#he actually had a key on a loop by his pocket before

[cocopurplepompom]

You made your icon? Do you have a bigger picture of them?

Sure! I had to dig through my camera roll for these since I don't have them on hand right now, but here they are, before and after painting!

I made them in with my school's 3D printers, a matching pair for me and my friend.

Unfortunately, they are very small, about 5 cm tall, so the pictures might not help much.

Six's raincoat took so many layers of paint, but it was worth it in the end!

[alchemistc]

"Is it okay if I call you my boyfriend?"

Tommy is - Tommy is maybe being ambushed. He's barely through the door, night five in a row of convincing himself (and then talking himself around under and through, and then re-convincing himself) that if Evan wanted a break, or time to himself, he wouldn't keep inviting Tommy over.

"Hi," Tommy says, overnight bag in his hands, the spare key Evan had given him on night three ("It's not too soon if we don't think about it too hard." "I'm just following your lead, psycho," Tommy had responded, but he'd gathered him in for a series of kisses, all the same.) still rattling amongst his own house and car keys in his hand. "How was your day, Evan? Mine was great, thank you for asking."

Evan shoots him a mildly snarky look in response, already rounding the kitchen table to grab for Tommy's bag. Tommy watches in something approaching dangerous levels of smitten as he hooks Tommy's keys next to his on one of the hooks above the sideboard, as he hefts Tommy's bag up out of Tommy's hands and behind him, four stairs up towards the loft, where one of them will inevitably trip over it when things get hot and heavy and they forget it's there. Tommy knows this, because it's happened four nights in a row already.

He should give Evan his spare. Let him nest by slowly bringing over pots and pans until he's satisfied with the tools available in Tommy's kitchen. They won't have anything to trip on in Tommy's ranch, Tommy lies to himself.

Evan hooks fingers in Tommy's belt loops, and tugs him in. This is where the real ambush happens. Evan will press his lips to Tommy's, slide his tongue to the roof of Tommy's mouth, bite down on Tommy's lip just when Tommy is thinking he might have a chance of coming out of it with his brain cells more or less intact, and then he'll pull a ridiculous move like sliding his hand into Tommy's back pocket and Tommy will lose the entire plot.

Or.

Evan tips forward and lets his lips linger over Tommy's, a beat, two, three, and then he tilts his head and rather than changing the angle of the kiss he pulls away, bright eyed gaze searching Tommy's face for - something. Tommy knows what the something is but they're moving at a pace that puts card carrying UHaul Caribiner Lesbians to shame so he's pretending he doesn't know. "Serious question, actually. I - you always use 'partner' when you're talking about your - the guys you - exes? and I don't want to make you uncomfortable but I - I kinda like boyfriend."

'Your - the guys you - exes' incorporates a fair number of pillow talk confessions Tommy's made about the overly casual relationships he's maintained in the past for months (years, sometimes) without a real label, so Tommy doesn't take offense to the way he stumbled through it. He's so utterly charmed by this man.

"Boyfriend is fine," Tommy tells him, because he doesn't really have a preference, either way. Partner is - easier. Partner had worked well for him when he was newly out and trying desperately to make it seem like he was a regular old member of the community, and not shitting his pants every time someone referenced Tommy dating a man, like it was a completely normal occurrence and not at all something he'd spent decades trying to hide. A transition phrase, really, only he'd gotten used to it and then he'd hit thirty-five, and then forty, and the first semi-serious relationship he'd had he'd used partner, and it'd stuck.

He's ready for a real kiss, now that that's decided, but Evan twirls away before Tommy can angle his head in for it. Something is sizzling in a skillet when Evan takes the lid off, and Tommy resorts to eyeing the pull of his shirt across his shoulders so he doesn't do something ridiculous like pout about not getting his mind-altering greeting kiss.

This is a pair of jeans Tommy hasn't seen before - lighter wash than Evan usually prefers, and doing absolutely amazing things for his ass as he shifts from foot to foot.

"Come taste," Evan says, darting a look over his shoulder and absolutely catching the way Tommy's eyes bounce up guiltily. They are apparently just blazing right past the 'boyfriend' thing.

It's - too early. Maybe. Tommy's never had the greatest idea for when relationship milestones are meant to happen, or in what order they should happen in. He's not about to ask Eddie, Mr. Move A Girl In And Have Her Watch My Kid While I Engage In An Emotional Affair With My Dead Wife's Doppelganger.

Which is a shame, because Eddie's one of the few friends he has that will really get into the nitty gritty of feelings conversations without a million no homo disclaimers, like Tommy isn't incredibly aware of how Not homo his friends are. Like Tommy has ever shown an inkling of attraction to ninety-nine percent of them (Sal, at his bitchiest east-coast moments, a glaring exception to a general rule).

He's too busy licking sauce off the spoon Evan's already blown on to cool for him to give it too much more thought. Screw appropriate timing.

"Mmm," he murmurs, when Evan raises a brow. "Needs more garlic."

"You always say that."

And Tommy feels a little warm, beneath his sternum, at the idea that they've done this enough times for Evan to be saying things like 'you always say that' with more than a hint of exasperation.

"Am I ever wrong?"

Evan pouts, and it's adorable in all the best ways. "No," he pouts some more.

Tommy finds himself a stool, and takes a moment to recalibrate, to resettle into his bones. He slides a finger along the edge of a leaf of the plant sitting front and center on the island, bought two weeks ago at a farmers market he'd had to drag Evan out of bed for. It's a little over watered. He's been meaning to tell Evan for three days now.

Tommy breathes, and breathes, and breathes some more. The plant - Geraldine, according to a very concentrated Evan, who'd stared at the thing until a name 'spoke to him' - stares back with the yellowed edges of her leaves.

"You don't mind partner, do you?" he asks, when he feels like he has his bearings again. He could... probably switch it up. Make an attempt, at least. The other option hovers over him like an anvil, just waiting for the Benny Hill music to cue up, for Tommy to think it a little too hard and a marriage proposal to come pouring out of his mouth in a comedy of errors that ends with them hitched in Vegas without any alcohol to blame. He doesn't need Eddie to tell him that is too much too soon.

Evan shifts his weight so that he can keep stirring while still maintaining eye contact. "No. It's - it's nice."

"A ringing endorsement. Evan, if you prefer -."

"I wanna be that. For you. Whenever - I mean I called you my boyfriend today on a call and Chim gave me shit for it the rest of the day but I started thinking about it. If - if you ever refer to me like that. Partner is... partner will be good." He's tiptoeing around the point, the whole reason he'd brought it up in the first place, no doubt.

Tommy can't remember ever having this specific conversation before. He'd so rarely needed it, had kept his work and personal life so separate that if the word slipped he never needed to worry about it getting back to the guy he was seeing at the time.

Tommy isn't reading into the preferences outlined. Partner, for Evan. Boyfriend, for Tommy.

"Am I --." Tommy pauses. He can tell based solely on Evan's reaction that he's doing a horrendous job of hiding the uncertainty in his expression. "Why boyfriend?" he finally settles on.

Evan's face flushes pink. "I...kinda didn't mean to say it? I - well it almost came out as My Tommy, and Hen would have died laughing and probably renamed you in the group chat. But. It was. I said it and it felt." He gestures, unsure himself now, which wasn't Tommy's intention. "I know we haven't talked about it. It's probably way too soon and you're just indulging me, but it felt like - like finally getting the last word in the Sunday Crossword. In pen."

He's constantly knocking it out of the park with contrived analogies that somehow make Tommy want to curl up under twenty blankets and watch Love Actually with a pint of Americone Dream. Tommy's gonna give him the extra spare that's been dangling off his keychain for a week and a half.

"Evan," he says, heart in his throat, the heavenly scent of garlic tickling his nose. "You gotta stop saying romantic shit to me or I'm gonna lock you in my spare room until I find a ring that doesn't come off."

It's not a proposal. They're - this is all - neither one of them has any chill about the other. He's shared secrets with this man he was sure he'd take to his fucking grave.

Evan smiles cheekily at him. "I always figured, with the job, y'know, I'd get a tattoo."

The hair on his arms stands on end, for a moment. Christ.

Jesus Christ.

"Sounds painful," he says, when he can't come up with a single way to bounce out of this conversation. He doesn't want to, is the problem.

He should want to, maybe. Probably.

"And, like, super permanent," Evan adds, still smiling, eyes doing that crinkly thing at the corners. "Definitely won't come off. Not without painful lasers, anyway."

"Better to just keep it, then," Tommy murmurs, voice a few registers lower than he usually speaks, doing everything in his power not to stare at the bare left hand Evan has settled on his own hip.

He blinks, and turns to stir the sauce. Clears his throat, and settles the lid back on the pan. "So. Boyfriend. It's - you don't mind- I can call you that."

Tommy watches him fidget and wonders how he'd ever managed to keep it cool for as long as he did. "For now," he says, and Evan swallows, and beams

[auroralwriting]

Consider: Bucky thinking he’s misplaced his dog tags, only to find that the reader’s been holding them hostage/wearing them because he’s (accidentally) ignoring her, and the reader knows this was the best way to ensure she finally gets his attention

attention

avenger!bucky barnes x avenger!reader (after tfatws)

bucky's been ignoring you, and you know how to get his attention.

word count: 1.5k | warnings: light angst but overall fluff

Bucky had never been one to keep too busy. He liked things low key, relaxed, casual. Even while Sam, himself, and you were reforming the Avengers, he always made time for you, his best friend.

Deep down, though, you knew you both weren't just friends. Late nights drinking beer and dancing were enough to tell you that you both were more than just friends. It seemed like Bucky knew it too, seeing as he refused to go on any dates Sam tried to set up or even download Tinder, which he wouldn't have done anyways.

After a long, hard few months of trying to find funding, Clint had suggested Kate Bishop, his somewhat protege, who happened to be rich as fuck as you'd later find out. After seeing her skills, you knew she was perfect for the team.

Kate was quick to suggest Yelena, who took a week and a half longer than Kate to convince, meaning it took her a week and a half to say yes after what she called, 'obsessive behavior' of finding her and begging her to join.

Now, the Avengers were back, and slowly becoming better. Sam was busy working out arrangements with the government while Kate bought the necessary equipment for you all. Yelena was focused on making the best uniforms for you all (filled with many pockets), and Bucky was focused on finding leads to focus on. You, on the other hand, handled the press that was looming over you all.

Even with all of that, Bucky made time for you. However, it was becoming apparent he was finding excuses to not see you.

It began with the excuses that he was busy with leads.

"Buck!" You called in a sing-song voice as you walked in the room he was sat in. "I just bought us a twelve pack, and I think Star Wars is calling our names." You smiled as you walked up next to him.

He barely even looked up from his computer screen, "I can't tonight. I think I have a lead and I need to focus before it goes off-grid."

Okay, that seemed totally reasonable. "Oh, of course. Maybe tomorrow," You smiled.

"Maybe," Bucky said, voice so nonchalant you weren't sure if he had even registered your voice. So, you said a soft goodbye and left the room, feeling confused and awkward.

The next time it happened, it was four days later. Bucky was sat on the computer again when you approached. "Hey Bucky, I was wondering if you wanted to take a nighttime drive on your Harley? It's been a while since we've ridden."

"Outta gas," Bucky's voice was monotone as he replied. "Some other time."

Immediately, it felt like a punch to the gut, which you've felt more than once and this one hurt worse. "Oh, yeah." You muttered as you walked away.

That night, you contemplated everything that had been happening. What had you done to upset Bucky to the point of avoiding you? There had to be some reasonable explanation to this, right? The only way to find out for sure was to get Bucky to actually speak to you again.

When the morning came, you woke up extra early. Bucky was an early riser. You weren't sure if that was from his time in the military or Hydra. You made your way to his room where he was absent. It took just a moment to see the steam leaking from under his bathroom door for you to figure out he was showering. As you looked around his room, you looked at the table next to his bed and saw your target: his dog tags.

Bucky never did anything without those on. They were a part of him, and you'd never even seen him without them on. Maybe it was a bit too invasive, but it felt like the only solid way to get Bucky to speak to you.

You carefully walked up to his nightstand and grabbed the tags, looping them around your neck and tucking them under your shirt. The metal was cold on your sternum, and you had to wonder if the coolness of the tags reminded Bucky of his arm.

The thought was quickly thrown to the side as the noise of running water disappeared. You quickly made your way out of his room, making sure to be extra silent due to his super soldier hearing. You shut the door as quietly as you could and made your way to your room where you collapsed on your bed, the adrenaline of it all making you feel out of breath.

You looked at the clock, six forty-three. The time began now to see how long it took for Bucky to realize you were the thief of his dog tags.

Bucky felt the panic rise on his chest when he saw that his dog tags were not on his nightstand where he left them after getting up. He had the same routine: wake up, take off his tags, and shower.

He searched all around the area to see if they fell. No luck. Bucky felt stumped about where they could be.

There was no way they could've fallen off at any point yesterday. Sam and him spent the evening sparring, and he would've told Bucky if he'd seen the tags laying around. Plus, Bucky remembered taking them off when he woke up.

So where could they possibly be?

They couldn't have broken and fallen off without him noticing, right? They were tags from the forties, there was a chance they just didn't withstand the test of time. Bucky always knew they were on him, though. Those tags were almost a part of his body. He would have felt if they weren't on.

Then, it hit him. The only person who knew just how much they meant to Bucky was you. Was there any way you had taken them?

Bucky quickly made his way to your room, knocking on the door a little bit harsher than he intended too. He looked at the clock that was hung on the wall next to him, it was seven o'eight. There was no chance you were awake.

The door opened slowly and a very anxious looking you. All Bucky could see was just your head, the rest of your body was hidden behind the door.

"Well, look who's come to see me." You said in a flat tone.

Bucky sighed, "I'm sorry, I've been busy. Have you seen my tags?"

His abruptness made you flash your eyebrows upward. "Your dog tags?"

"The only tags I wear," Bucky sighed, growing more frustrated by the situation as the second hand on the clock ticked. It was then that Bucky spotted a flash of silver from the small part of your neck. He pushed the door open further and was able to spot the chain just peaking out from your shirt.

Before Bucky got a chance to say anything, your eyes became watery. A small sense of newfound panic coursed through Bucky's veins. "You kept blowing me off," Your voice sounded small and fragile as you admitted your feelings to Bucky.

"Doll, you know I didn't mean too." Bucky sighed as you sat down on your bed. He was quick to follow, sitting thigh to thigh with you.

"But you were so mean," Bucky didn't think he could feel his heart break more until he heard you small voice call him mean. You were right, he was being mean, but it wasn't on purpose.

Bucky set his hand over your own, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. "M' sorry, Doll. I didn't mean to be mean." Bucky sighed, his head hanging in a sense of shame. He'd never meant to hurt you.

"Why?" You asked in reply, looking at him with confusion.

Bucky stuttered over his words for a moment, taking a breath to calm himself. "I realized that my feelings for you aren't just.."

"Friendly?" You offered. Bucky's eyes flashed to your face, surprise taking over his features. He didn't know you also realized it, too.

"Yeah, that." Bucky nodded. "And I got scared." Bucky sighed, his metal hand rubbing over his face as he took a shaky breath. "I never expected myself to feel this way about someone, especially someone so good."

You felt your heart melt at Bucky's words. "Buck," You mumbled, flipping over the hand that was over yours so your fingers intertwined.

"I never meant to hurt you, doll." Bucky reiterated, looking at you with a gentle care. "Please, forgive me."

"Only if you forgive me for taking these," You replied, hand slipping from his so you could take off his tags.

You set them in his hand as he stared at them. "You know exactly what to do to get my attention, huh?" His next move surprised you, his hands going behind your head as you felt the coolness of the chain relaxing around your neck once more.

"Bucky, no. I can't-"

"I want you too," Bucky urged, staring deep into your eyes. "They're yours. I'm yours."

You felt your heart warm at his words. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything, doll." Bucky replied, a soft smile playing his lips as you enclosed your fist around the tags.

"I'll guard them with my life," You promised.

Bucky exhaled, "I know you will."

[st7rnioioss]

˚࿔ HANDYMAN!CHRIS x NEIGHBOR!READER introduction◞ ۶ৎ

HANDYMAN!CHRIS ... who is a bit flimsy and sleazy. sure, he’s a handyman, so his job is literally to repair and restore, so he often gets a little dirt on his hands. he has a hard shell, but once you’ve knocked through that, he’s a complete softie.

HANDYMAN!CHRIS ... who has his own little business. it’s not super huge, but he drives around town to fix broken sinks and showers, help people with broken down cars since he’s got some experience with being a mechanic, and broken pipes and loose tires. he’s a bit of an everything-man, but he knows exactly what he’s putting his hands on. he’s amazing at what he does, and that’s why the business is still up and running—plus his charming smile.

HANDYMAN!CHRIS ... who, speaking of charming, is a little skirt chaser. he currently doesn’t have a girlfriend, but he’d never turn down a hookup… though he’s not very active currently. his business has grown busy, but the town loves him, especially the older ladies down the street.

HANDYMAN!CHRIS ... who first met neighbor!reader in the laundry room in the basement of their apartment building. he had just moved in next to her and hadn’t gotten to say a proper hello—until he saw her. she quipped a small ‘hi’, and when the small talk evolved, they realized they were neighbors. and wow, was he lucky. he’s stunned, you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, and he gets to live next to you?

HANDYMAN!CHRIS ... who quickly adapted to the days you’d be in the laundry room. he “coincidentally” had dirty clothes the same day, which was just an excuse to talk to you while waiting for the laundry. one time, he took a snoop at the panties in your laundry basket, making sure to sneakily slip them into his old carhartt pants when you weren’t looking.

۶ৎ NEIGHBOR!READER ... who also has a hard shell. she’s not necessarily mean or rude, but it takes a little to get to know her. she’s not the type of girl to spill all her secrets after hanging out once or twice… but when she meets chris? she’s sure she wants to tell him her whole life story from the start, every single secret, every single fact about herself, her hidden talents, her birthmarks, everything.

۶ৎ NEIGHBOR!READER ... who is an absolute sweetheart to everyone once she gets to know them. example: every single tuesday, she helps the elderly woman on the second floor down to the basement with her laundry, while they chitchat about the recent gossip in the building and neighbor!readers studies. she’s so grateful and blessed to have people around her she loves, and is never too shy to offer a helping hand.

۶ৎ NEIGHBOR!READER ... who was literally giving chris heart eyes the first time she saw him. she loved the edge he had, the gruff stubble on his jaw, carpenter jeans, the keys in his belt loop. she was immediately wondering why they hadn’t seen each other before, and why she wasn’t latching onto him right now. she said a quick ‘hi’, watching him adjust the backward sitting cap, before averting her attention back to the washing machine.

۶ৎ NEIGHBOR!READER ... who actually noticed when chris snooped her underwear. she wasn’t stupid, no, not at all. she saw the lace peek out of his pocket when he turned to say goodbye, and she recounted her underwear when she got back inside her apartment. she just couldn’t wait to return the action differently.

۶ৎ NEIGHBOR!READER ... who’s got a little balcony where she’s looking over at chris, sometimes from the inside, sometimes outside. they’re facing the same road and could climb over to the other if they wanted. one night, she saw him sitting out there, marlboro pack on the tiny table he’s treated himself with, enjoying the view. she immediately climbed out there, acting all nonchalantly and as if she didn’t see him, purposely sitting so she was facing him, snooping over the book she was.. “reading”. and chris? oh, chris was enjoying the way she was too focused on him to notice the way her skimpy night shorts had ridden up her legs.

MASTERLIST

۶ৎ neighbor!reader getting back at handyman!chris after he stole her underwear

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[casdeans-pie]

If I could pitch season 16 of Supernatural:

Dean wakes up and it turns out that everything from 15x18 was an Empty Nightmare because he actually grabbed Cas just before he got taken, so got pulled in too.

Sam and Jack have been trying to get them both out for 5 years.

Jack still got the God Powers but he's whimsical with them and retains his personality. He wants to try and preserve human free will. But also helps in small ways where he can. (and still pops into the bunker for a bowl of cereal from time to time)

Sam is the 'new Bobby' in the MOL bunker - sending out hunters and knowing all the lore about all the monsters. (Also he practices witchcraft on the side)

No blurry wife - Sam and Eileen are engaged - and no Dean Jr. But! they are considering having a kid soon. And! They can get married now that Dean and Cas are back!

Dean and Cas heartfelt reunion!!! Clinging hug!!!! Never let me go again!!!! We're not talking about the confession but we both want to!!!!! etc etc

Cas is still an angel and Jack offers to make him an archangel !! Cas feels like he should say yes out of obligation (even if he doesn't want to leave) but Dean actually FINALLY asks him. to stay? (Cas immediately declines Jack's offer)

Dean struggles with the memories of his Empty Nightmare. (It was just SO bad. But also he tries to describe Old Man Sam and his bad hair and that cheers him up.)

The original Death is back because he never really died, he just didn't want to be involved in all the Winchester shenanigans. But he's back now that all the world-ending chaos is over. (Tessa is also back as his second-in-command)

Billie is the new ruler over the Empty, and it's a place of eternal rest now. Very peaceful. Meg is there and she's having a great time relaxing.

Crowley comes back as a human for a second chance. He's still kind of an ass but he's lovable with it.

Lots of reunions and cameos. It's magic you can bring all sorts of characters back to life - a lot of them died unfairly in the first place. Bring them all back!

Dean! and! Cas! Kiss!

I want all the genres of kiss. Confused. Desperate. Relieved. Passionate. Tender.

The season is all very character focused and character driven and ties up any loose ends the show had left.

The drama comes from internal character struggles and with Dean and Cas figuring out where they fit into this 5 years on world now. (The answer is together doing whatever they want to and Dean comes to the realisation he wants to retire, but he struggles with reconciling that he wants to retire and Sam doesn't and they have to go on different paths now).

The series ends with the big Sam/Eileen wedding and it's just a huge party and gathering of all the cameos you can possibly think of. Friends, family, frenemies, some beloved characters who only appeared in one episode... they're all there.

Dean proposes to Cas by taking the loop from Baby's keys out of his pocket and getting down on one knee and using it like a ring stand-in (it's way too big but it's symbolic and cheesy and sweet and it doesn't matter)

Of course he says yes.

The end.

[koyagifs]

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮: 𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓽𝓽's 𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻!

pairing: poly!ot8 x reader au: werewolf | camp counselors | the quarry genre: angst | horror | fluff (?) word count:5.454k synopsis: summer has now come to end camp counselors ! we ask that you pack up as quickly as possible before the sun goes down. who knows what monsters lie in the dark. warning(s): Minors do not interact! mentions of sexual acts, virgin teasing.

August 22, 25 17:07

જ⁀➴ As the bus disappeared around the bend, the low hum of the engine fading into the distance, an eerie stillness settled over the camp. San lowered his hand, glancing at the others with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Well, that’s it. No more campers. Just us.”

Wooyoung rolled his shoulders, letting out a groan. “Finally. I thought I’d never get a break from pretending I actually enjoy arts and crafts. If I have to look at one more macaroni necklace—”

Yeosang cut him off with a smirk. “You’ll wear it and like it. Admit it, Wooyoung, you teared up when little Jamie gave you that friendship bracelet.”

Wooyoung pointed at Yeosang, mock-indignant, but his movement was a little too quick—betraying the friendship bracelet he had hastily hidden behind his back. “That’s slander. But, yes, I am a style icon, even with pasta accessories. You wouldn’t understand.”

Yn giggled softly, her laugh carrying in the quiet of the empty camp. Her gaze lingered on Wooyoung, fondness evident as she watched her boyfriend continue to defend his pride against Yeosang’s teasing smirk.

San stepped toward her, the keys jingling softly as he pulled them from his pocket. “Alright, lovebirds, save the flirting for later,” he said, quirking a brow at Yn before tossing the keys lightly in the air and catching them again. “We still need to finish checking the grounds before it gets too dark.”

Yn turned her attention to San, raising a brow. “You just don’t want to do it alone, do you?”

San feigned a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest. “Me? Scared? Never. But if you’d prefer to wander into the woods by yourself, be my guest.”

Wooyoung, overhearing, waved a hand dismissively as he continued to bicker with Yeosang. “San’s scared of his own reflection after sunset. Don’t let him fool you.”

San shot him a mock glare, tossing the keys to Yn. “Alright, brave guy, why don’t you take the cart and do the rounds instead?”

Wooyoung immediately faltered, his confidence deflating. “Uh, I mean, I would, but—”

“That’s okay,” Megan cut in smoothly, stepping forward and looping her arm around Yn’s. “I’ll go with Yn. We need to collect our bags anyway, don’t we?”

Yn blinked in surprise but nodded. “Oh, right. We left them by the staff cabin earlier.”

San arched a brow, twirling the keys around his finger. “Convenient excuse, Megan, but sure. Just don’t crash the cart.”

Megan rolled her eyes, tugging Yn toward the cart. “Please. I’ll drive safer than you ever could.” She glanced over her shoulder at the boys, smirking. “Try not to get lost while we’re gone.”

Wooyoung watched them go, his playful bickering forgotten as a faint pout crept onto his face. “I was going to go with her,” he muttered under his breath, earning a chuckle from Yeosang.

“Relax,” Yeosang teased, clapping a hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder. “She’s not running off into the woods forever.”

August 22, 17:30

જ⁀➴ " so, want to tell me how you and Wooyoung ended up together?" Megan asked, a smirk held on her face.

You blushed, tossing the bags onto the golf cart, " we're high school sweethearts actually. I've known the guys since high school actually."

Megan nodded her head, the urge to roll her eyes being nearly impossible. " what about San, do you know if he's single?"

You stifle a laugh, trying not to give away the fact that San is dating you. " it's complicated?"

Megan hummed in acknowledgement, " he was a tough nut to crack. I was trying to have a summer fling, especially since Mr. Kim said that a spot open up."

Your eyes widened slightly, and you shot her a curious glance. "Wait, you were thinking about... with San?"

Megan shrugged nonchalantly, though her smirk suggested she was enjoying watching you squirm just a little. "Well, who wouldn’t? He’s charming, funny, and has that whole mysterious vibe. Thought it’d be a fun distraction, you know? I figured a little summer romance never hurt anyone.” She glanced over at you, gauging your reaction. “But now I’m thinking maybe I’ve got competition, huh?”

You turned away from her, trying to hide the annoyance that was bubbling up inside. "I wouldn't exactly call it competition," you muttered, your voice a little sharper than you intended. You could feel your cheeks flushing, and though you didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of reacting, it was hard not to.

You mumbled, "I’m going to go double check if we left anything," walking away from Megan, hoping some space would help clear your head. Megan didn’t argue; instead, she hummed to herself, watching your figure disappear into the distance. After a moment, you heard her settle back into the golf cart, the engine purring to life as she sat in wait.

You all agreed to hide the relationship within each other. It wasn’t exactly a secret that you were in a poly relationship, but you and the guys had decided to keep it low-key for now. Hongjoong and Mingi had backed out last minute, so the rest of you—Wooyoung, San, Yeosang, Yunho, Jongho, and Seonghwa—had come up with a more… playful way of managing things. The winner of a game of rock, paper, scissors would get to flaunt you as their girlfriend for the time being. It was meant to be lighthearted—nothing serious. But sometimes, it felt more complicated than that, especially when outside eyes started poking around.

You stood still, your gaze locked on the large tree ahead, its twisted bark covered in faded carvings. The remnants of past campers’ expressions of affection—names, dates, and hearts—etched into the rough surface. But one set of initials stood out to you, carving itself into your memory in a way the others didn't.

Jacob + Emma forever

A chill ran down your spine as your eyes lingered on the carving, the words far more unsettling now than they would have been in any other context. It wasn’t just the crude simplicity of the message. It was the weight of the history behind it. This was the same tree where previous campers had left their marks—before the murders, before everything had gone so horribly wrong.

You took a slow, cautious step back, trying to shake off the feeling of dread creeping into your chest. The atmosphere around you had shifted. The once playful atmosphere of the camp now felt heavy, darkened by the eerie presence of the past. The words on the tree had never bothered you before, but now, they felt like a warning.

Suddenly, a rustling sound from behind you made you freeze. You spun around quickly, your heart pounding in your chest. The woods had always been a little unsettling at night, but now, it felt like something—someone—was out there, watching. You strained your ears, trying to catch any movement or sound, but there was nothing. Only the wind whispering through the leaves.

You let out a slow breath, trying to calm yourself. "It’s just the wind," you whispered to yourself, trying to rationalize the feeling of unease. Still, something felt off.

Glancing back at the tree once more, you felt a shiver run through you. You were no longer alone in the woods; the history of this place seemed to weigh down on you, and the feeling of being watched was impossible to ignore. You couldn’t shake the thought that the dark memories of the past were still very much alive, lingering in the shadows of the camp.

You knew you needed to get back to the group—back to safety. But as you turned to head back to the golf cart, the air around you seemed to grow colder, the darkness thicker. It wasn’t just the remnants of a past tragedy that lingered here; it was something more. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Walking back to the golf cart, you climbed into the driver’s seat, trying to shake off the lingering unease that still clung to you. Megan let out a relieved sigh as she stretched her arms above her head, clearly glad you were back. "Finally, I thought you were going to be out there forever."

You gave her a small, forced smile, trying to keep your tone light. " had to make sure we had everything,"

Megan nodded, her smile wide and eager. "Back to the boys then! I'm so ready to head back home," she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm, clearly glad to be done with the strange atmosphere of the camp.

You nodded and started the golf cart, the engine hum filling the quiet between you. The wheels kicked up dust as you steered back toward the others. The flickering shadows of the trees seemed to stretch longer with every passing moment, but you pushed the unease to the back of your mind. You didn’t want to dwell on it, especially not with Megan so carefree beside you.

As you drove, Megan started chatting again, her voice a welcome distraction. "So, about that thing with San," she began, raising an eyebrow at you, "any chance he’s got a soft spot for me after all? I mean, I was thinking of trying my luck, but..." She trailed off, her gaze flicking over to you mischievously.

You groaned inwardly but kept your eyes on the path ahead. "Megan, seriously?"

" what? he's either single or not. I need a good fuck and San looks like he can give that to me,"

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your expression neutral as you kept your eyes focused ahead. The words Megan had just said stung more than you expected, and you felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks. You knew she was always bold, but hearing her be so direct about San left an uncomfortable pit in your stomach.

"Megan, seriously?" you repeated, this time your tone sharper, betraying your frustration.

She seemed unfazed by your response, her smirk widening as she leaned back in the seat, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "What? I’m just being honest," she said, shrugging. "I need to know if he’s worth my time. You can’t blame me for looking for a little fun, right?"

"That’s… not the kind of conversation I want to have," you muttered, trying to push down the uncomfortable twist in your gut.

Megan raised an eyebrow, clearly still amused by your discomfort. "don't tell me you're a virgin ms. high school sweet heart?"

Your face flushed, the blood rushing to your cheeks as Megan’s words landed like a blow. The teasing tone in her voice only made the situation worse, and you could feel yourself shrinking under her gaze.

You tightened your grip on the steering wheel, trying to focus on the road ahead, but her words echoed in your mind, making your discomfort feel even more pronounced. "Megan, that's none of your business," you snapped, your voice colder than you intended.

Megan let out a light laugh, clearly enjoying the effect her words had on you. "I’m just messing with you," she said, though there was an edge to her voice. "Relax, I didn’t mean anything by it. Just trying to get to know you, that's all."

August 22, 18:01

જ⁀➴Yeosang stuck his tongue out at Wooyoung, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he turned on his phone. The familiar whine of Wooyoung’s voice echoed through the air, clearly frustrated. “Ugh, Yeosang! Seriously? I thought we were past this!”

San chuckled, the sound of his laughter echoing through the camp. He slammed the van’s hood shut with a satisfying thud, wiping his hands on his pants as he turned to face the group. “She looks good to go!” he called out, the pride in his voice unmistakable. “Now we just need Mr. Kim to hand us the keys and for the girls to come back.”

Wooyoung crossed his arms, still giving Yeosang a playful glare. “I swear, I’m going to make you pay for this later.”

Yeosang simply shrugged, not at all bothered by Wooyoung’s mock annoyance. "You wouldn't know what to do with me if you tried," he teased, eyes flicking to the van with a mischievous glint. "Besides, we’ve got everything ready. It’s just a matter of time."

San wiped his hands one last time and nodded toward the small office where Mr. Kim was supposed to hand over the keys. “Yeah, I’ll go grab them in a sec,” he said, his tone easy and casual. "No rush. It’s not like we’ve got anything better to do right now."

The rest of the group was scattered around the camp, most of them hanging near the van or chatting in low voices, waiting for things to be set in motion. You, on the other hand, were still making your way back with Megan, the uneasy feeling from earlier still lingering in your chest. The drive back had been quiet, but now, seeing the group come back into focus, you couldn’t help but feel like there was an unspoken tension among everyone. It was something you couldn’t quite place, but you knew something had shifted.

Megan hopped out of the cart first, waving to the group with a wide grin. "Looks like you all are ready to go," she said, her tone light and casual as she walked toward them.

Yeosang and Wooyoung nodded, their heads both tilting toward her as she approached the group. Yeosang gave her a quick smile, but Wooyoung’s playful expression remained unchanged as he fiddled with his phone, clearly more interested in his screen than anything else at the moment.

San, however, wasn’t as distracted. He noticed you gathering your bags and started walking over toward you, his steps slow and deliberate, almost as if he was giving you some space to handle whatever was on your mind.

You adjusted the straps on your bag and tried to push any lingering unease aside, wanting to focus on the present. But the quiet pressure from earlier—the unease you’d felt during the drive—still pressed on your chest, making everything feel a little heavier than usual.

San placed his hand on your hip, and you couldn’t help but flinch slightly at the sudden contact. The unexpected warmth of his touch made your heart race for a moment, but you quickly relaxed into it, feeling the tension from earlier ease just a bit. There was something about San’s presence that always made you feel grounded, even in moments like this when everything else seemed so uncertain.

He chuckled softly at your reaction, his fingers brushing lightly against your side as he adjusted his grip. "Didn’t mean to startle you," he said, his voice teasing but also gentle. “I’ve got it.” With that, he took your bag from your hands and effortlessly slung it over his shoulder.

You blinked, a little surprised by how smoothly he took charge of the situation. “Thanks,” you murmured, watching him as he stood there for a moment, the weight of your bag clearly no issue for him. His gaze met yours, and for a second, the world seemed to slow down, the noise from the rest of the group fading into the background.

Megan's eyes focused on the interaction between you and San, her gaze sharp as she raised an eyebrow. She then turned to Wooyoung, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips. “San’s a bit touchy with your girlfriend, isn’t he?”

Wooyoung glanced over at you and San, his expression unreadable for a moment, before he shrugged casually. “Yeah, looks like it,” he replied, his tone light but there was an edge to it, something playful but also knowing.

But before Megan could push further, Yeosang stepped in, his voice cool and composed. “But that’s how San is with everyone, nothing unusual.” He reached over and pinched Wooyoung’s side sharply, signaling him to cool it, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Wooyoung let out a quiet yelp at the pinch, giving Yeosang a look of playful annoyance, but he quickly backed off, raising his hands in mock surrender. In one swift motion, Wooyoung rushed to your side, wrapping his arm around your body with a dramatic flourish, pulling you into his side.

The sudden movement caught you off guard, and a surprised squeal slipped from your lips. You turned to give him a playful shove, but his arm was already firmly around you, and the laughter in his eyes made it clear that he was thoroughly enjoying the reaction.

“Gotcha!” Wooyoung said, his voice full of mischief as he grinned down at you. “I knew you’d make the cutest noise.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t suppress the small laugh that followed. “You’re such a dork,” you muttered, still trying to regain your balance after his unexpected move.

Without the boys noticing, Megan quietly approached the van and popped the hood, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the engine with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She stood there for a moment, pretending to inspect the engine, all while a playful smirk tugged at her lips.

A small "ah" escaped her lips as her fingers expertly tugged on the rotor arm, removing it from its place with a satisfied look. She held it in her hand like it was some kind of prize, her eyes glinting with mischief as she examined it, clearly pleased with her little sabotage.

what's another night, she thought, a grin spreading across her face as she slipped the rotor arm into her pocket, hiding it away. The thrill of causing just a bit of chaos was too sweet to resist, and besides, they wouldn’t figure it out until they tried to leave. And by then, it would be too late.

She softly shut the van's hood, making sure it clicked shut with a quiet finality. There was no rush—she didn’t need to draw attention to herself. She walked away from the van with an air of nonchalance, her hands tucked casually in her pockets, as if nothing had changed.

The rest of the group was still distracted by their bags and idle chatter, completely unaware of the trouble Megan had just set into motion. Yunho and Seonghwa had now joined the group, laughing and talking as they made their way over to the van. Wooyoung, ever the playful one, hung onto you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he leaned against you with a dramatic sigh.

"Come on, Yn, how much longer do we have to wait before we can head out?" Wooyoung asked, his voice full of exaggerated impatience, though the teasing grin on his face made it clear he was just messing around.

You rolled your eyes, trying to shake him off without much success. "You’re impossible, you know that?" you muttered, laughing despite yourself. “We’re waiting for Mr. Kim to hand us the keys, remember?"

As if on cue, Mr. Kim walked out with a wide smile on his face, his steps light and easy as he approached the group. “What’s going on, Hacketers?” he asked, his voice filled with that familiar cheerfulness that had become almost contagious over the course of the summer.

The group turned to him, all a little relieved that it seemed like the wait was finally over. You could see the tension lift from their shoulders, even as they continued to chatter among themselves. But beneath it all, there was still that underlying tension—like something was just about to tip over, though none of them knew it yet.

Wooyoung was the first to speak up, still draped over you like a human blanket. “Mr. Kim, about time!” he exclaimed dramatically, winking at you as if they’d been waiting forever for this moment. “We were getting antsy here, waiting for you to show up.”

San, looking over at Mr. Kim with his usual relaxed smile, nodded. "Yeah, what's the hold-up? We ready to get out of here?"

Mr. Kim gave a little laugh, raising an eyebrow. “A bit impatient, aren’t we?” He walked over to the front of the van, holding out the keys. “Alright, alright, here you go,” he said, tossing them to Yeosang, who caught them easily.

“Now, don’t go breaking anything on the road,” Mr. Kim added, glancing at the group with a knowing smile before turning to leave. “And remember, no speeding or any funny business. This isn’t a race, you know.”

The group cheered in agreement, the excitement for the drive back building as they began to move toward the van. Yeosang climbed into the driver’s seat, sliding into place with the keys in his hand. He slipped the fob into the ignition, turning it with a quick flick of his wrist. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the van’s engine sputtering—groaning, struggling to come to life.

Yeosang furrowed his brows and turned the key again, but this time, the engine only let out a few weak coughs before falling silent again. He glanced at the group, his expression confused but still calm.

"Uh... guys?" Yeosang’s voice was laced with a hint of concern as he tried once more to turn the ignition. Again, nothing happened.

The rest of the group, all leaning against the van or standing nearby, exchanged confused glances. San stepped closer, his usual easy smile fading as he watched Yeosang try again.

"What's going on?" San asked, his voice casual but with a hint of concern creeping in.

Yeosang glanced up at him, his own frustration beginning to show. "It's not turning on..." he replied, shaking the fob in his hand as if trying to will the van to start.

As the group gathered around, a set of footsteps approached from behind. The sound was deliberate, heavy, and filled with a quiet sense of urgency. Mr. Kim’s voice followed soon after, concern thick in his words as he walked toward the van, his eyes scanning the engine.

“What happened? Is there an issue with the van?” Mr. Kim asked, his tone sharp with worry as he glanced at Yeosang and the rest of the group. His eyes flicked over the van as if trying to assess the situation.

The group exchanged looks, all of them feeling the weight of the unexpected trouble. San stepped back slightly, his eyes narrowing. "It just... won’t start," he muttered, clearly baffled. "We drove here just fine, right? I mean, it worked earlier."

Mr. Kim’s face twisted into a frown as he stepped closer to the hood, examining it more carefully. His fingers ran over the engine, checking for any obvious issues. But everything seemed normal, nothing out of place that could explain why the engine wouldn’t start.

"Let me take a look," Mr. Kim said, though there was an edge of frustration in his voice now. He opened the hood and leaned in, peering over the engine like a mechanic assessing a problem.

Yeosang, still holding the keys, tried the ignition again. This time, the van let out a weak sputter but refused to fully start.

"I don’t understand," Yeosang muttered, stepping back in frustration.

Megan, who had been quietly watching the scene unfold, stood slightly apart from the group, her hands clasped behind her back in a seemingly innocent pose. The corner of her mouth twitched, as though she was holding back a smile, but she quickly masked it.

The others were too preoccupied with the van to notice her behavior, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. You turned slightly, catching Megan’s eye for a split second, and you saw the faintest glint of satisfaction in her expression. It was enough to send a chill down your spine.

Mr. Kim, still looking under the hood, sighed. "Something’s definitely wrong," he muttered. "But I don’t see anything major. Looks like the engine’s fine."

Yeosang groaned in frustration. "Then why isn’t it starting?" he asked, looking around as if expecting an answer to fall from the sky.

Mr. Kim let out an annoyed groan, his frustration evident as he slammed the hood of the van shut with a force that made everyone jump. The sound of metal clashing rang through the air, but he didn’t seem to care. He dug into his pocket, the jangle of keys clashing together as he retrieved a set and held them up for everyone to see.

The group stared, confusion spreading through their faces as they watched him. Even Yeosang, who had been trying to figure out the van’s issue, stopped and turned toward Mr. Kim. The sudden shift in the air felt like a signal that things were not going to go as planned.

Megan, standing off to the side with her arms crossed, took a step forward. Her expression remained calm, but there was something in her eyes—something sharp and calculating.

Mr. Kim cleared his throat, looking at the group. “Well, it looks like we’ll be staying here another night. The van’s not going anywhere right now,” he said, his voice tight with annoyance. “I know it’s not ideal, but we’ll get it sorted in the morning.”

The group exchanged uncomfortable glances. No one had expected this, and the weight of the situation settled over everyone like a thick fog.

“That’s fine, Mr. Kim," Megan spoke up, her voice sweet but with an underlying tone that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. She stepped forward, the smile on her lips wide but her eyes cold. “We’ll be fine on our own. Really, you don’t have to worry about us.”

There was something unsettling in her words, the way she dismissed Mr. Kim’s concern so easily. The rest of the group stood frozen, unsure of how to respond.

Mr. Kim paused, glancing at Megan with a furrowed brow. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, his gaze flicking between her and the group. But then, as though dismissing his doubts, he nodded and tucked the keys into his pocket.

“Well… if you’re sure, Megan," he said, his tone softening. “I’ll make sure someone’s here in the morning to look at the van. But remember, stay safe and don’t go off on your own too far.”

Megan’s smile widened, a knowing look in her eyes. “Of course, Mr. Kim. We’ll be fine,” she repeated.

Mr. Kim rubbed his face, clearly exhausted by the turn of events, before he turned to Seonghwa, his expression stern. “You’re in charge, Seonghwa. No one in, and no one out, understood?” His voice carried the weight of authority, the kind of command that brooked no argument.

Seonghwa, who had been standing to the side, straightened up immediately, his posture shifting into something more serious. His usual calm demeanor shifted to something more guarded, as if he understood the full weight of Mr. Kim’s words. “Understood,” Seonghwa replied, his voice steady and unwavering.

Mr. Kim nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. He took a deep breath and looked over the group one more time, his eyes scanning everyone. “Make sure you all stay inside. Hunting season starts tonight.” His tone was final, a clear signal that whatever was coming, it wasn’t something to take lightly.

The group stood in stunned silence for a moment, processing what he had just said. Hunting season? The words hung in the air, thick with a sense of foreboding that no one could quite shake. Everyone had heard the rumors—the stories of the area being dangerous during certain times of the year, but hearing it from Mr. Kim made it feel all too real.

San was the first to speak up, his voice tense but laced with the same calm he always carried. “Hunting season? What exactly does that mean, Mr. Kim?” His brow furrowed as he glanced around at the others. They were all starting to realize that this wasn’t just some precautionary warning—it was something more.

Mr. Kim’s eyes softened slightly, but the seriousness of his words remained. “It’s exactly what it sounds like. There are things out there. Things you don’t want to cross paths with after dark. Just stay inside, lock the doors, and don’t wander off. I’ll make sure someone checks on you in the morning.”

Seonghwa, standing near the front of the group, gave a firm nod in response to Mr. Kim’s orders, his expression unreadable but clearly resolute. “We’ll stay inside,” he said quietly. “We’ll be fine.”

Mr. Kim gave one last nod, his expression hardening, before he turned and walked toward his truck. The engine roared to life as he revved it, the sound of the truck cutting through the still night air. He drove it closer to the group, parking it near the edge of the campgrounds, ensuring that he could keep an eye on things from a distance.

“I mean it, you guys,” Mr. Kim called out from his truck, his voice louder now, firm and resolute. “Stay inside. No exceptions.”

His eyes scanned the group one last time before he slammed the truck door shut. The heavy rumble of the engine faded as he drove off into the darkened distance, his vehicle disappearing into the night.

The weight of his words hung in the air, settling over everyone like a thick fog. The group stood in silence, the tension palpable, each person processing what had just been said.

Megan’s voice broke the tense silence, her tone almost too light, too playful for the situation. “Well, now that Mr. Kim is gone, let’s have a party!” she said, her words dripping with a mischievous lilt.

Her sudden shift in energy felt jarring against the quiet weight of the night. It was as if she were trying to cut through the tension, but the effect wasn’t exactly comforting. You could see the others’ uneasy glances exchanged, as if they were all weighing whether or not to entertain her.

San, ever the protective figure, gave her a pointed look. “Megan, now’s not really the time for that,” he said, his voice firm. His hand briefly brushed against yours, grounding you as if he could sense your unease.

Yeosang, too, seemed hesitant. He glanced over at Seonghwa, silently seeking reassurance, but when Seonghwa didn’t immediately respond, he gave Megan a cautious smile. “It’s probably not the best idea, Megan. We should stay inside and wait for morning.”

But Megan wasn’t deterred. She put on her signature grin, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, come on. A little fun never hurt anyone. We’re stuck here, might as well make the best of it, right?” She swung her arms dramatically, as if it were all just a game.

Wooyoung’s carefree attitude seemed to slice through the tension, his playful shrug drawing the eyes of the group. "Why not? A last hurrah before we go back home," he said with a grin, his voice light, but there was a glimmer of something darker in his eyes, as if trying to mask his own nerves.

Yunho, ever the easygoing one, nodded along, a mischievous smirk playing at his lips. “Ehh, what’s the harm? I still have some booze from last night anyways,” he added, pulling out a small flask from his jacket pocket and giving it a casual shake.

The suggestion of a party wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, but it was clear the others were leaning into the idea. Yeosang’s eyes darted between the group, his lips pressing into a thin line as he seemed to weigh his options. He looked like he was about to voice his concerns but hesitated, clearly torn.

"Don't look at me like that," Yeosang muttered under his breath, crossing his arms. "You know I can't be the boring one every time."

Megan's excitement was almost contagious, but you could sense the undercurrent of tension still hanging in the air. She bounced on her heels, clearly thrilled by the idea, her grin widening. "Yes! Sannie and I can go look for some snacks!" she exclaimed, turning toward San with a gleam of mischief in her eyes.

Seonghwa’s calm and authoritative voice cut through the chaos of excitement, his small smile reassuring. He looked around at everyone, giving out tasks with precision. “Wooyoung and I will be in charge of getting wood. Yunho and Yeosang, you guys make sure the phones are charged for music. Yn, you and Jongho can go ahead and meet us there.”

You blinked for a moment, taken aback by Seonghwa’s decision to put you with Jongho. It wasn’t like you minded the company, but you hadn’t expected him to pair you with him so suddenly. You gave a quick nod, not wanting to question the plan. Wooyoung quickly came by to place a kiss on your lip.

" see there beautiful!"

[specialagentlokitty]

Hotch x reader - everybody’s favourite

Sorry for requesting something so soon after my Wanda ask... But all I can think of is like Hotchkiss with reader who just absolutely spoils him and jack because their like a CEO or something and want them to have the best. And one day they send Hotch to work with a gift for Spencer after a hard case (maybe a book he's been looking for but can't find). So the team get a little jealous and want to meet her. - @azeal-peal 💜

Looking at your phone, you smiled at your lock screen and went back to looking at the people you were sat in a meeting with.

“How about we take a small break?” You asked.

“Your boyfriend calling?” Someone chuckled.

You laughed softly, standing up as you grabbed your phone.

“Actually my boyfriend is here, and we’re in no rush to finish this project, I trust you all. Go take a few hours, we’ll meet back just after lunch.”

Everybody seemed happy with this arrangement, and you quickly tidied a few of the papers away, setting them aside and picked up your papers.

Heading to your office, you set them on the desk, then walked back outside, making your way across the office.

You saw him before he saw you, and you grinned from ear to ear as you walked closer.

“Hello sweetheart.” You greeted.

Hotch turned around, a smile gracing his face as he saw you.

He opened his arms and you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him wrap his own around you and you pulled him down for a kiss.

Letting him go after a minute, you played with the hairs on the base of his neck.

“I just got back, Jack is at school so I thought I’d come see if you’re free.”

“I’m always free for you my darling.”

Hotch chuckled a little bit, letting go of you he held his hand out and you took it, letting him lead you back to his office.

He gathered your phone, your keys and your wallet for you, putting them into the pockets of his blazer, then held out his arm.

You looped your arm with his, making your way down to the parking lot.

“I was thinking about jacks trip, and I want to get him some new clothes for it, oh and a new suit for you, we have an appointment with the tailor.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I’m going to do it. So, suck it up and tell me about your case.”

Hotch nodded, opening the car door for you, and you got in.

When he was in the drivers side, he began to tell you about the case on the way to the tailors.

He explained how hard the case was for Reid, and what had happened, the fact that Reece had been hurt, and he’s really struggling with the fact he was hurt.

You listened carefully as he talked.

“The poor kid has it hard.” You sighed.

“I know, but honestly he’s one of the best agents we have, if not the best agent. I just wish there was some way to boost his confidence in himself.” Hotch sighed.

“Give it time, I imagine life has been hard for him because of how smart he is, and we know this world isn’t too kind to people who are different. Just keep supporting him Aaron and let him know you’re there for him.”

You guided your boyfriend into the tailors and over to the man who was waiting for him.

While they were measuring up a new suit, you were flicking through some others, looking at the colours and designs, then you made your way over to the accessories.

You found a nice, though expensive watch in the glass case.

“It’s nice isn’t it?” Another man asked.

“Absolutely, though I was wondering if you have something a little less flashy and more work appropriate. My boyfriend wouldn’t be able to wear this to work.”

The man nodded his head, pulling out some watches.

“Some of these are more expensive due to their unique design, but they would be more appropriate for a working environment if you didn’t want it to be easily damaged.”

You looked through them, and you looked at a pure gold one, small intricate designs carved into the links of the watch.

“I like this, I’ll get this one. He’s currently getting a new suit fitted so I’d like to wait for that before paying, I’ll probably get him a few more ties as well. Something that says professional, but can be used for formal meals and such as well.”

He nodded.

“We have a few I think you’ll like them.”

You carried on picking some stuff up for Hotch, then waited by the counter for him, also getting yourself a new watch since you wanted a change.

When Hotch had his new suit fitted, it was brought over and he stood next to you.

“(Y/N) no, you can’t. This is all too much and it has to be expensive.”

You grinned a little bit, handing over your bank card.

“Oops, too late.”

He sighed, giving you a small smile as he shook his head and he leant forward, kissing your forehead.

“You’re too good for me…” he whispered.

“I’d say it’s the other way around sweetheart, oh, and before you go to work tomorrow I have something for you to take it.”

You never told Hotch what it was, but you did go pick it up later on that night before heading back home.

Jack was happily trying on all of his clothes, and you handed the box to Hotch with the instructions to give it to Reid first thing in the morning.

And he did, when he got to the office he waited for Reid and made his way over.

“(Y/N) wanted you to have this.”

He set the box on the desk and Reid furrowed his brows a little bit.

“Oh? The mysterious rich partner has a gift for the pretty boy?” Emily asked.

They all walked over to watch as Reid opened it.

He set the lid to the box aside, and he picked up the note that was neatly placed on the top.

“What’s it say?” Rossi asked.

“It says to always believe in myself.”

He set the note aside and picked up the very old book.

“It’s a first edition of a Russian novel I’ve been looking for…” he whispered.

“Oh my god that’s amazing!” Garcia gasped.

“Damn, that must’ve cost a lot.” Morgan whistled.

They all nodded in agreement and Hotch just chuckled a little bit, shaking his head.

“They don’t care about cost, to (Y/N) they just want everybody to have the best.”

“Seriously Hotch, we have to meet them this isn’t fair.” JJ laughed.

Everybody immediately started asking him and begging him to be able to meet you.

They’d all heard about you, they knew about you from being the CEO of a large company, they’d seen photos of you and seen interviews of you thanks to Garica.

But they hadn’t had the chance to meet you, and they wanted to meet you, finally get to see the person who keeps gifting them all expensive gifts

[taegimood]

ummm woah what’s that! points in the opposite direction as i scramble behind my open for business sign as if i didn’t disappear without a trace for months and have totally been here the whole time oh guess it was nothing anyway hi guys

i wouldn’t be me without eternal soobin brainrot so naturally i’ve emerged to throw this old now-finished draft at you for my first post back 🫡

so the best friends to fwb to lovers pipeline is my mf roman empire i’m so serious. like bestfriend!soobin always sitting next to you with his hand casually resting on your leg at all times, not even in a suggestive way, he just gravitates towards touching you 🥺 his safe place !! imagining his huge self slumped practically in half to rest his head on your shoulder, or him just mindlessly playing with your little fingers in his big hands glitches as he sits observing the room w that soft pout and big boba eyes combo yeah you know the one- clutches chest

so then later turned fwb!soobin who’s so used to showering w his friends iykyk lmao that now that he’s fucking you, in his mind you’ve crossed over that threshold of friendship where he expects to be able to join you for your showers even when it’s nothing sexual.. is genuinely confused if you tell him no 😭

“soobin i just need some me-time”

“….you can’t have your me-time with me?” *displeased pout*

like a needy puppy fr

but like you guys having such an interesting dynamic cuz you’re just still straight-up best friends (who are actually in love with each other but neither of you realize that even tho everyone else does cue yeonjun rolling his eyes into the camera like the office) so even tho the boys are all waiting for you both to wake up from your one joint braincell’s loop of stupidity and realize the truth, (beomgyu’s words), no one actually suspects that you’re out here skipping steps and FUCKING each other, because you guys just act so normal and chill together otherwise — the same way you’ve always been.

until later when the feelings start coming to the surface and you suddenly don’t know how to act around each other but that’s a whole other can of worms 🫡

so, when you’ve joined them for a short weekend schedule in japan, no one questions it when soobin meanders over to your hotel room after everyone is all settled in and getting ready for bed. eh, he’s just gonna go veg out there for a bit cuz he’s bored while she rambles about random stuff. classic soobin and y/n. they are wrong

you had just settled into bed when soobin slips into your room with the spare key card you had tucked into his pocket earlier, and you’re shuffling around and getting comfy when you hear the door open and close. you two hadn’t made a plan to mess around tonight, but you aren’t surprised, as it isn’t unusual for soobin to still seek you out for cuddles while he talks about his day.

you don’t even have to say anything as he slides into bed behind you, instantly wrapping an arm around your waist and nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck with a sigh.

“needed a break from beomgyu’s pororo impressions,” he mumbles, and you snort at the thought. “how does he still have so much energy right now…?” you murmur back, sleep lacing the edges of your voice.

“i still think i’m right about him being an animatronic bot who reaches peak terror at night.”

the two of you giggle at soobin’s joke before falling into a comfortable silence, broken intermittently by comments about your day, about their schedule tomorrow, about the anime-themed shopping center you guys plan to sneak off to with kai afterwards.

with another sigh from soobin, this one more of contentment than exhaustion, he’s soon nestling further into you, your eyes slipping shut in sleepy bliss at the warmth of his body pressed to yours.

that is, until you begin to feel small kisses being placed softly along your shoulder.

“soobin,” you warn half-heartedly.

“‘m not doing anything,” he complains back quietly in an equally half-hearted mumble, as he continues clearly doing something.

you’re so tired, but you can’t deny the tingles that run through your body whenever soobin touches you, and tonight is no exception as you wordlessly turn your head to look over your shoulder at him, his features coming into focus in the near-darkness of the room as he pauses to gaze at you in turn.

his blonde hair all tousled from the pillows, the sharp line of his jaw, his soft shining eyes — and his lips that you can never seem to resist for very long.

case in point. it’s only a few passing moments before those lips are on yours in a deep kiss, languid and slow, his hand gently holding your chin that’s still angled back towards him, your own hand reaching behind to caress the back of his neck — and then he’s shifting backwards to turn you over fully, your back now against the sheets as he positions himself half over you, his tongue moving lazily with yours, warm and wet and tasting of him as he comfortably rests his weight on you.

you make out like that for a while, his wandering right hand leisurely squeezing and kneading your tits beneath your shirt, his lips occasionally finding themselves trailing down your neck, but always coming back up to find yours.

i can picture how needy he’d start to get, subtle at first in the way he’d shift his hips, in the way his breath would quicken — and then it would be obvious from the moans that escape him as his kisses grow heavier, more insistent.

“need you..” he’d groan breathlessly through his kisses, attempting to shove his sweatpants down with his free hand as his lips stay latched onto yours, too desperate and impatient to sit up properly and use both hands.

“someone might come looking for you,” but you’re tugging his pants and boxers down his hips for him anyway and his lips are on your neck as he pushes your panties aside.

“let them look.”

soobin wasting no time rocking into you with deep, needy strokes, his face buried in your neck while your arms wrap around his shoulders, clutching onto him as his hips press you further into the mattress the more desperate he gets.

his hands are all over you, squeezing and caressing anywhere they can touch, and closer just isn’t enough as he holds you against him with breathy moans and grinding hips until you’re both cumming, his stuttered groan the giveaway before his final thrust is filling you up and your own climax washes over you like a wave. you can feel each other’s hearts beating as he stays there rested on top of your chest.

your best friend eventually lifting himself to hover over you in the dark, his warm breath fanning over your lips as you push the damp hair from his forehead, hand sliding down to caress his cheek, his jaw, thumb ghosting across his parted lips as he twitches inside of you — you bite back a smile.

this time, when he kisses you.. you don’t know it yet, but this time, it’s different.

soobin isn’t exactly sure why he can feel heat rising to his cheeks or a little somersault in his chest, but he’s glad that it’s too dark for you to notice the redness in his face when he asks,

“can i stay here tonight?”

[bookshelf-dust]

the bad shit

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 1,192

warnings: swearing, possible allusions to depression, brief mention of death, a tiny finger injury, comfort

a/n: my brain does not seem to be in a writing mood right now, but i did manage to crank this out. i do enjoy making billy cry, so there’s that. i hope it’s alright! please let me know what you think. i’d really appreciate it. <33

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Billy’s been fidgety since he woke. 

You hear the soft thud of his boots, muffled against the carpet of your bedroom floor. He makes his way towards you and kisses your forehead, knowing you’re probably too sleepy for a real kiss this early.

He doesn’t tell you how badly he needs one—that his hands are shaking with it. Though he doesn’t need to tell you. 

You’d heard his alarm clock go off, felt him stay in bed longer than usual, glimpsed him rubbing his face on the way to the bathroom. He hadn’t wanted to get up. Not one bit. 

And even though you can feel sleep calling you, feel the way it presses at your eyes, the way the warmth of the bed pulls you in—you sit up. 

Billy’s closer to the door now, but he hears you shuffle, and he’s quick to move back to you. 

“You need to sleep, baby.”

But your hands are already on his cheeks, and then you’re kissing him, shutting him up and telling him you’re right here. And you’ll be right here when he gets home from work. You’ll be a phone call away if he needs you during his shift. 

“I’ll walk you out,” you say, and your tone informs him that there’s no room for arguments.

You hook your fingers in his belt loops as you push off the bed, hoping that this will keep your half-asleep form from slamming into the wall. 

You kiss Billy again on the stoop, even if he is berating you for being barefoot in the cold. You watch him walk to the car, catch the way his fingers fumble with the keys, the way he doesn’t even have it in him to slam the door shut. 

He waves at you from behind the steering wheel.

“I love you,” you mouth, blowing a kiss. He’s quick to catch it in his hand, gesturing so that he’s tucking it away in his pocket for later. He responds just as he always does, but you can tell he’s still sleepy. 

That he’s tired. 

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You aren’t home when Billy gets back to the house. There’s a note on the counter in your sweet scrawl, telling him that you ran out to pick up dinner. Eating at all had completely slipped his mind. 

Billy’s just having a day. He’d wanted to stay home but couldn’t, and not only has he been fidgety, unable to focus for want of home, of you, but his thoughts are getting the better of him. They’re suffocating. Telling him he’s not good enough for you, that he’s a waste of time—of your time. That he should’ve died like he was supposed to in that fucking mall. 

And he knows it isn’t true. He knows that you loved him before any of that, when he was just being an asshole, when he was just pissed that he’d had to move. And you love him now, even when he has bad days like this. 

But his head. His mind. It tells him otherwise. It fights and it claws and it screams at him. And today he is losing that fight, letting his mind yell and tear at him. 

Billy tries to distract himself and wash the dishes, but he only gets so far before he drops something and almost breaks it, before he cuts his finger on a knife he put in the damn sink. After that he tries to find a band-aid but spills all of them on the floor, and the first one he opens gets stuck on the wrapper and he can’t use it. 

Once he does secure the pink bandage around his pinky, he goes to clean up his mess and hits his head on the counter. He tries to change clothes and trips, gets his belt loop stuck on a drawer handle. 

“God fucking dammit.”

After that one he gives up and throws himself on the kitchen floor, choosing a beer with a pull tab rather than a cap for fear he might actually hurt himself and bleed out.

He hears the sound of you locking your car, the door squeaking when you open it, and he knows he should’ve gotten up to help you, but he just couldn’t. He starts to cry. 

“Billy? Where’s my baby?” 

The sound of your voice causes him to hiccup, and you’re on the floor in front of him in a matter of seconds. 

He’s covering his face with his hands, and you know then that the day must’ve gotten the better of him. 

“Hey, let me see you. It’s okay, honey, I’m right here.”

Billy looks up at you, lashes clumped together with tears, nose red and lips all swollen. He looks so frustrated with himself, so beat, that you ache for him. 

He wishes he was stronger. That he wasn’t breaking down in the middle of the kitchen, but you told him once that it’s okay to have bad days. That you're always going to be there on the worst ones. 

He puts the beer down the moment you hold your arms out, crawling into your lap and burying his face in your chest. You don’t care that he’s heavy or that you’re not entirely sure you’re getting any air in your lungs. You care that he’s letting go and that he’s showing you this vulnerable part of himself. 

Billy cries, he weeps, against you for what seems like forever. But you don’t mind. You only want him to feel better. You rub his back, play with his hair, anything to soothe him just that little bit. 

When he’s finished, when he’s caught his breath, he pulls away. His cheeks are pink and you’re sure he’s berating himself for having just sobbed like that. He’s sitting on his knees, fingers scratching at the freckled skin of his arms. He looks young like this. Lost.

“Was it just a bad day? Or is it the bad shit?” 

That is Billy code for I’m spiraling and I need help. For I’m having a hard time and I can’t do it alone. I don’t know how to say it. 

You established that little code pretty early on in your relationship, knowing it would be helpful in getting Billy to talk about his feelings with you. 

“The bad shit,” he tells you. 

“It’s not true,” you say. “Whatever your head is telling you today, it’s not true. Not today, not ever. You gotta say it for me, okay?”

He gives you the barest shake of his head before he pauses and tries to steel himself so that he can do it. He doesn’t want to let you down. 

“It’s not true.”

You grin at him. “Right. And you’re a badass. And we’re gonna eat dinner, and then we’re gonna talk it out, and then we will lay down. And maybe I’ll scratch your back for you.”

Billy nods. He hates that his breath catches at that, that the offer brings him pure, unadulterated joy. 

“Okay.”

He can do that. He knows he can offer that much. 

Because he is a badass. And he can try for you. For himself. 

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

tagging: @clovermunson

[johnny-coxville]

How about a really cute johnny and female reader (she's johnnys girlfriend but she doesn't do any of the stunts) fic where they're playing with the Super Mighty Glue for the third film and one of the other guys sticks the reader and Johnny together and he's really cute with it and finds it hilarious?

Figured I might as well mix the two aspects of the asks ;P

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Johnny x fem!reader fluff

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Too Close!

The glue that rested inside the wooden drawer was saved for a rainy day. That day. Was today. Johnny opened the blinds in the bedroom, squinting at the bright sunlight. The rain beat down on the window, giving cool air through the cracks.

He turned his head to you, where you slept softly. He made his way back over to the bed and sat down. Scratching your head, and brushing the hair out of your face. You slowly woke up, greeted by a soft kiss from Johnny. You smiled and kissed his lips. Laying your head back down on the pillow. You stretched your arms and yawned.

“Time to get up sweetheart, heading to Bam’s. It’s raining so you’re being dragged along to watch a stunt. I swear it’s harmless.” He said rubbing your shoulder. You sighed. “Alright. But if you get hurt I’m not driving you to the hospital this time.” You muttered. Of course, this was a bluff you always got so scared when he’d do such a dangerous stunt.

You two got up and dressed. Johnny slipped into his blue and white long-sleeve. Looping the belt through his black jeans. Tying his signature skull and crutches Converse. You took one of his flannels, sporting a black t-shirt underneath. Leaving it unbuttoned. You never bothered putting on a raincoat.

Finishing with your shoes, he slipped his jacket on. Grabbing the hotel keycard and sliding it into his jacket pocket. Passing you the car keys, you both headed into the heavy rain. Driving through PA wasn’t your favorite thing, but at least it wasn’t California traffic.

Johnny chatted the entire way there. Finally pulling into Bam’s driveway, multiple cars had already been pulled up. You were honestly nervous. You really weren’t interested in whatever house-destroying antics they were going to get up to.

Johnny reassured you, their plans wouldn’t be putting themselves in danger. You simply rolled your eyes and got prepared to run through the rain. Entering Bam’s parents, you shook yourself dry. Being greeted by April as usual.

She led you to the kitchen where the entire gang sat. You knew this would be trouble. All sitting at the table, like rowdy little children. They greeted you and Johnny. Sat on the table were a few containers of super glue. You looked at it unsure, looking over to Johnny.

Kosick stood leaning against the kitchen counter, camera mounted on his arm. Along with a few of the other film crew, just relaxing, waiting for the action to start. You were giving quite an unsure look. What were they going to do? Glue their lips to each other's assholes? See how far they could run with glue stuck to their feet? It had to have been something extremely outlandish.

¨Don’t look too excited for this Cons.” Dave giggled. You smiled. He always called you Cons because he could never remember your actual name. Converse were the only shoes you and Johnny ever wore, so the name stuck. “Not really. I mean. It’s probably a lot better than most of the things you’ve done.” You said pulling a chair at the table.

Bam took the initiative and stood at the foot of the table. “I say Johnny and Cons do something together! She’s never in our stunts. There’s no way we could hurt her with some super glue.” Bam said pointing at you. April facepalmed. She loved you dearly, and always talked you out of a stunt, no matter how small and stupid it was.

You nodded your head. “What are your plans.” You said caving. What’s the worse that could happen? “Alright, so you’re going to want to take your shirt o-” Before Bam could even finish Johnny cut him off with a flat no. Tremaine in the corner gave a suggestion. “Wee-man and Preston first. Just to see how it works out.” He said pointing to the two guys who uncomfortably shuffled. Sighing Preston got out of his seat.

Wee-man follows behind and stands with his arms folded. Never really fond of actually having to do a stunt. “Shirt off. Both of you” Tremaine said stepping closer with his smaller camera equipment. “Fucking seriously?” Preston scoffed.

He discarded his shirt, annoyed, and stood waiting for the next move. Wee-man reluctantly removed his shirt and stood face-palming. “Wait wait wait, I wanna do the glue!” You shouted. Tremaine shrugged his shoulders. “Works with me.” He said giving the go for filming. Everyone began to shuffle into place. Getting out of their chairs. The camera began to roll.

“Hello, I’m Johnny Knoxville! And this isss Super Mighty Glue!” He said reading the name off the glue bottle. You stood with an excited smile. “Here we have two very willing and lovely participants.” He said presenting Preston and Wee-man, with incredibly annoyed faces. You snickered taking over the bit.

“Alright, Preston you’re on the bottom, and wee-man you’re on top.” You said helping Preston slide onto the counter. The guys were already hysterical. Once Preston was on the table, you lathered his stomach full of glue. It smelled awful but surely felt even more often to feel on the skin. Wee-man was assisted onto the table, Bam shoving him backward while he was trying to balance.

“Bam!” April screamed, hitting him in the shoulder. Wee-man’s ass now glued to Preston's stomach. “Hold on! Hold on! I got this.” Johnny said pulling out a stun gun. Before he could even take a few steps Wee-man started to scream and fight, painfully ripping himself off of Preston's stomach. Preston screamed in pain pushing himself off the table. Both men jumping around and screaming.

“Someone fucking lather up Knoxville. This shit hurts!” Wee-man screamed out. Johnny wanting to prove some kind of point, maybe that he was tough, laid on the table, pulling his shirt off. “Lather me up, baby!” He said rubbing his hands together.

You squeezed two different bottles of glue onto his chest, cringing at the glue glopping and running down him. You crossed around the counter cautiously not to be stuck to Johnny in some stupid way. Just as you were ready to put the glue down, Dunn hauled you up by your shirt. You couldn’t fight his grip, being picked up like some kind of toddler by their onesie. He pressed you directly against Johnny’s bare sticky body. Johnny found this hysterical, you definitely did not.

“No fucking way! Get me off of him!” You shout. Everyone laughing except April. Johnny was nearly in tears by this point laughing, carefully trying to slide off the table. Every time you tried to pull yourself off of him, he’d squeal in pain. Your t-shirt was basically infused into his skin. Your flannel awkwardly stuck to the sides of his body where glue had seeped down.

Aww’s and laughter were spread throughout the room. You rested an angry face on his shoulder as he held you against his chest. “She’s reaallyyy stuck to me, man!” Johnny said showing you off to the camera. Flopping his body around trying to detach you. “Definitely going to have to cut her off of me..” Johnny said scratching his head. Glue stuck to his fingers getting caught up in his hair.

Looking into the camera he cringed. Ripping his fingers out of his hair, he pulled hair straight from his scalp. “Yep. I’m done! Can someone just. Set my shirt on top of her hand so she can change..” Knoxville asked.

April let out a heavy sigh. “I’ve got it.” She said leaving the kitchen. Coming back with one of her t-shirts for you to wear. You kept trying to kick at his knees, nearly having Johnny buckle over a few times. Giggling each time you made a poor attempt. “I’m going to glue your beard to someone’s pubes Dunn. I fucking swear on it.” You said as April wrapped the shirt around your neck for you to use shortly.

He giggled in the corner shaking his head. Johnny carried you around the house, holding you close. You felt like a baby strapped to his dad’s chest. Once you were nearly in the bathroom you could hear the other guys hollering. Assuming one of them had continued the bit.

He closed the bathroom door and shuffled himself to the counter to grab the scissors. You let out a heavy sigh. He giggled to himself, making eye contact from time to time. “I swear I could kill him PJ” You said pulling yourself slightly back to let him cut through the fabric. Thankfully these weren’t “good clothes”. You’d be fuming.

Once he had gotten the shirt undone, he just tore the flannel off. You finally were let go, sitting on the bathroom counter. You stared at his now extremely patchy chest, covered almost entirely in your shirt. You shrugged, sliding your new shirt on.

“Pugs! Not Drugs!” Johnny read your shirt. “That’s fucking great.” He sighed trying to relax his laughter. April always provided the best shirts. Another one to the collection. Once you had managed to clean the shirt pieces off Johnny, you both walked out to the kitchen. Dunn’s beard glued completely to the side of Bam’s face.

Idiots.

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[aruanimess]

Soft prompts- berumin where Armin tries to zip up Bertholdt’s jacket 🤭

Quiet acts of love prompts

Hello, anon! Thank you for the prompt. I honestly loved writing this! Sorry it took a while, life got a little crazy lately 😅

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His fingers are shaking with jittery nerves as he unlocks their apartment door, keys tinkling softly in his grasp. He pauses at the threshold to listen. Water is running, wet splashes echo as it hits the tiles, and a deep voice is singing the jingle of a cereal commercial. Armin smiles; Bertolt is showering. 

Perfect. 

He slips inside, hiding the Package™ behind his back, even though by now he knows he doesn't need to. His sneakers are off next, tucked carefully on the rack by the entrance. He tiptoes to the bedroom, tucking the Package behind the bed frame, pulls the party horn out of his pocket and sits crossed legged on the mattress to wait patiently for his boyfriend. 

Bertolt emerges fifteen minutes later. His hair is neatly combed, and he's already dressed in a clean pair of joggers and a plain white tee. The scent of aftershave is filling the air. 

Armin smiles to himself. His boyfriend is so proper he won't walk around naked even in his own home. 

He blows the party horn. Hard. 

Bertolt jumps in surprise. He actually jumps a few centimeters off the ground in an adorable little hop that reminds Armin of a startled giraffe. 

Armin beams at him proudly. "Happy Birthday!" he cheers. 

His expression settling into that of pleasant surprise, Bertolt smiles softly. "Hello," he says, approaching the bed and giving Armin a little kiss on the forehead. "I didn't expect you to be here so soon."

"I wanted to be the first to wish you," says Armin. He loops his arms around his boyfriend's neck and allows himself to be pulled upwards while Bert straightens his back. Dangling awkwardly from his neck, he plants his knees on the bed to prop himself up. 

"You're out of luck then," Bertolt murmurs in his hair, hugging Armin's waist tightly. "My mom called me at midnight. So did Reiner." 

"Rats," curses Armin playfully. He peppers Bertolt's jaw with kisses to make up for the late well-wishing. "I got you something," he whispers into the hollow of his throat. 

"Really?" Bertolt sounds surprised. He shouldn't be, but he's always had trouble accepting good things. 

Armin nods. He disentangles himself from the embrace and goes to retrieve the Package.

Before he hands it over, though, he waivers. "Um, it might be a tad presumptuous of me to get you this present. It was a bit of a gamble really, but I thought, what the hell, you really deserve something special, right?"

Bertolt shoots him a wary glance. "Is it like... a sexy present?" 

Armin presses his lips together. "Uh, not exactly... Here. See for yourself."

With slow hesitant movements, he starts opening his gift. Armin bites his lip in anticipation as Betrolt takes his sweet time to undo the sellotape and carefully peel the wrapping paper back. He fidgets with the excess skin on his knuckles while he waits. He should have foreseen this. Bertolt is not the type of guy to ruin somebody else's work, even if that's some amateurish wrapping job Armin hastily threw together because he didn't like the look of the shopping bag.

Finally, the present is revealed. Bertolt holds it up at arms length to inspect it and blinks owlishly at it as if he can't trust what his eyes are showing him.

"A leather jacket?" he asks, his voice a mix of confusion and surprise.

Armin blushes furiously. Damn, he messed up, didn't he?

"Look, um, I know it's not really your style, but um... I saw you eyeing it the other day at the mall, and then you told me that story about playing Putzie in your high school's production of Grease, and you said you loved the outfit, and you made that joke about only tough guys wearing leather, and I thought... Well, why should it be like this? It's just an article of clothing, right? If you want to wear it and you like the look of it then you should wear it! But, um, I now realize that I might have overstepped. It's ultimately up to you to decide if you want to change your style or not. I'm sorry. I've kept the receipt. We can change it if you hate it."

He's too scared to look up and meet his boyfriend's eyes. What was he thinking? A present like that has implications. Bertolt is probably convinced that Armin doesn't like him the way he is, that he's trying to change him, to turn him into some stereotypical version of a bad boy. It couldn't be further from the truth of course, but actions have meaning and the meaning of this action evaded him until now.

A warm hand engulfs his own. Armin raises his eyes.

Bertolt is smiling. His cheeks are bright red, but his expression is soft and gentle. "I don't hate it," he says. "I don't know if I'm bold enough to wear it outside, but... I really like it!"

Relief floods Armin's chest. "Really?"

"Yeah." Bertolt nods. He takes a step backwards to have some space and slips the jacket on. He does a little twirl. "How does it look?"

Armin beams. "Amazing!" His eyes dart to the zipper. He points to it. "Can I do the honors?"

Bert lets out an airy giggle. "Of course!" He comes closer again, within Armin's reach.

With a huge grin on his face, he brings the ends together and drags the pull up, watching mesmerized as the teeth align, up and up his boyfriend's torso, hugging his chest in the tight black fabric. He's a little breathless by the time he has the jacket closed.

Bertolt must notice because he's peering at him quizzically. "What- what is it? Is it bad?"

Armin avoids his eyes. "No, no! It's great! Just-" he hesitates. "I guess it's a bit of a sexy present after all..."

Bertolt gapes at him. "Oh," he manages to say after a while. Then his expression turns devious. "I can't blame you. Comes with the territory when you're dating a bad boy."

"Right," laughs Armin. "Tough guys are known to have this allure."

"Are you doubting me?" teases Bertolt.

Armin pauses and takes a moment to look at his boyfriend. Really look at him. He stands a little taller, he notes, a little prouder. His grin is relaxed, and he's joking with him without stuttering at all or shying away. He's lovely like this.

"No," he says. "No, not at all." 

[lovelytsunoda]

shut up and put your money where your mouth is // oscar piastri

summary: the reserve drivers have a little mischief pool going, keeping themselves occupied on weekends where they have nothing better to do. until nico hulkenberg pushes y/n and oscar a little too far and makes them confront how they feel about each other

pairing: oscar piastri x female alfa romeo! reader

warnings: alcohol is involved, drinking games are played (spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven) and a massive prank war is waged on every driver in the paddock, implied smut scene at the end, but no smut is written. sexual innuendos because jack doohan is a little shit, y/n is too cool for oscar (she's also really mean to fernando but in a funny way . . . sorry nando) mentions of a crash ( everybody was fine, y/n is just still feeling the emotional effects )

author's note: so for a while now i've been wanting to make a story or a fic that focuses on the reserve drivers because i feel like they all sort of get forgotten, so this fic is dedicated to the reserves and those who hide behind the scenes : )

"alright, jamie and logan got the extra dye from alex, liam and dennis are going to distract the old man." y/n started eagerly, making grabby hands towards logan sargeant, who gave her a strange look before passing over the bottle of red hair dye. "oscar, do you and jack have a way of getting into his driver's room?"

the reserve drivers were standing outside the alpine hospitality building, mischeif in their eyes as a plan started brewing. the reserve and development drivers were only performatively employed through driver's academies. they had no real reason to be there on race weekends. very rarely were they actually needed.

it was natural for them to get bored, expected, even. because who wanted to stand around and look at data all day when it didn't even affect them? who wanted to take a ten hour flight to another continent just to sit around and do nothing all race weekend except look good for the team?

and that's when nico hulkenberg had made his proposal. every season, it was a new game. always disruptive to the regular drivers, always chaotic and more than once it got guenther steiner swearing at the lot of them. two teams, a season full of dares and challenges.

and may the best pranksters win.

jack doohan nodded. "it was shockingly easy to get his keys. all you've gotta do is find a way to swap out his shampoo for the dye. and then when he goes to take a shower after free practice," jack clapped his hands together. "his hair will be red before the old codger knows what hit him."

their team was the young guns, the under twenty-fives. there were more of them than anybody else, but they were competing against guys who had been there way longer: nico hulkenberg, antonio giovinazzi, robert schwartzman, nyck de vries, stoffel vandoorne and pietro fittipaldi

"i'll come inside with you. since the contract thing started, people in alpine hospitality have been giving me a wide berth." oscar piastri shrugged his shoulders, hands in the front pockets of his black chinos, making his alpine polo ride up, exposing a sliver of his toned stomach.

y/n sucked in a barely audible breath, hoping that nobody around noticed.

she wasn't sure when she developed a crush on the aussie f2 champion, but she knew it wouldn't lead her anywhere good. never mix business and pleasure, so she had always been told.

no, it was better to leave oscar to his own devices. to pretend she felt nothing towards him.

"you don't have to." she said gently, pulling a denim jacket over her alfa romeo polo. with any luck, she was little-known enough that the hospitality staff wouldn't recognize her and just let her pass through.

worst comes to worst, she could always pretend she was coming to say hi to abbi pulling, who had recently signed to the alpine young driver's programme.

"you don't even know where his driver's room is."

she hated it when oscar was right. "fine." she pouted, hooking her fingers in her belt loops. "but let's make it quick, before daddy szafnauer gets the wrong idea."

jack snorted, and logan shook his head, wishing he could leave the conversation.

"excuse me, what?" the american frowned, raising his eyebrows. "there's something wrong with you."

"what?" she laughed, sipping from her plastic starbucks cup.

god, oscar would never tire of that sound, the visual of y/n throwing her head back, smile splitting her features as her hair spilled down her back.

"he's like, the fourth most fuckable team principal. don't even get me started on daddy toto."

"there's a scale?" jack looked scandalized. "i am but a mere child, too innocent for this!"

oscar snorted. "according to the country of australia, you're street legal, doohan."

"here's the scale: toto, jost, andreas, otmar, christian, mattia, mike, guenther, fred, franz. i'd fuck ted kravitz, too. don't underestimate daddy kravitz."

somehow, at the revelation that y/n wanted to fuck toto wolff, oscar's ego ached. if her type was six foot five austrian men old enough to be her father twice over, what chance did he have?

'"i know way too much about you." logan shook his head, beginning to walk backwards. "good luck fucking fernando over- bad word choice given that last conversation, let me know how it goes."'

y/n laughed, playfully punching oscar in the arm. "come on, alpine's most wanted. i've got an old man's day to ruin and a self-centered german to upstage."

y/n tossed the bottle in the air, catching it with a grin as she brushed past oscar and headed into the hospitality suite.

oscar watched her go with wide, bright eyes, attempting to casually hide the boner forming in his khaki's as his eyes zeroed in on the alfa romeo driver's sashaying backside, made extra prominent by her tight black jeans.

"you coming, problem child?" she shouted, a bright smile on her face as she stuck her head out of the glass door.

"coming in just a second!"

"i'm sure he's coming in more ways than one." jack snorted, patting oscar on the shoulder. "you are so whipped, mate. and you aren't even getting good sex out of it. that's a crime, oscar!"""i'm sure he's coming in more ways than one." jack snorted, patting oscar on the shoulder. "you are so whipped, mate. and you aren't even getting good sex out of it. that's a crime, oscar!"

"fuck off!" oscar whined, pushing jack's hands away as he sauntered up the hospitality steps. "i'm doing it for my commitment to the bit."

he wished that he had sounded like he believed it, but everybody knew that he didn't.

everybody knew that he did it because he was head over heels for y/n y/l/n.

he ran to catch up to her, directing the testing driver in the direction of fernando alonso's diver's room. fernando was never the original target of that prix weekend's scheme. in fact, y/n was never supposed to be the person who planned it. this was supposed to be frederik vesti's weekend to plan and execute the scheme.

but after an unfortunate incident in fp1 resulted in fernando cutting y/n off and sending her into the wall, cutting her coveted rookie driving session short, a session she had fought freddie vasseur tooth and nail to steal away from theo pourchaire, plans had changed and she'd swapped weekends with fred.

drawing the keys out of her jacket pocket and offloading her frappucino on the australian standing next to her, she opened the unmarked door to fernando's room, rolling her eyes at the massive spanish flag hanging on the wall.

"where's the fucker's shampoo? he doesn't get to ruin my one young driver session and get away with it." she started pacing, hands reaching to the back of her head to tap on the brim of the backwards baseball cap she was wearing. "changing his hair color is fucking mercy compared to what i should be doing to him."

"shower's are that way." oscar nodded, cocking his head towards a royal blue hallway. "how many points do you think this is going to get us with the hulk? you have to admit, that stunt he pulled on crofty and brundle last week was kind of legendary."

y/n rolled her eyes, heading towards fernando's shower and wishing she had brought gloves. seriously, what do old men get up to when they shower? she didn't want to find out. she could get a goddamn staph infection just from stepping foot in the damn thing.

"all nico did was fuck with the microphones. they fixed it in less than half an hour. all that happened was making sure that fp1 was narrated by darth vader." she shook her head, wincing as she reached into fernando's shower, wishing she could have gotten somebody else to do it. "nico shouldn't even be doing the scoring if he's participating. why can't kubica do it? he's a neutral party."

but there wasn't enough money in the world to pay one of the other reserves to stand in fernando alonso's shower.

she uncapped the bottle of men's head and shoulders, overturning it in the bathroom sink as she turned on the faucet, watching the thick, cream colored liquid bubble and fizz as it went down the drain.

"robert made it damn clear that he wants nothing to do with this." oscar laughed, trying to decipher the label on the side of the starbucks cup, curious to see what sweet concoction was in the cup, especially knowing that she didn't like to drink coffee.

"understandable. i think robert's kind of done with everybody's bullshit. mostly theo's, though. frankly, so am i. truth be told, i think vasseur wants me gone." she frowned, twisting open the bottle of red dye that logan had given her and upending it over the plastic bottle. "i don't think that he's a fan of the fact that i'm never going to drive competitively."

"that's a bullshit reason for him to fire you."

"that's what i said!" y/n complained, throwing her hands in the air as she waited for the thick red dye to drain. she wasn't even sure if her plan was going to work: fernando's hair was dark, and it was arguable that the color might not even show unless the spaniard bleached it first. "i've never wanted to drive competitively, but after what happened in magny-cours, i'll never be able to compete again."

she had never wanted the fame, the glory, the champagne and the trophies. all she'd ever wanted to do was drive. she'd had a mediocrely successful season with the w series in 2019, followed up by half a season in formula three before a three-car crash had broken four bones in her foot.

she could still drive, and she loved her job working in testing and development, but she could tell that frederic vasseur was tiring of prepping and training a driver that was never going to make it to f1. a driver that would never compete in anything ever again. the crash had stolen all of her self-confidence, and there was nothing she could do other than pack all of her dignity in a box and walk out of the prema garage, terrified to ever race again, for fear of another incident occurring. her partnership with the ferrari driver's academy had fallen through a year later, and she counted her blessings every day that alfa romeo had rescued her from the wreckage of what she had seen her life becoming.

shaking her head as she realized that the dye bottle was empty, she rinsed it out before stowing the evidence in her jacket pocket and putting the cap back on the shampoo bottle before thrusting it back into fernando's shower.

"come on, piastri." she grinned, taking her drink back from the academy driver. "let's get out of here. all we can do now is wait for the old man to have a shower, and then nico is going to have to give in and declare us the winners."

they got their answer three hours later.

y/n was walking through the paddock with jamie chadwick and jessica hawkins, twirling her paddock pass between her fingers as she made small talk with the girls she considered to be her best friends.

"so, y/n . . . " jess started, the pom pom on her signature beanie hat bouncing as the brit walked. "are you finally going to tell oscar?"

"nope." she answered. too fast, always too fast when it came to feelings. too quick to catch them, even quicker to deny them. especially when they concerned the boy at the center of every f1 news story in the last two weeks, ever since he had announced he would not be signing with alpine, but in fact would be ousting daniel ricciardo from mclaren. "never. no feelings whatsoever."

"aw, jess, look at her face go all red." jamie laughed, nudging y/n's side. "she's definitley in love with piastri."

"um, go fuck yourselves. both of you." she laughed, trying to hide how flustered she was. she had been waiting all day for fernando to come running out of hospitality, cussing her out in spanish at the top of his lungs. "the way my life is going, i might not even be around the paddock next year. i've actually started looking into testing for formula e, maybe i can become a reserve driver or something there. mclaren will need people."

"vasseur finally sick of seeing your face in his garage?" jess replied sadly. "i'm sorry, love. freddie just has a stick up his ass and someone needs to yank it out. with force."

the girls laughed, arms around shoulder's as they kept walking down the paddock. y/n froze, reaching for jess and jamie's arms, trying to get them to slow down before they walked past the alpine suite. jack and oscar were sitting on the patio with liam and dennis, waiting to see the fruits of their labour.

"who did this?! which pendejo is responsible!?"

"jesus fucking christ." jess groaned. "please tell me that you didn't."

on y/n's other side, jamie extended her hand for a low high five. "so that's what the dye was for." she laughed as the front door to alpine hospitality swung open, a furious fernando alonso standing on the front steps.

his hair was still soaking wet, but it was clear to everybody in a five mile radius that his hair was now a very vivid cherry red. the pure look of rage on the spaniard's face should have been enough to send a shockwave of terror through her body.

instead, it just made her feel alive.

at the patio table, the four boys had collapsed in laughter. jack had his head buried in his hands while liam had his phone out to videotape the entire encounter.

"did you cabrons do this?" fernando roared. "as if what you've done to the sanctity of this team wasn't enough!"

"oscar, run!" she could hear dennis hauger shout through his fit of laughter.

oscar stayed put, laughing to himself as he looked over at y/n.

and when he winked at her, she thought her legs would buckle, the butterflies spreading through her stomach so rapidly that she thought she might be sick.

she had been past the point of denying her feelings to herself a long long time ago, and now the aussie had a permanent place in her dreams, in both horny and wholesome ways. her fingers had become quite acquainted with the motions they robotically performed whenever oscar piastri appeared in her late-night fantasies.

"oi fernando!" she shouted, throwing her middle finger up in the air, ignoring all the patrons and crew members who were gawking at the alpine driver. "that's for sending me into the barriers, you old cunt!"

when fernando turned back to her, jessica grabbed her hand, and in a fit of laughter the three girls took off down the paddock to the aston martin garage.

nico hulkenberg had decided to award ten points for that stunt.

he had given himself eight points for the darth vader microphone trick.

the war would continue for weeks upon weeks, only stopping for the summer break. jessica and y/n had teamed up with liam to cover lawrence stroll's desk in plastic wrap, rendering it unusable and relishing in watching the multi-millionaire throw a fit when he couldn't figure out how to get the plastic wrap off his ikea desk. ( worth eight points. )

robert schwartzman and antonio giovinazzi had countered that by gluing clown wigs to the headphones used by the ferrari pit wall. to this day, mattia still didn't know who was responsible. ( worth five points. ferrari were already enough of a joke as is. )

and suddenly they were in sao paolo, and the season was almost over. begrudgingly, hulkenberg had relented and crowned the younger group the winners.

y/n had hefted the large lego trophy with a proud look on her face, standing in the center of oscar piastri's king-sized hotel bed while the other reserve drivers clapped for her from the floor.

they had gathered together for one last hurrah, a night without pranks or fighting or superiority complexes. a night to celebrate: logan, nyck, oscar and nico were all being promoted.

and y/n had news of her own that she planned to announce after the season ended in abu dhabi: she would be leaving f1 to go to formula e and act as the reserve and development driver for avalanche andretti now that she knew for certain that vasseur would not be renewing her alfa contract for another year.

jamie would be leaving for indy nxt, and liam for japanese super formula. it was truly their last night all together, their last night of things being the way that they used to be.

"i think we need to end this season properly." pietro insisted, reaching for the bottle of ferrari trento that was in the middle of the circle where they were all sitting. "it's our last season together, so forgive me for growing attached to you motherfuckers."

with news of nico returning to grid with his new place at haas, he had been quick to hand the reins of the prank war to his young apprentice. pietro fittipaldi intended to take his job very seriously, and was already dividing the teams for the 2023 season.

"psst, i'll still be around." y/n said, hopping down from the bed. "someone's gotta keep piastri in check. and who else is going to remind you all just how fuckable your bosses are."

"ugh, never say those words again, i beg you!" antonio begged. "if i ever hear you talk about 'daddy mattia' again, i swear i will put a laxative in your drink, just like i did to steiner."

the laxative stunt had won giovinazzi eight points, but at what cost? guenther had been pissed off for the rest of the weekend, and there had been a smell lingering around the haas motorhome despite f1's best efforts at cleaning it up.

y/n just laughed, holding out her plastic solo cup. "hit me, fittipaldi. i want as much champagne as can fit in this glass."

pietro shook his head, but abided the testing driver's request, filling the solo cup up to the line.

"what do you say that we make this night a little more interesting?" jack doohan proposed, looking over at oscar and y/n out of the corner of his eye.

the two young adults were sitting directly next to each other, their knees touching through their jeans. and then jack suddenly had the best worst idea ever.

he turned to liam, lowering his voice and whispering something into the kiwi's ear before they both burst out into sly grins.

"oi, fitti, how much champagne is left in that bottle?"

pietro frowned, looking at the green glass bottle in his hands. "like, a third. why?"

"just drink it so we can use the bottle." liam suggested, offering up his own solo cup. "pour the rest of it in here."

"nope." robert schwartzman cut in. "liam, i refuse to deal with your drunk ass again. that can be somebody else's problem today."

as pietro passed off the bottle, nico met liam's shit eating grin. still chuckling to himself, the red bull junior nodded in the direction of oscar and y/n, who were signing the nineties song blasting from pietro's phone in a very tipsy, our of key way. but somehow, they were perfectly in tune with each other, even if their rendition of 'hot in herre' didn't match up with one nelly was singing on the other end of the phone speaker.

nico's eyes widened as he watched jack set up the bottle in the middle of the circle.

they were going to play spin the bottle, but with the number of men outweighing the number of women, it was a set up for chaos. but even more than that, it was supposed to be a way to get two very specific lovesick idiots to finally admit how they felt about each other.

"who's ready for spin the bottle?!" liam shouted, being met with cheers from some of the other guys. guys who just wanted to see something really stupid that they could use as blackmail material.

but nobody missed how oscar and y/n instinctually moved away from each other as pietro shut the music off, a dusting pink on their cheeks as y/n moved to put jamie in between her and oscar.

"aren't we a little old for this?" stoffel vandoorne sighed. "we are grown ass adults."

liam shrugged. "you don't have to play if you don't want to."

"and let you jackasses have all the fun?"

"i say trophy bearer over there goes first." jack proposed, pointing at y/n.

nobody missed the way that her eyes flicked to oscar, nerves settling in her stomach. it was fine, she told herself. there was no way that the bottle would land on oscar. and next year, she'd be in a different paddock and her heart could cool down from all the ways that the aussie used to make it race.

taking a deep breath, she leaned forward to spin the empty trento bottle, nails scraping against the label. she closed her eyes, sitting back on her heels and crossing her fingers behind her back that god would be on her side.

hoping and praying that it wouldn't land on oscar.

and because her eyes were still closed, she didn't have a chance to watch jack nudge his foot into the circle, stilling the bottle's movements so that it landed on oscar piastri.

oscar's face flushed pink as he leaned back against the bed. next to him, liam and jack cheered, as did nico from the other side of the circle.

"oscar and y/n!" the german cheered. "now where's the closet? we're playing full seven minutes in heaven, out here we'll set the timer. you kids have fun." nico winked

trying not to make eye contact with each other, oscar and y/n got to their feet, slowly walking over to the closet like they had been sentenced to the gallows.

"ladies first." oscar coughed out, sliding the mirrored door open and allowing y/n to slip inside the confined space. the future mclaren driver followed her inside.

they stood less than two feet apart, breaths heavy.

"we don't have to do this if you don't want to." oscar said quietly. "nico is a jackass. we can just stand here and talk for seven minutes."

"oscar," she cut him off. "i need to tell you something." the time for being a coward was over. she wasn't going to be here next year. if oscar didn't feel the same, at least she wouldn't have to deal with seeing his stupid, pretty face every day. "i'm not coming back next year. vasseur told me that management is changing, and that the new guy isn't likely to keep me around if i'm never going to drive competitively again. i'm going to andretti, oscar. i'm going to be a formula e reserve in 2023."

"what? what do you mean you went to andretti?" oscar's voice was faint as he stared at her, his eyes slowly moving from her plump, pink lips, down to her tiny black garage top, the lace of her bralette peeking through the deep-cut collar, her cleavage on perfect display.

if he was ever going to do something with his feelings, now would be the time.

but y/n didn't even give him the chance, pressing up on her toes to smash her lips to oscar's, his hands flying to her waist. it was a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue as oscar pushed her back against the wall.

sometimes, a kiss could say more than words.

she moaned as oscar's hands squeezed her thighs through her army green flare pants, the aussie taking that moment to gently slip his tongue in between her lips. her fingers carded at his hair, gently pulling a small handful, eliciting a growl from the driver's throat before he changed his area of focus, hungrily kissing her neck.

y/n gasped at the feeling, a sensation made double as oscar's cold hands touched her skin, teasing the bottom of her shirt, running over her toned stomach.

"oscar." she whined, feeling a familiar ache in between her thighs. in the back her mind, she wondered if they were nearing the end of their seven minutes.

or if nico had even bothered to count.

they got their answer when a harsh knock on the closet door startled oscar so much that he tripped on his own feet, falling to the carpeted floor.

"time's up, kiddos!" stoffel shouted from the other side. "make yourselves decent and then get your asses back out here."

getting decent would be difficult: her hair was a mess, a hickey already forming on the side of her neck, and there was definitely a bulge in oscar's jeans that wasn't there when the duo entered the closet.

"fuck." she mumbled, resting her head against the wall. "what do we do?"

"it's my room." oscar reminded. "i can just kick them out, and we can finish what we started."

"good plan." y/n agreed, throwing the closet door open.

the pair stumbled out, and oscar found himself tugging the tails of his button up shirt over his crotch, hoping that nobody could tell how massively turned on he was.

"everybody out!" he shouted. "this night has been incredible, but i'm very tired and have things to do in the morning." he lied blatantly, dragging dennis and jack to their feet.

logan gave him a very confused look. "the fuck? tomorrow is race day? they don't need any of us."

"logan." jamie said gently "read the room."

it took the american a minute as the rest of the reserve drivers groaned, abandoning their night of champagne and debauchery. or at least, relocating it from oscar's room. but when the pieces clicked in his mind, his eyes went wide. "what the fuck? you're kicking us out so you can fuck, aren't you?"

"ew!" robert shouted. "god, you guys are terrible!"

jack and liam just winked at each other as they slipped into the hallway, thankful that their plan had worked, and that the two would finally stop being idiots around each other.

"yes, now get the fuck out unless you want to watch." y/n concluded, kicking theo pourchaire in the back to try and get him to stand up.

"wait, live porn is an option? i'll hide in the closet, i swear you won't even know that i'm there!" pietro shouted, half joking and half not as oscar pushed him through the doorframe.

"out!" oscar shouted again, holding the door open as all of the drivers walked out in single file.

"call us in the morning and tell us all about it, love." jessica winked at y/n as she and jamie followed stoffel out.

"oh of course." y/n agreed. "see you all in the morning. or not!" she shouted down the hallway before oscar closed and locked the door.

they stood toe to toe, soft smiles on their faces.

"hi, lover." she said softly, eyes on his lips.

"hi." he said, just as soft as he pressed his lips to hers. "no, where were we?"

"well, i think you were about to do this." she hummed, pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it to the ground.

oscar's eyes darkened at the sight. the lacy black bralette was even better now that he could see all of it, the halter strap sweeping up around the back of neck. as she spun around, he could see the thin strap draping low down on her back.

"god, you're beautiful." he rasped.

she wasn't prepared for how deep his voice was going to get, but it thrilled her to no end, knowing that she'd had that effect on oscar this entire time.

"you know what makes it even better?" she lowered her voice, pretending to be distracted as she started to undo the buttons on oscar's shirt. "i'm wearing a matching thong."

"bed, now." oscar insisted, sweeping her off her feet.

it was going to be a looong night.

[megalony]

Painless- Part 2

This is a new Henry Cavill series I am going to be working on, any feedback would be amazing. I hope you all like it.

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Summary: Henry and (Y/n) have their hands full looking after their kids, especially Toby who has a rare genetic condition where he can't feel or process pain.

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"Boys, come on we're leaving." (Y/n) tapped her fingers against the banister as she tilted her head back, supressing a groan. They were going to be late if none of them got a move on and (Y/n) didn't like being late for anything.

"I'm ready, mummy," Birdie tilted her head back to look up at her mum and (Y/n) smiled sweetly down at her girl leaning up against her leg.

"I know you are, baby. At least one of you listens to me."

"Pushchair?" With big eyes, Birdie glanced her eyes around the hallway, looking for her prized purple pushchair that she usually went out in.

Birdie was big enough and old enough to walk by herself now but she preferred her pushchair. She was too panicked to walk when they went out in public in case there were lots of people around and she couldn't keep up with her family or she got lost. Last time they went out to the park and she walked, Henry ended up carrying her around when she started to scream when a stranger got too close.

It didn't help that the paparazzi often flocked around and took pictures, they only made her more nervous and Henry had fought them off many times, telling them to leave his family alone.

"Not today baby, you can try walking with us, okay?"

(Y/n) hated the look of shock and terror that dwelled in her daughter's eyes and for a moment she looked like she was debating whether to scream or cry. With a deep breath, (Y/n) crouched down in front of her and gently held her sides, pulling her closer.

"We're going to use this," Reaching out to the banister, (Y/n) grabbed the small backpack and held it out to show her.

She slipped the straps over Birdie's arms and buckled it up at the front before grabbing the long strap attached to the back to show her. It was essentially a harness with a lead that (Y/n) or Henry could hold so if Birdie went wandering and actually walked today, she couldn't stray too far and they could pull her back if need be. They were hoping that it would make her feel safe enough to walk with them instead of being carried or pushed everywhere. It also meant she could play with her cousins too.

"Daddy, I want-"

Walking towards his girls, Henry crouched near Birdie with a wide smile on his lips that stopped her in her tracks and took her by surprise as she gawped at him, wondering what this smile was for.

"Wow, don't you look like a big brave girl today? Are you gonna walk with daddy today, hm?" He took the strap from (Y/n) and looped it safely around his wrist which he held out to Birdie to show that he wouldn't let go and he would have control and safety over her. He knew if he gave her some confidence and showed that she was safe, she might just agree.

When she nodded her head and smiled shyly, Henry grinned and pressed a sloppy kiss to her forehead before he stood up and she clung to his leg as if to make sure he wasn't going to leave her.

"Are we going then?" Henry shrugged on his jacket and stuffed his phone and keys into his back pocket.

He leaned forward to kiss the back of (Y/n)'s head, swooping his arm around her waist but he frowned when he couldn't see the twins ready and rearing to go. They were meeting Henry's brother and kids at the park and then going out for dinner before Henry had to head to the gym for evening training. They weren't leaving themselves much time before they were going to be late.

"The boys aren't listening to me," (Y/n) gave him a certain look and tried to refrain from smiling when Henry's hands found her hips and he slowly weaved behind her to get to the stairs, passing the backpack strap over to (Y/n) for a moment.

She watched him stomp the heel of his boot down on the bottom step and brace his hands on the wall and banister while he looked up at the top of the stairs.

"Get your arses downstairs, we're leaving. Don't make me come up there." Henry leaned back up and held his hands out with a broad smile when the unmistakeable sounds of doors shutting flooded downstairs and the twins could be heard scuttling around on the landing.

"I'm here," Levi ducked under Henry's outstretched arm, smiling when he felt his dad pat him on the back before he hurried to get his trainers on.

"What are you wearing?" Henry's hands found his sides and he cocked a hip out when he looked Toby over. He had on a pair of shorts, a black and blue gaming shirt and no socks on his feet or jumper over his head. He wasn't going out like that.

"What?"

"Baby I told you we're going out to the park, go put something warmer on." (Y/n) shook her head while she grabbed Levi's jacket and handed it over to him. It wasn't exactly summer weather outside like Toby was dressed for, he couldn't go out wearing that he would make himself sick.

"I'm fine."

"Listen to your mum, go change."

"I live in neutral, I won't get cold," Toby went to walk down the last three steps until his dad grabbed the edge of the banister and his arm blocked him off like a barrier.

Neutral was how they usually described Toby because he didn't feel hot or cold, he didn't shiver, he didn't sweat and his skin didn't get pale or turn red depending on the weather. He was physically unchanged by it and he didn't react, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get affected by the weather and Toby didn't understand that.

He thought that because he couldn't feel the cold weather, it wouldn't affect him. He couldn't grasp that weather he felt or reacted to the temperature didn't matter because it would still make him ill. Being too hot could give him a fever and make him sick or dehydrated and being too cold could bring down his body temperature and make him hypothermic. He wasn't immune to anything just because he couldn't feel them.

"You won't feel the cold but you'll certainly get one and be sick. Go throw on some trousers and socks and a hoodie or don't come out with us, we don't have time for you to argue. Move it or lose it."

Toby groaned when Henry held his shoulders and turned him around before giving him a gentle push up the stairs.

"We're gonna be late," (Y/n) whispered with a roll of her eyes. Levi was already out the front door, kicking a football against the wall to entertain himself until they left. And Birdie was chatting away to her teddy like she was reprimanding it for something.

"We've been late for worse reasons than this, least we have a polite excuse this time." Henry binded his arms around her waist and tucked his face into the crook of her neck, smiling into her skin.

He was right, the amount of times they had been late because they had been too busy in the bedroom. Now they didn't have to think of an excuse, they were late because of Toby, not their shenanigans.

"Right, go, go go." Henry ushered them all out the door when Toby barelled back down the stairs in appropriate clothing and Henry wrapped Birdie's strap around his wrist again. He rested his hand on the back of her head for reassurance as they all headed out the drive. He knew if things went wrong with Birdie he would just carry her back home, but they had to experiment and try new things to get her to cope. She couldn't stay in her pushchair forever, no matter how endearing she was and how badly Henry wanted her to stay his little baby girl forever.

(Y/n) leaned her head back on Henry's shoulder, watching the twins jog a few paces in front of them, passing the football between them. Her eyes kept flitting back down to Birdie every now and then and she smiled when the four year old slowly worked up some courage when they rounded the corner. She took a daring step in front of Henry and walked one short pace in front of him but it was enough to make her parents smile.

"Here, catch it Birdie." Levi rolled the ball towards her, slow enough that it wouldn't knock her over or fly past her.

She stared at it for a few seconds, rather unsure of what to do before she picked it up and bounced it against the floor, giggling madly when it bounced high and went back towards Levi.

They continued passing the ball between the three of them for a while as they crossed the street and rounded the corner. It was almost a twenty minute walk to the park but none of them minded. (Y/n) was always pleased that the kids would walk- or in Birdie's case, be pushed- anywhere, no matter the distance and they didn't squabble or complain once. They all loved to be outside.

"Come walk with us Birdie, I'll hold you." Levi reached out towards the strap Henry was holding and smiled.

He liked looking after her, she was a little shadow when they were at home and she clung to Levi more than Toby who always got frustrated with her because she was younger.

"No!" Birdie practically screamed before she backed up and curled her arms around Henry's leg, digging her short nails through his trousers and smothering her face into his leg until her hot breaths could be felt on his skin.

"Just keep playing with her bud but I'll hold it. I've got it babygirl, I won't let go I promise. Come on." He smoothed down her hair and kissed her forehead before gently uncurling her from his leg, encouraging her to keep walking. She wouldn't feel safe unless one of her parent's was holding the strap and were still in control.

"Good girl,"

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"Alright bud, how we doing?" Henry peeked his head around the bedroom door and smiled at Toby who was sat on his bed watching a movie.

He hadn't long come home from training and with Birdie already settled down in bed, Henry always made it a point to check in on the boys and spend a bit of time with them before they went to sleep too.

He walked over towards the bed and went to sit down on the edge but he barely managed to sit before Toby was suddenly in his arms. He latched his arms around Henry's neck and pushed into his chest like he was trying to merge them together.

"I haven't been that long, bud." Henry chuckled and started to rub his hand up and down Toby's back. He had only been a few hours, usually he got this kind of response when he'd been gone a few days. It was the worst when he had to relocate for filming, being apart from the kids was never something Henry could cope well with. But he loved coming home to them and falling to the floor with all three of them in his arms.

He opened his mouth to say something else but stopped himself when his eyes narrowed on something on Toby's bedside table.

Burn cream.

That was something they had to have a lot of with Toby since he couldn’t feel anything hot or cold, he simply felt a neutral temperature no matter how cold or warm it was outside or the temperature of the water.

As a toddler, he was always burning the roof of his mouth which had scarred beyond belief. He had burned his hands a few times trying to run a bath before Henry made a rule that he couldn't do it himself anymore, if he wanted a bath either Henry or (Y/n) had to run it and check it. But Toby could get a shower without help since it had a temperature dial. He wasn't allowed to turn it above number seven as it would be too hot or below number four as that would be too cold.

Gently patting Toby's back, Henry pulled back enough to look down at his son and moved his hands to rub up and down his arms soothingly.

“Did you burn yourself today?” His tone was soft and he watched Toby look away for a moment, unable to make eye contact before he rested his chin on Henry's chest so he could look up at him.

Toby shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips that started to disappear when his dad raised a brow and pursed his lips.

“What’s the cream for then?” Henry tilted his head in the direction of the table holding the nearly empty tube of burn cream.

“It’s nothing… I wanted to make some tea.” Toby spoke quietly, part of him wishing Henry wouldn’t ask so he wouldn’t get mad at him but the other part of him wanted Henry to ask. He wanted Henry to fuss because right now it was just the pair of them, no siblings to steal Henry away from him and Toby could never get enough of these moments of just the pair of them.

Henry leaned his head to the side as a small sigh escaped his lips that Toby knew well. It showed he wasn’t angry with Toby but he was feeling a bit perplexed because Toby had broken a rule.

“Buddy, you know you aren’t allowed to use the kettle.” Henry tried not to whine but they had rules for reasons just like this.

Toby couldn’t run a bath, either Henry or (Y/n) had to do that so he didn’t run it too hot or freezing cold. He couldn’t use the kettle because that was steaming water that he could spill and badly scold himself with and he couldn’t use the oven or stove for any reason. There were more rules that they had and Toby usually stuck to them because he didn’t want to get hurt even if he wouldn’t feel the pain. He always got upset or worried when he had broken a bone or cut or burnt himself, just because he didn’t feel pain didn’t mean he liked the feeling.

“I know, but mum was busy. I thought I could do it.” Toby hadn’t wanted to bother (Y/n) when he thought it was a task that he could do himself. The kettle had already been full, all he had to do was switch it on and slowly pour the water into the cup with the teabag. It seemed so easy but he still managed to burn himself.

“It’s not a case of can you do it, it’s a case of we don’t want you to because it’s more dangerous for you. Please don’t go near the kettle buddy.” They hadn’t set the rule because they thought Toby was too young or incompetent to be able to pour a cup of tea. It was there because hot water with someone who couldn’t feel pain was a bad combination and they didn’t want any accidents. “What did you do, touch the kettle or spill the water?”

Toby had been informed if he ever for any reason had to touch the kettle or move it, he had to hold the handle and nothing else. When it boiled the kettle itself was scolding so it was only safe to hold the handle and if someone boiled it and Toby didn't realise, he would blister his hand.

“I spilt the water onto my hand.” He whispered the words quietly before he buried his face in his dad's chest when he felt Henry take hold of his arms from around his neck.

He held both Toby's arms out in front of him to see the damage and took a deep breath when he looked at his right hand. It had a small rash creeping up his fingers like wine had been spilt on a canvas and there were red and white blisters popping up on the back of his hand. It didn't look as bad as Henry had seen in the past, but it still wasn't good.

“Touch the kettle again and there will be trouble.” Toby nodded, knowing it wasn't a threat or an angry statement, it was a precaution. Leaning over, Henry grabbed the burn cream and pulled open the top drawer of the side table to get a bandage roll. The top drawer contained a thermometer, antiseptic wipes, plasters, different creams, bandages, an old sling for emergencies and some tablets. It was like a small medical kit for when Toby got hurt.

Toby scooted back a little on the bed before holding his hand out to Henry, watching silently as Henry gently rubbed the cream on the back of his hand before he started to wind the bandage around. He didn't want Toby to catch or rip the blisters on anything and make them worse or scratch them open like he had done in the past.

When he finished, Henry kissed the back of his hand before he shuffled round and laid down beside him on the bed, smiling when Toby snuggled up to his side under his arm.

Toby silently hoped Henry would stay with him for the night, or at least until he went to sleep. Henry always used to stay with Toby until he went to sleep when he was little or Toby would sleep with him and (Y/n) on the nights he was afraid he would fall out of bed and hurt himself. Recently Henry was training late or spending time with all of them, he couldn't dedicate a lot of time to just Toby but he would always pop in and out of his room.

Toby wanted him to stay, to have Henry to himself just for a while longer.

"Will you watch the rest of the movie with me?" He didn't dare look up at his dad in case the answer was no and he wouldn't be able to stop his expression from falling.

"Sure," Henry turned off the lamp, basking the room in darkness and the illuminating light from the tv at the end of the bed that was playing The Goonies.

Henry rubbed his hand up and down Toby's back but he couldn't stop himself from smiling widely when Toby kept shuffling closer and closer into his side. After a few minutes, Henry felt like he was five years younger with his toddler laid on his chest when Toby flopped onto his chest and loosely wrapped his arms around his dad's broad chest. The twins would always lay on top of him or bear hug him like this growing up but they were twelve now and the long hugs were getting shorter.

It made room for Birdie who clung to Henry's every move, but it always sparked something in his heart when the boys huddled round him and cuddled close to him like this.

Toby closed his eyes after a while and nuzzled the side of his face into Henry's bare chest while Henry wrapped one arm around his back and hooked the other behind his head.

After a while, Henry glanced down at Toby and moved the hand that was resting on his back so he could hook his thumb on Toby's lip and pull it away from his teeth. He didn't want him to suddenly bite down harder without realising. Toby had already bitten through his lower lip when he was younger and Henry didn't want it happening again.

“Shh, don’t do that buddy.” Henry whispered, lowering Toby’s hand when he started scratching at his nose right near the corner of his eye. Henry wasn’t sure if Toby was absentmindedly doing this or if he was awake or asleep but either way, he couldn’t have him scratching, that was not a good combination with feeling nothing. He would scratch and scratch until he made his skin bleed and he could scratch his retina without realising.

When Toby rubbed his bandaged hand against his nose and cheek, Henry took his hand and interlocked their fingers to get Toby to stop. His other hand rubbing up and down Toby’s back as he felt his son’s breaths evening out against his own showing he was falling asleep.

Henry waited a while, focusing on the movie as Toby shifted again, snuggling more against Henry as he kicked his legs out, pushing the covers towards the end of the bed. With Toby’s condition, he couldn’t feel the heat or the cold, he didn’t even sweat or start shivering in different temperatures or weather conditions.

Every so often when it was cold outside (Y/n) and Henry would come into his room during the night and pull the covers back over him so his muscles didn't tense up since he couldn't technically feel the cold. Or they would remove the covers from him if it was too warm so he didn't overheat and get a fever.

Moving his hand, Henry pulled the covers back over them since it was a rather cold night. Gently turning to his left, Henry eased Toby back onto the bed instead of him being on Henry’s chest. He watched the twelve-year-old fondly as he rolled onto his side, their hands parting as Toby curled up and pressed his back into Henry's side as if checking he was still there.

Henry stayed for a while longer, watching the ending of the movie as Toby laid his head on Henry’s left arm, his back pressed to his dad’s chest. When the movie ended, Henry turned the tv off, sighing when he saw Toby was back to rubbing and scratching at his nose with his burnt hand. Slowly easing himself from the bed without Toby knowing, Henry went to the chest of drawers and rummaged around until he found a pair of socks and the fluffy black gloves with grey spots like stars in the midnight sky.

When Toby was a baby they bought onesies with no gaps for the hands so his nails couldn’t scratch him. When he was too old for those they got him mittens and then gloves so when he went to bed he wore them. (Y/n) noticed a few months ago that Toby would no longer wear them to bed so she and Henry waited until he went to sleep and slipped them onto his hands if he was scratching without realising or caring.

Henry sat back down behind Toby and moved the covers so he could put the bed socks on his feet in case he rubbed his feet against his legs and started to scratch his legs. Then he slowly put the fluffy gloves onto his hands. The good thing about Toby not feeling hot or cold was they could put the gloves on and his hands wouldn’t overheat and make him realise he was wearing them. Waiting for a moment, Henry watched Toby rub at his nose, too far gone to realise or react to the fluff brushing against his nose rather than his hand.

Leaning over, Henry gently kissed Toby’s temple before pulling the covers back over him and tucking him in. He would be back to check on him every hour or so anyway until Henry retired for bed himself.

“Goodnight bud.”

[xunandran]

Home (Firepilot/Queerplatonic Polyfire)

Got thinking about one of my recent posts, and an idea just nagged at me. so here you go, some Firepilot/queerplatonic Polyfire fluff.

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Home (837 words)

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Sometimes, the job sucked. Sometimes it took you away from the ones you loved for far too long. This had been such a time. After spending the last week holed up in a tent in the California mountains as part of a wildfire response team, Tommy was happy to be back in Los Angeles proper. He’d be even happier once he was in his own bed rather than a cot with twenty snoring firefighters. One was enough for him, and he couldn’t wait to see him. 

He turned off his headlights before pulling into the drive to Eddie’s house. As expected, Buck’s Jeep was parked alongside Eddie’s truck. He shut off the engine and hopped out of his own truck. The house was dark, save for a flickering from the living room windows. He checked the time, 11:24pm. He had hoped to make better time. Couldn’t be helped. 

He thumbed through his ever expanding keyring. Car. His. Buck’s. Eddie’s. It had felt strange adding the last key to the jumpring, but Eddie had insisted. 

“Buck trusts you, and I trust you,” he had said all those months ago. 

He slid the key in the lock and pulled the door open. The flickering he witnessed from outside was from Eddie’s TV. More accurately, it was from the looping menu screen of a DVD playing on Eddie’s TV. 

Love Actually.

Tommy smiled fondly as he quietly pushed the door closed, not that the door would be heard over Buck’s snoring from what he presumed was the couch. As he rounded into the living room, the sight before him brought the tenderest of smiles to his lips. He pulled his phone from his pocket and quietly snapped a few photos to capture the memory. 

Eddie leaned against the end of the couch, one arm draped over the side, the other wrapped around Buck, who was currently passed out, curled up on the couch like a cat, head in Eddie’s lap. A string of drool glistened along his lips and his cheek, pooling in a dark stain on Eddie’s jeans. Somehow, possibly due to how lanky he was, Christopher had found enough room to join the snuggle pile, and he leaned against Buck, his sleeping slack mouthed face a near carbon copy of his father’s. 

The coffee table had two beer bottles, a juice box, an empty pizza box and a half-filled bowl of popcorn. 

“Eddie.” Tommy was quiet as he lightly tapped on the man’s shoulder to wake him.

Warm brown eyes fluttered opened tiredly, first one, then the other. “Tommy?”

“I came by for Evan,” Tommy whispered, kneeling at the outside of the arm of the couch Eddie was leaning against. 

The other man yawned and looked across the couch at the two forms sprawled over him. “Good luck with that,” he said with a sleepy, sincere grin. “Buck’s a bear to wake up. I’d help but…” He gestured to the current situation. 

“I’m aware.” Tommy’s laugh caused Buck to stir in Eddie’s lap, but he didn’t wake up. “Let me get Christopher to bed for you first. Do we need to wake him to brush his teeth?” Tommy lifted Christopher off of Buck and carefully draped the teen against his chest. Christopher fidgeted briefly before settling against Tommy’s strong form. 

“Probably, but he’s just been to the dentist. I’ll make sure he brushes extra long tomorrow morning. Would rather not deal with two grouches.” While Tommy carried Christopher to his room, Eddie lightly jostled Buck’s shoulder. “Wake up, sleepyhead. Tommy’s home.”

Buck groaned and snuggled in deeper, an endearing sight. “Tommy…” he muttered, as if the word had filtered through into whatever dreamscape he currently found himself. Even in sleep, the mention of the other man’s name twisted his lips into the smallest of fond smiles. 

Tommy wandered back in from the back hall. “Package secured.” He smiled down at Buck, who was still just as asleep as when he left. “What about this one?”

“Out like a light,” Eddie mused, stretching as much as he was able to with Buck’s head in his lap. “Why don’t you two take my bed. No sense in trying to pour him into your truck tonight.” 

“Are you sure, Eddie?” Tommy had already started gathering the empty bottles and the box of pizza to relocate them to the kitchen. “I don’t want to put you out.”

“I’m sure. Just bring me the pillow and spare blanket from that closet over there.” 

Tommy moved the empties and retrieved the blanket and pillow, setting them on the coffee table. “Okay, Evan. Let’s get you to bed.” He scooped up the other man, barely needing to exert himself to lift almost two hundred pounds of sleeping muscle. Eddie stretched his released legs and curled up on the couch and pulled the blanket over him, mimicking Buck only moments ago. “Thanks for looking out for him, Eddie.”

“Always,” Eddie said with a yawn as he settled in. “I’m glad you’re home, Tommy. Sleep well.”

[skepsiss]

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Batter Up: Chapter 4 of 5

Read [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4]

Rated: Explicit

Summary: This fluffy story is about Baseball Player Steve Harrington, meeting Rock Star Eddie Munson and the whirlwind 1-week romance turned committed relationship. They're instantly obsessed with one another, but neither knows how to take things to the next level. Enjoy Steve being a love-sick idiot! (The story turns explicit in Chapter 4, other chapters are all fluff).

The sexy chapter. I don't write smut without feelings in it though, so you know there is some sentimental stuff attached to their boys getting freaky. (And of course some comedy).

Read Chapter 4 below, or [read it on Ao3]

Thank you again to @thefreakandthehair for Beta reading.

Graphic made by me!

Eddie leaned over the centre console to kiss him, his hands bracing awkwardly against the door and the back of the chair. Steve shamelessly ran his hand up the back of Eddie’s neck, the keys to his car wrapped around his fingers. “We should… head inside,” Steve said against Eddie’s lips, already missing the methodical kiss. 

“Yeah, alright,” Eddie replied, but made no motion to move as he stayed pressed in close, so their noses could brush together. 

Steve had driven them back to his place from the batting cages. It wasn’t a long drive, and he knew no one was home. Well, he lived alone, but Robin wasn’t going to be around today. She knew he had a date. 

“Need me to help you with the door?” Steve teased gently, smiling, and anticipating another kiss. 

Eddie had kissed him more than a few times since they had gotten into his car, and he wasn’t going to complain about that. “Mmm…” Eddie mused, moved to rub his thumb over Steve’s lips. His gaze was flicking across Steve’s face, settling finally on his mouth. “Okay, big boy,”  Eddie huffed, biting his bottom lip and sitting back in his chair. “You can play chivalry with me.”

Steve sighed an awkward laugh, a bit taken aback by the sudden nickname. He didn’t dislike it, but it felt… degrading. Not in a bad way; Eddie’s tone was playful and flirtatious, but Steve just wasn’t sure what to make of it. He sort of liked being talked down to like that.

He got out of the car anyway, and pocketed his keys before walking around to open Eddie’s door for him. “Thanks,” Eddie quipped, offering Steve his hand as he stepped out. “You’re really milking this, huh?” Steve asked as he held Eddie’s fingers daintily and walked him into the house. 

“Not the only thing I’ll….” Eddie mumbled, and Steve strained to catch the rest of his sentence. Eddie just flashed him a grin and glanced around quickly before looking at Steve expectantly.

“No offense,” Eddie breathed, “but I don’t want a tour. You can show me your place later.”

Steve laughed earnestly this time, changing his grip so he was just holding Eddie’s hand instead of leading him like some kind of damsel. 

“Yeah, alright. No more beating around the bush.” Steve grinned, taking the cue in stride and walking them toward his bedroom.

He liked that Eddie was forward, actually. They’d been dancing around this all week, and now that they were finally able to be intimate, neither of them seemed willing to wait. He liked that. There was no guesswork on whether Eddie wanted to have sex or not, no games to play.

“You have a maid or something?” Eddie asked as Steve flicked on the lights to his room. “No?” Steve replied, obviously confused as he turned to look at Eddie. “Huh… you like things nice and clean, hmm?” Eddie questioned as he took a step forward and started to harmlessly push Steve back toward the bed. Steve moved willingly, finding a small thrill in being backed up across the room. The back of his knees hit the bed and he sat, more than pleased to have Eddie crawl into his lap and straddle him. “All things, or…” Eddie asked, looping his arms over Steve’s shoulders and leaning in.

“Not… all things,” Steve answered lamely, distracted by Eddie’s proximity as he watched his lips. He let his hands snake around Eddie’s middle, pulling him in closer. “That’s good,” Eddie breathed, ducking in, but not letting their lips touch. “I don’t think things would work out if that was the case. You want me to dirty you up a bit, sweetheart?” 

It was like a spell was being cast on him or something. Steve felt the world outside his room fall away as he focused on Eddie and pulled in those words. He had experienced women talking to him provocatively, and he liked a bit of that in bed, but there was something completely different about the way Eddie did it. He felt so… powerful, so dynamic, and Steve was aware that he felt compelled to say ‘yes’ to everything. “Yes…” Steve replied, feeling like he wasn’t allowed to close the distance between them. Eddie groaned a bit at his answer, and Steve felt his fingers along the hemline of his shirt. Steve moved without being asked, leaning back and raising his arms so Eddie could peel his shirt off. His hair frizzed up, but he didn’t have time to think about it as Eddie’s hands fell to him and he pressed in for a heated kiss. Just like it had been at the batting cage, Steve opened his mouth with a groan as Eddie fed his fingers through the hair on his chest and kissed him deeply. 

Eddie kissed like he was trying to lick the back of his throat and Steve pressed into it eagerly before twisting and tossing Eddie onto the bed. He gasped, but Steve was quick to kiss him again, crawling over top of him and moaning at the way Eddie pulled him in close. “Fuck, you’re strong,” Eddie gravelled, his voice low as he spread his legs for Steve to slot between. 

“And you’re—” Steve tried, getting interrupted by kisses. “Beautiful.” Eddie snorted at the compliment, and hit Steve hard in the shoulder. It was playful, but Steve couldn’t say he understood the reaction. “Man, shut up,” Eddie laughed, sounding charmed. “You’re so fucking corny. Fuck off.”

Steve chuckled a bit in reply, kissing the corner of Eddie’s mouth and down across his cheek. He liked that Eddie found him amusing, but he didn’t want him to think this was a joke. “I mean it… you know,” Steve sighed, kissing Eddie's ear. He noted that Eddie grew quiet, and his body started to arch incrementally upward. “You’re gorgeous.” Eddie groaned, and Steve took that as a good sign as he ducked toward Eddie’s neck and started to suck hickeys into his skin. “Y–you too, you know,” Eddie swallowed, twisting to expose more of his neck. “But I’m sure—I’m sure all the boys—tell you that.” “You’d be surprised,” Steve retorted easily, indulging in kissing Eddie’s skin. “You’re the first guy, actually…” Steve didn’t think much of his comment, more just pleased to be doing this finally with Eddie, as he ran a hand up Eddie’s side to expose his skin. He wanted to properly see those tattoos—count them—and maybe after they were done he’d ask all about them. Kiss every single one. God, Eddie was everything he had dreamed of. “What?” Eddie asked, not squirming away, but changing the atmosphere in the room completely with his deadpan question. “Huh?” Steve blinked, leaning back so he could look at Eddie properly. “Did you say… I’m the first guy?” Eddie asked, brows pinched in. “What do… what do you mean by that?”

Steve stared for a beat, feeling more like a fish than a man as he gaped. He wasn’t really sure how to answer that. What had he said? That Eddie was the first guy? Was that wrong for him to have commented on?

“That… what? Nothing, just… you’re the first guy to say that to me. I’ve never… honestly, I’ve never been in a situation like this with a guy before,” Steve replied genuinely, the confusion evident on his face. ”What?” Eddie asked again, sitting up a bit and forcing Steve to sit back. “What do you— you mean you’re an ass-virgin?” As soon as the words left his mouth, a flush spread across Eddie’s face, and he looked away from Steve. “God—uh, sorry—why did I say it like that? Jesus—I mean, uh…” Eddie waffled, his face growing redder by the minute. It was actually adorable, and Steve couldn’t help but chuckle at him. 

“Yeah, I’m an ass-virgin,” he teased, only feeling a small blow to his ego at the phrase. “But I’m uh, far from a virgin-virgin.” Eddie looked back at him, but kept his lips pressed together, mortified still but seemingly keeping it together. Sex was weird like that, and Steve had sex enough not to be overly embarrassed by slip ups like this. Hell, he sort of liked that they were being real about it from the get-go, and it gave him an opportunity to ask the real pressing question here. “Just so… we get it out of the way,” Steve swallowed, sitting back on his heels, “I get physicals a lot—real ones. So, uh, I know I’m clean.” Eddie blinked at him and then raised his hands in front of his chest, looking shocked that they were just talking about this. “Oh—yeah, me too. Yeah, I mean, I’m uh… I just got out of rehab. You have to go through a lot of doctors, and I haven’t… I’ve been checked since the last time I slept with anyone,” Eddie confessed, his body language awkward despite the fact that Steve could see something hard behind his eyes. 

It felt like Eddie was testing him or something. Like he was checking to see how Steve would react to being told that he was in rehab recently. Steve knew about Eddie’s rehab, but he appreciated that Eddie was willing to be so direct about something like that. “But, good to know I won’t get gonorrhoea when I suck your dick,” Eddie quipped. Okay, maybe a bit too direct. 

Steve blinked and looked away, not exactly sure how to respond to that. It was funny, right? Eddie was trying to alleviate the tension after such a serious conversation? But there was still the whole—

“Do you know how this works?” Eddie asked, his tone a bit softer. 

Steve looked back at him, putting together what he meant, slowly.

“Sex? Like, sex with a guy?” Steve asked. “Yeah, I know how… sex works. I’ve just never… actually done it. Just, uh, by myself.” Eddie’s eyes flicked up to him at that, and Steve watched something simmer there as Eddie stared. It was intimidating, but it evoked that same desire to just ‘say yes’ to everything. It was hot. 

“That’s good…” Eddie replied quietly, a controlled quality to his voice. “I’m out of practice there, so…” 

Silence fell over them, and Steve wasn’t really sure what to do. It felt like Eddie was asking him something, but he wasn’t totally sure. He had gone into this expecting to have sex—expecting Eddie to fuck him—but now he wasn’t sure if that was what Eddie wanted. So much for being forward.

“Do you want to… bottom?” Eddie asked as the silence continued, and Steve paused for a beat as those words sunk in. He had thought it was obvious, but now that he was considering it, he supposed it was strange that he had just assumed he was going to bottom. Why had he assumed that? Probably because he could screw women the same way he’d screw a guy, and he had done that enough to know that he liked it. But Eddie wasn’t a woman, so of course Steve wanted to experience ‘bottoming.’ That was…. Why was that his preference? 

“Yeah, unless you don’t want to…” Steve offered as a compromise, still keen on sleeping with Eddie even if he didn’t want to top. “No, no—” Eddie replied quickly, “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all week. I like it both ways, but your, uh… first time like this. Are you sure you want… me?”

Steve felt a punch to his chest at Eddie’s words, all of it settling over him like a shroud. Firstly, to hear Eddie say he wanted to fuck him, it was like Eddie was grabbing him by the dick and tormenting him. It was so fucking erotic—but then, he went and shied away from it because… because he didn’t feel like enough. It was like Eddie had a grip on his heart and his libido in a way that was making Steve feel delirious.

“Yeah—yes,” Steve said a bit too eagerly, getting back on his knees and crawling over the other. “Yes… yes, Eddie. I want you to fuck me.” Eddie looked bewildered by his approach, but he groaned deeply at the confession anyway and pulled Steve into a kiss. It felt romantic though, and Steve let himself get lost in the sensation as he leaned over Eddie. “Jesus Christ, Steve,” Eddie rumbled, “okay. Jesus… okay.” The contact was tender as Eddie held his cheeks and kissed him. Steve could swear that he really was going to fall in love if this continued. Eddie was being so gentle with him, but there was still so much passion behind his touch. Steve felt like he had been starved of this for a very long time. 

Eddie encouraged them to roll, and Steve moved with him without breaking the kiss. They were tangled together again almost instantly, and Steve couldn’t help his smug little laugh when Eddie reached around to grope his ass. “Don’t sound—too pleased… with yourself,” Eddie scolded, still kissing him through his words as he grabbed handfuls of Steve’s ass and kneaded. 

“I don’t know—-what you’re talking—about,” Steve taunted in turn, letting his own hands wander as he reached up Eddie’s back, and tangled his fingers into the other’s hair. It didn’t take long for Steve’s hands to venture to the waistband of Eddie’s jeans. He moved slowly as he popped the button on Eddie’s shorts and unzipped his fly. Eddie just groaned through the action and pressed in closer, his own touch dipping below the elastic waistband of Steve’s pants and boxers so he could grab his ass. 

Skin on skin. 

Eddie rolled his hips forward and Steve had a momentary spike of nerves as he felt the bulge in Eddie’s shorts press against his crotch. He wanted this, but he was suddenly struck with the fact that he was actually going to be touching another man’s dick, and his lack of experience squeezed at his confidence. But Eddie felt so eager as he pulled Steve in close and practically growled into his mouth. A possessive, needy quality to the sound that demanded attention. It felt like Eddie was obsessed with him, and Steve wasn’t sure if he had ever felt sexier. To be desired that much… to see and feel how turned on Eddie was from kissing alone was something else. Steve rolled his hips forward so they could grind, and he was rewarded with a gasp from Eddie before he was pulling Steve’s legs over his thigh so they could rut up against one another. The invitation was plain, and Steve didn’t pretend to be stoic as he moaned quietly into Eddie’s mouth, the two of them grinding like a couple of teenagers. “Mmm—you’re so… so…” Eddie mumbled, obviously distracted, as he tugged Steve’s pants over his ass so they caught on the underside and exposed him. “Fuck… look at you.” Eddie opened his eyes, and Steve let himself get overwhelmed by how stormy Eddie’s gaze was. His pupils were blown, and Steve felt more like prey than a lover. No one had ever looked at him like that before. “Hmm, fuck… don’t let me get ahead of myself,” Eddie mused, kissing him tenderly for a beat before pulling away. “Where… lube, man.” Steve swallowed, coming back to himself as he shifted up the bed. “Right, yeah,” he mumbled, crawling up the mattress and fishing around in his nightstand for lube and condoms. He tossed the condoms to the far side of the bed but held the bottle of lube out for Eddie as he moved up the mattress toward him. “Thanks, sweetheart,” Eddie muttered, smiling with hooded eyes before kissing Steve’s shoulder and up into the curve of his neck. “You tell me to stop… at any time, if you want…” Steve breathed a soft ‘okay’ and rolled onto his back, feeling utterly captivated by Eddie. There was this energy about him that was intoxicating, and Steve truly did feel like a virgin again. He was letting Eddie take the reins, and it felt natural to fall underneath him like this. It was almost animalistic, but at the same time he felt as if Eddie was treating him so tenderly. Like he was devoted to him. Affectionate beyond what someone who had known him for a week should feel. 

Eddie kissed in the crevice of Steve’s throat and Steve sighed as he felt the other starting to kiss down his chest and to his hips. Eddie was making these wayward, pleased noises as he descended, taking the hem of Steve’s pants down with him as he placed a kissed to his thigh and nipped gently at his skin.

It didn’t take much for Eddie to pull down his clothes, freeing Steve’s erection. He was already so turned on, and that only increased as Eddie hummed appreciatively at him.  “God… you’re prettier than I imagined,” Eddie husked, as he sat up a bit so he could lick a stripe up Steve’s cock, before sucking on just the head of his erection. Steve gasped at the forwardness, the compliment making him feel small and flattered all at once. Eddie was keeping such intense eye contact with him, too, Steve felt powerless despite the fact that he had more than one weight-class on Eddie. “So, you’ve… done this by yourself?” Eddie asked, his voice low as he released Steve’s cock and finished pulling his pants off. Steve swallowed, once again seeing that dark flash in Eddie’s eyes. He could place it now, though. Eddie thought it was hot, hearing that Steve had masturbated like this on his own. It felt dangerous, and alluring all at once. As if Steve was expected to perform, but all he had to do was be himself. Eddie was probably restraining himself from demanding too much of him, despite how hot-blooded the information made him.

“Yeah,” Steve answers, trying to sound confident and not at all overwhelmed by how intense Eddie’s gaze was. “Somewhat recently too…” Steve wasn’t a stranger to turning on his partners, but the way Eddie groaned at his reply and slunk back up to his face made his body feel tight. It felt like he was about to be devoured. “Jesus Christ, Steve,” Eddie crooned, kissing along his jaw and back to his lips. They indulged in another long, drawn out kiss as Steve felt Eddie moving above him. The familiar clicking noise of the lube bottle opening sounded, and Steve felt his heartbeat pick up. “Thinking about… me?” Eddie asked, opening his eyes, lips barely pressed to Steve’s. Steve sucked in a breath, feeling almost foreign in his own body. He had never been this worked up in his life. He had never experienced foreplay like this before. “Yeah,” Steve swallowed, his voice sounding quiet to his own ears as he watched Eddie’s eyes flutter shut at the confession. “God… I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you,” Eddie groaned, watching him again as Steve felt the cool, wet slick of Eddie’s fingers against his ass. Eddie played for a moment, just pressing and gliding his fingers against Steve’s asshole before carefully pushing one finger in. Steve sucked in another breath, the action throwing him because of the anticipation, not the sensation. He knew this kind of touch—though it was something else, having someone else’s finger in him. “You tell me…” Eddie mumbled, still staring at him, as if he didn’t want to miss a second of Steve’s reaction. “Tell me… if it’s too much.”

Steve heard Eddie swallow thick before he started pumping his finger in and out of him, the feeling making Steve close his eyes. “Baby?” Eddie asked, a second finger teasing the outside of his hole. “Tell me…” “Okay—” Steve said quickly, tightening and loosening his grip on Eddie’s shoulders. 

It wasn’t painful. He was familiar enough with this to take two fingers, but something about the way Eddie was treating him was building Steve’s overwhelm. He felt so vulnerable, and he wanted it so badly, that Eddie’s touch almost felt like a tease instead of release. Eddie stroked his insides and Steve gasped at the sensation, letting himself just focus on the feeling as Eddie started to work him open. It wasn’t just a means to an end though, as Eddie pressed up into his prostate and pulled a groan from Steve, causing him to hunch. When Eddie rubbed his prostate again, Steve gasped before opening his eyes. Eddie was staring so intently at him that Steve could hardly stand it. He pulled him into a kiss instead, and Eddie groaned into his mouth, the speed of his fingers increasing as he pumped them vigorously in and out. 

Steve couldn’t keep the kiss up as he started to keen into Eddie’s mouth, spreading his legs on instinct as he got lost to the sensation. “Tell me…” Steve heard Eddie mumble, and he shook his head quickly, not wanting this to stop for anything. “It’s good— it’s good!” Steve groaned loudly, arching into Eddie. “You sound so... fucking amazing,” Eddie gravelled, ducking to Steve’s neck and starting to leave painful hickeys along Steve’s skin. That only increased Steve’s pleasure, and he clutched at Eddie’s hair, feeling desperate for this to get to the next step. Eddie had to know that he wasn’t going to flinch away or clamp down on him by now. He needed Eddie to screw him. “I want to fuck you— so badly,” Eddie gasped against his skin, and Steve panted loudly in turn, trying his best to regain his thoughts.

“Fuck me—” Steve choked, feeling almost pathetic for losing it this quickly when Eddie had only been using his fingers. Eddie whined at his reply, biting his neck hard before swiftly pulling his hand away. Steve shuddered and panted heavily, letting himself fall against the mattress as Eddie sat up. He looked deadly towering over Steve, his hair cascading over his shoulders and hanging down like some kind of monster. His expression was dark, and his mouth was hanging open salaciously. It was like Steve was looking up at a painting of some kind of horror, sent from the depth to seduce men. He looked so good. Steve wanted to do anything for him.

Eddie peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside as Steve watched. They were making hard eye contact with one another at the anticipation of the moment before Steve’s attention dropped to Eddie’s waist. He pushed down his shorts slowly, the action obviously meant to be enticing, as he pulled his erection out and gave himself a few strokes. He wasn’t small by any means, and Steve felt his stomach clench at the idea that Eddie’s dick was about to be inside him. “You’re drinking me in like you’re dying, Stevie…” Eddie sighed, and Steve raised his attention back up to his face. “Sorry,” Steve said on instinct, which made Eddie laugh darkly. “No… I like it, baby,” Eddie mused, pulling his shorts off the rest of the way before crawling over Steve again. “You want me so badly, don’t you? Fingering yourself all week… thinking about me, and wanting me to put this inside you.” Steve felt Eddie press his cock against his stomach as he spoke, sliding his head against his skin, so Steve could feel how wet he was with pre-cum.

“I want to fuck you so good that you can’t even think about cumming without thinking about me,” Eddie breathed, leaning in for a tantalizingly gentle kiss. Steve wasn’t even sure if he was breathing as Eddie loomed over him, his attention completely enraptured. Nothing in the world existed beyond Eddie and the idea of having sex with him. Nothing mattered beyond this moment, and it felt as if Steve had never taken another lover before now. “You want me?” Eddie asked again, breathing against Steve’s mouth. “Yes–” Steve gasped, frozen to the spot. Eddie purred a pleased noise before kissing him and rolling his tongue into his mouth, letting the action languish before sitting up again. He must have grabbed a condom without Steve noticing because he was already pushing the rubber down over his cock. Even just the sight of that made Steve’s dick twitch as he watched Eddie lather himself with a generous amount of lube. “Same rules,” Eddie said softly, pressing his slick hand against Steve’s backside before shuffling forward. “Tell me if it’s too much.” There was no more waiting as Steve felt the heat of Eddie’s head press against his hole. His body strained for a moment before Eddie pushed in and Steve heaved a breath. It was slow, and it felt tight, but Eddie didn’t relent as he gradually pushed to the hilt. “Oh—fuck…” Steve whimpered, pushing up a bit in order to look between his legs. “Fuck…” Eddie touched his knees gingerly, and Steve spread his legs apart further as he felt Eddie pull back incrementally. He whined again at the action, but with each small push and pull, Steve could feel himself relaxing. “You’re so… fucking tight… baby,” Eddie groaned, and Steve finally looked up at Eddie’s face again to see how wonton his expression was. His mouth was open, eyes hooded, and Steve could see the delirious concentration on his face.

“I want to…” Eddie swallowed, and craned his neck toward the ceiling. “Fuck… I want to move… ah, Steve—fuck, I want to fuck you.” Eddie thrust in hard, and Steve shouted as the pain and pleasure erupted up his body. It was so much— he wanted Eddie to fuck him, but it was so much. Eddie seemed to be barely keeping it together as he went back to his shallow movements, his eyebrows pinched in tightly. “Fuck me—” Steve groaned, laying back and twisting a bit on the mattress. “Fuck me— actually— really fuck me.” Eddie growled again— low and dangerous— as he moved up the bed to crawl over Steve. He brushed the hair out of Steve’s face quickly, touching him as if he was revered. He snapped his hips again and Steve gasped, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s chest. He pulled Eddie into a kiss, and that seemed to say enough to the musician for him to actually start thrusting. Steve moaned and arched, his grip tightening on Eddie as he felt him drive into his body and press up hard against his prostate. It ripped a muffled yell from Steve as he continued to clutch at Eddie for dear life. “It good? It good, baby? Fuck, Steve,” Eddie was saying on repeat, his voice cut with his own whines of pleasure and the chasing of Steve’s tongue. As if that wasn’t enough, Steve felt Eddie’s hand move to his cock, pumping in time with his thrusts. Steve whined again, the overwhelm getting to him as he lost all semblance of rhythm and time. It was just Eddie and any frantic kiss he could get as his body flooded with pleasure. “I’m—” Steve heard Eddie say over the sound of their slapping skin and keening, his own mind on that edge of delirium. Eddie gasped loudly and Steve felt him thrust in hard, the sensation making him twist as Eddie’s hand slowed for a moment. He pulled away again, and Steve groaned at the loss of contact, before refocusing to watch Eddie. Eddie pressed up into his body again with his cock, pushing and maintaining firm pressure against his prostate as he started to jerk Steve off hastily. “You going to cum?” Eddie asked, sounding breathless as he continued to pump Steve’s erection. “Cum, Steve. Come on, sweetheart. Oh… Steve, you look so fucking gone. God—cum, baby. Cum.” Steve never stood a chance. He moaned and gasped, his voice pitching as he watched Eddie stroke him, the pleasure unmatched, before he came with a yell. His orgasm punched into him and shot up his chest, as Eddie groaned happily and continued to milk his cock. “That’s it, baby… oh… look at you,” Eddie cooed, panting heavily before leaning over him again. Steve felt like a wreck as he sucked in breath, his body spent as he let Eddie fall over him and kiss him into the pillows. He felt Eddie pull out slowly, and Steve groaned at the sensation before wrapping himself around Eddie once again and indulging in the adoring quality of their kiss. “Hmm… fuck, Steve,” Eddie whined, shifting so they could roll onto their sides and continue their affections. “Fuck… I don’t say this often, but, God… Steve. Fuck… I want to do that again.” Steve couldn’t help but breathe out a laugh, the ache already settling into his body as Eddie stroked his back sweetly. “Not… right now,” Steve mused, his heart somersaulting in his chest at how tenderly he was being treated. “No, of course not,” Eddie sighed, kissing the corner of his mouth. “No one recovers that fast their first time—I meant… I mean…” Steve sighed lightly, pulling back just enough so they could actually look at one another. Eddie’s face was a bit red from effort, and he had sweat sticking his hair to his temples, but he looked gorgeous. With big brown eyes, and a timid tilt to his brows that made him look more like a puppy, than a person. “Another date,” Steve offered as a fill in for Eddie’s lost statement. 

“Yeah, but…” Eddie waffled, looking ten years younger as he shied away from his comment.

“You meant that… you want to have sex again, another day… as if you were my… boyfriend?” Steve’s chest fluttered maddeningly as he spoke, his own wants and desires swirling around the room. Eddie sucked in a breath at that, and Steve watched as his gaze darted away. 

It struck fear into him for a moment, before Eddie was tucking under his chin, pressing in close. “I… I haven’t dated in a long time,” Eddie confessed, and Steve picked up the soothing pets to Eddie’s back. “But… I’d fucking… love to be your boyfriend.”  Read Chapter 5

[spark-my-nature]

It Takes Three to Tango (2) - DRW & SFK

Roooouuuuuuund two!

Chapter Summary: You, Sam and Danny figure out how this little predicament you've gotten into is gonna work. SMUT 18+

Chapter word count: 6.4K | Pairings: Danny x Sam, Danny x Reader, Sam x Reader. Threesome (MFM) with slash.

Warnings: Sexually explicit content, language, mentions of drinking. This fic contains slash pairings, so if that's not your thing, that's fine, see ya later!

Read Chapter One Here first!

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CHAPTER 2

Having driven to the bar in two separate cars, you and Danny arrived back home a moment before Sam would pull in the driveway after you. Following his quick stride to the door, you giggled as he uncharacteristically fumbled with the keys. Sidling up behind him, you smoothed your hands up his abdomen, resting your cheek against his back. 

“Excited?” 

Successfully jamming the keys into the lock, he swung the door open, wordlessly grabbing your hand and tugging you inside with an impatient growl. Slamming the door, he pushed you against it, his lips immediately seeking yours in a searing kiss. 

Moaning in surprise against his mouth, you hooked your fingers in his belt loops and yanked his hips close. “I see,” you mumbled amusedly into the kiss.

He held your shoulder steadfast against the door, using his free hand to take one of yours from his belt. He laced his fingers with yours, a romantic gesture juxtaposed with the heated, aggressive way his lips attacked yours. He pinned your hips further against the door, rutting his stiffening groin against your thigh before shivering and gasping for air. Slowly, he fluttered his eyes open and locked his gaze on you. 

“You have any idea how much I love you? My beautiful, enchanting, sexy-as-fuck woman,” he panted, smirking, sliding his hand up your shoulder to cup your cheek. 

“Love you more, babe,” you grinned, playfully grabbing a handful of his lovely behind. He snickered, opening his mouth with a sassy remark, one that was quickly lost as headlights lit up his face through the window of the front door. His eyes lifted to peer out at the familiar Tesla peeling into the driveway, and given your proximity, you felt his heartbeat accelerate, and a nervous grin spread across his face. 

As the slam of Sam’s car door sounded, you bit your lip, slipping out from under Danny to stand beside him as he opened the door. 

Sam, already midway up the steps, slowed his over-eager jog and played off his enthusiasm, slipping his thumbs in his pockets and strolling towards you. “Ah, hello again,” he greeted, stopping in front of a smirking Danny at the entryway. 

There was a brief awkward moment, all three of you a little unsure of yourselves, but then you giggled, making both boys look at you amusedly. “Well, let the boy in, Danny,” you teased.

With an eyeroll, he stepped aside. “Drink?” He offered humorously.

Sam nodded thoughtfully, kicking his shoes off. “Yeah, let me see the wine list,” he deadpanned, only cracking a smile at the sound of your laugh. 

Danny, already opening the fridge, called out, “It’s a short list, unfortunately, there’s actually only two choices,” he straightened, “Take it or leave it.” 

With his endearing laugh, Sam nodded, “I’ll go for the first one.”

As Danny pulled out a bottle of wine and began pouring, you faced Sam. His eyes glanced around the room, landing on you and doing a little double-take, grinning… nervously?

You couldn’t have that. 

You raised your brows at him playfully suggestive. You gently reached out to him, and he cautiously took your hand, lips parting in a shallow breath as you guided him the short distance to the couch. 

“So,” you broke the silence softly, “maybe we should uhh… get things out in the open?” You guided him to sit beside you, 

With a shy laugh, he nodded, looking down, “Yeah, couldn’t hurt, huh?” He was uncharacteristically careful in his demeanor, now that the initial shock and lust had been tamed. Now, facing the reality of the very intimate evening ahead of you, his bravado seemed to be taking a severe knocking down. It was undeniably cute, this cautious, shy side of Sam’s personality. 

Danny sauntered into the room, three wine glasses balance in his hands. “What are we talkin’ about?” He looked between you. 

Sam took both yours and his, passing your glass to you. “Well, uh… groundrules, I suppose,” he furrowed his brow at you in confirmation over the rim of his glass as he sipped. 

With a nod, you leaned your side into the back of the couch, knee bent and facing Sam as Danny sat in the chair beside the other end of the couch. “Okay, well let’s just put any, like, embarrassment to the side for now, right?” 

They both nodded, Danny shifting to face Sam directly. Sam raised his brows, looking into Danny’s eyes. 

“I… um,” Danny blushed, faltering under Sam’s expectant gaze. He ducked down, facing his lap with a nervous smile, snickering to himself. “Fuck, okay, uh… first of all, whatever happens tonight, doesn’t leave this house. Okay?” 

Both you and Sam nodded, although the lanky boy beside you was now sporting a far-too-mischievous grin for your comfort. With a playful backhand to his bicep, you giggled, “We’re serious, no kissing and telling.”

Sam nodded, grin widening, “Oh, yeah, no of course.” He took another sip of the wine. 

“Sam,” Danny gave a long-suffering sigh.

Sam held his hands up defensively as both you and Danny shot him affectionate glares. “Guys I won’t, I mean it, who would I even tell? I’m not exactly gonna go regaling the evening to dumb and dumber, am I?”

You snorted at his jab towards Jake and Josh, nodding your acknowledgement. “Okay, alright, I'm trusting you.”

Danny hummed his agreement. “Okay, good.” You watched the pink flush travel up his neck as he inhaled. “I guess the next question I have, uh…” Danny reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, and you noticed his knee bouncing subtly, a nervous tick of his. 

Sam leaned forward, meeting his friend’s eyes. “You don’t have to be all shy, you know, it’s not like I’m gonna change my mind,” he joked, his lightheartedness easing the genuinely sweet and much needed reassurance. 

Danny held his gaze for a quiet moment, then licked his lips and nodded, unable to look into his friend’s eyes for his next question. 

“Well… okay,” he chuckled, shifting in the chair and taking a calming breath, gesturing to you and Sam. “I’m- I know you two, y’know, are gonna…” Sam nodded his understanding with a poorly concealed grin. Trudging on, Danny nodded quickly, “Right. So do you… are you okay with- or actually, do you want…”

His face was bright pink at this point, and Sam softly encouraged him, “Just say it, Daniel.”

Danny closed his eyes and huffed, “How do you feel about fucking me?”

It was dead quiet for a second, and because Sam was facing your boyfriend, you couldn’t read his face. Dread tightened in your throat, and you stiffened, ready to interject and try to help rectify the unbelievable awkwardness that was sure to come. You opened your mouth to speak, but you were cut off quickly-

Sam burst out in a cackle, throwing his head back. You watched, trying to interpret his reaction, but you saw Danny relax considerably as a bashful grin tugged at his lips, and you quietly exhaled in relief. 

Sam shook his head fondly. “Oh my god, Daniel,” he trailed off in a giggle, settling back. His face was equally pink, to your surprise. “How do I feel about it? I’m here, aren’t I?” 

Danny snickered, holding his hands out defensively. “That doesn’t necessarily mean, y’know, you and me, per se,” he defended weakly. 

Sam cocked an amused brow, “Okay, well, in the spirit of, ‘getting it out in the open,’” Sam’s hand sought out Danny’s knee, “I want…” he grinned, shy now that it was his turn to do the talking. “I want you, too. I want just as much of you as I want of your lovely girlfriend.” 

You bit your lip, excitement brewing in your stomach rapidly as you watched them. Danny met Sam’s gaze, and he nodded his understanding. 

For a moment, they seemed at a standoff, neither brave enough to move first. 

You couldn’t stand it anymore, your entire body feeling like a live wire, ready to catch fire. “Hey Sam?”

He tore his eyes away from Danny’s to give you his attention. A flash of pink caught your eye as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, hypnotizing you with the sheen catching the light of his lips. Weakly, you suggested, “You wanna see our bedroom?”

Sam’s eyes darted between your own, and he smirked, growing excited as he nodded. “Yeah, I do. Lead the way, doll.”

You stood, moving between your boys, taking both their hands with a grin. After they both clambered to their feet, Danny tugged you by the arm into him, capturing your lips in a surprise kiss, earning a pleased little squeak. Pulling away from his smug lips, you giggled, tugging him and Sam with you as you started to the hallway. “Save it for the bedroom, baby,” you teased.

Behind your back, Danny caught Sam’s eyes trailing down your body, watching your ass as you walked him towards the bedroom. Danny cleared his throat, Sam darting his eyes to his, and met the brunette with a teasing smirk. 

Sam muttered to Danny under his breath, “What? I’m gonna see more than that, soon,” he sassed. 

Danny bit his lip to hold back a laugh. “Exactly, you can’t even wait til we get to the bedroom to start ogling her?” he fired back. 

You rolled your eyes at their terrible attempt at discretion. Through the door you led them, letting go of their hands to turn around and sit on the edge of the bed. “Quit talking about me like I’m not here, you dorks.” 

Sam laughed, taking in the room as Danny came up in front of you. 

“Can I kiss you now?” He asked playfully, leaning down. You hummed and pretended to think about it, to which Danny laughed and grabbed your face, pulling you into his kiss. You smiled against his lips.

Sam stood awkwardly behind you two, leaning back against your dresser, watching quietly. Pulling away from Danny, ignoring his soft whine of protest (although your lower half most certainly did not ignore it, as heat rushed south at the sound) and beckoned Sam over with an inviting nod. 

He grinned and pushed off the dresser, coming over beside Danny with a questioning arch of his brow. You glanced at Danny, a silent confirmation passing between you both, and he gave you a loving nod. Shooting him a little grin, you then met Sam’s eyes, and leaning forward, you took a handful of his soft button-down, pulling him closer. 

Sam inhaled sharply, a breathless little “Oh-“ rushing past his lips as he leaned down. Your impatience and desire was finally beginning to outweigh the nerves, and you rode that wave of confidence as you slipped your hand behind the boy’s neck, pulling him in with a grin and pressing your lips to his.

He simply held the kiss for a second, letting you both climatize to this new development. Then he pulled back ever so slightly, muttering a much deeper, "Oh," swiftly returning with his lips parted, sealing you into a much more intimate, heated kiss. Danny sighed heavily beside you, eyes glued to the show in front of him. 

True to his nature, you felt Sam smirk, and sure enough, he pulled away a fraction, fluttering his eyes open and meeting Danny’s burning gaze. 

“Hi,” Sam positively flirted, keeping those brown eyes trained on Danny as he gave your lips another, slightly sideways, kiss. You leaned away slightly and chuckled breathlessly, heart racing now that you were finally getting somewhere. Grinning up at Sam, he winked at you. “That’s nice,” he murmured.

You nodded, releasing his shirt from your fist and running your hand up over his shoulders. You marveled at how graceful, how pretty his body felt as your hands explored his chest and neck. “Feel free to do it all you want, handsome.”

Sam’s eyelids fluttered, smiling down at you and nodding once. Then Danny stood up from beside you, drawing your attention. Sam straightened instinctively, but Danny pointed to where he’d just been sitting, pushing Sam gently to take his place. 

“Oh, alright,” Sam teased, batting his lashes brattily up at Danny as the man stood before him. “Push me around, why don’tcha.” 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Danny retorted, smirking down his nose at him. 

Jokes aside, you could feel the tension, thick between both boys. You scooched over, leaving some room between Sam and yourself. Danny shot you a quick thankful look, crinkling his eyes, before sitting between you. You twisted around, folding your legs up under you as you leaned back onto the pillows. 

Danny’s hand settled on Sam’s thigh, the tendons flexing visibly as he squeezed exploratively.  For a moment they just drank in the hesitant, wanting face of the other.

Ever the less reserved of the two, Sam grew restless first and reached his hand forward, cradling Danny’s jaw timidly. Fueled by the reassurance of Sam’s reciprocated desire, Danny leaned in, both boys tilting their heads as they drew their faces together slowly. They paused for a second, Sam letting out a cute nervous giggle, and Danny closed the distance with a smile. You watched, chest awash with warmth as their lips met in their first kiss. Danny sighed with relief against Sam’s mouth, Sam chasing his lips selfishly before he could pull away, and Danny let out a tiny groan at the unexpected enthusiasm. 

The reservation between them began melting away, their lips loosening and slipping openly together as any barriers that still stood between them were broken down. As they pulled away for a brief second, Sam fluttered his eyes open, drinking in Danny’s face before reconnecting their lips and brushing his tongue hesitantly against your boyfriend’s bottom lip. Danny’s eyebrows pulled together, his hands reaching up to grab Sam’s face as he slipped his tongue out in response. 

A high-pitched, whimper of a noise tumbled out of Sam’s pouty lips, causing you, lost in the steamy show playing out in front of you, to moan under your breath, pressing your thighs together. 

Danny grinned devilishly against Sam’s lips at the sound, turning and crawling onto the bed. Sam turned as well, and mirrored Danny’s kneeling position, giving you a front row vantage point. Danny wasted no time, leaning back in the moment Sam had settled in front of him. Slotting their lips together once more, Sam pawed at Danny’s toned thigh. You sighed, devouring them both with your eyes.

Danny’s eyes opened, and locking with yours, he gave Sam another hungry kiss while holding eye contact from the corner of his eye. Your jaw fell open, and as Sam slowly pulled away, his eyes darted between the two of you as a smirk grew on his face. 

Subtly wiping his chin of spit, Sam’s voice had taken on a breathy, seductive quality. “I think your girl feels left out, Daniel,” he observed. “You wanna take care of that, or can I?” 

Sam turned to you, cocking an eyebrow questioningly, even though his question was directed at Danny. You smiled wide and nodded, and Danny purred, “I think its only fair you do it, pretty boy.” 

Sam’s head whipped back towards Danny at the pet name, a shudder rippling through his thin frame. “Okay,” he agreed raspily, eyeing Danny almost submissively. 

You tugged Sam towards you, locking eyes with him as you remarked to Danny, “I… I think he liked that, babe.” 

Sam blushed, sputtering a bit before you giggled and pulled him to you by his shirt collar, kissing his already swollen lips. He whimpered softly into the kiss, to your delight, and you mentally reveled in the distinctive differences in Sam’s kiss versus Danny’s. While Danny was steady, firm and guiding, Sam was eager, definitely submissive, and notably more desperate.

A thought popped into your head and you pulled away, giggling softly. Sam smiled dopily, likely dazed from kissing you both in quick succession, and he teased, “What could you possibly be laughing at?” 

You cocked your head, “Who’s the better kisser, me or Danny?” 

Danny, from his vantage point at the foot of the bed, smirked playfully, a noticeable dark gleam in his eye despite his laidback expression. “Yeah, Sammy,” he cooed.  

Sam, smiling bashfully, rested his hand over your collarbone, long fingers sweeping under the undone neck of your top. 

“You’re both good,” he snickered, “it’s different, I guess, kissing a girl versus a guy, though, I couldn’t say what’s better.”

Danny let out a dismissive “Psshttt,” swatting the air, and you huffed, “Lame.”

Sam laughed, moving to pull away. “If you’re gonna make me pick favourites all night, I’m not gonna fuck either of you, so cut it out.”

Grinning wide, you pulled Sam back into you by his shirt, summoning your bravery and manhandling the lanky boy around your body and sending him onto his back, flopping beside you against the pillows. He laughed softly as he looked up at you expectantly. Glancing at a pleased-looking Danny, you winked at your boyfriend before swinging your leg over Sam’s lap and straddling him. 

Sam’s breath hitched, looking up at you and settling his hands on your hips. “Oh- Hello there,” he chuckled, stunned, as apparently you taking the reins so suddenly short-circuited his brain. The shift in power sent a thrill down your body, and chasing the control, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed yourself into him, enough to feel his heart pounding against your chest.  

“Hi,” you whispered, at eye level with him now, winking at him. You then peered over your shoulder and reached out for Danny, who took the wordless guidance and moved across to lean back beside Sam in your previous place. 

“You comfy, pretty girl?” Danny teased, nodding at your seat of choice on Sam’s thighs as he settled into the spot. You giggled, nodding, and running your hand down the boy’s chest. Sam inhaled deeply, looking expectantly between you both, and in a move that stole your breath, Danny took your chin and turned your face towards Sam’s, guiding you to kiss him. 

You moaned into Sam’s mouth as your lips met. The directed kiss had you practically blacking out with lust, and acting on pure impulse and animal instinct, you firmly rolled your hips into his. The fingertips on your hips squeezed, with a muffled grunt of surprise and lust sounding from deep in Sam chest. 

Danny exhaled quietly, “You should see yourselves,” you heard him lick his lips, “Both of you, so hot.” 

You broke the kiss reluctantly, melting into a goofy smile that you shared with Sam. You then copied Danny’s move, turning Sam by his jaw towards your boyfriend and grabbing Danny by the back of the neck, pushing them together. 

Both boys chuckled shyly, but easily allowed your coordination, capturing each other’s lips much more freely the second time. 

“Agreed,” you muttered breathlessly, drooling over your boyfriend making out with your longtime friend inches from your face. Sam’s sharp jawline flexed as he kissed and licked into Danny’s mouth, leaving his ear exposed. Leaning forward, you took his lobe between your teeth, nipping then sucking at the velvety soft skin. Sam gasped raggedly, his hips bucking into your pelvis of their own accord. You whimpered as you felt the semi he was now sporting. You breathed into his ear, hoping to spur him on, “Isn’t Danny just the best kisser?” 

Danny smirked into the kiss, awaiting Sam’s reply, which came in the form of a helpless, needy little “mhmm,” lost in Danny’s commanding kisses. 

Frustrated with the barrier his shirt caused between your exploring hands and Sam’s skin, you leaned back and began unbuttoning. Curious what he’d do, you innocently continued, “Yeah, he’s so fucking good with his mouth.”

Sam pushed Danny back impatiently. 

“Fuck-“ he breathed, sounding winded. Facing you, he stole your breath with a dark devouring look as you undid the last button. “You’re just loving this, you little devil.” He fought the offending article off his shoulders, causing him to lean into you. You giggled, helping him pull it away and tossing it away. 

“I’d like it better if you weren’t so fucking clothed,” you replied, “but we’re getting there.” 

Danny licked his lips, following suit and shucking his shirt over his head, curls messily settling around his face as he sat back. Both you and Sam drank in the drummer’s bare torso, undoubtedly with matching expression of need. Danny casually lifted his arms in a stretch above his head, innocently putting himself on display as he flexed his biceps. 

You felt a finger pulling your lip out from where you’d tucked it under your teeth, looking over to find Sam now eyeing you. 

“Seems like you’re the most clothed one here, doll,” he smirked, thumb tracing your bottom lip. Danny watched, intrigued, settling back, arms above his head against the pillows. “Yeah, honey, fair’s fair,” he agreed, biting his lip through a pleased smirk.

You fixed Sam with a challenging smirk. “Take it off me, then, Sammy, if you’re so desperate.”

Sam cocked an eyebrow at you, and you anticipated the bratty response before it even left his lips. “We’ll see who’s desperate soon, don’t you worry,” he sassed, fingers already lifting the hem of your top, not even bothering to unbutton it. You wiggled out of it with his help, unveiling the sheer pastel bra Danny had helped you pick out, but had yet to see you wear it. 

As you lowered your arms, sweeping your hair over your neck, you shyly watched both boys drink you in, Danny muttering a low, “Oh shit.”

Sam’s lips parted in a speechless exhale, his hands resting on the small of your waist at either side. You wordlessly glanced at his hands then back at him, permission granted in the form a quick, encouraging nod. Sam bit his lip, hard, swallowing and sliding his hands up your sides slowly. You shivered under his gentle touch, pushing your chest forward as his hands smoothed around your ribcage to your sternum, then finally outwards to cup your breasts through the paper-thin lace. 

Danny let out a quiet groan under his breath, and Sam’s brows furrowed, his hands beginning to massage your breasts gently. 

“So hot,” Sam breathed. You sighed, letting your head lean to the side. 

Bringing himself up to his knees, Danny shuffled his way around to kneel behind you. Sam’s hands went to leave your chest, but Danny’s hands shot out, grabbing his delicate wrists and firmly placing his hands back over your tits. 

Your lips parted, letting out a needy whimper and leaning back against your boyfriend’s familiar warm chest. It rumbled with his smug voice, “You like his hands on you, baby?” 

Sam’s lips curled in a shit-eating grin as he fondled you, swiping his thumbs over your hardening nipples. You inhaled sharply, nodding once and craning your neck to try and meet Danny’s lips. He satiated you with a short kiss, then turned you to face Sam with a firm hand on your jaw. With a gentle but commanding tone, he told you, “Eyes on him, baby, he’s the one feeling up your pretty tits.”

Sam peered up at you, a devilish grin accompanying his wink. It faltered, though, as Danny’s hands retreated to your back, unclasping your bra nimbly. He pressed a reassuring kiss to your neck as he pushed the straps over your shoulders and, as Sam let go of your boobs, allowed it to fall away, revealing your bare chest. 

Sam’s breathing faltered, and he swallowed harshly, his hands finding your breasts against swiftly, long fingers kneading your skin. Danny brushed his lips up the column of your neck, kissing a trail to your favorite spot behind your ear as your hands reached back to hold onto his hips. His teeth nipped the skin there at the exact moment Sam chose to gently pinch both of your nipples. The combined sensation caused your knees to buckle, a short cry flying out of your parted lips. 

“Sammy, fuck-“ you arched your back, pushing into his hold on your breasts, and Danny let out a strained groan under his breath, right behind your ear. 

Impatiently, Sam brought himself upright, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your chest as he leaned forward, sealing his lips around your left nipple. The moan you let out was embarrassingly needy, but he seemed to enjoy the noise, as he hummed a moan of his own into your breast as his eyes fluttered shut. Danny hooked his chin over your shoulder, watching Sam with a controlled inhale. He ground his stiff crotch into the swell of your ass as you laced your shaky hand into Sam’s silky hair. 

“She’s got perfect tits, doesn’t she, Sam?” he praised breathily behind your ear. 

Sam released your nipple, squishing your breasts together and groaning softly with a nod. “Literally perfect. So fucking pretty, babe.” He lifted his gaze to yours, smiling boyishly. You smiled back, heart fluttering at his praise. 

Danny nipped at your ear, his hands roaming your sides. “You wanna show us a little more, honey?”

Sam raised his brows at you hopefully, and you blushed, smiling bashfully. Scratching lightly at his scalp, you nodded. “Yeah, I guess you deserve it.” You felt Danny grin against your neck.

Sam’s smile doubled, and as he watched Danny’s hands wrap around your waist from behind, he reclined back into the pillows to enjoy the show. 

Danny’s agile fingers popped open the button, then tugged the zipper down. You leaned forward, helping him work the shorts over your hips and down your thighs. Together, you shimmied them off your legs, leaving you in the lacey panties that matched the already-discarded bra. 

When you glanced at Sam, his pupils had dilated, drowning out the comforting honey-brown irises you associated with the safety of Sam. His eyes on you now felt exciting, thrilling, and a little dangerous. 

You could practically feel the heat on your skin as his eyes traced along the lacey waistband. Danny honed in on the lust in his friend’s eyes, currently burning holes through the fabric, and with a smirk, he helped you kneel in front of him once more, your back pressed to his bare chest. 

Summoning all your bravery, you kept your eyes on Sam as you softly murmured, “You wanna watch him touch me?”

Sam let out the breath he was apparently holding that whole time, making you smile. His eyes flashed up to your own, returning the grin, “I wanna help him touch you, but he can start us off, I guess.” He winked at Danny, and you heard the breathy chuckle by your ear. 

“Well somebody has to show you how it’s done first,” Danny teased, to which Sam scoffed dismissively, and your breath hitched as his broad hands snaked around your hips, his left gripping your waist as his right snuck its way under the hem of your panties. 

Sam’s eyes locked with yours, and as you felt Danny’s pointer and middle finger part your lips and drag your pooling wetness up over your clit, you let out a pathetic whimper. Sam’s jaw dropped, followed by his gaze, tracking Danny’s hidden movements between your thighs. 

Danny let out a strained groan through his clenching jaw, pressing a kiss to your neck as he began circling your clit gently. “Shit, she’s so wet already,” he goaded, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You let your head fall back onto your boyfriend’s strong, warm shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed with a soft moan. 

Sam drank in the show for a few moments, his breathing increasingly labored, until you began grinding your hips up into Danny’s feather-light touch, seeking more friction against your dripping wet folds. His patience then seemed to fly out the window.

“Danny, take ‘em off,” he roughly asked, "please." You lifted your head to look at him, finding his hand firmly palming the obvious bulge in his pants. “If you’re okay with that,” he continued, meeting your eyes, a growing flicker of desperation in his.

You nodded, biting down on your lip and waiting for Danny to follow through. After a still moment, you looked over your shoulder, and found his eyes locked on Sam’s hand, slowly rubbing up and down the length of his erection through his pants. 

You smirked wide, pecking his cheek. “Baby?” you prompted innocently. 

He blinked, tearing his eyes away and finding yours, confused for a second before he blushed, “Oh, yeah, right, panties.” 

You giggled, and Sam grinned bashfully, looking down. You leaned forward on your hands and knees, face leveling with his. He met your eyes as Danny began working your panties over your ass and down your thighs, and you smiled mischievously, placing your hand on his thigh and sliding it up to his groin slowly. You cocked an eyebrow questioningly. 

He watched in suspended awe, breathing out a soft, “Fuck, please,” paired with a consenting nod and a harsh swallow. Your smile widened, your fingertips meeting the solid outline of him. Danny began kneading and groping your ass behind you, and you caught Sam’s eyes flickering occasionally from your hand to your breasts. He let out a sigh of relief once you began massaging and palming his length, an absent-minded nod encouraging you. 

Apparently feeling left out, Danny pouted above you, “Come back,” tugging your hips back against his own. You giggled, straightening up again. You widened your knees, and Danny groaned breathily as his fingers returned to your now exposed, parted core. 

“Oh my fucking God,” Sam whined, drawing both your attention to his face, glued to Danny’s fingers spreading your lips and swirling around your clit. 

“She’s so fucking soft and wet, Sammy,” Danny told him, gently pinching your clit, earning him a gaspy whimper, “She feels like fucking heaven.” 

A lazy smile curled up your lips, “Daniel, it’s not nice to tease.” You craned your neck, meeting his hungry lips in a kiss that was far more intense than you had bargained for. Was he putting on a show just for Sam? Or had the entire situation really gotten him that  worked up?

You were interrupted by Sam’s pleading voice, “Please let me touch her, Danny, fuck, let me feel her?”

You moaned, breaking away from Danny’s lips, nodding at Sam quickly, Danny’s curls tickling your cheek with his own nod. “Touch me, Sam,” you breathed. 

Danny smirked, “He asked me for permission, pretty girl, maybe I’m not ready to give you up yet.” 

Sam looked ready to get on his hands and knees to beg for it, but you saved him the effort. “Who says you have to give me up? You can both have me, I want you both.”

You broke away from Danny’s hold, crawling beside Sam and laying on your back. Danny followed, settling on his elbows between your thighs, and you reached for Sam’s shoulder, guiding him to lean over you on his side. His face hovered over yours, his expression vulnerable, excited, but a little unsure. His hand reached up, tucking your hair behind your ear and cupping your face, breaking you out in a wide smile.

“So sweet,” you whispered. 

He gave you a crooked grin, his boyish face melting your heart. “I can be,” he returned, matching your hushed tone. 

The moment was interrupted by the slow, wet drag of Danny’s tongue up your slit.

Your free hand shot down to push his forehead away gently, despite your whimper of surprise. Breathlessly giggling, you looked down between your legs, shaking your head at his cheeky smile. 

“Do you mind?” You teased, making Sam laugh beside you, a brief intermission from the deliciously tense atmosphere. Facing Sam again, you beckoned him down into a gentle kiss, smiling at the vibration of him humming in satisfaction. You pecked his lips, grinning, and biting your lip, you took his hand, guiding it down your body. Sam quickly took control, staring into your eyes, and letting his hand slip between your thighs, dampened with Daniel's saliva. 

Danny’s mouth occupied itself, nipping and sucking at your thigh, a front-row view when Sam’s fingers parted your lips, slipping the long digits through your folds. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan, Sam letting out a shuddery breath, eyes burning into yours as his fingers began circling your clit ever so gently. 

“Oh fuck…” Sam sighed, watching your expression twitch with pleasure. 

Wrapping your hand around his wrist to keep him in place, you sighed, arching into his touch. He licked his lips, your faint little moans egging him on. 

“More?” he whispered, raising an eyebrow. You bit your lip hard, nodding quickly. He nodded back, “Course, babe, anything.” You smiled lazily, letting your eyes flutter closed. 

Sam’s fingers traveled south, locating your entrance blindly, and with a single callused finger, he pushed inside. Moaning simultaneously, he slid it in and out, your hips fucking back against his hand instinctively. 

“Fuck,” you whined, every sensation so intense from the long buildup. You felt, more than heard, Danny’s groan against your thigh, and you lifted your head up weakly, grinning down at him as Sam’s finger drug delicately against your walls. He winked up at you, with a hungry smirk. 

Sam paused his movements, catching your eye again. “Do you, um- Can I go down on you?”

You clenched around his finger, brows furrowing. “Mmm, please, if you want-“ Sam cut you off, nodding quickly, “I want. I want it,” he blurted, already shifting his way down the bed. 

Danny climbed off his stomach, gesturing to his place in sarcastic invitation. “Best seat in the house,” he quipped, petting your thigh in goodbye. 

Sam chuckled, “Yeah, for us.” Danny looked down at him, confused, and Sam smirked. “We can let her decide her favorite seat after.”

You laughed, flushing at the implication and flopping your head back at his joke as he settled between your thighs. It dissolved into a choked moan as Sam swiftly licked from your entrance to your clit, bringing his hands up to paw at your thighs. 

Danny settled above you, watching you enjoy yourself smugly. “Feel good princess?”

You nodded weakly up at him, Sam beginning to suckle at your clit, flicking his tongue teasingly. Your hand tangled in his soft hair, whimpering, and Danny chuckled darkly. “Is he being a good boy for you?”

Sam groaned loudly into your wet slit, slurping audibly as he nodded into you. You twitched, bucking against his mouth with a gasp. 

Danny looked down, observing Sam jealously for a moment, licking his lips enviously. “Yeah, you better eat that pussy right. Prove you deserve to put your cock in it,” he uttered. 

You looked up at your boyfriend in shock, a rush of heat forcing your hips to grind into Sam’s face involuntarily, chasing your pleasure. Sam, losing himself between your thighs, flexed his back, grinding against the mattress with a drawn out groan. “Please,” he mumbled against your clit, the vibration making it twitch. 

Danny grinned ferally, turning to you. “Hear that, baby?” he cupped your jaw. “You taste so good, he’s begging for it.”

Sam lifted his face for a second, replacing his tongue with his thumb. “So fucking good,” he slurred, diving back between your folds and shaking his face side to side, burying himself in your core. 

Your stomach tightened, crying out as you tugged at Sam’s hair, and he shifted his weight, wedging his elbow between himself and the bed to bring his fingers to your entrance. His middle and ring finger curled into your heat, stroking and massaging your walls as he sucked needily on your clit. 

You grabbed Danny’s arm, squeezing and digging your nails into it as you tightened your fist in Sammy’s hair. “Sam- Oh fuck, fuck I’m cumming, please-“ 

He groaned encouragingly into your lips, steadily continuing with his enthusiastic fervor. 

Danny growled, gripping your jaw. “Good girl, you cum all over his pretty face, baby,” he rasped, eyes darkly flitting between yours. 

Your eyes rolled back, spasming and twitching through the waves of your orgasm, riding out the intense contractions around Sam’s soaked fingers. Through your ringing ears, you heard Sam whining as he lapped up your wetness, retracting his fingers and sucking them clean. 

Danny pet your hair soothingly as you came down, panting and slowly unclenching each tensed up muscle in your body. “So pretty, sweetheart, you came so hard,” he praised, kissing sweetly along your cheek, stopping at the tip of your nose. 

You smiled faintly, looking down as Sam lifted up on his hands, crawling over you. “I made her cum, let me kiss her,” he grinned, and Danny rolled his eyes with a smile, letting Sam take his place. You cupped his face as he met your lips in a gentle, grateful kiss. 

You whispered as he pulled away, “That was fuckin’ amazing, Sammy.” 

He giggled, shrugging one shoulder coyly, “Glad you enjoyed yourself as much as I did.” 

He laid along your body, leaving you sandwiched between both men. You shifted, beginning to stand up, shrugging off both boys’ grabby hands with a giggle. “I gotta stand up, move around for a second, I’m not going anywhere!”

Looking down after you found your footing, you pouted at their pants. “Besides, why am I the only naked one in this room?”

Danny shot Sam a dirty grin beside him, biting his lip. “You first,” he joked. 

Sam crinkled his nose as he laughed, “Fuck no, same time.” 

Danny rolled his eyes, “Kay, fine, go.”

You perched at the edge of the bed, watching eagerly as they both shoved their pants down, kicking them off the bed and settling back, left in just their boxers. 

Danny looked up at you, “You just gonna watch for a minute, baby?” 

You shared a grin with him, nodding happily. “Hell yeah, just gonna take a second and I’ll join the fun again,” you winked, settling yourself comfortably at the foot of the bed.

"Mmm, alright, you little voyeur," Danny joked affectionately.

"Exhibitionist," you retorted, giggling.

He bit his lip, returning his attention to the boy beside him. "She may be right," he confessed coyly, eyeing Sam's lithe form beside him shamelessly.

Sam tore his eyes away from where they'd been glued to Danny’s prominent bulge, blushing awkwardly. Danny hesitantly took his sharp jaw in his hand, tilting it up. Sam’s eyes darted between Danny’s, his pouty lips parted attractively.

Swiping his thumb against his pout, Danny murmured quietly, “You sure you want this?” Searching the bassist’s eyes for any trace of regret.

Sam’s lip quirked into a challenging smirk, eyes dipping to Danny’s lips. “Don’t back out on me, now, big boy."

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