air through his teeth. “But…what the hell happened?”

“I don’t know,” you exclaimed as you threw your hands in the air, just as clueless. “What do you want me to say? That he’s having an affair, or that one day he just stopped caring, or both?”

You turned away as it wasn’t a bead of sweat that rolled down your cheek when you sighed in defeat. Unable to withstand the heat without the air conditioner, you tugged the door handle and checked the dirt for any unwanted animals before jumping down from the running boards. 

Daniel was already getting out his side and circling the bullbars before you could wipe the tears away but the sob you had tried to suppress clawed its way out when he pulled you against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he murmured softly as he rubbed your back and let your tears soak into his shirt. “He can be a bit of a cunt, but I never thought he could do that to you.”

“He did and it’s done,” you admitted with a raspy voice that was still strained from the emotion choking each word. “I moved my stuff out last week, not that he even noticed. I thought I could have a break to get away from it all and deal with a divorce when I get back.”

“That fucking idiot,” Daniel said as he pulled his shirt up to wipe your tears away. “He just lost the best thing in the world and he doesn’t even know it.”

Day Two - Kalgoorlie to Caiguna It was another long day of driving but after the broken sleep spent tossing and turning you weren’t much of a companion. You had eventually drifted off to sleep to the country music that Daniel loved so much and dreamt of crawling through fields of watermelons but the paddock soon turned to mud and you sank under the suffocating weight with it filling your lungs. 

“Hey, it’s alright, you’re alright,” Danny soothed as you startled awake, his quick reflexes throwing his arm out to catch you from hitting the window. You could still feel the filthy fluid on your skin and shivered as you changed the song over and took a shuddering breath. “Bad dream?”

You rolled your shoulders and twisted your stiff neck, groaning at the crick that had come from using the seatbelt as a pillow. “Just weird.”

His eyes darted away from the endless road ahead and saw you trying to massage your neck before he brushed your hand aside. There certainly were perks to his strength training because his fingers were a godsend as they erased the knots that had formed.

“Hmmm, thank you,” you sighed deeply and his lips tipped up at the sound.

“Anytime. Hope you got the rest you needed, there’s a stop ahead and these guys know how to throw down.”

You narrowed your eyes at the horizon that was blurred by heatwaves and tried to see what lay beyond but gave up after a few seconds. “Throw down what?”

“Huh?”

“What are they throwing down?”

“Throw down,” he said slowly as if it would somehow make you understand but you were still confused. “Party, drink, dance. Throw down.”

“Oh, throw down, why didn’t you just say that?”

He laughed at your sarcasm and squeezed your knee. “You could definitely do with a drink or two and loosen up. Then I can get my old Roo back.”

“As long as I’m not expected to sleep in a hammock again.”

The motel was a little rough and run down but it had four walls and the bathroom was clean enough to last one night. Daniel had barely given you enough time to get changed into fresh clothes before he was knocking on your door ready to escort you next door to the bar. Coincidentally, the bar was also the restaurant, service station and grocery store all rolled into one.

You and Danny were by far the youngest people in the place but it didn’t stop the warm welcome from everyone. If any of the patrons knew who he was they hid it well because they treated him just like any other stranger passing through.

“Where ya from?”

“Where ya headed?”

“Watch out for ol’ Deloris, she’ll try take a bite out of ya.”

The questions came in quick succession and you looked around the room trying to figure out which of the ladies was Deloris only to find the name on a plaque beneath a huge crocodile head suspended from the rafters.

“Fuck me,” you gasped as you took a step back, bumping into Danny as he laughed along with the bartender.

“Gets ‘em every time,” he chuckled as he placed two large bottles of beer onto the well worn bartop. “Looks like ya sheila could use something a little stronger.”

Daniel’s large hands landed on your shoulders and started to massage the tense muscles. “There’s no crocs ‘round here, isn’t enough water,” he whispered to calm your nerves. “Deloris was probably a pet.”

“Who in their right mind would keep that as a pet?”

“Probably someone not in their right mind.” His warm laugh tickled your ear before he turned you back to the bartender to grab your drink. “Cheers.”

Daniel found a small table in the surprisingly busy restaurant space and it appeared as if most of the locals were keeping the economy running in the place. It was strange to think that the faded walls decorated with old photographs of the glory days gone by felt more homely than the one you had built with James.

You could easily see yourself placing a coin on the pool table to save your place in the queue or ordering the fresh market fish off the menu without questioning how it was fresh so far from the sea. You could see yourself walking in to see the same faces at the end of a long week and the barman would listen to your complaints as he poured your usual without needing to be asked.

You took a generous gulp of beer that Daniel swore was ‘the good stuff’ and hummed at the hoppy flavour as it quenched the thirst that hadn’t stopped since you stepped foot in the country. It was no wonder why they liked their beers so much, they needed whatever they could to cool their bodies down.

“I like this place,” you said with a smile that Danny returned with pride.

“Thought you might, and tomorrow’ll be even better.”

“Where are we going tomorrow?”

Daniel shook his head and occupied his lips with the bottle so he could keep you in the dark a little longer. You didn’t mind this type of surprise, knowing he wanted to make you smile and was planning everything could to make that happen on the road trip.

The doldrum tune that was playing from the corner of the bar was interrupted as a coin was slotted into the jukebox and Josh Turner’s Your Man came on the machine. Couples around the bar and restaurant left their belongings and made their way to the dance floor. Where you came from no one would do that, and if they did their belongings wouldn’t be there when they returned.

Beneath the table you could feel Daniel’s foot tapping in time to the beat and his fingers drummed on the long neck he lifted to his lips. He caught the longing in your eyes as you watched a grey haired man holding his wife, slowly swaying together like you had imagined you would with James in 40 years.

“Come on, Roo,” he invited as he pushed his chair back and held out his hand. His palm was cold and damp from the beer bottle but it was refreshing on your skin with the heat that still lingered with the setting sun. Leading you to the edge of the dance floor he pulled you close and curled an arm around your waist as he started to sing along. “I've been thinking 'bout this all day long, never felt a feeling quite this strong, I can't believe how much it turns me on, just to be your man. I know you know the words, don’t be shy.”

It was impossible to feel embarrassed with him, even if you butchered the song he would still smile like he was listening to his favourite artist live. So, you placed your hand in his and the other rested on his shoulder as you started to sway and sing along.

“There's no hurry, don't you worry, we can take our time. Come a little closer, let's go over, what I had in mind.”

Daniel let go of you and your head fell back with a laugh as he spun you away and pulled you back. You could only giggle as you returned out of step and ended with your back to his chest instead of face to face but he adapted quickly and held your waist instead.

“Baby lock the door and turn the lights down low,” his voice was deep and rich in your ear, intimate and full of promise that hit you unexpectedly. “And put some music on that's soft and slow. Baby we ain't got no place to go, I hope you understand.”

You were glad you weren’t facing him as his words affected you in a way you couldn’t remember feeling for over a year. The very air seemed to thicken in your lungs as you felt every inch of his body fitting against yours. You could feel the veins on his hands as you laced your fingers with his and guided them down to your hips.

This was the first time the lines had blurred throughout the years of friendship and you allowed yourself to feel wanted, if only for a song.

Day Three - Caiguna to Yalata The pounding in your head turned out to be banging on your door and you somehow found the strength to answer it. Bright sunlight flooded in through the crack and you groaned as you covered your eyes.

“Good morning sunshine,” Daniel greeted brightly as he stepped inside. “It’s 7am on another stunning day here in Straya.” 

You playfully shoved Danny and he rolled with it to splay across your bed, the blankets still tucked in from collapsing atop them last night. 

“7am is too early,” you complained as you climbed into the small space he left on the twin sized bed, curling onto your side and throwing your arm over your face to block out the light. “Let me sleep.”

“You can sleep in the car.” His fingers danced teasingly over your ribs and you jutted your elbow back into his hard abs before he could properly tickle you. “Ouch, you’re not very nice in the morning.”

“This isn’t morning, this is still night,” you grumbled as his arm draped over your waist instead.

“The sun is up.”

“Tell that to the people of Norway. It can be sunny at midnight there.”

You could feel him silently laughing at you as it shook the bed. “But we aren’t in Norway.”

“Shh,” you murmured as you snuggled closer to him. “Let me go back to sleep.”

“Fine,” he conceded, making some adjustments to the pillow before shoving his arm under your head, “but just because I’m comfortable now.”

The hangover was gone by the time you woke naturally and you felt refreshed as you stretched lazily. Rolling over in Daniel’s arms you found his eyes closed and his lips parted slightly with soft snores. You raised your head a little to see the alarm clock that was probably considered vintage in the 80’s and saw it was well past check out time. Luckily it didn't appear that the No Vacancy sign was ever used, so there was no rush to leave.

The small movement was enough to wake him and your stomach clenched at the smile that brightened your day more than the blistering sun outside when his honey brown eyes opened. 

“I can’t believe this,” you tutted as you let him pull you closer against his chest. “I was ready to go at 7 and you just went back to sleep…so lazy.”

“How rude of me,” he chuckled. “I’m sure I can find a way to make it up to you.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Woah,” you whispered breathlessly as the truck bounced to a stop on the hard sand of the tidal line. “It’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t it just,” Daniel grinned as he opened his door and looked across at you. “Coming in?”

You bit your lip as your eyes feasted on the picturesque scene. Big barrel waves crashing out in the bay and white sand welcoming bare feet on the shore, it was a sight pretty enough to make angels cry. Hopping out, you rounded the four wheel drive ute and sat on the metal bar running across the front, distracted by the breathtaking view. “What about sharks?”

Daniel’s door shut and you turned to the sound in time to see him pulling his singlet over his head and tossing it through the backseat window before unbuckling his belt and shoving his jeans off too. It was impossible not to stare at the hard planes of his chest or the definition of his abs, and then the thick thighs that were barely covered by his boxers. 

“The chances of a shark attack are less than…” His words trailed off as he looked up and caught you blatantly staring, his teeth sparkling as a big smile grew on his face. “The view is spectacular, am I right or am I right?”

“You or the beach?”

“Spectacular is pretty high in the standards of compliments,” he said as he started to flex his arms, “but if you think I’m spectacular then I would accept that.”

You closed your eyes from the harsh sunlight and tipped your head back to feel the rays on your cheeks as you laughed. “You’ve never had to worry about your ego, have you?”

He sent you a playful pout as he walked towards you, his thongs flicking up golden sand behind him with each step. “It would take a hit if you didn’t come swim with me.”

You hadn’t realised quite how many types of heat there was until that moment. There was the heat of the bonnet from hours of driving beneath you, the heat of the sun in the sky above and the heat of his hands that landed on your knees. It was the heat of his hands that seeped into your blood and spread throughout your body, increasing to boiling point as they slowly ran up your thighs.

Your knees unconsciously parted for him and he stepped into the space so you were eye to eye and his tongue rolled across his bottom lip. “There’s nets out past the reef, you’ll be safe with me.”

You took a sharp intake of air as his fingers caught the hem of your shirt and his knuckles grazed your skin. “Well?” he asked quietly. “Trust me?”

You swallowed deeply as you nodded and he rewarded you with another of those smiles you had come to love before he lifted your shirt up and left it on the hood of the truck so he could grab you around the waist and haul you over his shoulder.

“Daniel!” you yelped as the world was suddenly upside down and he kicked his thongs off before jogging towards the water. “Don’t you dare dunk me.”

You expected the next sudden shift when the water reached his knees but as quick as he tossed you up off his shoulder he caught you again with a booming laugh. His arms were bound around your thighs and your hands planted on his shoulders as you looked down at his amused face. 

“I wouldn’t dare,” he promised as he eased his grip, your body sliding down his until you were once more eye to eye. “I just want to make you smile.”

Day Four - Yalata to Port Lincoln  As much as you had found yourself enjoying the historical rich motels in the outback, you were just as happy to find the accommodation in Port Lincoln was a five star resort on the waterfront. The sun was just starting to set when you arrived at the hotel and checked into the two bedroom suite with a gorgeous view of the harbour. 

“I never knew driving could be so exhausting,” you said as you dropped into the swing chair on the large balcony. 

“Don’t worry, tomorrow’s a rest day so you can recover from all that driving you didn’t even do,” Daniel pointed out with a smirk, taking the spot beside you and taking over the leg exercise of swinging it back and forth. “We can do whatever you want, just can’t miss the boat to Adelaide tomorrow night.”

It was nice spending so much time alone with Daniel on the road, comfortable conversations rolling like the tires on the highway, but a change of pace would be welcomed. “What is there to do?”

“Hmm,” he frowned and stood up. “Let me go see.”

Daniel disappeared out of the room and returned a few minutes later with a stack of brochures that he had taken from the tourist stands in reception and you met him on the couch inside where the pleasant offshore wind couldn’t whip them away. Together you flicked through them, separating them into three piles of yes, no and maybe. 

“Sure you don’t wanna cage dive?” he teased as you threw that particular brochure across the room. “You could get up close and personal with a Great White. Once in a lifetime opportunity right there.”

You snorted and shook your head. “Once in a lifetime because it would kill me. Not happening.”

“Here, that’s a yes for you.” 

You took the advert for a farm park where you could hand feed the animals and added it to the yes pile. “Maybe next year we can go to your farm…unless James gets you in the divorce.” Your lips turned down at the idea and you realised you had hardly thought of your husband, but now that you had he had disturbed your peace even though he was thousands of miles away.

Daniel reached over the coffee table to the stationary set, grabbing a hotel engraved pen before pulling his shoe off. “It’s just like Toy Story,” he said as he waved the pen in your face. “Put your name on me first.”

You managed a small laugh as you took the pen and clicked the nib out. “Should tattoo it so it doesn’t wash off.”

Daniel squirmed on the couch as the pen tickled his foot and you grabbed his ankle so he couldn’t move too much but he started to giggle uncontrollably as the nib ran over his instep. “How long does it take to write Roo?”

You laughed and kept going before he wretched his foot free and crossed his leg over his knee to see your full first and last name on it - maiden name, not married.

“For legal purposes,” you said as you clicked the pen nib away and tossed it on the table.

“Fair enough.” He grinned at the writing everytime he looked at his crossed leg and draped his arm over the back of the cushion as you returned to the seat. “You can come by the farm anytime, don’t have to wait for next year.”

“Except for shearing season,” you smirked as you remembered that mistake where you were roped into helping the jackaroos round the sheep up and shave them. “I have no interest in losing all feeling in my arms again.”

“Earned that beer though,” he said with a chuckle as he started to massage your neck. “I was so proud, you weren’t afraid to get stuck in and help. I kinda thought you were a bit of a princess ‘til then.”

Your nose crinkled at the endearment James used to call you. “Well I’m glad I got rid of that image. But, out of curiosity, what do you think I am now?”

The smile could only be described as devilish as his hand spread across your nape and guided you closer to him. His eyes held you captivated and his lips parted with his answer but it was silenced by the sound of ringtone breaking the tension and like a puppet whose strings were cut he fell back into his seat. The emotion in his eyes was erased with a blink and you reached blindly for your phone, answering the call without needing to see who it was from.

“Hey, isn’t it like midnight?” you asked as you lifted the device to your ear but there was no answer at the other end. “Hello? James?”

“Fuck, yeah, just like that baby. God, Laura, you’re so perfect.” The phone slipped from your grasp as you heard the muted but unmistakable sound of James’ voice.

Daniel frowned as he picked the phone up from your lap and lifted it to his ear, shock registering before it transformed into anger and he hung up the phone without breaking the screen with the force of it. He discarded the phone and pulled you into his lap in the same instance but you didn’t hear what he said as you buried your face in his neck and grappled onto him for dear life.

Day Five - Port Lincoln to Adelaide You didn’t feel like doing anything other than staying in bed and sleeping the day away but Daniel wouldn’t let you waste another minute of your time because of James. In a way you could understand the logic and as a big ‘fuck you’ to him you were going to get your shit together and go and have fun.

Daniel worked even harder to get a smile or a laugh out of you and kept his camera on hand to capture the moments he succeeded. The animal farm did make you feel a little better and holding a joey as you bottle fed it was finally enough to break through the invasive cloud that had hung over you. 

“Roo and Roo Two,” Danny commented as he moved around taking a million shots of you.

“Need a hand?” a passing couple offered after watching Daniel try and extend his arm enough to get in the shot too.

“That’d be a dream,” Daniel nodded and he handed his camera over before sitting down beside you and curling his arm around your waist. The joey was almost asleep from drinking all of the milk and Daniel grinned at you as he stroked its neck. “Looks like you when you sleep.”

You grinned back, forgetting about the camera. “Cute, right?”

“Yup, that’s, uh, exactly what I was thinking.” He cleared his throat and scratched his neck awkwardly before laughing when your elbow connected with his ribs. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. You’re a cutie-tootie when you sleep…it’s another story when you’re awake.”

His laugh was loud enough to wake the joey when you nudged him again with an offended look. “What? You’re beautiful when you’re awake.”

“That’s totally what you meant,” you said sarcastically before rolling your eyes. “Just look at the camera and smile like a normal person.”

He tipped his head to yours and smiled brightly for the camera, but he couldn’t resist whispering, “Bold of you to assume I know how to be normal.”

Day Six - Adelaide to Portland It took a moment to recollect the events from the night before and it wasn’t because of the many wine tastings you had gone to around the Port Lincoln area. Perhaps that had a little bit to do with it, but mostly it was because you had fallen asleep in the truck to the gentle rocking motion of the ferry but now you were tucked into an unfamiliar bed. 

“Danny?” you called out as you tossed the covers back and found you were still in yesterday's clothes. You could hear some sounds outside of the room but Daniel hadn't answered your call so you picked up the coat rack from the corner and quickly opened the door.

“Jesus Christ.” Daniel jumped back as you waved the long pole his way. “What the fuck?”

You sagged in the doorway and dropped the makeshift weapon to clutch your chest. “You gave me a fright.”

“I gave you a fright?” he asked incredulously. “You gave me a fucking heart attack. What were you going to do with this?” He swiped the coat rack off the floor and couldn’t stop himself from laughing at it. “Please don’t give me a concussion before the race.”

“But any other time is good?” you quipped as your lips tipped up now that your heart rate was returning to normal. “How did I get to bed?”

He flexed his arms with a cocky grin. “I tried to wake you up but you were dead to the world. And now that sleeping beauty is awake, how about we go out for breakfast? There’s meant to be a huge market that sells a bit of everything that we could check out after.”

You held a finger up as you looked down at your clothes and heard your stomach rumble, answering the question of whether to shower or not first. “Just give me one minute to change.”

Daniel had obviously been awake for a while being an early bird so he was ready and waiting at the door when you reappeared, his hand held out and waiting for yours. The lines between friendship and more were getting blurrier each day but it no longer felt wrong as you laced your fingers with his and stepped outside.

“Are you limping?” you asked with a frown as he kept his weight on one side the entire walk to the market.

“No, just got pins and needles in my foot.”

An hour later he was still favouring his right foot so you steered him back towards the hotel so he didn’t make it worse before you got to Melbourne. “You should probably see a doctor.”

Daniel dropped onto the couch and stole the remote to choose a movie, patting the space beside him so he could kiss your temple after joining him. “You worry too much, I’ll be fine.”

“You’re quiet,” Daniel commented as he turned off the tv. “What’s got you thinking so loud?”

You chewed your bottom lip as he called you out. He was too observant, or you were too easy to read. “It’s our last night together.”

“You’re still going to stay with me for the weekend, right?” He shifted in his seat to face you and stroked your cheek with the back of his hand as he waited for an answer.

You nodded and he relaxed a little only to freeze as you spoke, “But you’ll be busy, we don’t have time to hang out.”

“I’ll always make time for you,” he promised as he pulled you into his lap. “This week with you has been…spectacular.”

“Spectacular is pretty high in the standards of compliments,” you reminded him, much to his amusement.

His smile softened as his fingers trailed along your jaw and down your neck to trace your collarbone. “Which is why it’s reserved for very, very good things.” 

You were almost certain he could hear your heart racing like thunderous hoof beats in a quiet desert. The blood was pumping around your body carrying the oxygen you needed to replace but couldn’t seem to draw the air into your lungs as he leaned forward.

“You were his best man,” you whispered with the last of your breath as you felt the heat of his lips so close to yours.

“But I’ve always been the best man for you.”

The first kiss was softer than the wind, tentative and testing as you learned how your body responded to the caress before hunger yearned for something deeper. A deep moan rumbled from Daniel’s chest as your tongue rolled across his lips that parted for you and his arms encircled you to hold you tight, as if he were clinging to the spell so it couldn’t be broken.

“Please, Danny,” you sighed longingly as his hands slipped under the summer dress you wore and his thumbs teased you with painfully slow circles on your thighs. “You have never been a patient man, don’t start now.”

His quiet laugh heated the skin of your neck that he kissed with such tenderness you wanted to cry. It had been so long since you had been touched in such a way that you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please,” you begged as you rolled your hips over his cock that was straining against his shorts. You moaned as the hard length brushed over your panties and a reciprocal sound came from Daniel before he stood up abruptly. 

“Fuck, I wanted to take my time with you,” he murmured against your lips as he blindly walked to the closest bedroom. 

“Later,” you promised. “Right now I need you to get me out of this goddamn dress and fuck me.”

Day Seven - Portland to Melbourne “Oh, fuck off,” you growled as your phone rang on the bedside drawers. You rolled back into Daniel’s embrace and wrapped your arms around his waist as he saw at the voicemail notification before it started to ring again. 

“He’s just going to keep calling,” Daniel said with a sigh that turned to a yawn after the late night spent getting to know each other's bodies intimately. “You’ll have to talk to him at some point.”

“I know, I just want to savour this moment before the drama starts. I can’t remember the last time I woke up like this, happy and content. I’m not ready for that to end.”

“What makes you think I’ll let this end?” he teased as he rolled you onto your back and trailed wet kisses down your neck. “I might just write my name on your foot too and call you mine.”

The warmth of the blankets disappeared as Daniel made his way down your body, kissing the entire length of you before settling between your legs as the phone rang again.

“Answer it,” Daniel ordered as his fingertips delicately traced the stretch marks across your hips, committing every inch of your body to his memory. “Or he won’t go away.”

You tried to find any hint of resentment in his face as you reached for the phone but there was only an air of smugness as he made himself comfortable, resting his head on your thigh.

“I think we have been robbed,” James said without even a hello as you answered the call on speakerphone. “Everything in the guest room is gone.”

A huff of amusement bubbled at the image of him standing in the empty room, his face crumpled in confusion as he scratched his head. “It’s at my apartment.”

“What apartment? What are you on about?”

“The apartment I rented before I moved out two weeks ago. The one I will be living in when I get back.” Daniel’s fingers traced the waistband of your panties and your breath hitched as they slipped beneath the lace.

“Bullshit,” he laughed but there was a hint of uncertainty in the sound. “Just come home and talk about this before you make any rash decisions. I know I have been busy with work lately-"

“More like busy with Laura.” The air that hissed between your teeth could have been mistaken for anger but it was entirely from the devilish look in Daniel’s eyes as he bit the soft skin along your inner thigh.

“Laura’s my assistant.”

The laugh turned to a gasp as Daniel pushed the lace aside and ran his tongue through your folds, his eyes rolling up to watch your reaction, the phone falling from your hand as you reached for his hair.  You tugged the strands as his tongue circled your clit and you couldn’t stop the moan from escaping as you arched your back at the growing pleasure.

“Fuck, yeah, just like that baby,” you begged shamelessly and he chuckled as he felt your walls flutter around the fingers he curled into your cunt. “God, Daniel, you’re so perfect.”

A round of expletives filled the air as James heard a real orgasm take over your body but they fell silent as he realised why the words seemed so familiar. You weren’t just accusing him of fucking Laura, you knew. And you were using his best friend to show him.

“Some friend you are, sack of shit,” James growled as you whimpered with the aftershocks of the orgasm.

“Some husband you were,” Daniel snickered as he tore your panties off and climbed up your body to kiss you, sharing the taste of your pleasure on his tongue before he picked up the phone. “You lost the best thing you had, mate. I won’t make the same mistake you did.”

Daniel ended the call stared down at you in wonder as a slow smile started to spread across his face. “I don’t think he will be calling back.”

It may have been the high of the orgasm, or it could have been the knowledge that after a year of enduring the decaying marriage, but you were free - either way, you were giddy with joy as you wrapped your legs around Daniel’s hips and pulled him closer. 

“I can’t believe you did that,” you giggled as you hooked your fingers into his boxers and pushed them over his hips. 

“He had to know who you belong to now, he had his chance.” His voice was pure decadence in your ear as he ran the tip of his cock through your folds before stretching you wide as he thrust forward and stilled. He gave you a moment to adjust to his size and brushed a gentle kiss across your lips before captivating you with his golden brown eyes. “Still want to know what I think you are?”

Your fingers ran softly down his back, feeling each bump on his spine right down to the twin dimples at the base. “Tell me,” you whispered as your hands grasped the firm muscles of his ass, your nails digging in to spur him into moving.

“Mine.”

Melbourne Grand Prix - Race Day The screams of Daniel’s home crowd were intoxicating and you couldn’t help cupping your hands around your mouth and joining in as he parked front and centre of the pitlane having won his home race. Climbing out of the car, stood atop the halo and threw his fists in the air before tearing his helmet off and holding it up too, tapping his finger on the large number 3.

You couldn’t help but notice how he still favoured his right foot after he jumped off the car and rushed towards his team, grappling them into strong hugs that probably crushed the air out of their lungs - not that they cared as they ran on adrenaline after the race.

“Wow, Daniel, what a race! You were absolutely flying!” the interviewer praised after he took his microphone and joined her in front of the Sky Sports camera. “Looking at some of those high speed corners, it looked like you were fighting to keep the race line.”

“I couldn’t brake hard if I tried,” he laughed and combed his sweaty hair back through his fingers. “Got a fresh tattoo and it’s still a little tender.”

“On your foot?” Naomi asked as she pointed to his Red Bull boot. 

“Yeah, glad it wasn’t on my throttle one or I don’t think I’d be up here,” he joked.

“I’m certain I am asking on behalf of everyone when I say, can we see it?” A cheer from the crowd confirmed her statement and your fingers gripped the metal barrier as goosebumps broke over your skin.

“No way,” you mumbled under your breath as you shook your head to get rid of the ridiculous thought you had.

“Sure, I’ll need this off for my shoey anyway,” he said as he pulled the boot off along with his sock. Turning around, he bent his knee so the sole of his foot could be seen and looked over his shoulder, grinning as he found you at the barrier with his team. 

“Aww, look at that, it’s adorable,” Naomi gushed as she saw the basic outline of a kangaroo on the sole of his foot. “What a way to pay homage to your nation!”

You bit your lip from smiling too hard when he started to laugh as she completely misunderstood what the picture meant. “Of course!” 

He excused himself quickly and hopped towards you, not wanting to get the days old tattoo dirty on the ground. 

“You’re actually insane,” you gasped as you slapped his chest playfully, still in disbelief that he had the word Roo tattooed on his foot beneath the picture. 

He leaned in closer so he could talk without fear of being overheard and you inhaled the purely masculine scent of him enveloping you as his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “It was your idea, and if you didn’t sleep so much you would have been awake to come and get it done with me.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face as his hot hands came to rest on top of yours. “I must admit, I’m a little disappointed that it isn’t my full name.”

“Do you know how ticklish that was? I would have wet myself trying to get your whole name.”

You smirked at him, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening with his growing smile. “That sounds like a you problem.”

“Does anyone have a marker pen?” Daniel asked loudly and about half a dozen were thrust his way in an instant. 

“What are you doing?” you asked as you took a step back but the crowd was so tightly packed there was nowhere to go.

“Foot,” he said as he tapped the barrier, “up. It’s not a tattoo…yet.”

“You’re insane,” you laughed as you shook your head but instead he dropped to his knees and caught your ankle under the barrier.

“And you’re mine, I just need to…stop wriggling,” he complained as he pulled your shoe off and bit the cap off the marker before inking your sole. Twisting your foot about you saw his driver number covering the skin and bit your lip at the self-satisfied smirk on his face as he flipped the pen in his hand. “There, that’s better.”

“Is it?” you joked as you slipped your shoe back on. “I would have said spectacular.”

You were always surprised that his smile could somehow brighten, even when it seemed like it couldn’t possibly grow any more. But his smile grew as stepped closer and his hand reached for the back of your neck, pulling you to meet him as much as the barrier allowed.

“Spectacular?” he echoed before crushing his lips to yours until you were breathless and forgot where you were. “Yeah, that’s more like it.”

Daniel's Road Trip Playlist: Cruise - Florida Georgia Line Watermelon Crawl - Tracy Byrd Your Man - Josh Turner You Make It Easy - Jason Aldean Right Now the Best - Zach Bryan Over For You - Morgan Evans Live Like You Were Dying - Tim McGraw Die A Happy Man - Thomas Rhett Butterflies - Kacey Musgraves

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[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

@galactic-pirates thank you so much for the tag! Third time I've been tagged for this game and I'm always so appreciative to be tagged in a game, so here we go again. :) (You guys now know my weakness, wield it wisely)

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

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1)Tesla's Moving Castle , Chapter 2 (WIP - Sanctuary - Helen/Nikola - T)

The young man, dressed in a very fine suit and carrying a pewter wine glass instead of one of the pewter or wooden tankards more common in the pubs, looked surprised by her reaction. "It's all right, crvena lisica," he said, laughing in a way that Helen didn't like. She also had no clue what he called her. "I only want to buy you a drink. There's no need to look so frightened."

2)Bleeding Through the Blue , Chapter 4 (WIP - Sanctuary - Helen/John - T)

"Nigel." she said. " 'Course. Who else did you think it would be?" Nigel's voice was teasing. Warm. Helen burst into tears at hearing it, feeling like a hole was being torn in her heart and filled at the same time.

3) The Tau'ri: Fall (Our Mutual Destruction) , Chapter 3 (WIP - Stargate SG-1 - Sam/Jack - T)

"I'm scared, Jack." He knew what it cost her to say that. His Carter was a tough woman, willing to show emotion. Happiness. Pure joy. Grief. Sadness. Longing. Everything in between. But fear was something she kept tucked deep inside. Jack understood it. She had spent so long in a man's world, where fear was a sign of weakness and not tolerated so much as scorned and scoffed at. "I know." he said softly, shifting her and moving to kiss her forehead gently.

4) A Case of New Life (Fantastic Beasts - Newt/Tina - T)

"It doesn't feel right." she murmured, a hand on her belly. Newt's heart lurched. "What doesn't feel right?" he asked, stopping and standing so that they were looking at each other in the eye. "I . . . . I don't know. But it doesn't feel like it did before. Not bad or painful, but . . . ." Tina looked up at him.

5) Neat (Sanctuary - Helen/Nikola - T)

He growled a little in the back of his throat at her. That elicited a broad, smirking grin from her. She stood on the rungs of her stool, elbows on the bar, leaning forward. She put her mouth right next to his ear. Nikola shuddered at the warmth of her breath. "Why don't you figure it out, Mr. Tesla?" she whispered.

6) Hooded (Stargate SG-1 - Sam/Jack - T)

Sam noticed every time she passed the driveway, the man who had interfered was working out there. He would watch her, even when Jonas wasn't there. She had the weird feeling that he was looking out for her. She had no idea why. After a few days of this, Sam took to waving at him, whether or not Jonas was with her. She saw the look on Jonas's face when she did, but she didn't care.

7) Proud (Sanctuary - Ashley & Helen - T)

Hands shaking badly, Ashley raised the gun, wondering if it was really going to do her any good, because the tranquilizers had just bounced off and done nothing. But if she was going to go down, she was going to go down with one hell of a fight.

8) Fledgling (Sanctuary - Helen/Nikola - G)

Helen lost it at this point, a chuckle escaping her. Nikola's smirk turned into a grin. They stared at each other for a few moments, then Nikola rounded the desk, still cuddling the baby bird.

9) Two Kinds of Sparks (Sanctuary - Sam/Jack - T)

Sam laughed at this and he cracked a smile too. She sobered and, reminding herself to be professional, held out her hand. "Sam Carter." He took her hand, shaking it. "Jack O'Neill."

10) The Whoas of Babysitting (Stargate SG-1 - G)

"Uncle Daniel, do you know where babies come from?" Daniel felt a jolt of shock go through him at this. He coughed a little in his shock. He had no clue how to answer that.

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Anyway, out of people to tag, but anyone who wants to play, feel free and you can say I tagged you.

[silverusso]

And another thing! I've been thinking about this more and I feel like Daniel's acceptance, if genuine, would have been the thing to allow Terry to hold on to that mask longer. We saw Kreese try to chip away at it, but it was ineffectual. Daniel's name made his face light up. He was still smiling when he went to go find him at Miyagi-Do. But then Daniel's dismissal wipes the smile right off instantly. And he says he tried, because he really was trying! Daniel was what brought him back and it's safe to assume from his reaction, that Daniel was the only thing keeping him in line.

After that, we see him acting up again, cause that last ditch effort to be 'Reformed Terry' hadn't impressed Daniel and holding on to that persona for himself wasn't cutting it anymore. So his next interaction with him is quite different. If Daniel expects the old Terry Silver to loom over him and sexually menace him, well, that's just what he's gonna get!

So he starts acting a bit more like his old self, except that now he's latched onto Kreese. If the facade isn't working on himself anymore and Daniel isn't willing to accept that version of him, than who is he now? He's Kreese's lackey. He's suddenly more receptive to him and tries to gain his approval. But that's not working any better for him, cause Kreese is a douche. He pulls rank and treats him like shit. (And I hated a lot about their dynamic in CK cause it felt so different than it was in KK3. I couldn't buy that even watered down Terry would ever let Kreese disrespect him like that. I simply will not accept it.) But meanwhile, Terry is slowly reverting back to his old self, plotting against Kreese. He calls him his weakness and he finally sheds that weakness and his theme song plays, because he's finally become himself again. Wholly.

But Kreese was never really his weakness. If he was, and he's gone now, it would be too easy. There's nothing standing in his way anymore. Cobra Kai is completely under his control and he's got other friends he can call in for help. The mask is off. He doesn't need to force himself to be different or lesser for himself or anyone else. And what, are we supposed to believe Johnny is going to be the one to change anything? Terry already beat the crap out of Johnny. He's not a threat to him. Johnny was Kreese's problem and if Kreese was even mildly Terry's problem, he no longer is. So will it be Chozen? I'm not opposed to seeing some of that play out, but there's still so much to explore with silverusso. It really was a disservice to the characters and the fans that it got glossed over this season and it would be even worse if they did that again in s5.

dude lmlae is such a comfort to me. you were so spot on like. seeing Terry in 4 trying so hard to be good and reiterating that he changed and got over his problems with therapy. breaks my heart. he was happier to see daniel again than he was kreese and i will cling to that forever. give us more soft Terry in 5!

My mans really tried! I believe that he truly believed that he had changed, even if we all knew he hadn't. It's obvious he'd been trying to live that new life for quite some time, and even Kreese (his supposed "weakness") wasn't enough to undo it all. It was Daniel's rejection that finally made the mask crumble.

And similarly in LMLAE, I tried to show him change bit by bit, because it was the only way to make a relationship work between him and Daniel. At least in the long-term. But there were always moments where Daniel's distrust/disregard made him slip back into his old habits.

It's actually very much like Spuffy, where Spike initially changes but only to win points with Buffy. Most of his good deeds were for Buffy alone and they both knew that. And later, he convinces himself he's completely, selflessly in love with her (and I think most of us believe he really was in love with her already even without his soul) but it was only when he got his soul back, that he started to make a real change and his good deeds were no longer solely to gain Buffy's approval.

But of course, this has to be a little different than that. So I think CK Terry was trying to be a different man purely for himself, and when pressure was put on him, and the cracks started showing, that lifestyle just couldn't sustain itself anymore. Daniel's antagonism was what finally made him snap. And in LMLAE, it's mostly Daniel that either keeps that darker side of Terry in check/makes Terry work to keep himself in check for Daniel's sake, or sometimes forces it out of him.

We saw a bit of this in KK3, where Terry acted a certain way with Daniel at first, to gain his trust, only to suddenly slide into a different persona when they were alone together and he had Daniel firmly in his grasp. But Terry back then was aware he was only playing a part to fool Daniel. This time, he's also fooling himself. So it would be interesting to see how this all plays out further in S5 and how their influence on each other causes them to act/react to others and each other.

Even though most likely, we'll probably just get like 3 scenes of them together max and none of this will be explored and their history will just be left in the past and forgotten. (:(:

Anyway, thanks for the message anon and thanks so much for reading!

[imthebadguyyy]

Temporary Fix

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!F1 driver!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You're the only female F1 driver, and you're damn good at your job. Oh, and you also have a friends with benefits relationship with a certain 7x World Champion.

Warnings - smut, best friends -> lovers, slight exhibitionism

A/N - you have the second merc seat in this, so Valterri isn't here : (( not proof read

Sometimes, you hated yourself for following your passion. Driving a F1 car had been your dream ever since you could remember. The long process from karting to F1 had been a difficult one. When you were seven, you had a go kart track manager that you couldn't race there because you were a girl. That had cemented your will to be the best you could be, and you had done it.

You had made it into a Mercedes F1 seat after spending two years in Williams. It was safe to say that you were one of the best drivers, with killer instinct and an excellent eye for overtakes. The likes of Mika Hakkinen, Niki Lauda, Jacques Villeneuve and others had praised your skills, naming you one of the best talents in the current driver pool.

But the glory, the fame, the praise, sometimes you wished you could just evaporate into thin air. This was one of those times. Press conferences sucked, they really did. Reporters and journalists thought they were entitled to ask you the most sexist of questions, brushing them off by saying it was 'just a simple question'. Sometimes the drivers you were paired up with defended you, like Seb or Pierre or Lewis or even Kimi. Sometimes people didn't want to say anything, or they just laughed it off or answered for you.

This was not one of those times. Charles was supposed to be your partner for the press conference, but he wasn't feeling too great so you were on your own. It had started off fine, with the usual questions like 'how are you feeling about the race?' 'is it gonna be a good weekend for Mercedes?' and then it had gone to 'Do you think you being the only woman here, you should have a special suit?' or 'Are you sure it's a good idea for you to continue another year in F1?' that's what had irked you off.

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you bit back the cutting response that had sprung to your lips, opting to simply look disapprovingly in silence, speaking more words in the quiet. Eventually, the conference was over, and you made your way out of the hall, deep in thought, so lost in your own world, you didn't notice when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into one of the nearby storage closets.

Your protest of "Hey!-" was cut off by a pair of lips pressing to yours, strong arms wrapping around your torso. "Heard you had a bad day with the press" Lewis mumbled against your lips, brow furrowing when you sighed and let your head drop onto his shoulder. "Yeah they're such fucking jerks" you replied, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them every time" he continued, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eh, I mean I'd rather not talk about it" you continued, letting your fingers trace a pattern on his chest.

The silence in the room was disturbed by the ringing of Lewis's phone, making you jump softly. "Bono" he answered, looking down at the screen. "Pick it up"

"Hello?"

"Lewis, we're waiting for the meeting? And is Y/N with you?" Bono's voice rang through the tiny closet, as you turned to look at Lewis with wide eyes. Shit, the debrief. "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh, and I'll see if I can find Y/N" he replied, making you suppress a smile. The moment he put the phone down, the both of you burst into giggles, before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. "Well, we should go" he said, biting back a smile when you sighed, and cuddled into his shoulder. "Fine"

"But I'll make it up to you tonight baby" he continued, as a shiver ran down your spine. Oh yeah, you two had a friends with benefits situation going on too. No biggie

Except, well, you know you couldn't tell anyone, and you were definitely in love with each other, but I mean, of course it was better to be stupid and just simply refuse to acknowledge those feelings for each other.

♥︎☾☁︎

It had happened, when Lewis won his championship in Turkey. The team had thrown a (socially distant) party, and you had gotten just a little more drunk than you should have, but the champagne was flowing, tequila shots were being taken, beer was being chugged so you just jumped in and had a few more glasses of wine than you should have, and participated in a few rounds of shots.

Before you had known, a pair of hot lips had crashed onto yours, and your arms had tightly held onto a broad pair of shoulders, as the pair of you had stumbled up to your hotel room, crashing backwards onto the bed. Your drunken mind had been sober enough to recognise the 'Still I Rise' tattoo across his back when he tugged his shirt off.

At the same time, Lewis had recognised your face, heart speeding up ever so slightly because holy shit he was making out with you, and he really, really liked you. Before he knew it, your dress was down to your knees, and his shirt was a rumpled mess on the floor, your friendship gone far beyond repair, but only in the best way possible.

The next morning, you had let out a groan when the sunshine had flashed into your eyes, rolling over to find Lewis lying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. Your heart rate had sped up, and you had shot up, scaring the living day light out of Lewis. He had awoken with a start, confusion present in his brown eyes, before realization had sunk in, and he had shot out of bed, wrapping one of the towels around his lower body.

But before the two of you could get awkward, he had strutted over to you, grabbing your face in his hands before pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel weak and light headed.

And then the both of you came to the conclusion that you two wanted something loose and flexible, something fun with no commitment.

But was it what you wanted?

♥︎☾☁︎

Sometimes debriefs could drag on. And on. And on. Eventually, the engineers left the room, leaving only Toto, Lewis, Bono, Angela, James and yourself in the room. Over the years, it had become like a family for you, and you loved them to absolute bits. The mood in the room had changed, as you all joked around for a while.

Watching from the other side of the room, Lewis couldn't help the smile that etched itself onto his face, when he saw you throw your head back with laughter at something Toto said, inhaling sharply when your neck came into clear view, a sudden urge to mark you up settling in on his body.

It was a thrill, to think of how many times you had come undone on his fingers and his tongue, how many nights you begged for him to fill you up with his cock. It was a thrill to think of all the times he had cried your name out in ecstasy while your tongue worked wonders around him. And yet, here you were, acting as if you two were just best friends, not two people who could barely keep their hands off of each other.

Just two nights ago, he had made you scream his name so loud, the person the next room, who just happened to be Daniel, had not let him hear the end of it. Thankfully, the Aussie hadn't realized it was you in his bed. Two nights ago, he had made you see stars, and after that you had rewarded him with the performance of his life to Nights Like This by Kehlani.

Snapping back to reality when a slight poke was applied to his shoulder, Lewis looked over to see Angela looking at him with a slight smirk on her face. He strongly suspected that the woman definitely had some sort of inkling about the both of you. How ? No idea. But she was a crazy smart woman, and was bound to have figured out that he was seeing someone.

It didn't help that atleast half the people on the grid had at some point teased him, telling him the both of you were made for each other. It was like the universe was pushing the both of you to be together, and he kept pushing it away

"So are we feeling confident going into this weekend?" Toto asked, grabbing his attention from the smirking blonde.

"Yup!" Your cheery answer elicited a smile from everyone in the room. "Yeah I think so" he said, watching as you flashed him a quick smile. "Okay, then, I think we're done for now. Any questions?" Bono asked, scanning a data sheet in front of him. "No, i'm good" you replied, reaching over to grab your phone. "Yeah me too" Lewis said, far too concerned with what was going to happen later that night to pay his full attention to Bono.

"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow"

And with that they departed. Before Lewis could follow you, a hand grabbed his and he turned to see Angela, Toto and Bono looking at him expectantly. "So whose got you all distracted and flustered?" Angela asked, earning a smirk from Toto. "What? No one" he replied, slapping himself mentally for being all day dreamy during a meeting. "Oh really? I'm willing to bet you didn't hear anything I said during the meet except the last bit" Bono said, smiling when his driver got visibly flustered.

"So do we know her?" Angela continued, watching him closely for any giveaway reactions. "How would you know her if I don't like anyone?" Lewis said, hoping to God it didn't come across as awkward as it sounded.

"Never said you liked anyone. I'm saying you're in love with someone" Angela said, watching as her friend's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head profusely. "Okay are you on something? I'm just gonna head back to the hotel now" he murmured, confused, and somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.

Ignoring the looks on the others faces, he made his way out to the paddock, trying his hardest to make sense of his feelings. Was a casual relationship with you what he wanted? He wanted so much more than that.

Lewis knew, deep down in his heart, that he wanted to hold your hand in public, and kiss you right on the lips in front of everyone when you shared a podium. He wanted to be able to call you his, to not just spend the night with you, but to spend all his days with you. But you didn't want that.

Or so he thought.

♥︎☾☁︎

Back at the hotel, Lewis busied himself with working out, trying to push all his frustrations out via the workout. He knew that you were going to turn up in the night, and he looked so damn forward to seeing you each night, but god, he hated it when you left in the morning. Every morning when your warm body slipped out from under the sheet, his arms would tighten for a moment, before your giggle would bring him back to reality and he'd hastily draw back, smiling at you. His favourite moment was when he came to your hotel room in Spain. In the morning, he had woken up before you, and before leaving, he had pressed a little kiss to your forehead. The most gorgeous smile had curled onto your lips, and his heart had melted into a little puddle when you rested your cheek on his hand

And then in Monaco, when he had taken you to his apartment, you had woken up before him, and he had woken up to the sight of you bringing a tray of pancakes and fruits, followed by a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was those moments he cherished, but it was those same moments that confused him.

His train of thought was broken when a knock echoed in the room, as he walked over to the door, opening it to find : you

"Hey" you greeted him, walking in and shedding your jacket. "Hey" he replied, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his body. "Wow um, is this a bad time?" You asked, eyes trailing down his abs, watching as his body glistened in the fading sun light. "No its fine, I just finished my workout. You hungry?" He continued, biting back a smirk when he saw your eyes roaming his body.

"W-what? Yeah, i, um, suppose - yeah" you murmured, mind already far down the gutter.

"For food darling, not for sex" he said, making you blush and let out a small gasp. "Lewis!" You chided, shoving him softly. "You know you were thinking it" he mumbled, pushing you up against the wall. "Yeah I was" you whispered back, yanking him forward by his shoulders, slamming your lips against his.

Lifting you up from the waist, he pressed his body further into yours, one of his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing harshly, earning a moan from your lips. Taking the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you let your core grind against him.

Leading you towards the bed, he stopped in confusion when you stopped him, maneuvering him towards the balcony. "Want you to fuck me against the window or in the balcony" you gasped out, earning a moan from him.

"Right where anyone could see us, hmm? Didn't know you were into that baby" he growled, grabbing your earlobe in between his teeth, earning an airy gasp from you, as the wetness threatened to seep down your legs.

"Mmhmm" was all you could muster, your mind so clouded with desperation you couldn't form a single coherent thought. The only thing you were aware of was that only Lewis could make you feel the pleasure you wanted to feel, only he would take you to that little piece of heaven, only he would hold your hand and fuck you into oblivion, and he would still be there to clean you down with a sponge softly.

"If you insist"

Grabbing you roughly, he slammed your body against the massive hotel room window, ripping the mercedes team shirt you were wearing off of your quivering form, letting it drop to the floor, before he hooked his fingers into the material of your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs

With a soft groan, you pulled his nike shorts down his legs, moaning when his cock came into view, the throbbing in between your legs making you whimper, arousal and need growing tenfold in your tummy.

"Please" you whispered, meeting his eyes, so he could see the pure desperation in your eyes. "Please what?" He said, a certain roughness you hadn't heard before creeping into his voice

"Please fuck me" you moaned, gasping when he brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. "Oh trust me doll, i will. But first, i want to have you dripping wet and ready for me. I want to make you cum on my fingers, so you're wet and ready for my cock. Do you want my fingers princess?" he continued, feeling his arousal grow when you whimpered and whined.

"Words baby girl. Or I'll just leave you here with your pathetic fingers. I bet you can't even reach all those spots inside you that make you scream, when your tiny little fingers try to please yourself. I bet you just feel like sinking into yourself, but the thought of my fingers keeps you awake. Do you do that, sweet girl? Do you pretend your fingers are mine when you're touching yourself, hmm?'

When you didn't answer, he delivered a smack to your ass, groaning when you moaned at the pleasurable sting. "Yes" you whispered abashed.

"Don't be shy baby. Its okay. I know you feel so good when I love on you. I can see it when you scream my name" and with that, his pointer finger began circling your clit, rubbing circles around it before shifting so he was rubbing the sensitive bud directly.

Your moans of ecstasy were music to his ear, a smile gracing his features, as he let his middle finger slip into you, thrusting it in and out of you. Your soft cry of "fuck" cracked when he shoved his pointer into you as well, scissoring them in and out of you

"Oh fucking hell Lew-" "Shh my darling, i didn't say you could talk, did I?" He said, fingers working at an indescribably quick pace, as the knot in your tummy tightened and threatened to loosen. "I'm gonna-" "go ahead baby" he murmured, using his pointer and thumb to pinch your clit roughly, as you came around his fingers with a scream

"Good girl. You wanna put that pretty little mouth to use somewhere else?" he asked, watching as you dropped to your knees eagerly, (just like I would do irl) reaching up to rest your hands on his hips.

"Someone's eager to suck my cock hmm? Be a good girl for me, and don't waste time" he ordered, a shudder running down his body when your nails traced the veins on his cock, and then as they reached downwards, your thumb circling his tip, collecting his pre cum on your finger. Then you shoved your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before sucking softly on your digit, rolling your eyes back. You were snapped back to reality when Lewis roughly yanked your head up, pure arousal clouding his pupils

"You better use your mouth right now, or i swear i will leave you here alone to pleasure yourself" he threatened, moaning when you took his tip into your mouth at once, sucking softly before swirling your tongue upwards.

The feel of your tongue on him made him buck his hips into your mouth, the unexpected movement pushed him quite far back in your mouth, looking up at him, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth, the sounds he was making above you fuelling you. You took him as far back as you could without gagging, as a strangled moan of "Fuck Y/N!"left his lips. He grabbed your hair, tugging upwards, the tingling on your scalp sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Fuck baby, you're gonna have to stop now, I really want to fuck you now" he growled out, pulling you up before pushing you towards to balcony railing

Lining up with your entrance, he watched as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this Y/N?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign that he was being too rough, or that you didn't want what was coming next

"Turning your head around to face him, you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I've never been more sure baby" was your affirming reply.

Kissing you back with the same fervour, he slowly pushed into you from behind, the both of you groaning in sync when your walls enveloped him. "fuck you feel so good darling. So fucking tight" lewis moaned, making you moan as well as the pleasure coursed through your veins.

Reaching around you, Lewis rubbed your clit while he continued to snap his hips against yours, making your breasts bounce against your chest, your hands gripping the balcony railing for dear life. Thank god it was dark.

He continued to rub and pinch you clit, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds. Then he shoved his fingers into your mouth, prompting you to suck on them

"Be an angel and suck on my fingers for me" he growled, moaning when your mouth eagerly closed around his fingers, sucking them with fervour.

Snapping his hips into you desperately, his hands encircled your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, swishing his fingers around in your mouth. "Fuck baby thats it, i'm gonna cum" he groaned, capturing your earlobe in between his teeth, moaning when you clenched down on him again

"Oh fucking hell-" with a moan, he came into you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to rub your clit again, sighing with satisfaction when you came around him with a scream of "Lewis!"

Panting, he dragged you back to the bed, both of you collapsing into the covers.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you curled up into his chest, letting your head droop onto his shoulder, as his fingers traced his initials onto your hip.

"Well princess, we seem to have a problem here" he said, as you snapped your head up to look at him in confusion.

"I think i'm in love with you"

♡☾☁︎

A/N - part 2? Also feel free to drop a comment, i'd really appreciate it 🤍 thank you so much for reading 🤍

[fanfic-me-up]

Best Part || Kaminari Denki x Reader

“When we wake up and then we make love, it makes me feel so nice” Best Part - H.E.R ft. Daniel Caesar

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: 18+, morning sex, dom!Denki, praise kink

A/N: This is the first fic I’m releasing for my 1k follower event! Hope you enjoy! 😊 And shoutout to @unbreakableeiji​ for reading it over and reassuring me it’s not complete shit 😭

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You wake to sunlight dotting your vision. Taking your time to stretch against the sheets, you think this is infinitely more peaceful than the brash alarm every other day of the week. You smile at your husband, asleep, and with a bit of drool slipping down his chin.

Sunday is the best day of the week; when you can sleep in and forget about the troubles of the outside world. The only way Sundays could be ruined is if your husband gets an emergency call from work. But, what can ya do? You signed up for the hectic pro-hero life the moment you said “I do.” This is why you vow to savor every moment with him. You slide the ring on your finger that’s lying on your bedside table, sparkling an iridescent yellow-gold.

Your eyes flicker to appreciate what you have, more like who you have; taking it all in before the moment passes and it’s onto the next one. Sunlight caresses his electric locks, bathing him in a golden aura; you trace the outline of the lightning bolt striking his bangs. You lean forward, softly rubbing your nose against his and his own twitching in response. His eyes remain closed, soft snores continuing to fill the room. You pout before a devilish glint takes your face. Reaching under the sheets, you palm Denki’s already half-hardened cock. It only takes a couple of strokes to stand at full attention. An alluring motif graces your ears in the form of a deep groan. Denki shifts beneath the sheets, allowing you a better grip, but you don’t give him what he wants.

“What are ya doin’ to me, baby girl?” Denki mumbles into the pillow.

“Whatever do you mean?” You bite your lip to conceal the smile threatening to break through.

Golden orbs shoot open.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he growls. 

“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” 

You peck his lips, and when you pull away he makes sure to latch onto your bottom lip with his teeth, pulling you back in. You take your time languidly exploring each other’s mouths. Denki swipes his tongue across your lip and you open up for him, meeting him in a never-ending slow dance. It’s not long before he reaches down to circles his fingers lazily along your folds, juices flowing instantly at the touch. A breathless moan escapes you when he finds your clit, warming you up just right. You dig your foot into his hip, grinding against his fingers already drenched in your slick. 

Denki stops his ministrations to show you the slick glistening his fingers, made even more obvious by the light. “Damn, baby girl, look how wet you are already and I’ve barely even touched you.” He brings a finger to his lips, eyes never leaving yours as his tongue swirls around the digit expertly. You flush at the inherent display of eroticism. 

Hiding your face in the crook of his neck, you whine a muffled, “C’mon Denki…” 

“No need to be shy, baby girl, it’s just you and me.” 

“ ’m not shy…” 

He breathes a quick laugh at how utterly untrue that is. “Then why don’t you come out of hiding?” You huff into his neck which he replies, “Please? For me?” 

Crazy how he still manages to get you shy even though you’ve been married for five years and counting. 

“You know,” he starts, “just because you can’t see me, doesn’t mean I can’t see you…” He shuffles awkwardly, “learned that from… ahem… personal experience…” 

You twist your head so your eyes pop open to meet his. “Really?” 

“There she is.” His eyes light up.

“Hey! I don’t appreciate being tricked,” you pout.

“Oh, I wasn’t lying. I used to hide behind poles thinking no one could see me.”

You don’t show a reaction of disbelief like a normal person would, already used to Denki and his… unique way of thinking. 

“I was like… ten.” 

You raise an eyebrow. 

“Okay, twelve. I was twelve. It made sense in my head, okay!?” 

“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” you say.

He narrows his eyes, a dark look replacing his jovial one. “Turn around,” Denki commands, giving your ass a soft spank enough to make you jolt.

You know better than to argue.

He slides his cock against your folds, spreading your legs so the head rubs against your clit each time.

“Mmmm… baby…” you whimper. Denki elicits a soft gasp from you as he sucks at the sensitive spot on your neck. You’re dripping between your thighs, coating Denki’s cock enough that he could easily slip in.

“Lower your hips…fuck yeah… just like that,” he groans in appreciation, “good girl...” 

The praise is not lost on you, body tingling at the approval. 

Denki grips your hips, entering you from behind. You gasp at the delicious stretch; the right amount of pleasure and pain swirling in your nether regions. He takes his time sliding into you, making sure you feel every ridge of his thick cock, loving the way your walls clench around his girth. 

You mewl at the absolute slowness, simultaneously loving and hating it. You dig your face into the covers as he rubs your pebbled nipple; and when he doesn’t move for a full minute, you wiggle your hips, desperate for just a fraction of the friction you were getting before.

“Shh… it’s okay. We got all the time in the world, baby girl.” 

You bite your lip to keep from whimpering, but you’ve never been very good at keeping quiet. It’s rare for Denki to take things slow, it’s against his nature, and the one time you wanna take things fast, of course, he’d want to take his sweet time. Oh, the irony. 

He plants a ray of kisses down your neck, and as much as you want to get on top and get this show on the road… you can tell he’s thoroughly enjoying the syrupy goodness of a Sunday morning. You twist your head to find a look of pure contentment on his face; you’d think he fell back asleep if it weren’t for the frustrating finger still toying with your nipple.

You thank the undeniable force that causes Denki to finally move. He does so slowly, not even thrusting properly all the way in and out. It’s a lazy rhythm of him slowly grinding his hips against yours. To make up for it, he slides his hand down to pay attention to your throbbing clit. It sets your body alight, an ignited spark ready to catch flame, setting fire to your entire being. 

You moan his name, knowing that gets him going. As expected, he grunts in response, bucking his hips faster. He thrusts deep enough to hit the spot that makes you scream. “Ri-right there! Mmmm…fuck baby... right…” You close your eyes, surrendering yourself to the pleasure of Denki filling you up, of feeling whole, and to the heat squeezing you from the inside out, building and building and building...

“Yeah? Right. Here?” He punctuates with a hard thrust, mercilessly ripping a shout from your throat. “You like that, baby? You like me fucking you from behind like this? Filling you up so good you feel it for days?” He slaps your ass hard before palming gently. 

“Say my name.” His voice ghosts the shell of your ear.

You only get the first syllable out before succumbing to the waves of pleasure wracking your body. Denki grabs you by the jaw, turning your face towards his. Your heart drums at the darkness shadowing his naturally light features. His eyes resemble a wicked golden-brown, only seen by you in these intimate moments. 

Denki grips tighter, enough to display dominance, but not to actually hurt. “Say. It.” He’s thrusting just shy of the spot inside of you, and his fingers have stopped rubbing your clit, like he’s waiting for you to obey before giving you what you want.

You muster up the last of your breath to moan a soft, “Denki…”

He strokes your cheek, “Good girl.”

But the tender gesture is here just as it’s gone. Denki returns to the brutal thrusting and abuse of your clit. Your eyes roll back to the sudden onslaught of pleasure. This time he doesn’t stop until you’re on the brink, muscles tightening and sucking him in deeper than he thought possible. He groans at the tight heat engulfing the whole of his cock. It’s enough to hit him like a punch to the gut. He makes sure to sheath himself all the way in as he spills into you. 

The satisfying warmth of Denki draining himself into you causes you to fall off the edge yourself. Denki continues to fuck into you (despite already finishing) helping you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Denki praises as your body shakes from the strength of the orgasm. He stares in awe at the way your lashes flutter over your cheekbones, the way your body glows under the rising sun, the way you’re no longer in control, a nonsensical flow of words and moans streaming from your mouth. This is a release you need to start off your day, and Denki is more than happy to give you what you need. Denki makes sure you get off more than once, like fireworks setting off one after another, until you’re a writhing, oversensitive mess begging him to stop. 

You both take a moment to catch your breath after your third and final orgasm. Denki’s still pressed against you, head tucked in the crook of your neck. You whimper when he pulls out, longing for him to stay, but also relieved to escape the blistering body heat.

Denki flops back to his side of the bed, completely sated, and an arm bent under his head. You curl up next to him (screw the body heat, you want cuddles!) as he wraps his other arm around you to stroke your back. 

“Damn, babe, have I mentioned how much I love Sundays?” He looks down at you; his usual goofy smile returned. 

“Oh, I don’t know, only a thousand times,” you smile. Not only has he said this in front of you, but the hero agency he works at also knows how much Denki loves Sundays and why he loves them, resulting in you and him getting into several long talks about oversharing and professionalism in the workplace. Uraraka assured you that he doesn’t go into explicit detail, mainly just gushing about how perfect you are, especially on Sundays “wink wink.” (Yep, you married a guy who actually uses the phrase “wink wink” instead of just winking.) You haven’t told Denki yet, but you secretly swoon. Despite your friends sending you joking texts on Sundays, Denki’s public displays of affection show he’s confident in his love for you, and you’d take that any day over someone who’s afraid or ashamed to be with you.

Grrrrrrrrrr

Your thoughts are interrupted by a stomach growl which isn’t yours. You raise an eyebrow at Denki who gives his best puppy-dog eyes. You already know what’s coming before he even opens his mouth. 

“Pancakes?” 

“Sounds good, babe, call me when they’re done.” You lay on your side with your back towards Denki, eyes closed like you’re going back to sleep. A minute passes before you hear shuffling and arms wrap around you.

“Please?” 

You really shouldn’t give in. It’s settled that it's Denki’s turn to make breakfast this Sunday. Your mistake was looking back because you always find it hard to resist your husband’s tried and true puppy-dog eyes.

“Ugh. Fine.” 

“Yessssss,” Denki hisses, a victory smile taking over as he makes himself more comfortable in bed.

You begrudgingly get out of bed when Denki sheepishly adds, “With chocolate chips?”

You grumble in agreeance, almost out the door when you’re stopped again.

“And whipped cream?”

“Don’t push it.”

“Sorry.”

He sinks into the covers all dejected that you can’t help but give in.

You’re in the middle of flipping a pancake while humming along to your favorite song when excited footsteps pitter patter across the kitchen floor.  

“Looks good, hun, pancakes are for sure the best part of lazy Sundays!” Denki rubs his hands together, tongue swiping over his lips.

Uhm… did your husband really just rank pancakes over you?

“Excuse me? What about the mindblowing sex we just had, huh? Or the fact that you wouldn’t even have pancakes if it weren't for me?” You cross your arms to stop yourself from whacking your husband with the spatula currently in your hand. 

He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you from behind, “You’re absolutely right.”

“I am?” 

You’re taken aback. Usually, Denki would either run away or play along with your play fights so this tenderness is unexpected.

“Of course,” he kisses your temple, “You’re the best part. Forever and always.”

[misslilli]

Hope you guys are not too busy with Fictober 😄 thank you, as always, for your amazing feedback!

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 26 - A Pivotal Peppermint Mocha

[ DS ]

He respects my wishes, of course he does, and I don’t see him before or after Thanksgiving break, except for a few glimpses from afar, across the school yard or at the farmer’s market. As time passes, each time I see him, it gets less and less painful and my funk begins to lift. My kids at school breathe a sigh of relief and my friends stop tiptoeing around me. The nights get easier, too, and I manage at least a few hours of shut-eye.

I just got home from school, a little earlier than usual and I can hear the girls chatting and laughing in the kitchen.

“…and then Squirrel rolled her eyes and said: ‘But Felix, that’s impossible, no-one can stuff 100 marshmallows into their mouth, not even your dad!’ I get such a kick out of this kid, he insisted over and over again that Moose could do it and he’ll prove it to her. You should’ve seen the exasperated look on Squirrel’s face!”

What the hell? That conversation is eerily familiar because I’ve just had it this morning at recess. Why the fuck are they referring to us as Moose and Squirrel?

They jump about a mile as I step into the kitchen, guilty looks plastered all over their faces. Sarah, who just told the story, starts to speak first. “Uuuh.. hey D, you’re home early…” My hands on my hips, I give them each a long, hard stare.

“Who. The Fuck. Are Moose and Squirrel?” They share a look I can’t decipher and Holly pulls out a chair.

“You better sit down for this, D.” I do as I’m told and glance around the table, waiting for someone to start explaining what’s going on.

Sarah and Holly both make it clear by silently staring at Alex, the calm one of our group, the one they trust can explain in a way I won’t kick their asses afterwards.

Alex folds her hands in front of her and takes a deep breath. “Okay. I’d like to preface this with stating that everything we did was done with love and because we care about you and your happiness.” ‘Oh goody, I can’t wait to see where this is going…’

“We’ve been talking about Moo- Mulder a lot at our Friday night dinners and we could tell that you liked him. When nothing happened and no-one made the first move, we thought we’d give fate little pushes in the right direction.” I stare at her, starting to panic.

“Oh God, what did you do? Is anyone else in on this thing? Is he in on this whole thing?”

“No, no, no-one knows except for us. And Miss Hannigan, but only because we needed her help with the costumes and we swore her to secrecy.” I snort, you can’t swear the town gossip to secrecy.

“So the Halloween costume was your doing? That we went to the town fair in a couple’s costume?” Alex nods. “What else?”

“Just little things, I swear. Remember when we were at the Farmer’s Market and we all had various errands to run? We saw Felix and Mulder were heading over, so we scattered to give you some alone time.” Which led to our first quasi-semi-let’s not call it a date-date, yes I remember.

“So what’s the Moose and Squirrel business then?”

“Well, since it was all a secret operation, we needed codenames. Sarah came up with a play on the first letters of your last names and we thought it was cute, especially since there’s such a big height difference between these characters too. This was how Operation: Bullwinkle was born. Of course, after the basketball fiasco, we called it off… are you mad, D?” I sit in silence for a while, taking in the things my friends came up with to set Mulder and I up.

They eye me anxiously, trying to gauge my reaction and if they should run for cover right about now.

“No, I’m not mad. It was actually a really clever secret operation and I’m kind of sad it didn’t work out the way we all wanted.” Holly lifts her shoulders, relieved that I understood that they didn’t mean to cause any harm.

“Never say never, D.”

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[ FM ]

My mom has taken Felix with her while she’s out grocery shopping, which gives me a good part of the afternoon to leave the house and roam the streets. A good way to clear my head. It’s the first week of December, but New England hasn’t been graced with snow yet, just a misty cold that seeps into your coat and straight through to your bones.

My hands are freezing because I forgot to take my gloves, so when the green logo of the local Starbucks catches my eye, I go in to warm up and get a cup of coffee.

Usually, I avoid this place like the plague, I don’t possess the fast decision making skills required to choose from the 999 combinations, just to have a cup of freakishly overpriced coffee.

I can barely get through the door, the place is jam packed and soon, I can smell why. Peppermint Mocha season starts today. The prospect of standing in line for hours almost makes me turn back, but something stops me from leaving.

Most of the people are holding a cup in their hands gleefully already, so I push my way through the crowd to where the line starts. When I reach it, I find myself dumbly staring at the back of a fiery head of hair, a shade I’d recognize anywhere in the world and in the most crowded places.

Shi-hit, does this break the ‘giving space’ rule? No, I’m just getting a cup of coffee on a cold winter day, no big deal. I don’t even have to talk to her. Yeah right, who am I kidding?

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[ DS ]

I’m way too excited about the start of Peppermint Mocha season, so here I am, in a place packed with people, patiently waiting in line to finally get my hands on that glorious to-go cup of Christmas Spirit.

I’m next in line when the person in front of me turns a little too quickly, making me take a step backwards to let them pass, bumping into the person standing behind. I mumble a “I’m sorry!” over my shoulder and freeze when I hear a familiar voice respond with an “Don’t worry about it.”

Counting to ten in my head before I turn my head, I come to face with a grinning Fox Mulder, who adds “Fancy bumping into you here!” His silly pun elicits the first genuine smile I’ve given in weeks.

“Technically, you didn’t bump into me, I bumped into you.”

He grins even wider and nudges my shoulder with his index finger. “There. So, I’m new in town, what’s good here?”

I order my Peppermint Mocha with sweet cream foam and an extra espresso shot while he pretends to gag, he orders his black coffee to my snort and the barista’s comment on what kind of first name ‘Mulder’ is. We move to stand at the end of the counter to wait for our coffees.

“Sometimes, I just want to tell them my name is Bob, just so I don’t have to explain Mulder or Fox to another barista.”

“Don’t ask me how many time’s I’ve been Donna, Danny or Dinara and one time, Daniel. I think they do it on purpose. At least yours is easy to spell, Eff - Oh - Ex.”

“Oh I bet you were a regular hit at the spelling bee, with those mad skills of yours!”

“I’m a woman of many talents, Bob.”

The barista calls out our names, ‘Peppermint Mocha for Daisy, black coffee for Mouldy’ and we reach out to accept our respective cups. Pushing out way to the crowd, we continue our conversation.

“Daisy? That's not even remotely close to my real name… but Mouldy is freaking priceless!” Her giggle at their slip up almost makes it worth it to have a shitty first name.

“Yeah, yeah, make fun of the guy with the funny name. I kind of like Daisy, though, it’s a pretty name!”

I’m so happy to see that we turn to head in the same direction, strolling along the crowded sidewalk, sipping our coffee. I have to walk pretty fast to keep up with his long strides.

“It is, yeah! So tell me, Eff- Oh- Ex, how much flak did you have to take way back in the day, when “What does the Fox say?” came out?” I shudder at the memory.

“They didn’t tease me with it. Much. Just a lot of ring-ding-dingalinging. It became a thing in my friend group, whenever they asked me something, they’d add ‘So what does the Fox say?’. It went on a long time and they still do it sometimes, when we get together, just to drive me nuts!”

“I hope for your sake that Felix never discovers that song, he’d have a field day!” Oh God, she’s right. Must keep him away from it at all costs. At my panic face, she laughs an evil laugh. “We do listen to a lot of music at recess…”

“Oh no, you wouldn’t!” I point an icy finger at her. “Promise me you wouldn’t!”

“Well, it does have a lot of educational material in it, with all the animal sounds…”

“I’ll have you know that you hold my sanity in your hands, handle with care!”

“I hear they have a lot of fun pills at the asylum, maybe I’ll come visit so you can sneak me some!”

We come to stand at the junction where we have to part ways and she raises her cup.

“Have a good day, Mouldy!”

“You too, Daisy!”

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[ DS ]

I think about the strange but fun encounter all the way home, the world didn’t end like I thought it would when we met again and it was a rather pleasant conversation. Like a conversation between long-time friends, even though friendship is not exactly what I’m looking for here. But it’ll have to do, for now. It’s just nice to talk to him again.

[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [0.7]

Masterlist

The sun was high in the sky, bright and casting everything in a flattering golden light. The grass blades beneath Eva's body pricked at her fair skin and Remington's hair tickled her spine, the May heat was blazing but she was happy as she proofread her latest article.

Remington had his white heart-shaped sunglasses on, and Eva was sure he must've been asleep from how still he was. She broke her attention from her laptop and looked over her shoulder, stormy blue eyes gliding over the expanse of his torso and the many tattoos that were like a gallery to his world. A gallery that she had the pleasure of enjoying just for herself.

With a sharp intake, Remington stirred when he felt he was being watched. And when he saw Eva's delicate face looking back at him, he smiled back, face thick with sleep but he looked happy.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"Just checking on you," she replied coyly, "You comfortable?"

"Yes I am. Had no idea you made such a good pillow," he grinned, to which Eva simpered amusedly, "How's your article coming?"

"Just proofing before I send it," she said.

"How much you getting for it?"

"Seven hundred and fifty bucks"

He gave a stirring whistle, settling down against her flank and closing his eyes, "Make that money, Eva,"

Eva was quiet as he nestled down again, but she kept her eyes fixated on his body. She admired the way the light bounced over the sunscreen-slick film on his skin, and how effortlessly pretty and cool Remington looked in contrast to the lush green grass beneath him. The tips of her fingers brushed at the cooler blades beneath her chest, fighting the urge to reach over and touch the ink on his bicep.

And just like that, a new poem jingled in her brain and sprinted to her fingertips. The poem was drafted in minutes, and as Eva read it over and over to herself she was at a loss as to whether she should publish it to her blog. She knew Remington had looked at her poetry, and she wondered what he would think if she posted a piece about him. Or what his fans would think if they happened to find her blog. Would people even know it was about him?

Nevertheless, she took another glance at his rising and falling chest. In her lens she looked at him like a muse, a piece of art that she wanted to record and worship with her words. And that feeling made her nervous.

... But it also had her simmering with excitement.

"You're still staring at me," he suddenly said, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

Eva rolled her eyes, though a sheepish grin spread across her own lips as she pushed her laptop across the grass, "Let me up,"

Remington's eyes snapped open again as he lifted his head so Eva could get to her feet, "You alright?" he asked.

"I'm just gonna' get something drink. You want anything?" she replied.

"I'm good," he threw his hands behind his head as he laid back down in the grass, "I'll guard your computer for you,"

Eva chuckled, "You're so brave,"

"Aren't I?"

Eva slipped her tank back over her bikini top, rubbing at the hot spot where Remington's hair had prickled over her skin. Her hand seemed to shake as she pulled back the glass sliding door, quickly slipping inside and finding Emerson sat on the couch with his notebook and variety of charcoals. Pepper was sleeping at his feet, but she perked up and tried to crawl to the top of the couch when she heard Eva's footsteps.

Emerson turned to his neighbour, "You okay, Eva?"

"Yeah," the small brunette replied, "Could I grab some water?"

"Of course," he smiled, "You know where the glasses are,"

"Thanks," she grabbed herself a glass of cold water and headed back for the door, stopping when she peaked over Emerson's shoulder and gazed in awe at the gothic victorian architecture covering two full pages in his journal, "That's so sick,"

"Thanks," he replied happily, "Did Remington tell you about our graphic novel?"

"He did. Did you illustrate everything?" she asked incredulously.

Emerson shrugged sheepishly, "I had a lot of help. I'll let you read the first copy that comes out, if you'd want"

"That would be awesome,"

It was then an idea stirred in the back of Emerson's head, "Do you write any fictional stuff?"

Eva shrugged, debating whether she should bring up her fanfiction hobby, "... I've dabbled,"

Emerson smiled, "Well, I'm planning to make these into a series. When we start drafting the next volume, would you want to work on it with us?"

Eva's heart nearly leapt into her throat, "You serious?"

"Why not?" he shrugged, "It's always more fun working with friends, anyway,"

Eva's face flushed, "Emerson, I'm honoured! I'd love to work with you guys,"

Over in the backyard, Remington shifted and sat up from his nap. He blinked his eyes a few times to get used to the sudden influx of light, then focusing in on the shadowy silhouette of Eva and Emerson in the house. He watched her smile, and the hand that wasn't holding a water glass came to rest on her chest. He wondered what they were talking about: probably art, the pandemic, the album party that was coming up this week.

Or was it possible that they were talking about him?

Remington took a glance at her macbook, the screen having just fell asleep. Curiosity got the better of Remington, he wondered why Eva kept glancing at him between her writing. He checked again and Emerson and Eva were still having their conversation, and Remington reached over and tapped the touchpad, bringing the laptop back to life. Eva's main page was her article about dog fighting and the people who ran these gambling rings, but Remington clicked on the open Tumblr tab. A draft of a new poem stared back at him, and before he knew what he was doing he was reading it word-for-word.

"You sleep soundly, protected by the company of

snakes, angels, and demons.

They guard your organs, flesh, and muscles.

Without moving eyes they watch the world pass you by

While you're none the wiser, drunk on beer and sunstroke.

The breath that leaves you fans over a crest of regality, valiance,

The summer grass tries to scratch away the frowns of the skulls on your arms,

You've come too far to continue to be sad.

At least, that's the impression I get.

I like your homage to the illuminati: that little triangle below your intestine

forever searches for lies and enlightenment.

Or maybe you just decided that it looked cool?

And I love that angel, clinging to your spine as you dive into the four corners of hell

Yet it drags you back to the surface, reminding you of the better qualities you have

that overshadow the bad ones.

Your body is a gallery, and I've bought myself a ticket.

I only planned to take the basic tour, a brief introduct --"

Remington quickly clicked back to Eva's article when he heard the door sliding open again, but Eva had caught him snooping. She looked down at him quizzically.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her standing figure blocking out the searing sun.

Remington glanced back at the screen, "Reading about the bastards who exploit defenseless animals and force them into fighting for monetary gain," he replied quickly, "Very profound work,"

Eva had the mind to know he was spouting straight bullshit, but she didn't press on, "Thank you," she set down her water glass and started to pull off her shorts.

"Your thirst quenched?" he asked.

"Yes, and now I'm going to go for a swim," she smiled, "You're more than welcome to join me,"

Remington sat back as her tank top fell to the ground, revealing the small flower tattoo on her ribs peeking out from the band of her bikini. Eva stood at the edge of the pool, shook out her hair, and dived head first into the crystalline water. Remington smiled to himself as he stood up, his heart thrumming as fast as a hummingbird could bat its wings when as the words he read fluttered behind his eyes.

She was writing a poem about him.

Eva emerged from the water just as Remington took a running start, and without warning, cannonballing into the water beside her. As she wiped the water from her eyes more had splashed over her head. Remington broke out of the water seconds later, laughing when he saw the scowl on Eva's face.

"You're so fucking chaotic!"

"You love me,"

The album was to drop this Thursday at midnight, and they were going to stream and celebrate its release at Sebastian's place with a party. A small party, with Daniel, Andrew, their mom, and their girlfriends.

And of course, Eva had been invited.

Remington assured her it was just going to a small casual affair, and all she needed to bring was her "gorgeous smile". Those were the words he used. Nevertheless, Eva had a constant flutter in the pit of her stomach as Thursday neared; annoyed because no matter what she pulled out of her closet she seemed to have nothing to wear, and popping advil because her period decided to pay her an early visit the morning of the party.

Remington continued to check Eva's Tumblr and Instagram pages now and again, wondering if she had posted the rest of that poem. He felt a little guilty about snooping, and he wondered what her reaction would be if she knew he had looked. Or perhaps she already knew that he had and she was only letting it slide because she didn't want to talk about it. And as he stood in the shower on the morning of the party, not snapping out of his thoughts until Emerson banged on the door loudly for his turn, Remington began to realize he wanted Eva so much more than he should have for a friend.

Pluto lay diligently at the foot of Eva's bed while she worked, wearing a face mask to hopefully keep her period acne at bay. She read through her most recent poems, a shiver crawling up her spine every time she read them. It was scary because within the last few days, she realized Remington had become the muse she examined and picked apart in her pieces. It wasn't that she hadn't written about boys before, she had, but they didn't elicit the same excitement Remington did when he touched her; or when he was even near her.

In the two and some months she had come to know him, Eva's world had grown so small and yet exploded so suddenly in such little time. Remington was a firecracker of wild colors that splattered across the folds of her brain and drew her into him like a moth to the light. She wanted to watch him move, work, and no matter what she wanted to make him smile. After listening to his music, she knew how badly he needed to be happy. And there was a part of her that wondered what it would be like; how would he be with her if they started a relationship? What's it like dating a rockstar? She imagined the day-to-day wouldn't be very different from how they were now: great friends just one step further on the scale of intimacy.

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted it. She wanted him.

✧✧✧

Remington's tongue tingled as he approached the complex courtyard in the late evening, his gaze flying to her balcony to hopefully get a small glimpse of Eva. He smashed the call button for her apartment and waited for her sweet voice to pick up.

"Yellow!" she answered happily.

"It's your friendly neighbourhood psychopath," Remington smiled as he spoke into the speaker.

Eva chuckled, "Come on up! I got the door open,"

The front door clicked and Remington slipped inside, his mask over his face as he waved to the landlord who was too nose deep in his newspaper to give a damn about him.

He pulled his mask down and knocked first before entering Eva's apartment, first being greeted by Pluto who leapt out of his bed and began to rub himself against his pant leg. Remington scooped him up in his arms.

"It's good to see you too, buddy!" he cooed at the cat, "Are you coming to the party with us? Maybe if we ask nicely your mom will take you?"

Remington's attention diverted from Pluto when he heard Eva walk in from behind. Turning around, any words he had were suddenly stuck in his throat when his eyes fell over her. Just when Remington thought she couldn't look any more gorgeous, she blew all his expectations out of the water in a body-hugging black, white, and red plaid dress, white sandals on her feet and her short hair loose and wavy. She only had on mascara and some eyeliner, but in his opinion, Eva didn't need any more than that.

She was absolutely beautiful.

Her smile faltered when Remington hadn't said a word, not even a hello, "... You're looking at me weird," she said, bordering on panic as she glanced at her dress, "Do I look weird? 'Cause I can go change --"

Remington quickly snapped out of it, "N-No! You're fucking gorgeous," he gaped, "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare like that --"

"No, it's okay," she assured him, smiling sheepishly as her heart skipped a beat, "You look really good, too. Yellow suits you nicely,"

Remington chuckled, continuing to cradle Pluto as he glanced at his pants, "See -- me and Emerson got into a debate. I say they're yellow, he think they're lime,"

Eva shrugged, "Regardless, they're on the citrus spectrum," she grinned, going to grab her purse, "Are you sure I can't bring anything? Like a bottle of wine, or --"

"Nope! Seb's got all the alcohol we'll need," he replied, "You can bring Pluto if you want, though. Emerson's gonna' bring Pepper,"

"He's better off here where I know he'll be safe. Over there, I'll constantly be worried if he's trying to tear up the carpet or... or eating another shoe," Eva shook her head.

Remington shrugged as he set Pluto down, "Just as well, I don't think he and Pepper like each other," he said.

"Oh really? What gave that away?" Eva asked in mock disbelief, "The constant hissing, the yapping, the growling? The cat's staying here,"

"Sorry bud, I tried," he said to Pluto. The tabby spun his tail before striding off back to his bed.

Eva took a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling, "He'll be fine," she sighed.

Remington cocked his head, "You okay?"

"Yeah," she nodded quickly, "It's that time of the fucking month again and my stomach does not like me,"

He swallowed with uncertainty, "... It's just a period thing, right? You're not losing taste or smell or anything, right?"

"No, it's just a period thing," she assured him, "I'll be fine. I feel like shit, but I just need some fresh air and some good music,"

"Lucky for you, I can provide all of those things. And just to reiterate, you look fantastic," he said.

"You're sweet," she smiled, slinging her denim jacket on and clutching her purse, "Shall we?"

"We shall," Remington quickly held the door open for her, "After you, my lady,"

"Why thank you, kind sir,"

[haileygarciasunshine]

The Scene

Pairing: Adam Driver x Reader

Word Count: 966

Warning: None

Requested: Yes!🥰✨🥺 

Adam Driver Masterlist

The sun was radiant as it shone through your bedroom window, causing you to groan. Rolling over, you were met with a broad chest, which caused your boyfriend, to let out a low groan in return.

With the sun shining through the window, it illuminated Adams face. Bringing your hand up to cupping his cheek. Adam, began to stir awake after he sensed you were awake.

Not bothering to opening his eyes, his groggy morning voice broke the silence, “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning, handsome.” Giving him a smile, even though his eyes were still closed.

Sighing, you said, “We should get dressed, so we can be on set.”

Groaning Adam tightened, his grip on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

“Baby. Five more minutes, please?”

You and Adam, have been dating for only a few minutes, it was fairly new still. Not wanting to go public with your relationship just yet, it was a mutual agreement to keep it a secret. 

Adam had gotten a part in the ‘What If,’ movie, co-starring opposite, Daniel Radcliffe. You were close friends with both men, long before the movie was able to be produced. Once the movie was accepted, Daniel immediately, asked the casting directors if you could be in the movie as well. Daniel, introduced you to Adam, before filming began. Nobody, not even the cast or crew knew that you were dating Adam. Today, was the day that the sex scene would be filmed, between you and Adam.

After you both arrived on set, it was a few hours before either of you saw each other again. You spent an hour in hair and makeup, one of your close friends was one of the hair and makeup artists. This caused you to spend time together goofing off, catching up from the weekend, typical things that you both did whenever you had gotten hair and makeup. Next, was when you had to get into your costume, it didn’t take that much time to get into your clothes for the scene.

Adam and Daniel, had already been filming for the past few hours that you were getting ready. You were feeling, a little bit intimidated since, you were working with acting veterans who could nail the scene in one try. Being fairly, new to the acting scene, made you hesitate. 

Situating yourself to sit in Adams lap, your attention was focused on the directors and production team, on the side of the set. 

A large hand, moved your hair off of your shoulder tucking it behind your ear. His warm breath fanned over your ear. His one of his hands was clapped down on your thigh holding you in place, while the other was resting lowly on your hip. 

“And.... Action!” The director yelled.

Snapping your attention to Adam, he looked at you with wide eyes, not expecting your reaction. Crashing your lips onto his, a low moan was elicited from the man under you. The passion you had for each other, caused everything else fall away. Opening your mouth, he shoved his tongue into your mouth, making you moan in return. His lips, began kissing down your jaw to your neck feverishly, placing kisses all around your neck. Grabbing his jaw, you pulled his mouth back to yours. Your fingers, were running through his black thick hair.

“Cut!”

“Y/N! Adam!” The director got up from his chair, clapping his hands as he made his way over to you both, “That was amazing! Great job!”

Both of you, were panting out of breath from being able to show affection for each other, forgetting where you were. Daniel, shot you and Adam a curious look, but didn’t bother saying anything. Reluctantly, you pulled yourself off of Adams lap, making your way back to your trailer. There wasn’t anymore scenes for that day that you would need to be present for.

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The cast members, were doing interviews about the movie, doing press meet and greets. The most often question was for you and Adam. “Was it hard feeling, the scene?” or “Y/N, it looks like you and Adam, had real chemistry during the movie!”

Both of you tried your best to avoid ousting your relationship during the interviews, especially since the interviewers had been grilling you guys.

“Y/N.” Adam started from the other room, putting the finishing touch on his suit, “I don’t want to hide anymore.” 

Looking at him, you were struggling with the zipper of your dress.

“Turn around babe. Let me help.”

Following his instructions, you turned around. 

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Both you and Adam arrived at the red carpet. You hadn’t given him an answer from the conversation earlier, that night. Adam, was keeping his distance from you on the red carpet.

Deciding that you agreed with him, you made your way to him. He attention was on the interviewer, answering her question, he hadn’t heard you walk up to him. 

“Well I think -mph.”

He was cut off once you, took a hold of his jaw, turning his head towards you, planting your lips on his, kissing him. He was stunned for a few seconds before he responded, placing his hands on your hip, briefly, deepening the kiss. Once again, Adam had taken over your senses, not noticing where you were, or what you were doing.

“Are you getting this?”

Suddenly, you pulled away from Adam, earning a whimper from the towering muscular man above you. He had followed you, as you tried pulling away, bringing his lips back to yours keeping contact with them.

The sound of someone clearing their throat finally got Adams attention. Pulling back from you, he rested his forehead against yours. 

“No going back.” You whispered, grinning from ear to ear.

Returning your smile, he murmured, “No going back.”

[trashi-bee]

Three’s a Crowd

Pairing: stripper! reader x Tommy x Nikki x Vince 

Warnings: 18+! (lots of smut), unprotected sex, hair pulling, degradation?, foursome, mentions of alcohol/drugs, face fucking, over stimulation, honestly just a fucking wild ride

Lil summary: you meet Tommy at the club and he introduces you to his friends

This is the first fan fic I've ever posted so please be nice-ish!

Adjusting the skirt that had ridden up into a thick band around your hips, you recoiled, looking back in distaste towards the older man sitting on the velvety, red sofa. “Oh come on baby, I paid, shouldn’t I be allowed to see a little more skin?”, you scoffed, turning in your heels to make your way towards the bar. 

Becoming a stripper wasn’t your original plan, but when bills started to pile up and adding another job into your already busy schedule wasn’t feasible, you decided it was your only option. Hell, you’d made more these past few months than you would’ve in a few years at your previous jobs, but the customers weren’t always so courteous. 

Pushing through the tightly knit crowd alongside the bar, you waited to be noticed. A soft tap on your right shoulder prompted you to roll your eyes, after the sour encounter with your last patron you couldn’t be bothered to deal with another. “Hey, look buddy, I’m off the clock at the moment so if you could leave me-“ turning your head to look at the man you were about to turn down, your gaze fell upon his face. Fuck, he was hot. “Ah man, I’m sorry, was just looking to buy a pretty lady a drink is all”, your demeanor changed, a smirk making its way onto your face “I’m sorry, hun, go ahead.. I’d love a Jack and Coke” 

“Ahhh good choice, my kinda girl”, extending his right hand, he sports a boyish grin and introduces himself “Oh, I’m Tommy, by the way” connecting your, much smaller, palm with his you giggled.His juvenile attitude was refreshing on a night like this. “Nice to meet you Tommy, I’m Y/N” 

“Pretty fuckin’ name for a pretty fuckin’ girl” he quipped, sliding your drink of choice across the smooth counter top into your hand. One swig was all it took, the familiar burn that enveloped your throat brought a smile to your face, nothin’ like a little liquid courage. 

“You know, me and two buddies are sittin’ in a private booth, if you’d like to join?”, he points behind himself, eagerly waiting for you to answer, a pout playing on his lips. There’s no way you could say no to this guy. The moment words of approval left your mouth he had taken your hand into his and lead you across the club. 

Keeping up with a man so tall and quick had proven difficult, your heels clicking against the floor as you scurried behind Tommy. It wasn’t very often you’d be invited into the VIP section, the few clientele that were provided access to these booths having already chosen a regular performer to visit. 

Upon entering the small, lavish room, lined wall to wall with soft, red material, furnished with a comically large, rounded couch and a circular table, your eyes fell on the two attractive men sat together, nose deep in a white powder sprawled across the table top. Tommy had squeezed your hand, giddy about announcing your arrival “boys, meet Y/N, Y/N meet Nikki-” his finger pointed towards the black haired, leather clad, bad boy to the left “-and Vince” your gaze now guided to the blondie on the right. 

Vince eyes you long enough to take in your attire, shamelessly ogling every curve along your body. Tommy places his hand on your lower back, sharing a wink with Vince as he wedges you between himself and Nikki, who still hasn’t lifted his head off of the table top. 

The sudden shift in weight prompted him to raise his head, wiping the remaining power off of his nose with the back of his hand. He laughs, popping open what you presume isn’t tonight's first bottle of Jack Daniels, “you a dancer, hunny?”

The mixture of the shot you had taken a few minutes prior, the feeling of being trapped between the most alluring men you’ve ever seen, and having Nikki glare into your eyes elicited a reaction in your groin you couldn’t ignore. 

“Only when I need to be”, you answer, your attention falling on Nikki and the suggestive look he gives Tommy. “You give Tommy here a show yet?”, you shake your head in response, your hand snaking its way up the side of Tommy’s upper thigh. You feel him shift beneath your touch. 

You look back at Tommy and notice an undeniable tent forming in his skin tight leather pants, his face flush. “Look, you really don’t have to-“, his sentence stopped short as you pulled yourself into his lap, your core scarcely hovering above his bulge. 

Vince whistles, his hand ghosting above his crotch as he pears above Nikki’s shoulder, “let the girl have a little fun, would you?”, Tommy grabs the liquor in Nikki’s palm, taking a swig and bringing his attention back to you “fuck, give em’ a show then, kitten”

The attention you’re receiving leaves you feeling exposed, the friction generated as you grind your core against Tommy only elevating the feeling of vulnerability. Sure, you were far from shy, but being directed was something you weren’t used to, you always called the shots. 

Tommy’s demeanor had shifted, his reluctant manner beginning to fade, a new aura enveloping his being. Your lips graze his, a guttural growl bubbles up from deep within his throat, the sudden jerk of your head causes you to gasp. Nikki uses the leverage he has on your hair to turn your face towards his, “I really don’t like when little girls tease” 

You pull your bottom lip forward, batting your eyelashes in your best attempt to convey innocence. Nikki huffs, the mischievous glint you catch in his eye has you on edge, he lifts your chin in order to bring your gaze level with his own, “now tell Tommy you’re sorry for being a tease” 

You puff, looking back at Tommy, your response laced with attitude “I’m sorry Tommy”, your line of sight falling back on Nikki, “was that good enough?”. 

Nikki looks to Vince for an answer, he flashes a smile that sends a wave of heat down to your core, “you fuckin’ kindin’ me?, I think this lil’ whore needs to be taught whose in charge”, before you could process the words that left the blondes mouth you felt Tommy wrap his hand around the base of your throat, lifting you off of his crotch with ease, tossing you on the floor in front of him. 

He leans forward, his hand tightening around your neck, an additional hand snaking up the back of your head and into your hair, “you gonna be a good little bitch and do what you’re told?”, You wish that you could refuse, but the ever-growing patch of slick forming in between your thighs has rendered you senseless, “yes, Tommy” 

“Good fucking girl-“, fishing himself from the confinement of his pants, he pumps himself a few times in preparation, a sinister look making its way onto his face “now suck me off in front of my friends” 

Your hand replaces his own at the base of his cock, lifting his length in order to gain access to the underside, licking from his balls to his tip. The length of his manhood is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before, this becomes even more evident as you try, and fail, to take him all into your mouth, gagging before your lips could come flush with his pelvis.

Taking advantage of your vulnerability, Tommy takes your head into his grasp and forces you to take the entirety of his cock, pumping into your throat with such a velocity that drool oozes from the edge of your mouth, pooling at his groin.

Tear-filled eyes peer upwards, the sight of Vince working his hand around his length while attentively watching you come undone under Tommy’s sheer force makes your legs feel weak and your mind go blank. You’re somewhat brought back to consciousness when you feel Nikki pushing your skirt up around your hips, prodding at your damp hole through your barely-there underwear. 

The pressure being applied onto your nether regions prompts a moan to bubble from the base of your stomach, getting caught in your throat and coming out as a set of pathetic, muffled gurgles. The vibration encourages Tommy to increase his already violent pace, his momentum coming to a halt as he pushes you to take the whole of his cock into your throat one last time, plugging your nose as to cut off your already severely restricted air flow. 

Pulling from your mouth, Tommy takes you by your hair and passes you to Vince. The blonde hooks his thumb into your mouth, holding your face, a devious grin plays upon his lips. He watches as you gasp, the thin fabric of your panties being forcefully removed from your body. 

Nikki pauses from behind, “beg for it”, the broad tip of his length barely making contact with your weeping cunt. Vince releases you from his grasp, your face falling into his lap, “please Nikki- please fill my pussy”, he pushes a little further, inching agonizingly slowly into your depths, catching you off guard as he pumped his entire length into your sensitive core. 

Nikki grabs a hold of your arms, hauling you towards his chest, your face lifting off of Vince’s lap and up into the air. 

Vince chuckles, slowly moving his hand up and down his girth as he watches Nikki ravage your body, mouth agape as you attempt to comprehend the pleasure jolting through your abdomen, “you look real cute like that, kitten”

“She does, doesn’t she?” Tommy remarks, his slender form coming into your view, kneeling down beside you and coming level with your face. “Think you could handle two?”, the mere proposition leaving you feeling disoriented, having been pushed to the point in which you’re nearly unable to form any coherent sentence, you manage to mutter out a few words “oh god- yes”

“She’s already so fucking tight, it’s gonna be fun breaking you in two, kitten” Nikki snarls, releasing your hands and allowing you to once again fall into Vince’s lap, making you level with his cock. The thick vein running alongside his length pulsating under his touch as he continues to pleasure himself. 

Tommy settles himself on the sofa, extending his bare legs outwardly to settle on the tables ledge. His sizable cock still rock solid, demanding immediate attention. “Come sit on my dick, baby” 

Crawling towards him like a mindless doll, you claw your way onto his lap. Straddling your hips above his painfully hard length. Although you’ve barely had enough alcohol to do any extensive damage, in the moment you felt intoxicated. The world around you spinning, every sound becoming muffled. Never have you been taken in such a feral manner. 

Gliding his impressive girth along your seeping hole brings you back into a cohesive state, a stinging sensation spreads across your face as you gasp in bewilderment. “I said- sit on my fucking cock” You nod eagerly, his threatening demeanor sending shock waves of excitement through your body and down into your already abused core, enticing you to sink down onto his length. You let out a desperate whine as he fills you just as Nikki had moments earlier. 

Taking it upon himself to be in control, he snakes his long arms around your torso and holds you in place, gliding in and out into your abused sex with a steady rhythm. Being put through so much blissful abuse in such a condensed amount of time has you going off the deep end, the flow of juices cascading down Tommy’s length and onto his crotch makes his abuse audible, the room thick with the smell of sex and the sound of the wet assault occurring on your tightening heat. 

“Didn’t forget about me already, have you, love?” Nikki’s hand finds your hair, cranking your head back at an unnatural angle so that you’d be able to stare up into his darkening eyes. You feel his intrusive digits begin to toy with your tight ass, his actions eliciting a gasp to fall from your lips. 

Fully sheathing his finger in your hole, he chuckles “Tell daddy how eager you are to be stretched over two cocks” the excitement bubbling in your stomach, reaching your mouth as you enthusiastically whine, “fuck- abuse my fucking body- please” 

“Fuck, you think that’s good enough, Tommy?” , your attention is turned towards the man currently hallowing out your sex, your face falling into his clavicle as you mewl and lick, doing your best to convince the otherwise brutal lover into approving your plead for more. 

Upon viewing your desperate attempt for further stimulation, Tommy chuckles to himself. “I think this little bitch deserves to be entirely filled-“ he points to Vince, “I think you should have every fucking orifice stuffed to the absolute brim, think you can do that?”, You eagerly agree, the thought even better than the one proposed previously. 

“Fuck- okay”, the strikingly beautiful blonde takes it upon himself to scoot closer to you on the sofa, his fully erect member looking for the attention it’s been denied all evening thus far. You whine, pulling on Nikki’s hand as he still had your skull suspended in his grip. He guides you towards Vince, shoving your face onto his cock, your mouth easily enveloping his manhood. 

At nearly the same instance, Nikki pulls his finger from your ass and begins to prod at your rim with his length, grunting as he forcefully opens your hole. The sudden sensation of being impaled upon three of the most impressive cocks you’ve ever seen takes you by surprise, your entire body feeling as though it’s been set alight from the inside, each individual nerve screaming with pure delight. 

Completely letting loose, your jaw slacks around Vince’s cock, allowing him to pump into your throat without any resistance. Your frame falling flat on Tommy’s chest as he and Nikki continue their assault on your holes, as one leaves your body, the other returns, never leaving you completely empty... a feeling you’ve never experienced before. 

The feeling of being overstimulated in such a sweet way already has you so close to exploding. You mindlessly gurgle on Vince’s cock, failing to contain the pleasure you’re currently experiencing. 

Pathetically spent, you’re absolutely unable to contain your delight. Your weakness given away by the way you shake underneath their touch, all three men aware of the turmoil you’re being put through. 

“Gonna cum already, kitten?” Nikki calls from behind, bringing his large hand down with a crack along your behind. Unable to talk due to the sizable cock down your throat you whine, throwing your body back in order to meet with their thrusts.

“Aw, come on then, let her cum” Vince replies, his voice saturated in false empathy. His pace within your mouth quickens, causing strings of drool to ooze from your lips and drip onto the sofa. All three intense sensations force you into a state of pure ecstasy, a feeling beyond anything you’ve ever experienced before. 

Nothing else mattered besides them, the primal feeling they provided you. Your skin aflame, your core twitching and convulsing, your body being washed with wave after wave of immense, unstoppable delight. “AH- Please don’t stop!” 

Tommy’s the second to lose control, his hips faltering, his pace uneven and sporadic. You could feel his member twitch deep within your sensitive walls. “Fuck- gonna claim you as mine” you feel his arms pull you in close, a few more thrusts and he explodes. Pulling from your cunt, his cock slips out, alongside a lewd spill of his seed. 

Working to keep you in progress, Tommy holds the back of your head and continues to work your mouth around Vince’s cock, making you gag along his length. The vibration from your throat and the sight that had just unraveled before him had caused him to break down, his high hitting him faster than he had intended. 

Taking your face into his hands, he glides you flush onto his base. Filling your throat with string after string of sweet nectar, pulling out only when he’s sure you had swallowed every ounce. 

Seeing as you’ve finished off Vince, Nikki takes it upon himself to take full control, pulling you up into his chest and nipping at your neck. He snarls beneath your ear, speaking only loud enough for you to hear “Gonna fill every fuckin’ hole of yours, bitch”. He pumps into your ass a few more times, pulling you as close to his body as humanly possible to fill you to full capacity. 

As he pulls from your body, Nikki picks you up, the motion easy as you’re unable to control a single muscle. He gently places you onto the velvet sofa, spent and used. 

Looking across the room you come to realize what you’ve just endured, a lazy, cum drunk smile making its way onto your face. Maybe your job wasn’t so bad. 

[burning-clutch]

The Not So Grim Reaper

Read on A03 Here Pairings: None Trigger Warnings: mild blood and cartoon style violence  Author: @burning-clutch (Team Ghost) Word count: 4291 Prompt by:  All-hail-trash-prince / KitKat Cat  FFN: the-trash-prince

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 It was the third anniversary of the half death day of one Daniel Fenton and said teen was not exactly sure how to feel about the matter. He had been contacted by none other than the master of the timeline, Clockwork, to let him know that today was going to be a big important day for him…

 So he was understandably nervous…

 The ancient ghost had taken a vested interest in him, sure, but Danny was pretty sure it was mostly to spite the Observants who had their hands in the old ghost’s work. Regardless of the reason though, when clockwork spoke or rather wrote him a note or some other such thing, he knew well it was important and he needed to heed whatever it was.                  At least it was a Saturday, so he didn’t need to worry about school, however, when his ghost sense went off causing him to exhale a wispy billow of cold air, he silently wished that the ghosts could give him a couple of days off a week as well.

 With a reluctant sigh, Danny transformed in his bedroom before taking off and heading off towards the location he’d felt the strongest pull from the ectoplasmic disruption. It was downtown, a great start overall, though what was odd was as of yet there was no destruction… no running people trying desperately to escape an ethereal threat…

 It was uncomfortably calm actually…

 Danny frowned and spun about trying to focus inwards to locate where the pull was. His eyes flashed open in an instant when he felt it, his ghost sense going off for a second time as he honed into the feeling. Whatever ghost had decided to pay him a visit today was powerful. Scarily so to elicit such a strong reaction from his ghost sense.

 He flew up towards the ghost, he was eager but weary. There was no outright attack yet so he wanted to hold out hope that whatever ghost was up here was peaceful.

 Danny was not prepared for a lanky ghost in a solid black robe looking out over the city from the highest building in Amity. Danny opened his mouth to speak but the stranger beat him to it. “Ah, Phantom… or do you prefer Daniel? Or some other such derivative of that?” the ghost asked, not even shifting in the slightest.

 Danny was unnerved by that. The ghost had a deep voice, gruff but buttery smooth… it had a strange resonance in it that made it sound both soothing and unsettling at the same time. Still, Danny was on guard. Ghosts could go from zero to a hundred really fast, and he’d been bitten by that ruse far too often to have not learned at this point… Still, he was always an optimist and any chance to get out of this without a fight he’d take it.

 “And you are?” Danny asked, trying to keep his tone as neutral as possible to this potentially dangerous and powerful spectre.

 “Oh silly me, how rude.” The ghost chuckled out before turning around with a flourish. The ghost was bone white and rail thin, with ruby red eyes that shone with mirth around a deep navy blue iris. With the black cloak closed all Danny could see was the white glow around him and the elongated face of the ghost. As he laughed he revealed a long set of fangs both upper and lower hidden away by bone white lips.

 “My name is Mortimer, Morty for short if you’d rather. Most people prefer it anyway.” the ghost, Morty mused with a small tap of his white slender finger to his lips. “Ah well, that’s not important what is as that you’re a prompt kid, and I like that. Pleasure,” he stuck out a hand to shake.

 Danny eyed the hand suspiciously before grasping the pale appendage into his own. There was a cool and electric feeling radiating from Mortimer, that just screamed of power, but the literal grim grinning ghost before him seemed nice enough.

 “Right, introductions out of the way, now we can get down to brass tax hm?” the pale ghost said releasing Danny’s hand and clapping his own together with a soft and chalky sounding smack.

 “What?” Danny blinked stupidly. “You're a tax collector ghost?” he asked, making a face of confusion.

 “What? Oh Ancients, no! I am a collector of sorts and you Phantom,-”

 “Are going to be the newest thing in your weird collection? No thanks.” Danny scoffed having interrupted the ghost.

 “You don’t even know what the offer is and besides it’s not exactly something you can refuse being what you are, and how you have handled yourself up until now,” Morty said with a flippant wave of his hand. “Your fate was sealed into this the moment Clockwork took an interest in you.”

 “Clockwork? Where does he fit into this? With you?” Danny huffed feeling a little more angered by the second now.

 “Well, it’s your third death day right?” Danny nodded. “Well, today is when you officially transition from a kid to a teen, well from a ghostly standpoint anyway,” Morty said with a tilt of his head revealing a thin whisp of flame like hair that looked to be hardly there at all on his ebony ectoplasmic flesh.

 Danny blinked a few times as his mind caught up with that. This guy had mentioned Clockwork and Clockwork had mentioned today would be important… So…  “You’re who I was supposed to be looking out for today?” Danny asked.

 “I mean maybe? Were you told a reaping recruiter was comin’ to get you?” Morty asked in kind. “Because if you were that makes this a whole lot simpler.”

 “A what?” Danny barely got out before the other ghost grabbed his arm and thrust him forward into a ghost portal. Instantly Danny engaged his flight and rounded on Morty, fists flaring only to stop cold when he saw where he was brought.

 The literal valley of death.

 Morty now had out a scythe as tall as he was, with a blade that was half the length of the pole. The blade, seemingly made of a blinding white plasma dipped into the portal and closed it in an instant. Morty then spun the scythe banishing the weapon to whatever unworld it had come from.

 The weapon itself was impressive enough, but the fact that it matched the exact description shape and apparently portaling powers, from what he remembered the reaper ghosts were usually seen to wield… Danny was very glad he didn’t try to attack this ghost now.

 “You really are a reaper.” Danny gasped out, staring wide eyed at Morty.

 “Yes, I thought I’d mentioned that? No? Eh, well we’re here now and we’ve got work to do boy!” Morty said with a motion aimed at the halfa to get him to follow.

 Reaper ghosts were dangerous, said to kill a living person with just a touch of their hand… Danny’s eyes widened as he stared down at the hand he’d shook Morty’s with earlier. Did that mean…? He rubbed at his neck as he followed, thankful to feel the slow and shallow ‘Ka-thump’ beneath his gloved hand.

 “Wait, you mentioned you were a recruiter?” Danny asked moving quickly to catch up to the other ghost.

 “Yep,” came the simple reply with a popping P. “And you’re here because-.”  he trailed off with a wave of his hand urging Danny to put two and two together.

 “I’m being turned into a reaper?” Danny hazarded out his guess.

         “Got it in one kid. Congrats. Morty said with a nod of approval.

 “Wait… Why me?”

 “Well, the main one is you being a demi-ghost. You’re between the life and death binary system. Meaning, you yourself are the focal point in that scale of life and death,” the reaper responded.

 “What about Vlad? He’s a halfa too…” Danny asked, genuinely curious.

 “Indeed he is, but you are not like him in the slightest when it comes to personality. Tell me do you know what we do? What job does a reaper ghost have?” Morty asked, turning to look at Danny over his shoulder.

 “You take the souls of the living, collecting them and forcing them to die…?” Danny asked nervously. “I don’t want to kill people though! Even if they are on some list or however you decide who’s time is up!” he argued to Morty. He really didn’t want to kill people…

 “Ha! No, Why does everyone always think we deal in the living? Life and death are something that can’t be influenced by us.when your number’s up it ain’t us that's coming to kill you, nature does that plenty well on its own.”

 “Then-”

 “We deal in the souls of ghosts,” Morty stated. “When a living thing dies, regardless of whether they become a ghost or not, the souls flow to the ghost zone. If they do become a ghost it means they had an obsession that was stronger then the pull of the zone’s core, the collective.” Morty explained.

 “That much I know… It’s a basic concept.” Danny nodded curiously now as the reaper led him into a catacomb beneath the garden they were standing upon a moment ago.

 “Right, well, what do you think happens to ghosts who’s obsessions get out of hand to the point the ghosts themselves are a danger? Or ghosts that get trapped in the human realm? That’s where we come in. if they’re a danger it’s our job to force them into the collective. And the easiest way is to slice the obsession right out of them, slicing through their core with your scythe. No obsession, no reason to be and the ghost is absorbed into the collective.”

 “That’s still killing people! Even if they’re ghosts I still can’t-” Danny shook his head unable to think of himself potentially killing or ending a ghost… he would be no better than Dan then…

 “Well you’re not killing or ending, you’re returning them to the collective. Alternatively, you can also repair a broken core so long as the ghost isn’t too far gone. Putting down troubled spirits is our main service as a reaper, secondary is that making sure the collective stays as exactly that, a collective. We make sure nothing in the zone ventures too close, and nothing in, comes out.” Morty said with a sharp look about him as he said that.

 Danny offered the reaper a sheepish smile, before turning away from the glowing gaze to look about the catacombs. There were a lot of dirt torches on the walls and doors and really not much beyond that, but suddenly the door to his left was the most interesting thing on the planet.                  “You do not want to know what happens when something comes out of the collective and back into the ghost zone,” the reaper warned in a stern tone.

 Danny flinched his gaze snapping back into the ruby eyes of the reaper.

 “Besides most commonly it’s a reaper’s job to retrieve stranded ghosts from the human realm and lead them home to the zone. A starved ghost is not something to take lightly after all. And that brings us to why we’re recruiting you, and not the other halfa.”

         “Because I’ve been doing that as it is?” Danny tried after a moment of the other ghost looking at him expectantly.

 Morty grinned at that. “HA! Nice once again in one, and they said you were a dunce,” the ghost chuckled as they finally stopped to enter a large wooden door with a golden trim.

 “Who did?” Danny asked as he followed the ghost inside.

 “Don’t worry about it. Just pick out a scythe that calls out to you,” Morty waved him off dismissing the insult on his intelligence easily.

 Danny couldn’t bother to rebuttal though when he laid eyes on the weaponry in the room. They were in a word gorgeous. All glowing with an array of coloured blades and handles and the teen’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.

 “Woah…” was about all he could get out as he gently reached out to try to grab a scythe with a bright white handle and a blue blade. As soon as his hand touched the pole Danny recoiled from the shock he’d received from the weapon.

 “Nope, that one didn’t like you kid,” Morty said amused. “A reaper’s blade is special to them, and only one reaper can wield a blade, so much so that if a reaper is destroyed the blade shatters along with them. It’s an extension of yourself,” he explained.

 “So then… how do you know?” Danny asked, trying to grab another one with a black pole and purple blade, only to recoil with a hiss and suck on his now burned finger.

 “You really need me to answer that one kid?” the reaper asked leaning against the door and crossing his arms.

 “...No…” Danny grumbled. The teen sighed looking at all the blades in the rows of weapons. They were all scythes and all slightly different, though some not by much to their neighbours. With a thoughtful frown, Danny explored the shelves.

 Morty watched the teen go eyes shining with mirth as he looked on into the rows and rows of weapons. As a halfa, he would become an angel of rebirth, a force to be reckoned with and eventually a great ruler. Until his one-hundredth death day, he wouldn’t know of that tidbit and instead would remain in their ranks as a reaper.

 Danny sighed after the tenth or so blade zapped him, he decided to try a new tactic. He closed his eyes and focused like he would when normally looking for a ghost with his ghost sense. These weapons felt like more than just average weapons after all perhaps they had a bit of life er, rather death in them?                  And so he focused and walked forward, moving along eyes closed until his hand rested in front of a rack. He blinked his eyes open and scanned the handles in front of him. It was easy to pick out the one that he thought was calling to him after that.

 The handle was deep black with coloured sparkling glowing speckles all along the shaft, swirling and pulsing shifting slowly all along the handle. They looked so much like stars that Danny’s core fluttered eagerly at the sight of that alone. When he grabbed the handle, he felt the sheer burst of power that flowed through him and it was both intoxicating and worrisome.

 He quickly regained his focus to stare at the white blade that pulsed and flickered with just the tiniest bit of blue. It reminded him of a comet’s tail with how it waved along when he moved the weapon. It was gorgeous and he knew it was his.

 “Oh, that’s a beaut’!” Mort said with a low whistle almost right into Danny’s ear, causing the teen to jump into the air and float there staring angrily down at the reaper. “Now you’ve got that I gotta teach ya how to use it, well the basics, then from there you’re to come back here every week til we deem you ready to don a cloak.”

 “I- right… so where do-” Danny didn’t even get the chance to ask as no sooner had he started Morty ripped a hole into space with his own summoned scythe and grabbed Danny dragging him through the portal. “Training…”

 “En- Garde boy!” Morty called, pointing the butt end of his scythe to Danny. “First things first summoning and banishing your blade, then portals, and that should do it for today. I’ve no doubt you’ll figure out fighting with it on your own after that.”

 “Yeah, ghost attacks in my town are far too common…” Danny admitted.

 “Well now you can portal them away,” Morty said with a chuckle. “I think that’s why humans all think us to be bringers of death, we’re often seen bringing newly dead ghosts across the threshold to the zone… but you being a halfa you can stay in the human realm and not have to worry as much about ectoplasm intake. It gives you a huge advantage.”

 With a final amused shake of his head, Morty went into army Sergeant mode. Like the flip of a switch, Danny was suddenly being worked over the proverbial coals. He wasn’t sure how long it took him to be able to summon and banish the scythe, but he was suddenly overly glad that there was only two things the reaper had wanted to work on.

 Once he had successfully done the summon and banish three times in a row they moved on to portaling. And this was where Danny felt the drain.

 He had to push his power into the blade to keep it rigid and allow himself to actually use the thing to cut. That alone was hard, but trying to force his power through the scythe to make the portal… after his third attempt, he was already almost ready to pass out.

 Push the power into the blade then past it, force it to burst out of the blade and reach into the human realm, then spin the energy around the blade to pull open the portal. He knew the concept Morty had drilled it into his skull by this point, but for the life of him…

 Danny panted leaning forward using his new weapon to hold himself up. He was almost ready to transform back…

 “Is that all you got?” Morty taunted. “If it is we’ll be here a lot longer. You’re not getting out of here unless you can portal out yourself. Do you have a clear destination in mind?” he asked again for the fifth time.

 “Yes, I do… I -I don’t think I have enough power.” Danny wheezed out.

 Morty shook his head. “You don’t, but your scythe does. You’re only supposed to use your power to supplement and direct that of your weapon. Now try again with that method.”

 Danny sighed and readied himself before standing up once more. With a deep breath, he readied himself and tried to talk with his scythe as weird as it sounded at first to his tired brain.

 “To Fenton works come on now… “ Danny urged. With a force of power from his weapon pulling from his own energy pool he swung his blade and sliced down. The curve went through space and sliced the fabric between dimensions open.

 With a triumphant cheer, Danny whooped out to his teacher. “You’ve done well kid. Now remember, to close it stick the butt of your weapon into the centre of the portal and give a small pulse of energy.” Morty said with a bright grin. “And I’ll see you next week.”

 With that, the Reaper ghost gave Danny a salute before opening a portal of his own and taking off to wherever it was he went when not on duty.

 Danny on the other hand eagerly flew through the portal, dispelled that, banished his scythe and B lined into bed practically collapsing onto the plush surface with a tired and sore groan. It didn’t take him long after that to fall asleep.  

 -.-.-.-

 It was dinner time when Danny woke up, or rather Jazz had brought up some leftovers to him after telling his parents that he was sick… Still, it was an easy win for him to sleep the day away and he’ll take any chance he can get for that.

 Jazz was easy to dissuade from pressuring him too much after he simply said ‘ghost problems’ she dropped it begrudgingly, and he was able to shoo her out of his room to eat his meal in relative peace.

 Or at least half of it since his ghost sense went off not too long into his meal.

 With an angered groan and a forlorn look to the mac and cheese loaf he had been enjoying, he transformed and headed out to knock some annoying ghost sideways… and for once he was almost hoping it would just be the box ghost.

 When a missile came flying towards him a few seconds later he knew that hope was dashed. Even more so when Skulker moved in himself to try to toss a weighted net at him.

 With a quick blast of his plasma the net was no more but the missile he’d dodged before rounded back on him, slamming into his back and launching him down to the ground.

 He pulled himself up with a groan and a small huff of annoyance escaped him when he saw an almost identical him shaped hole right beside the one he’d just pulled himself out from. “Well at least I’m consistent…” he muttered in annoyance, before launching back up towards Skulker.

 “I have you this time whelp!” The robotic hunter called out aiming a blast towards his prey.

 Danny threw up a shield before grinning to himself and summoning his new weapon. “I got something new for my death day and I wanna try it out!” Danny called. “Hope it gives me a new edge.” he offered quickly, swinging the blade around, doing his best to look cool, before pointing the business end of his scythe at Skulker.

 The self proclaimed Ghost Zone’s greatest hunter paused upon seeing the weapon. “That can not be real,” he scoffed out though the worry in his tone was clear as a crystal bell.

 “Like my new toy Skulky? I got myself a new upgrade!” Danny proclaimed channelling a bit of power to solidify the wispy blade into a solid and keen blade. With one two handed strike the thing struck true and sliced Skulker’s hand clean off as if it were butter.

 Skulker would be sweating if he were capable… as it were he could only stare at the halfa in dread and slight awe. “It’s real, isn’t it…” he gulped.

 “Very.” Came Danny’s amused reply as he decided to try something. Focusing hard on the area in the ghost zone just outside Walker’s prison Danny turned and stuck the air right beside Skulker. To the teen’s absolute delight a portal appeared in all it’s spinning glory. “It worked!” He chirped before kicking at Skulker to toss him through it.

 The bewildered robotic ghost hardly stood a chance and sailed through the portal with a yelp of dismay. To think the prey he’d been hunting all this time was a reaper!? It made him all the more valuable… Skulker reoriented himself before trying to zip back the way he’d come only for the portal to suddenly vanish leaving him stranded on this side.

 Danny meanwhile, was elated. This was going to make his job of protecting Amity a whole lot simpler. He wouldn’t need to worry if he forgot his thermos ever again! It was a good feeling. He swirled his scythe around like the leader of a marching band with far too much flare, simply enjoying how natural the weapon felt to him.

 His exceptional high feeling was cut short however when Valerie’s voice hit his ears. “What… What was that?”

 Danny squawked, he didn’t even hear her coming up behind him! He clutched the scythe to his chest, the blade’s wispy form flickering along with his ghostly tail and aura. “What?” Danny blinked stupidly.

 Ever since Danielle Danny had shared a shaky alliance with the huntress, though it was more of a stay out of my way and I won’t shoot directly at you, sort of thing. Still, any sort of relief from attacks, he’ll take.

 “That scythe… it’s new.” Valerie commented suspiciously.

 “Oh, Yeah! I’m three now so I got a cool toy! Apparently, I’m a reaper ghost. Neat huh?” Danny grinned doing his best to keep up his playful hero persona.  He spun his weapon around a few times before vanishing the thing and taking a bow.

 “A reaper?” Valerie asked carefully, floating a little bit further back from the male now.

 “Yep!” Danny exclaimed popping the P and straightening back up to properly face Valerie. “Oh! But I’m a reaper for ghosts, not one for humans,” Phantom added placatingly, hands up in a hopefully soothing manner. “You can still touch me it’s fine!” he added barely making out the frown behind the face shield the huntress wore.

 Valerie grimaced further at that. “I’d really rather not.”

 “No seriously, it’s fine. Come here! Let’s hug it out!” Danny called arms open wide and a shit eating grin in place.

 Valerie called out a curse to him and fired a volley of blasts forcing the halfa to dodge and fly back. “Try that again and I’ll put a hole through your head.” she hissed.

 Danny’s grin never faltered and instead simply used his bodily manipulation powers to do just that. While Valerie shuddered Danny tried again for the hug arms wide.

 “Ugh, you're impossible.” She grumbled, firing a blast with pinpoint accuracy through the hole he’d made in his face.

 “Come on Val~ That’s not nice.” Danny teased smiling brightly, only to yelp and zip off when she brought out her thermos threateningly.

 The citizens of Amity park that night were witness to an hour’s long game of cat and mouse, as the Red Huntress chased the elusive Phantom about. Though if asked about it later Phantom would insist it was all in good fun. Even if the burn on his backside begged to argue otherwise…

 And as Phantom learned more and more from the reaper ghosts, he became a better and more efficient hero to the people of Amity.

 The approval ratings going up felt nice too.

 -.-.-.-.-

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Burned Part 8

Summary:  Alfie Solomons is in need of a secretary. Tommy Shelby mentions a young woman in need of employment. From there the two step into a dangerous dance together.

Part 8: Alfie wants to know what Louise wants the most. 

          Louise wasn’t ashamed to admit she’d wondered about what Alfie was like behind closed doors. Part of his nature was intimidating but she’d been blessed to know his soft side. Both had a measure of intimacy and she wondered which was dominant.

           Alfie shut the door behind him and broke the kiss to set her down on the bed. He shrugged off his waistcoat, his eyes glued to her. “You don’t hafta do anything you don’t want, love.” He prefaced.

           “You’d have to tie me up to stop me.” She retorted just to rile him up more. There wasn’t much doubt about her decision. It was hard to ignore the allure. The rush of telling him she loved him was just a step. She wanted to physically express love to him.

           He chuckled and shook his head. “You’ve got a lot behind those innocent doe-eyes, don’t ya?” He accused.

           “Most girls like me like to rebel.” She informed him coyly. “Not all of us are blushing virgins.”

           “Mhm…can see that now. You’re still soft though.” He murmured and knelt at the foot of the bed. His calloused hands grazed over her bare shins, dipping under to touch her calves. “Can’t say m’not jealous that some other bloke had you ‘fore me.”

           “Are you jealous?” Louise propped herself up on her elbows to watch him.

           He grunted and grabbed her ankles to tug her closer. She sat up in front of him, being pliable to his will. “Maybe.” He admitted gruffly. His eyes met hers. “But m’gonna ruin all other men for you.” He gave her a devious smile. “Won’t ever have someone who can love you like I can.”

           His confidence shot electric anticipation right to her toes. “Is that so?” She wrapped her arms around him. “What if I don’t want any other man?”

           “Then you’ve come to the right fucking place, haven’t you?” He grinned and leaned forward to kiss her.

           It was as if Alfie’s romantic side was his true center, even if it had been neglected for the majority of his life. He stood perfectly evenly on the line of compassion and the need for power. His lips moved around hers softer than anyone else’s but he commanded the kiss. Louise wasn’t arguing she had a feeling he knew exactly what she needed. And if she needed to tell him, he’d listen. He craved power and the control over her pleasure was something intoxicating to him.

           Louise drew away, pressing her forehead to his. “You won’t want another woman after tonight.” She told him. Her voice was teasing but there was a root of serious intention. She wanted Alfie all to herself and she prayed he wasn’t like other men or even other women. The modern lover who thought it fun to hop from bed to bed. Too self-consumed to care about deep feelings.

           He exhaled sharply and reached up to run his fingers through her soft curls. He realized he had never exactly ‘made love’. Sure he’d fucked his way through France and London, what sinful bachelor didn’t? But never had he gone to bed with a woman he loved. He couldn’t even imagine doing anything else from that point on. Louise was sacred and to unravel her was a gift from heaven. The idea that he would have the potential to do that more than once in his lifetime was indescribable. “Won’t even think ‘bout another woman. You’re the only one on my mind from now on, yeah?”

           Her heart raced giddily. “I’m yours then.”

           That was enough to stroke Alfie’s ego and get him kicked into high gear. He rocked back on his heels. “Go ahead, love, take that little thing off for me. Want to see all of ya.”

           He didn’t need to tell her twice. Louise scooted back on the bed, lifting up to her knees. She held his lustful gaze as she slipped the nightgown over her head and tossed it to him.

           “Fucking hell…” Alfie drawled out and rose to his feet. He couldn’t take his eyes off her bare body. He ran a hand over his mouth and swallowed hard.

           Louise sheepishly sat back on her heels, not sure what he was thinking. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you speechless, Alfie.”

           He laughed absent-mindedly and held out a hand to her. “Fucking seen beautiful things ‘fore.” Louise took his hand and stood up on the bed. He took her hips in his hands, holding her steady on the mattress. “Jewels, works of art, stacks 'n stacks of money,” He shook his head, his blue eyes scanning over every inch of her. “But you…” He subconsciously swiped his tongue over his lower lip. “Fucking gorgeous.” His usual verbose manner of speaking was lost.

           “So you’re just going to stare at me all night?” She murmured and brushed her fingers through his hair, tugging lightly.

           “Oh, Lou,” He chuckled and shook his head. “You’ve no fucking idea.” His fingers dug into her hips and desire bloomed in his eyes. “Lay down.”

           Louise lay back on the bed after he let go of her hips. “Is it my turn to see you, then?” She asked hopefully when she saw him slip his suspenders off his shoulders.

           “Not quite, gotta take care of you first, yeah?” He got up on the bed and dipped down to pepper kisses down her neck. He rested on his forearms so he didn’t put too much pressure on her. Louise wanted to feel all of him against her but decided to get used to the intimate relationship first.

           He left bruising marks on her neck, eliciting soft gasps of need from her lips. After placing at least four darkening marks on her throat and collarbone, he pulled away to admire his work. His thumb gently smoothed over the skin making her whimper.

           “Gotta make sure the world knows you’re mine.” He murmured possessively.          

           It made Louise melt into the mattress. “Alfie…”

           His jaw clenched. He needed to hear his name slipping off her tongue. It was making him drunk and he wouldn’t stop until the letters were etched permanently into her soul. “I’ve gotcha, love.” He purred and lowered his focus to her chest, toying with her breasts. Every reaction he got out of her was like a shot of adrenaline straight into his heart. The way she squirmed under him, begging softly for more, speaking his name like he was a deity to be praised. It was only a wonder how far he could push her, what type of reaction he could draw out from the deepest part of her. It made him unbearably greedy.

           He dipped lower, laving his tongue over the dips in her abdomen and hips, his beard tickling over her soft skin. Louise’s face burned as he passed over her hips and buried his face between her thighs. Never before had a man taken his time with her. Her past flings had always used her for their own pleasure. And although she got flashes of thrill from the experience, it was nothing like being under Alfie. She wasn’t sure how he knew exactly what to do to get her right to the edge. He was confident with the attention he gave her body.

           So confident, that it wasn’t long before he made Louise into a quivering mess. Her fingers knotted into his hair and he had to press an arm over her hips to keep her from bucking. Her head threw back in the pillow, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. He only let up for a second, earning a whine of disapproval.

           “Look at me.” He commanded in a deep voice. “I want your eyes on me.”

           Her entire body trembled as he held her gaze. Her breathing became labored and her knees kept turning in, too overwhelmed. Alfie didn’t even want to blink and miss a millisecond. They were both utterly mesmerized by each other.

           Then it happened. Like a divine miracle, Louise came undone. Her body locked up and she gasped out his name. “Alfie!”

           He groaned and raised himself back up. He kissed ravenously at her neck while she came down from her high. "Gorgeous...look at you."

           She moaned softly as he nipped at her collarbone, her arms lazily wrapped around him. “All that and you’ve barely even taken your socks off.” She laughed breathily.

           He chuckled against her skin. “Had to warm you up, didn’t I?” He lovingly pushed away a few curls that had stuck to her flushed face.

           “I think I’m well past that.” She touched his cheek. They fell into a hushed moment. Her eyes drawing him in and making his chest hurt with the amount of adoration he had for her. “Alfie,” The words came out in a longing whisper. “Please take me.”

           The man pushed up and stood to hurriedly undress. A strange sensation settled in his stomach. Carnal desires bubbled inside of him, wanting to just bend Louise over and fuck her senseless. But it didn’t feel right; it wasn’t what she deserved at least not their first time together.

           “Alfie?”

           “Hm?” He glanced up at her as he stepped out of his pants.

           “How do you want me?” She had sat up, tucking her knees against her bare chest. Her eyes grazed over his form while she chewed at her lower lip. It was a strange question, to say the least. She half expected Alfie to tell her but he hadn’t. She could recall times spent with Daniel, nights where he barely even looked at her. It was as if he were pretending she was someone else.

           “Uh…” He walked back over to the bed, rubbing the back of his neck. “On your back, yeah, want to see that face of yours.” He tugged off his boxers and climbed back over her. It was likely he didn’t realize how much that meant to Louise. She smiled and pulled him into a kiss. One hand braced against the bed, the other aligning himself with her. Her hands clutched at his back as he slowly pressed into her.

           “Okay?” He asked quietly against her lips.

           She nodded. “Yes…Alfie, please…”

           “Talk to me, Lou, tell me what you need.” He growled as they adjusted to one another. "Can't give it to you until you tell me."

           “Need you, please Alfie, please.”

           Begging, he had her begging. If Alfred Solomons wasn’t cocky enough already, he could never come back after that night. “Can’t hear you, love, yeah gotta speak up.” He toyed.

           “Alfie, c’mon, please don't tease me.” She looked positively desperate under him. Her big brown eyes yearning. “Alfie-” She cried out when he thrust forward without warning. “Fuck!”

           He smirked deviously. The word never sounded so sinful before and it unlocked more to her. “Fucking hell, woman, you’re going to be the death of me. Won’t be able to get enough of you.”

           “Just wait.” She panted, moaning against his shoulder. “By the end of every week-oh, God-you’ll be-fuck-begging for a break from me.”

           Surely Alfie didn’t deserve to enter heaven on Earth, but it appeared it was already through the gates. “I fucking love you, Lou.” He crushed his lips to hers, finding the rhythm that worked them both up.

           He could sense when she was close. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and she became louder. His neighbors wouldn’t be pleased but to hell with them, he wanted to hear her in that state. He grabbed her chin so she couldn’t look away from him.

           “Alfie…yes…Alfie…almost, almost…Alfie!”

           Her sharp cry was enough for him to hit his climax. “Fuck!” He grunted and collapsed against her. “Lou…I’ve fucking died and gone to heaven, I have.” He slurred into the crook of her neck.

           She laughed faintly and clung tightly to him. “I might’ve too.” The waves of pleasure ebbed but the feeling of intimacy remained as he stayed in her embrace. Neither wanted to move a muscle, only to stay in that moment for as long as possible.

~~~~~~~~~~~

           To Louise, Alfie was a work of art. He didn’t represent the ideals of antiquity’s grace, but she didn’t care. Nothing in the world could be flawless. The mesmerizing bit about him was finding the softness hidden behind layers and layers of steel armor. The parts he hid from the world to conceal any possible weakness. To the rest of Britain, he was a calculating, potentially mad man who was indifferent about killing a man with his bare hands. But there was so much more. He was still brutally clever, his ambitions focused on power, and perhaps he was desensitized to gore, but he was still just a man. He'd shown her that well enough the night before.

           Alfie had a hold on her even if he didn’t intend to.

           “Got your head in the clouds? Lost ya there for a bit.”

           Louise blinked a few times and smiled. She took in the form beside her in bed. He laid on his back, one arm wrapped around her, the other casually placed behind his head. No, he wasn’t a chiseled marble statue, spotless and divine. He was riddled with all sorts of scars of various sizes and different stages of healing. Several tattoos covered his chest, arms, and shoulders. Most were symbols and designs she didn’t recognize the meaning of. Thin black lines etched into his skin, just as permanent as the scars. She wanted to be just as permanent on him.

           He was built well, probably not as fit as he had been when he was younger and in the army. But his muscles were defined, his strong shoulders something to admire. It was strange seeing him without his usual armor. He was just an average man, but he made himself appear so dangerous. It lent to the idea that Alfie's strength came from within. Something inside gave him the ability to bring a man to his knees without skipping a beat. He was a complex man, maybe no one could decode him entirely.

           Louise traced a few scars and birthmarks up his chest, pausing to outline the tattoos with the pad of her finger. Alfie watched with curious eyes but didn’t dare interrupt her focus. The spine-tingling touch was heavenly for him. Normally, he was so accustomed to rough exchanges. Business handshakes, Tommy Shelby’s was bone-crushing, a good fight, or attempted murder. Now Louise was making him yearn for more of her gentle touches rather than the adrenaline pumping violence.

           She paused at a few scars, taking in the pale white or pink skin that marked him. There was no telling whether or not they were acquired during the war or in Camden town. Maybe even he lost track.

           Finally, Louise smoothed her fingers over each of Alfie’s cheeks. She was so familiar with his beard now and came to adore the bristly texture of it against her skin. But she was curious. “Have you ever thought about shaving?” She cocked her head to the side.

           His brow furrowed but he appeared amused. “Thought you liked my beard.”

           “No, I do!” She shook her head. “I think you’re handsome, you know that.” That produced a cocky smile from him. “But I’m trying to picture what you look like without it.” Her fingernails lightly scratched over his cheekbones.

           “Been like this since I came back from France.” He told her, resting his hands over her wrists so she wouldn’t stop. “Trust me, wouldn’t want to see me without it. Look like a monster with that fucking scar.”

           She frowned. “I’m sure that’s not true.” There was a good chance she would fight anyone who attempted to bad mouth Alfie, even Alfie himself.

           “Mhm." He didn't want to argue the fact. She didn't see him sitting in front of the mirror, disturbed at his own reflection. The stitches from his ear to the side of his chin. The ghastly scar that remained. Better she never saw. "Tell you what, I’ll dig up my military papers. Get to see me clean-shaven.” He bargained just so she wouldn’t even bring up the idea of him shaving.

           Louise gave him a sly glance. “A clean-shaven Captain Solomons in his uniform, lucky me.”

           His stomach tightened. Her angelic voice calling him by his rank only conjured utterly sinful imagery. He was so blessed that she seemed just as insatiable as he was.

           “I’m sure all the nurses were all fawning over you.” She concentrated on drawing small looping shapes over his cheeks and jaw with the pad of her finger.

           Alfie was surprised to see a hint of jealousy from her. He thought he was the only inherently envious one between them. “Paid them no mind. I was waiting, yeah, for someone better to come along, weren’t I?”

           A smile hinted at her pink lips. “A spoiled girl from Surrey?”

           “A beautiful woman who is truly the fucking best woman I’ve ever met.”

           “Alfie…” Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

           “Woman who deserves the fucking world, don’t she?”

           “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

           His blue eyes fixed on her while he grabbed her hips so she was straddling his waist. “What do you want most in life? Anything, s’yours by tomorrow, promise.”

           She giggled and shook her head. “I don’t want anything.” Her palms rested on his bare chest.

           “What ‘bout a house?" He didn't believe that she didn't want anything. She was a woman, he assumed they all wanted something nice. He certainly liked some fancy things. "A manor out in the countryside? Hundred servants for you, yeah, won’t have to do anything ever again.”

           “I like my flat in London and I don’t mind taking care of myself.” She shook her head firmly with a bemused smile. "Don't want to spend my days in an empty home like that."

           But he wasn’t finished, wanting to find her wish. “Horses? You rode horses, dinnit ya? What ‘bout a stable full of any horse you want?”

           “I did ride horses but I don’t need one because I can walk to work.” She tilted her head to the side, looking down at him.

           “Jewels? Get you the finest jewels this world has seen. I’ve got the best connections out in Paris…”

           “Alfie.” She pressed a finger to his lips. “I only want you and Cyril.” She said adoringly. “You make me so happy and that’s all I need from here on out."

           When she moved her finger, he lifted his hand. “See this?” He showed her a tattoo of a crown between his index finger and thumb.

           “Yes?”

           “Means I’m a king, love.” He murmured and stroked a hand through her hair.

           “Are you?” She smirked. “Does Buckingham Palace know you’ve taken the throne?” She teased.

           He chuckled and shook his head. “Different kinda king. But it means I can spoil who I want, yeah?”

           “Hm…well I hope you find the woman who wants to be spoiled with jewels. Because all I need is a roof over my head, something to wear, place to work, and a handsome man to love me.” She bent down to kiss his forehead.

           He smiled slightly. “Fine, then I’ll just have to guess what you want. ‘Cause I am going to fucking spoil you, yeah? You’ll just be surprised.”

           She sighed. “I guess I can’t stop you…”

           “Mhm, gonna start with a whole closet full of lingerie. Something of every color.” He gave her a wicked smile.

           She bit back a smirk and stuck her tongue out at him. “Do you men only think about sex?” She teased.

           He didn’t respond, instead, he tugged her back down to kiss her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

         Alfie wasn’t sure what he liked better, Louise in an evening gown, a nightgown, trousers, or nothing at all. Most likely, she could wear anything and he’d still feel weak. Like other men, he was trying to get accustomed to the growing trend of women’s trousers. But when he saw her in baggy khaki pants rolled up to her shins and wearing one of his white button-down shirts, he nearly crumbled.

           She was reading in the sunroom, curled up in an armchair. Her hair was loose and natural instead of in curls. Her bare feet dangled over the cushioned arm of the chair, lazily swinging as she read. Cyril lay near her, his sad eyes looking up at her every so often. Her hand would slip off the book to idly scratch behind his ears. She bore the look of domestic bliss, something Alfie never had the pleasure to indulge in.

           Her hazel eyes looked up over the blue covered book when she noticed his presence in the doorway. “Everything going okay in London?”

           Alfie had nearly forgotten about the phone call he just had with Ollie. “Eh? Oh, yeah, yeah, nothing’s wrong.”

           Cyril lifted himself up and padded over to his master. The dog was enjoying the cottage and especially the beach. It was probably the longest period of time Alfie had been consistently peaceful. There were a few possible remedies. The ocean, the quiet, being out of the bakery, and Louise.

           “See? What did I tell you? Everything would be perfectly fine. You’re allowed to take a break every so often.” Louise straightened up and marked her page before setting the book down.

           “Well, when you’re right, you’re right.” He heavily sat down on one of the nearby couches. He stroked Cyril’s ears when the bullmastiff leaned against his legs.

           She gasped in feigned shock, pressing a hand to her heart. “My Alfie is admitting he was wrong about something? Call the Daily Mail!”

           He chuckled and shook his head. “One man can’t be right ‘bout everything, now can he?”

           “My mother used to say there was only one thing keeping men from sending the world straight into chaos.” She gave him a sly look and sat on her heels.

           “Oh yeah?” He raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “What would that be?”

           “A patient woman.”

           He rubbed a hand over his chin and shrugged. “You think? I dunno.”

           Louise rolled her eyes because she knew he was just trying to pull her leg. She stood and flipped her hair. “Well if you don’t know then you won’t ever know.” She replied and went to pass by him.

           “C’mere you.” Alfie grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap making her giggle softly. He set his hands firmly on her hips as he held her gaze. “Me mum, yeah, she would grab me by the ear.” He playfully tweaked Louise’s earlobe. “After I’d gotten in trouble with coppers. Then she’d say I weren’t ever gonna find a respectable woman. Always asked me what I wanted.” He stuck his tongue in his cheek.

           “What did you want?” Louise wondered. She slipped her hands under his shirt to rest on his shoulders, smoothing her thumb over the knots in his muscles.

           He groaned in appreciation and closed his eyes for a moment. “To be fucking honest, I didn’t know. All I knew was what I knew, yeah? Knew that people looked down on me. Just a petty criminal, a poor Jew, all rough ‘round the edges. Was nothing but a little pest. But what if I could show ‘em? Show London that I were a force to be reckoned with?” His blue eyes opened again and he stared at the ceiling. “Make ‘em think twice ‘bout what they said.” His voice faded into something grim. His jaw tensed and he let out a sigh.

          “You wanted them to know you by name.” Louise realized.

           He raised an eyebrow and his eyes flicked to her.

           She explained herself. “Alfie Solomons. You wanted people to hear that name and react. You didn’t want to be another nameless face being shoved to the side.”

           His mustache twitched with a hint of a smile. “Perhaps.” He murmured coyly. “Did I good job of that, didn’t I?”

           “I would say so.” Louise stilled her hands and studied his face. “So, now what do you want?”

           “Eh?”

           “You’ve made something of your name.” She wouldn’t comment on the ambiguity of what that something was. “So now what?”

           “Well, keep working. S’all I can do.” He shrugged and closed his eyes again. “London ain’t going anywhere any time soon so neither am I.” His voice quieted to a whisper as he relaxed back.

           Louise watched him rest. Despite the break, there was always a hint of exhaustion under his eyes. He was thirty-six but had aged from experience alone. The things he’d witnessed stuck to him. Things he couldn’t control like the scars digging into his skin. And things he chose like the inflicted tattoos. It was a wonder if men like Alfie stepped back and evaluated their course of action. If they were falling through an abyss, doing things they never thought they’d do, eventually changing the world around them. Were they destructive or misled?

           She kissed his forehead and he mumbled softly, reaching up to touch the nape of her neck.

           Was it so wrong to try and become what Alfie was becoming? Was he any different from kings and emperors? Men who killed for power?

           She swallowed and closed her eyes, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He felt so safe. The image of Alfie Solomons, the image others saw was fading away. It was nothing but a façade to her. She’d never been on the sharp edge of that sword and never anticipated to.

           He enveloped her in his arms, his lips finding her temple and kissing her skin tenderly.

           It was inevitable. The further she fell for him, the further engrossed in him she became. The jewel of Alfie’s affection. Sometimes a queen didn’t see the actions of her king. Yet she was a queen, nonetheless.

~~~~~~~~~~~

           “Alfie could you-” Louise paused as she entered through the open door. A young man stood at Alfie’s desk. They both glanced at her. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were in a meeting.” She stepped back.

           They’d returned to London after the weekend. Alfie grumbled and complained but there was work to be done. Louise assured him there would be more trips to Margate in the future. Just to confirm this, Alfie bought the cottage they’d rented. But he didn’t disclose that to her. He’d find another time to surprise her. It was nice to have as a backup plan. It gave some light to London’s smoke and gloom.

           “No, no, s’alright.” Alfie waved Louise into the office. “This is one of my lads. Nicholas, this is me secretary, Louise Barnes.”

           “Nice to meet you, Nicholas.” She smiled politely and went to set a few papers down in front of Alfie. She didn’t mind coming back to London as much as Alfie did. Of course, it would be nice to stay on the ocean, she was content wherever he was. She was also happy that the trip had eased some of his aches and worries.

           “Pleasure, Miss Barnes.” The tall man replied with a tip of his hat.

           “Everything alright?” Louise sensed something was amiss. Alfie looked deep in thought with his hand over his mouth and his eyes fixed on the cabinet across the room.

           “Grace Shelby was killed last night.” He answered her honestly.

           It was an icy shock. Louise had never met Tommy’s wife, they’d only been recently married. But there was talk about her work with the Shelby foundation She was also aware of the son Tommy had with her. “Killed? How?” She was stunned.

           “A bullet meant for her husband.” He ran his fingers over his beard while staring into space.

           Louise inhaled shakily. “We should go pay our respects to the family, especially Tommy.”

           “More pressing matters right now.” Alfie blinked a few times, snapping out of his daze.

           “What do you mean?” Louise looked over at Nicholas realizing he probably brought the bad news. “What pressing matters?”

           “Were the Italians. Messy ‘tween ‘em ‘n the Blinders.” Nicholas told her in a thick accent. “Things been escalatin’.”

           “Sabini?”

           “No.” Alfie cracked his knuckles, still sounding detached and too engrossed in his own mind. “The Changrettas.”

           The name wasn’t familiar to Louise and she thought she had a good handle on the people she needed to know. “Are they in London?”

           “The son is in New York. Runnin’ gin. Could be big as Capone, they say. Works for the Spinietta family too.”

           “But Vincente and Angel live here,” Alfie said shaking his head. “And they fucking dug their own graves when their assassin missed the mark. Satan himself couldn’t kill that gypsy, they wasted their time trying to.”

           “Tommy is going to try to retaliate.” Louise followed the logic. The Peaky Blinders, like other firms, never let go of a grudge until they had the final say. Usually, that created a back and forth that didn’t seem to have an end. There was always someone with a pistol looking for revenge.

           “Angel Changretta’s already dead. Fuckin’ throat slit.” Nicholas told her in a grim voice. He wasn’t sure a woman, no less a secretary should hear such things. But Alfie didn’t stop him from telling her.

           “But that’s their business.” She said with shaky assurance. “It won’t bother us, right?” There was no response. “Alfie?”

           “Nick, you can go.” The gangster stood up to see his informant out. He didn’t bother to answer Louise’s question.

           The silence gave her anxiety and she wasn’t sure what was happening. “Alfie, you’re scaring me.”

           He shut the door and pulled the blinds so the rest of the bakery couldn’t see into his office.

           “Al-”

           He held up a hand to hush her. “Listen very carefully, yeah, because this innit a game.” He stopped in front of her, his blue eyes hard on her face. “We go on, keep working, right?”

           “Then why are you so worried?”

           “Who said I was fucking worried?” He retorted sharply. “I’m not…” He grimaced and huffed out a breath. His eyes looked over her shoulder. “When a war starts, everyone looks for allies. They’re gonna look to me, yeah?”

           “You can’t get involved in this,” Louise whispered and touched his cheek. “Alfie, this is none of your business. What Tommy wants to do, he’ll do. But you don’t need any part of this.”

           Alfie refused to look at her. “They’ll involve me whether I fucking like it or not. S’not how the game is played, Lou.”

           “This isn’t a game…”

           “We’ll just have to wait to see what Tommy does next.” He tried pulling away from Louise.

           “Alfie…”

           “You can go back to work, s’all I had to tell you.” He nodded curtly and went to lift the blinds.

           She stared at him for a moment, frozen in place. “What are you willing to risk, Alfie? For something you have no stake in?”

           “You can go, Louise.” He sat back down and pointed to the door. “I have a meeting soon.”

           The woman swallowed and contemplated putting up a fight. But she didn’t want to make things worse. They would handle it later. She had to go about this the only way she knew how.

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It was impossible to ignore how Logan’s face changed as if he had just seen a ghost. Was her question really that bad? It wasn’t a serious question, she didn’t mean to suggest anything if that’s what he thought. That was always Danielle’s fault, not measuring the weight of her words. Usually she noticed when it was too late, when she had already said something irrevocable. Why didn’t he answer? Was something wrong? Perhaps he was just focused on his work, or something along those lines. “Cat got your tongue?” She asked playfully, a smile on her face. Danielle had grown used to their friendship and its dynamic, the one where he teased her and she would fall for all those bad jokes every single time. Over time though, she had begun to do the same, teasing him left and right. It was great, she couldn’t ask for more.

“I knew it, of course, why wouldn’t you love me?” She replied in a teasing manner, her smile only growing wider as he answered her question. Hearing that made her happy, having someone like him made a big difference in her life, and she loved him for it. She loved that he had made a positive impact in her life; it was reassuring to hear that he loved her too. It made her feel appreciated, and made her so much more grateful for their friendship. She was so lost in her own thoughts of appreciation that she barely caught on to his nervous answer. All that she had previously heard was the first part of his response. Logan was acting weird, and not the kind of weird that she found funny and that teased him about. It was a bit concerning honestly because it was very unlike him. He had never acted like this in front of her, at least not that she could remember. He was stumbling over his words, and he had said ‘obviously’ twice…once seemed normal, but emphasizing it more than necessary was a bit odd. It took Danielle so long, but she was finally catching on to his behavior.

What he said afterward only made her more unsure about what was going on. In love? What did that have to do with anything? There was a deafening silence after he said that, this didn’t sound like one of his jokes anymore. Usually he begins laughing, that’s how she could usually differentiate a joke from his more serious conversations. This was beginning to sound like a more serious conversation. She didn’t like it, it was beginning to make her feel anxious. Everything else that came out of his mouth afterwards didn’t help. Oh. That was certainly a handful to process. Any trace of her smile disappeared, Danielle’s eyes widened in shock. Her heart was racing so fast, she could almost hear her heartbeat. It was as if The Flash was running inside it. She felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest, how could she even begin to respond to the truth bomb he just dropped? Danielle wanted to look away, with his confession, a bright spotlight was placed on her and it couldn’t be worse for her. She didn’t want him to see her reaction, but she found it impossible to look away, especially now that he closed his laptop and met her gaze. “I…” She found it impossible to continue, so many different things were running through her mind, but her voice was nowhere to be found. She was speechless, and she couldn’t say anything more. That, and he brought back her previous answer to what she thought was a joke. He had known since then? And instead of talking about it, he said it was a joke? This was another truth bomb, one after the other, it was too much for her. Danielle’s feelings were all over the place, she was angry but she wasn’t. She wanted to comfort him, but she couldn’t. Not anymore. However, she kind of understood why he reacted that way, because at the time, classifying it as a joke made her feel better about her answer…as if it never happened. But it was a lie, all that guilt was flooding her. After what seemed like forever, Danielle finally managed to look away from him, she let out a shaky sigh, oh no. Was she about to cry? No no, that couldn’t happen. This couldn’t be happening. She closed her eyes, trying to pull herself together and she took in a deep breath before finding the courage to look at him once more and talk. “I..I can’t believe you’ve been pretending this whole time, and this whole time, I’ve been making stupid jokes and teasing you. I completely disregarded any boundaries between us…I’ve only made it worse, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize what I was doing, I’m so stupid. You’re a great guy. You’re so funny, so kind, so understanding..you deserve better.” She paused, realizing she had to be cautious with her words now. Where was she going with this? Perhaps she was just trying to rationalize everything, trying to understand why she didn’t feel the same way. He was amazing, she wasn’t lying about that, but she couldn’t continue telling him that. Danielle couldn’t hurt him further. “You should’ve told me before…” she said, her last words in a barely audible whisper.

It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt. Or catches feelings. Or both. Stupid, stupid, stupid. What a fucking idiot, Logan constantly reminded himself. The words ‘stupid’ and ‘idiot’ replayed over and over in his head like a mantra. Why did he even need to say anything at all? Logan wished he could have kept his mouth shut and carry on with the charade, playing along with every joke and jest thrown in his direction. Every word from Danielle’s mouth felt even more painful but why? Why did it have to be? He couldn’t even bring himself to laugh at her comment about the cat getting his tongue, nor could he force himself to reply to the rhetorical question of why wouldn’t he love her. The weight of it all felt so heavy and up until now, he’d been waging a war inside his head. To tell her, or not to tell her. A war between his head and his heart. And now they both knew the answer to that question.

This time, he knew he couldn’t say he was joking again. It was something he briefly considered until he ultimately came to the realisation that would never work. The first time, maybe. He’d done such a good job at passing that off as one of his usual jokes, one of those with the pure intent to see her reaction. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do that. Anything he could make a song and dance out of, he would. He knew she was used to that by now. But pulling the same joke twice? Not so much. He was a forensic computer analyst, not an actor for Christ’s sake. Likewise, on the other hand, he was tired of fighting it. Tired of over analysing every reaction elicited from her from his words to make sure he was not overstepping a boundary or giving the game away. Tired of wondering if she actually did feel the same way -- even though she told him before that she didn’t. Yet still, he couldn’t help but get his hopes up, even if he struggled to come to terms with that fact. Over time, he knew he would get over it. That’s what time does. But if he doesn’t give himself that chance to move on, to stop himself from holding back, then he’d never get that.

Much to his dismay, this was all very new to him too. Opening himself up to rejection, especially from one of his closest friends. Having feelings for someone who didn’t reciprocate felt foreign, he was usually a better judge of character. And he wouldn’t have jumped at the chance unless he knew it was mutual...but this was a different circumstance, one he struggled to deal with. Not because he was egotistical enough to think he’d been ‘friendzoned’ or that he was God’s gift to women because that wasn’t the truth. It was just...everything was different. That was the only way he could describe it. Logan lived in the moment, never gave much thought to a before and after up until recently when his feelings for his friend became more and more noticeable. He had never been one for pretending, after all. He saw the smile wiped right off her face and that was when he knew that he screwed up big time. His confession was in no way an attempt to guilt her into feeling the same way, and he certainly never intended for her to feel bad about it. It is what it is. But he knew he had to tell her, had to get the weight off his chest so it was out there in the open with no more secrets between them. “You don’t have to say anything,” Logan tried to assure Danielle when she seemed at a loss for words. If he was in his usual bantering mood, he would have attempted to lighten the situation by joking about making her speechless. But this wasn’t the time. She seemed so taken aback by the whole thing. He couldn’t blame her, it sort ot came out of left field...but had it really? Okay, yes, it did. From an outsiders point of view , it may have looked like Logan had just dropped the worst news possible like someone passing away or something. Who knew a confession of love could have such an impact on a person? It was news to him, that was for certain. Or he was trying to make it lighter to himself so he didn’t dwell too much thinking about it. Whatever.

Confusion painted his features when Danielle began apologising. His brows furrowed, his lips drew into a thin line as he mulled over her words. The more he listened to her, the more he shook his head. “Don’t apologise. Please.” He sighed, ruffling his hair as he tried to articulate what he wanted to say. He’d never been great with this kinda stuff. Was used to brushing it off and laughing about it like he normally would. “You haven’t done anything wrong. How were you supposed to know that I’d been serious this whole time? You’re not psychic, Dan. I turn everything into a joke so I can imagine it wasn’t so hard for you to believe it was a joke.” If he’d have known the conversation would have grown this painful he probably would have thought twice before spilling it out. Inhaling sharply as she started going on about how great of a guy he was, unable to help but scoff at that. If he was such a great guy then why didn’t she feel the same way about him? Logan nipped that thought in the bud before it progressed further. He couldn’t think like that. He wouldn’t. “Stop, please. Just...stop. I don’t want you to try and make me feel better about it. It’s fine, really.” This was so embarrassing. Possibly high ranking on te list of most humiliating moments of his life. He didn’t have many of those.

A rueful smile flitted across his lips as she insisted that he should have told her before now. “Why? It’s not like it would have made a difference,” he said, shrugging his shoulders helplessly. He looked up at the ceiling as though it would proide him assurance. Sighing shakily without looking back at her, he added, “Look, embarrassment aside, I don’t want to screw up our friendship over this. I don’t expect anything from you. I just -- I thought you should know.”

[fin-flora]

Desire.

Tags: M/M, Est. R., smut, mild drunkenness, love, (+me gushing over Phil's body)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1976

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13959093

Summary: Dan’s turned on and slightly tipsy at Cornelia’s Birthday party because Phil is a teasing, little shit and they make love once they’re finally home.

a/n: beware of the tense switch in the middle - I am experimenting but it's on purpose, just so you know. AND: Written as a reply to this anon ask:

“Do you want another one?” Dan turned around to Phil, empty glass in his hand. He could feel the slight heat in his cheeks, his eyes wandering over Phil’s body up to his pretty face. He blushed a bit when he noticed that Phil obviously saw him do that.

Phil just smiled amused, skimming him with a soft gaze before his thumb was on Dan’s lips, swiping over them, “you got some gold there-”, using his nail. Dan locked eyes with Phil as he pulled at his bottom lip, pinching it. “You could also just kiss it away…” Dan mumbled against Phil's thumb, moving in a bit closer.

Phil laughed quietly before he leaned in and left a quick peck on Dan’s lips, “so smooth, Daniel.” Who looked back at him in with big eyes, pulling a small pout. Phil giggled and took Dan's glass, giving him another quick kiss before he added, “isn’t it a bit early to be a horny drunk already?”

Dan only huffed in fake indignation, cheeks warm as he looked after Phil, who apparently volunteered to get the next cocktails. His gaze wandered around the crowded party room, thinking that nobody was watching them anyways when he caught Cornelia's eyes from afar.

She made a silly face at him, wiggling her eyebrows before she raised her glass, moving it suggestively. He knew what she was implying but her silliness just made him giddy so he stuck out his tongue. Both were chuckling on either side of the room when Phil came back with some interesting coloured drinks.

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The cab ride home wasn’t long but also not quick enough over for Dan as his eyes wandered constantly back to Phil. He sat on the other side of the back seats, looking out of the window.

He was getting more turned on the longer he wasn’t allowed to do anything about it, his cock already half hard from Phil teasing him all night. He reached out and poked Phil’s arm, looking as suggestively as he could manage when Phil turned towards him.

Dan licked over his own bottom lip, biting it as his eyes dragged over Phil’s body, all the way down to his crotch before he made a point of placing his own hand over his bulge. He gave the cabby a quick glance, checking if he was busy enough to not notice anything, gladly he was one of the not chatty ones at 3 am.

Dan looked back to Phil who watched him, eyes wandering curiously between Dan's face and his hand. He started to rub a bit at himself, using his nails to elicit some nice tingling friction through his jeans. He saw how the realisation of what he was doing sank into Phil, as his mouth dropped slightly open and he raised an eyebrow at him in question.

Dan just looked back, continuing to touch himself, inhibitions maybe a bit low at the moment but the risk definitely worth it judging by Phil's reaction. He watched satisfied as Phil squirmed in his seat, pressing his legs together.

He looked back up to Dan, a pretty blush on his cheeks. Dan gave him a cheeky smile as he started to firmly palm himself through the thick fabric, dick growing hard, clearly visible in his pants.

He kept up with it for some time, watching Phil getting more flustered as his eyes wandered down again. Dan only stopped once Phil was going to press his own hand onto his dick. He got a hold of his wrist just before he could touch himself and interlocked their fingers, smirking at him.

He saw him squirm in his seat as he pressed his hand, a visible erection in his jeans as well. Phil huffed beside him, a small pout on his lips. Dan quietly laughed, mouthing a “soon” at him as his thumb caressed Phil's hand soothingly. His own erection pleasantly pulsing in his tight jeans.

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They enter their apartment with hands and lips on each other, hungrily moving over the other's body, touching all those spots that they loved, adored and yearned after.

Dan closes the door behind them as he pulls Phil closer to his body, falling back against the door. He moves his hands to Phil’s ass, grinding against him. He feels Phil move with him, dragging his hardening dick against and over Dan's as he nibbles on his lip.

He hears the needy noises Phil tends to make once he finally gets what he wants, squeezing his butt to get more of them. Phil holds on to him, hands clawing into the grey, thin shirt he is wearing.

Their lips move a bit sloppy but Dan can still taste some of the sweetness of the cocktails Phil had that night as he pushes his tongue in deeper, licking into his mouth. Their bodies move, hard cocks rubbing over each other.

He opens his eyes as Phil leans away from the kiss, his lips rosy and wet as his lidded eyes look at him with desire. He can tell what Phil wants by simply looking at him, feeling his spread hips rut needily. Dan leans in again, picking Phil up under his legs, feeling his hard cock press against his tummy.

Dan hears a small gasp as Phil holds onto him and he walks them over to their bedroom. Phil’s lips nibble at his ear before their wander down to his neck, making his knees week. He slumps him against the curved wall of their bedroom, hips stuttering against Phil needily and a bit desperate.

He feels his teeth sink into his sensitive skin, muttering a quiet “fuck” as his grinding gets a bit rougher. Dan hears Phil’s quiet laugh before he gets his fuzzy head back on track, walking them over to the bed, dropping down to his knees on it.

Phil lies in front of him with a cheeky grin plastered on his pretty face, hands wandering over his own chest before he sits up to push Dans close off. Dan helps, eager to get the fabric out of the way as he feels slightly to warm from the alcohol.

Soon they lie next to each other, kissing leisurely as their hands wander. They explore each other's bodies, grabbing and touching to elicit quiet moans and whimpers. Phil's lips wander to his neck once again and Dan can’t stop himself from pulling him closer, the need for more burning in his chest as the pleasure from it all descents into his hard cock,  prickling in it.

They turn so Phil’s on top of him, hips rolling with precum leaking dicks rubbing just enough over each other to make it feel good. Dan grabs the bottle of lube and pops it open. Phil's mouth is wandering back to his and they kiss deeply with licking tongues and nibbling teeth. Phil sits up in his lap, taking the bottle from him with a smile on his lips wet and puffy lips.

Dan watches him, eyes wandering over his hairy chest, just enough masculinity to get him going, complementing his rosy and perked up nipples. His gaze moves down to his smooth and soft belly before he looks at their dicks dangling needily next to each other. He wants to touch him so he does with his big hands wandering over Phil's soft thighs and up to his ass, squeezing and caressing it.

Phil looks down at him, eyelids dropping as Dan’s long fingers skimmed over his crack, moving gently over his rim and puckered hole. They open up again when Dan's other hand moves over to his nipples, fingers tickling over the sensitive nops.

He grinds down onto Dan, squirming in pleasure as Dan rolls one between his fingers, other hand holding him into place. He pinches and twists it which makes Phil's hips stutter and his mouth drop open, a quiet moan escaping his agape lips. He presses his palm against it, rolling his hips up in rhythm before he asks, “do you want anal or just-.”

Dan doesn’t have to finish his thought because Phil’s piercing eyes are back on him. He whispers a small, “this…” before he pores lube onto their cocks, discarding the bottle somewhere on the bed.

Dan inhales shakily when Phil moves his soft fingers over their cocks, rubbing them against each other as he spreads the lube around. He feels himself losing any control over his left inhibitions as Phil's slender fingers play with his tip, making his eyes drop close.

He concentrates on the feeling, rocking his hips up into Phil's movements as he continues to touch him and himself. His hand wraps around their dicks and they both move slowly into it as he strokes them.

He moans dirty and loud and he knows it but he is too turned on to really care and his hands are are touching Phil as he moves on top of him. He feels so good and his hands are back to teasing his nipples, wanting him to feel as good as he does.

He opens his eyes to see Phil’s reaction who locks eyes with him as he starts to jerk them off rougher, hand moving faster but still incredibly precise. Dan's cock twitches as Phil starts to moan, muttering meaningless complains as he continues to pinch and twist his hard nipples.

Dan loves his half broken moans, a bit too timid in nature to be as loud as him. It makes even more pleasure pool in the pit of his stomach, coiling as Phil gives them hard strokes. He feels Phil's legs quiver as he holds himself back, movements getting painfully slow and uncoordinated, keeping them both on the edge.

He moves his big hand down to their strained, slippery cocks, mumbling a quiet “close-.” It’s a statement and question in one, getting Phil to nod and look at him in agreement muttering a breathless “yeah-” before he holds onto Dan's shoulders.

Dan tries to continue to watch him as he jerks them off together, his own orgasm near, he holds back to watch Phil fall apart on top of him. Phil’s eyes find his and Dan can feel that he is really close, just moments away as his movements get more intense, demanding really, and the cute little, broken moans spill from his agape lips even louder as his cheeks are flushed pink.

He feels him come with one gasped “Ah-”, hips stuttering as he continues to moan under Dan's touch, cum drizzling out of his cock. It’s a beautiful thing to witness and it takes Dan nothing more than that to let go, orgasm pulsing through his dick and sensitive tip as their cum mixes on his belly.

He strokes them through it, opening his eyes as the waves of pleasure subside, both twitching a bit. Phils satisfied, piercing eyes are back on him as well and they smile softly at each other before their lips meet, kisses gentle and only there to give more love. Dan hums against Phil's cushiony lips, moving in the exact right way to soothe away anything aching inside of him, as always.

Phil leans back and grabs the tissue box, giving Dan a few for his hand before he cleans off his belly. It’s routine but also caring and intimate in nature, just how it should be. Words aren’t really needed, glances and touches enough as they get up to clean themselves off and to get ready to go back to bed.

They lazily brush their teeth next to each other and Phil pulls Dan closer again, his chest to his back, using the time to cuddle as their toothbrushes buzz. They spit out and move groggily back to bed, worn out but in bliss as they fall asleep next to each other.

x

side note: feel free to give me more ideas, prompts, fic requests. My ask and submit boxes are open. And dont shy away from more smut or just fluff requests, I love both, be creative -  inspire me. thanks.

[cinn-rawr]

DollFace. SP.

A/N: My first Sweet Pea fic. This is just the beginning and the general set up of the OC. Sorry if its boring. This is also the first fic I’ve ever posted to Tumblr…so please be kind and let me know if you want to read more! 

p.s. italics are internal dialog or text msgs. 

WARNINGS: cussing, lots of it. other than that...nothing?

Word Count: 2,888

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The fog had started rolling in already at 10pm, the perfect setting for a murder. Well if this wasn't Riverdale anyway.

Neon lights called me closer and closer to Pop's, the only place I wanted to be while the rest of my friends were at the back-to-school semi-formal.

All but one.

As the bell jingled over my head, I beamed at Pop and quickly bounced over to the counter to place my order. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted the familiar beanie, making my way to his table.

I fell into the booth, slapping my book down trying to elicit some reaction from the boy in front of me.

"How? Every single time, you know its me. How?!" My hands slapped the table in defeat. Slumping back I waited not so patiently for an explanation.

"You aren't exactly the most quiet person. Besides, you're the only girl I know who orders two burgers with fries - having every intention of eating it all yourself." Eyes finally met mine over the laptop screen, smirk in full view.

I rolled my eyes, "And I'd actually get to eat all of it too if you didn't steal the other burger." I huffed but my pouting was interrupted by the waitress bringing food to the table.

Two milkshakes, two burgers, and a large fry for us to split. Jughead's eyes lit up and his computer was all but thrown away from him.

I giggled and shook my head at him before being lost in my own burger. This had become a bit of a tradition for us over the summer.

With Archie working for his dad, and skipping out on the road trip Jug was more of a loner than usual.

Then Betty being overly involved in her internship, I had a new appreciation for lone wolves.

Don't get me wrong, I was super excited for Betty to get her internship. But there is only so much one can hear about the same 'amazing and life changing' experience before you just zone out.

I just didn't have the energy to feign excitement anymore.

After the food was gone, we settled in for the rest of our routine. Jughead typed while I consumed another book.

"What genre tonight?"

The mumbled sentence made me glance at Jughead before looking back to the book, "Dystopian. Zombie apocalypse."

The only response I received was a smirk and a head shake.

Right when the heroine was about to have her face eaten by a gruesome zombie, the bell over the door jingled again.

Instantly the relaxed mood at our table shifted, Jug's entire body tensed and for once his eyes stayed off the computer screen.

Must be Archie then.

Taking that as my cue, I put my book mark in and closed the book. I nudged Jughead with my foot and nodded a goodbye to him once his eyes met mine.

I gave Archie a brief smile and went to the counter to pay for tonight's meal. After blowing a kiss to Pop I glanced at the clock over his shoulder and realized I had spent two hours with Jug.

Wanting to smack myself I ran to the corner mart, quickly bought some non-perishable food and a few snacks. I made sure to grab a big bottle of flavored water for myself and quickly made my way out of the store.

The kid behind the counter was probably cussing me out for coming in after closing, but I only made him wait an extra five minutes. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

I held one bag in each hand, knowing that even double bagged they probably weren't going to last the walk to the trailer park.

Fog had settled thickly through the small town, though I'm not sure why I was surprised.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up like someone was watching me.

"Don't glance over your shoulder. Don't glance over your shoulder. You are just paranoid Celeste. This is not a horror movie, this is Riverdale."

"I think you're on the wrong side of the tracks there Dollface." A husky voice called from right behind me.

"Fuck!" Both bags met the ground with a thud and liquid fear coursed through my body, my hands balled into fists and I  spun around to face the voice.

A boy just about my age stood a few feet behind me, smirk twisting his lips in an appealing way. Well, if he hadn't just scared the piss out of me anyway.

"On this side of the tracks it is a horror movie, Dollface."

I scoffed and raised my middle finger up to him. "I don't care what horror movie you just rolled out of, I need to get all of this to FP's trailer before he gets home and now I have absolutely no chance of that happening."

I paused to look at the busted bags and looked up at the sky, in that moment Riverdale had finally defeated me.

"How do you know FP?"

His voice was closer now, I flicked my eyes over to him finally realizing just how tall he is since I could see him without moving my head. That, and he was a lot closer than I expected.

"Not that it's any of your business, Freddy Krueger, but I know his son. I also know that FP doesn't exactly go grocery shopping." I waved my hand at the bags in a condescending way.

The smirk had yet to leave his face and when I finally straightened up I came face to face with the Serpent on his leather jacket.

Of-fucking-course.

"Sweet Pea."

I put my hands on my hips, enacting a false bravado, "That better not be another pet name Jason."

This time he actually laughed. If I thought he was attractive before, now with a grin covering his face he was absolutely beautiful. Heart stopping, butterflies in the stomach, daydream worthy gorgeous.

Without noticing a smile had made its way onto my face and a little giggle escaped my throat.

What the fuck, I don't fucking giggle.

"That's my name, Dollface." He knelt down and started picking up the groceries. Well just gathering them together and grabbing anything that had rolled away.

I was completely confused. As a northsider I fully anticipated a few threats about staying on my side of town. Not that I actually thought the northsiders were better than southsiders...but if you hear something enough you start to believe it.

Damn Alice Cooper and her brainwashing, and damn me for letting it work.

"Wait here and I'll be right back." His grin made me nod my head without questioning him.

As he disappeared into the fog I fumbled for the phone in my pocket.

To: Mom Hey, a problem getting the bags to FP. At the trailer now, will be home soon.

From: Mom That's fine sweetheart. Have a ride home?

To: Mom Yes, friend from school is helping me out. I'll lock up when I get home.

From: Mom Be safe darling.

By the time that conversation was finished a matte black pick up had pulled up beside me.

Sweet Pea got out with a few extra grocery bags balled up in his hands. Without words he handed me the bags one by one I shook them out to open them and he filled the bags as I held them.

He loaded them into the back of the truck and opened the passenger door, giving me an expectant look. I just raised one eyebrow in question, expecting some form of communication before I just hopped in his truck.

"I'll take you to FP's. You might want to hurry though, he's going to be leaving the Whyte Wyrm soon." His tone of voice was a challenge in itself, one I found myself answering.

I walked towards him and the truck before stopping right before him and making eye contact, "Celeste. Celeste Daniels. Not Dollface."

Another smile split his face and before I could fall under its spell, I hopped into the truck. I watched him walk around the truck like a hungry predator, tracking his movements and trying to anticipate what he would do next.

"And, if you're giving me a ride to FP's you might as well take me home afterwards." I casually informed him making him pause in starting the truck.

This time he scoffed and shook his head at me. I seem to be getting that reaction a lot tonight.

The drive was silent, but by the time we reached the trailer I couldn't take the silence anymore. It's one thing with Jughead, but something completely different with someone I don't actually know.

"At the risk of sound like a complete idiot, other than the obvious reasons, how do you know FP?"

The question just popped out while we were putting away the canned goods and snacks. I avoided eye contact and grabbed a cold water bottle out of the fridge and set it on the counter. Following that I searched the cabinet above the sink for the pain killers. Standing on my tip toes I could feel the bottle just out of my reach.

"Dammit!" I was still trying desperately to reach the bottle when I felt a hand on my waist making my body turn to stone. I stopped breathing and physically couldn't move. Heat soaked in through my shirt as a tan hand reached past mine to grab the medicine bottle.

His warm breath caressed my ear as he set the bottle beside the water on the counter, "Just the obvious reasons."

We stood there together for a few seconds until he moved away and my body turned into jelly, long gone was the stone and my limbs felt like they lacked bones. Once I finally pulled myself together, I walked passed Sweet Pea to the fridge again and grabbed a beer. I twisted the top off and took a large drink, letting out a heavy sigh in relaxation before I turned back to him.

I gave a little shrug, "He won't need it by the time he gets home."

He gave a little nod to acknowledge what I said but didn't seem in a talkative mood.

I had gotten through half the bottle before he opened his mouth again, "So if you don't want FP to know, why do you do it?"

I gave him the simple answer, "Because of his son, Jughead."

This didn't seem to be the answer he was looking for, he actually seemed disappointed for a moment before he was back to his stoic face.

In a moment of utter weakness, I chugged the rest of the beer and placed the bottle on the bar with the rest of them. I guess I just wanted to put that smile back on his face, the one that made me weak in the knees.

"This summer, well my best friend Betty had an internship." He scoffed, interrupting me. "I know, typical 'northsider' overachieving. I know. But it happened. Then Archie, Jughead's best friend, kind of ditched him. So Jughead and I hung out for most of the summer and he became my best friend." I shrugged and leaned back on the counter again, looking up into his eyes.

He came over to lean beside me, just far enough away so we didn't touch. But it seemed like it was his way of telling me to continue. So I did, I explained that when I found out how much FP was drinking and when I noticed he started to lose weight I decided I'd start dropping food off to him.

"He caught me the first few times, said he didn't need charity. But its not charity, Jughead is like my brother so in some weird way I consider FP family. In my family we always take care of each other." I rambled on and by the time I finished and realized how much I told a complete stranger, a deep blush settled on my cheeks.

I felt a rumble through the counter and turned my head to see Sweet Pea chuckling, a large smile covering his face. I felt a smile stretch my lips and I considered his smile a huge accomplishment.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket making me jump and laughter escape Sweet Pea. I gave him a sharp smack to the chest as punishment for laughing at me and to hide my embarrassment.

I pulled the phone out of my pocket to see two texts.

From: Mom Are you sure you don't need a ride?

From: Juggie Where are you?

The time was almost 2am. I shot a quick text to Jug saying I was on my way home. But when I looked over at Sweet Pea he already had his keys in his hand.

"Lets go." He started walking for the door and I kind of panicked and didn't want to leave.

So I did the first thing I could think of and grabbed his hand, "Wait! Are you actually taking me home? Because I can walk, o-or get someone else to come get me."

He just held onto my hand tighter and pulled me out of the trailer.

After I was settled in and Sweet Pea had shut the door, I quickly sent my mom a text.

To: Mom On my way now. Details tomorrow?

From: Mom Promise?

To: Mom Promise.

"That your boyfriend?" Sweet Pea asked as the truck sped down the road. It was sad that you could tell instantly when you had crossed from the south-side to the north-side of the town. The surroundings definitely gave it away, it’s like the town was trying to let the south-side fade away.

"Pfft, no. That was my mom, I don't have a boyfriend. I guess like you, everyone thinks I'm dating Jug or something." I mumbled the last part and flipped through a few radio stations before figuring out that there is nothing good on the radio at 2am.

"I was just curious. No need to bite my head off." he shot back but the look on his face let me know he was joking, so I gave him a good hit on his arm this time.

"No hitting the driver! You could have killed us!"

I lightly tapped his shoulder like he was a good puppy, "If you have such little confidence in your driving skills, you probably shouldn't be driving."

He grabbed my hand and held it down on the seat between us, "Or you could just stop hitting me."

The warmth from his hand helped to keep mine warm, I didn't pull my hand away but internally I was FREAKING out. Is he holding my hand? Does he know that he's holding my hand? Why am I all tingly? I am NOT a virgin and this silly boy with his silly name and his stupid smile are making me act like I'm a fucking bashful virgin. I need to get out.

So I was nervous, sue me. In between giving him directions, I was rambling.

"So I guess I'll have to bag my own stuff the next time I shop for FP, left here. Well I'll just have to make sure that I don't go in after they close, maybe then the cashier won't be so pissed at me. Next right."

When we finally made it to the house, all the lights were off but the porch light.

"Do you always talk this much, or is this special for me?" His smirk was back, obviously he could tell I was nervous. Asshole.

"Yes, I talk this much. Often. All the time. No. Not usually." The last was mumbled quietly and I refused to make eye contact with him.

When I peaked up at him he had that gorgeous smile on his face again and I couldn't help but to grin back.

Sweet Pea snatched my phone and started typing away while I sat quietly in shock. When he handed it back, it was open to a new contact page with all his information typed it.

But he gave me the option of saving it or not. That was surprisingly sweet.

I bit my bottom lip while I hit the back button on his name. Hit one letter and save. Sweets.

"Call me the next time you get stuff for FP and I'll drive you." His tone changed completely and was almost shy, it made my heart melt.  

Here I was in a car with a boy that someone like Alice Cooper would tell me is trash and not to be trusted, but for me he was like my knight in shining armor. At least for this night anyway.

I nodded and gave his hand a squeeze before opening the door, before he could try doing it for me.

"I'll think about it. See you later Sweets." I gave him a quick wink and shot out of the truck like my ass was on fire.

I fought with myself the entire way up the walk way, just don't turn around. I made it half way. Up the stairs, with my hand on the door knob I turned to wave as the truck quietly pulled away from the curb. 

While faintly I heard “Soon Dollface!”

[junker-town]

Which NFL team is truly the most dysfunctional?

The Jets fired their GM weeks after the draft. The Raiders’ organizational chart is just a bowl of Skittles.

Poorly run franchises are a proud NFL tradition. A combination of messy management and bad luck can sink a team to the bottom of its division and keep it there for years to come. And no team is immune; the dynastic runs of the Patriots and Cowboys came only in the wake of years upon years at the top of the draft.

The trend is alive and well in 2019. The Jets fired their general manager less than three weeks after he made the team’s selections at the NFL Draft. The Giants have spent that same stretch defending GM Dave Gettleman’s decision to draft zero-time All-ACC honoree Daniel Jones with the No. 6 pick. The Raiders’ brain trust is P.F. Chang’s most loyal customer, that guy from Monday Night Football you used to mute, and the draft analyst who thought orangutans were making a mockery of the sport.

But who is truly the most dysfunctional franchise this season?

The Giants are a shit hurricane

I feel badly for Pat Shurmur. Every time the touted offensive mind raises his stock high enough to slide back into head coaching consideration, he gets poached by a team in a hopeless situation. It happened in 2011 with the Cleveland Browns, and now it’s happening again in New York.

The Giants currently have no idea what to do with Eli Manning, the 38-year-old who is either going to be immediately replaced by Daniel Jones or start for the next two or three years instead — Gettleman isn’t sure yet. They let All-Pro safety Landon Collins leave in free agency with nothing but a likely compensatory pick in return. They shipped All-Pro wide receiver Odell Beckham Jr. to the Browns in exchange for a safety to replace him and the No. 17 overall pick — a pick that made Gettleman’s decision to take Jones in the top 10 even more frustrating. They then used that 17th selection to select Dexter Lawrence, who replaces Damon Harrison ... who Gettleman traded away for a fifth-round pick last fall.

New York has taken a shotgun-blast approach to ship out existing stars and replace them with debuting lottery tickets. But the past year suggests any homegrown talent won’t stay for long in the belly of a franchise that’s unable to move in any one direction before spinning out, turning around, and spectacularly detouring back to mediocrity. — Christian D’Andrea

J-E-T-S, JETS! JETS! JETS!

It’s been 50 years since the Jets’ lone Super Bowl win (and appearance). They haven’t made the playoffs in nearly a decade, and they’ve finished at the bottom of the AFC East four out of the last five seasons.

When Todd Bowles was fired at the end of the 2018 season, it would’ve been logical to let general manager Mike Maccagnan go too.

Instead, the Jets let the guy who used a second-round pick on Christian Hackenberg to stick around and hire the next head coach. He chose Adam Gase, who finished with a losing record in three years in Miami and elicited an extremely “don’t let the door hit you on the way out” reaction from Dolphins players when he was axed.

Maccagnan then handpicked the newest Jets players, spending $120 million in free agency — sometimes to the objection of Gase — and drafting the rookies who will wear the team’s CFL-looking jerseys.

Fast forward a couple weeks and everyone is pointing and laughing at the Knicks for not winning the Zion draft lottery. A day later, that’s when CEO Christopher Johnson decided the Jets needed our attention again for all the wrong reasons and fired Maccagnan.

Now, team is in the hands of Gase, who has the wild-eyed lunacy of Dennis Hopper in, well pretty much everything, but especially those Nike commercials from the early 90s:

That came a few months after:

Chris Johnson says he would not hire a head coach who demanded total control #Jets

— Geoff Magliocchetti (@GeoffMags5490) December 31, 2018

And a couple days after:

Adam Gase: Rumor about rift with Jets GM Mike Maccagnan “pisses me off.” Story: https://t.co/Zl9x8unyio pic.twitter.com/XUfrIpspV1

— Manish Mehta (@MMehtaNYDN) May 10, 2019

And a couple hours before Gase’s first big move as interim GM was to trade 2016 first-round pick Darron Lee to the Chiefs for ... a sixth-round pick? Yikes.

Oh, and now Le’Veon Bell and C.J. Mosley both know their new coach doesn’t think they’re worth the money they were paid.

Even if reports are true, that won’t stop me from doing what I came here to do...everyone has a job to do, and I’m gonna do mine whether peopIe “like” me or not. I’m here to win football games.

— Le'Veon Bell (@LeVeonBell) May 16, 2019

And they’re taking cues from the Raiders?!

Just months after NFLN Draft Analyst Mike Mayock took the Raiders’ GM job, his replacement Daniel Jeremiah is under serious consideration for a prominent front-office position with the NY Jets, per sources. NFLN Draft Analyst job has become breeding ground for front-office jobs.

— Adam Schefter (@AdamSchefter) May 15, 2019

They could’ve let the Giants and Knicks battled for New York’s dumpster fire crown. But nope. That dishonor belongs to the Jets, a team that birthed The Buttfumble and had Bill Belichick as its head coach for one day before he went to New England to begin his dynasty. Bravo. — Sarah Hardy

The Bengals? More like the Bungles

The Bengals have to be on the Mount Rushmore of cheap sports franchises. For a team that drafts relatively well, they really struggle to retain some of their top talent.

Let’s rewind the clock back to 2015. The Bengals had one of the best offenses in the league. Andy Dalton finished second in the league in passer rating, Cincinnati was ranked seventh in points per game, and the Bengals won the AFC North with a 12-4 record.

Unfortunately, Dalton got injured and the Bengals ended up losing in the Wild Card Round to the Steelers, continuing their decades-long playoff winless streak. That offense was loaded with players. Andrew Whitworth, Kevin Zeitler, Mohamed Sanu, and Marvin Jones were key cogs on that playoff team. None of them are still on the team.

Letting Whitworth and Zeitler walk in free agency was especially confusing. Whitworth has been one of the best left tackles in the NFL over the past decade and was a fan favorite. After the Bengals lowballed him, he signed with the Los Angeles Rams prior to the 2017 season and has still been a shutdown left tackle.

Zeitler was the Bengals’ first-round pick in the 2012 NFL Draft and became everything they could want in a guard: a monster in the run game and the pass game. But Cincinnati just refused to pay him and he ended up signing a five-year, $60 million deal with the rival Cleveland Browns.

What happened next was fairly predictable. The Bengals were unable to replace two stud offensive linemen and their offense immediately fell off a cliff. They were eventually able to help fill the void left by Sanu and Jones with Tyler Boyd, but they haven’t been able to replicate that 2015 success.

When you have extremely talented players, open up the checkbook for them — especially when you have the cap space to do it, and the Bengals almost always do. — Charles McDonald

The Jaguars blew their only Super Bowl window in a decade

The Jaguars have never had a great quarterback. You might be saying, “Hey what about Mark Brunell? David Garrard?” but calling them anything more than “OK” is a stretch. When Blake Bortles threw 35 touchdowns in 2015, he destroyed the franchise record for touchdown passes in a season by 12 freakin’ touchdowns.

There were 15 players in 2018 who would’ve had the second-most prolific passing season in franchise history if they were in a Jaguars uniform. That includes Baker Mayfield, who had 27 touchdowns as a rookie in only 13 starts.

Maybe their historical lack of success at the position is why they’re still so hilariously terrible at evaluating it. After a dominant defense and a powerful rushing attack got the team to the AFC Championship in January 2018, the Jaguars decided Bortles was worth a three-year, $54 million contract extension. Everyone who has watched Bortles play football laughed and — one year later — the quarterback was released, sticking the team with $16.5 million of self-inflicted dead cap space.

The solution to the problem — in Jacksonville’s eyes — was giving Nick Foles a four-year, $88 million deal. That mammoth deal that includes $50 million guaranteed came despite the fact that there were no other significant suitors for Foles. According to Mike Garafolo, the Jaguars paid him that much because “they need Foles to walk in there and be the leader” and were worried he wouldn’t get the same respect at a lower salary. Smart!

Is Foles worth that much? Nope. He’s inconsistency personified with a passer rating at 96 or higher in three seasons and a rating below 82 in four seasons. He posts outstanding completion percentages by being arguably the best passer of all time at checking down well short of a first down.

The Jaguars could’ve drafted Patrick Mahomes or Deshaun Watson in 2017. Lamar Jackson was on the board in 2018, and they could’ve gone after Dwayne Haskins or Drew Lock this year. Instead, Jacksonville’s first bit of relevance in the last decade is circling the drain because of the team’s staggering inability to find a worthwhile quarterback. — Adam Stites

The Chokeland Raiders, amirite?

The NFL is much more fun when the Raiders are good and able to be the bad guys. They make perfect villains. The problem is that the only people they’re terrorizing are their own fans (and the Steelers, once every other year or so, for some reason).

Reggie McKenzie was far from the best general manager in the NFL, but he inherited a Raiders team that was happily paying Richard Seymour and other veterans far too much money. The team was still recovering from bringing in guys like JaMarcus Russell (ahahaha) and Kwame Harris (AHAHAHAHA), and it had no first-, second-, third-, fourth-, or seventh-round draft picks for that year.

When McKenzie took over in 2012, the Raiders were more than $30 million over the salary cap thanks to the mismanagement of Al Davis, whose propensity to meddle and make poor decisions really hurt the team.

McKenzie purged the bad contracts, and slowly — very slowly — brought the Raiders around. He got rid of Hue Jackson, Seymour, Michael Huff, Darrius Heyward-Bey, and Rolando McClain. Carson Palmer was the face of the franchise for a while, a move that was made by Jackson before he was let go, but McKenzie eventually traded him. He then added standouts like Khalil Mack, Derek Carr, and Amari Cooper, bringing together a young core that would likely lead the Raiders back to contention.

Except it didn’t. The Raiders went 12-4 in 2016, with McKenzie being named Executive of the Year. But soon Mark Davis started butting in again, sacking Jack Del Rio and giving Jon Gruden a stupidly large contract ($100 million, if you forgot) and full control over the roster, making McKenzie redundant.

Gruden, a man who many believe was and still is stuck in the past, quickly dispatched with McKenzie and then proceeded to absolutely decimate the Raiders roster. Mack and Cooper were both traded, and instantly became stars for their new teams.

Now the Raiders have Gruden, a depleted roster severely lacking in young talent, and just turned three first-round picks into a “C” draft grade.

Oh, and I didn’t even talk about the absolute shitshow that was (and is) their relocation to Las Vegas. A terrible back-and-forth with the city of Oakland went nowhere, fans were misled, arguments over nothing occurred, and the Raiders are heading to Vegas next year. I’m sure they’ll be well-liked there — look at the Vegas Golden Knights — but it’s essentially twisting the dagger that’s been stuck in the hearts of Raiders fans for well over a decade now. — James Brady

[chaliceinneverland]

“I think you’re a very sick person,” he said coldly.

“I think our marriage is much sicker than I am, Doug. I don’t understandyour reaction.”

“You deceived me. I would never have let you go over there to do this,which is undoubtedly why you didn’t tell me. India, you were deceitful.”

“For chrissake, Doug. Grow up. There’s a real world out there full of dangers and tragedies and terrible people. If no one exposes them, what’s going to stop those people from hurting me, or you, or our children? Don’t you understand that?”

“All I understand is that you lied to me in order to take photographs of a lot of filth and teenage prostitutes and revolting old men. If that’s what you wan tin your life, India, fine, go for it. But I want no part of it, or of you, if this is the world you want to live in.” “I’ve been getting that message loud and clear from you,” she said, looking at him with disbelief. There was no pride, no praise, no recognition of what she might have accomplished with her story. She hadn’t even seen it, but she knew that if it had elicited this reaction from him, it must have been as powerful as she had intended. “I thought you’d get over it, maybe even ‘forgive’ me for wanting to have a little more in my life than just picking Sam up at soccer, but I’m beginning to think it is going to go on forever like this, with you punishing me for what you perceive as my many offenses.”

“You’re not the woman I married, India,” he accused, as she looked at him with sorrow.

“Yes, I am, Doug. That’s exactly who I am. I haven’t been that person in a long time. I’ve only been the person you wanted me to become. And I tried. God knows I tried. But I think I could be both people, the one you want, and the one I’ve always been, the one I was before I was your wife. But you won’t let me. All you want to do is kill that person. All you want is what you can make me.

“I want what you owe me,” he said. And for the first time in seventeen years, after what he’d just said to her, she felt she owed him nothing.

“I don’t owe you anything, Doug, any more than you owe me. All we owe each other is to be good to our children, and make each other happy. Neither of us owes the other a life of misery, or of forcing each other into being something we can’t be, or worse yet, depriving each other of something that makes us feel better, as human beings. What kind of a ‘deal’ is that? Not a very good one.”

- Bittersweet, Danielle Steel