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ferrstappen · 3 months

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everybody wants a taste vol. 2 l Lando Norris

a/n: i just had to write this to have a clear mind. it'snot the best, i'm sorry but i hope you like it anyway <3 i have a project in mind that I CANNOT WAIT to share so i needed to write this after months of promising, i'm sorry.

summary: everybody wants a taste part ii

Lando did everything he could to stop his mind from thinking about you and why you still weren’t in the hotel room.

You were wrong, you were oh-so-wrong from walking away like that in the middle of an argument, especially when he was trying to let you know how he was feeling, letting out the repressed emotions boiling in his chest for weeks, maybe he didn’t want to say out loud that they had been gnawing his insides for months now.

But when he noticed the expensive velvet dress lifeless on the floor, his heart beat faster and his hands started sweating as he reminisced about the FaceTime call while he was racing in Mexico and you were in Paris, trying to get the phone to stay upright to show him the different gowns for the multiple red carpets awaiting, planning on the color of his bowtie and shoes, whining when you insisted he had to shave, at least for the Oscars.

He was sad, yes, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t pissed off still. Lando was not going to back off, not this time. The problem was, neither were you while you walked towards the hotel room to collect your things.

It probably was the most silent plane ride either of you’d ever been on, with Lando putting on his headphones and playing a random video game as you pulled the covers and tried to get some sleep, dreading the moment you stepped inside your precious home in Montecarlo, with fans, mostly Lando’s, trying to get a peek inside the luxury car carrying you, and the painfully obvious discomfort and sadness that would go beyond the polarized windows and bright flashes.

Because that was it for the rest of the time.

Silence.

It’s not like you decided to sweep it under the rug and pretend it never happened, no, it was lingering in the air; whenever you woke up, when he texted “I love you” when you let him know you got a new role, when he spent some days in England and only texted once he was there, when he felt an enormous surge of pride when your name was announced as a nominee for the Golden Globes, but seconds later his name was announced as well.

And it all came back.

Rumors started flooding, and you weren’t stupid, making an extreme effort to fly to Abu Dhabi to support him during the last race of the season, even if it meant not sleeping for almost 48 hours and flying from one continent to the other in the middle of a press tour.

Maybe that was the beginning of starting to feel like yourself again, when he spotted you and gave you his thousand dollar smile, with his eyes shining so bright in the night, his arms embracing your body as your lips found his forehead before his traveled to their home on your lips.

It was blissful, going Christmas shopping together hand in hand, carrying a list to not forget something, walking hand in hand in the cold weather, and smiling at anyone who recognized you, even if the security guard walking a few steps ahead of you warned you weren’t stopping for photos that day.

The problem was the loud places outside and cute gifts, mixing families and kisses over the helmet, were just a moment during the loud silence, the plastic smiles, falling asleep alone on your bed while you listened to his high-pitched laugh through the walls.

And in the blink of an eye, Hollywood called back and you were gone again.

It was hard to hide the fact your boyfriend wasn’t with you during his free time as he usually would, he was more than acquainted with movie critics and journalists, just as you were in the different tracks, whenever possible people knew Lando would be by your side and you’d be right there next to him.

Maybe the saddest part, you thought, was the text you received saying he wouldn’t be able to attend the Golden Globes, the night you were expected to win and keep hyping up the way to the golden statue.

“can’t go darling, they need me in HQ and then some quadrant stuff”

You ignored the pain when the stylist asked the color of your dress and if Lando was gonna wear a matching bow tie, when fans asked where he was and you had to answer he was busy even if there were videos of him on TikTok driving around Monaco and spending nights at Jimmiz.

Lando swears he didn’t start acting like that to hurt you, things just happened that way. The likes under some random beautiful girl on Instagram were just a thing of the moment, she was the girlfriend of a friend and could use the boost, or she was super nice during a night out, or she was at the apartment of some random person you’d never heard about before.

Testing started and you weren’t there, but it was easier for Lando to explain your absence: “She’s getting ready for the big night, the Oscars are around the corner and none of us need the distractions right now”

User1: yikes, not Lando saying his girlfriend is a distraction ON A LIVE INTERVIEW

User2: I give them 3 months, tops.

User3: nah I think they broke up already, they’ve been miserable since her movie premiered

User4: you mean y/n’s been miserable bc I know my boy Lando has been hitting the clubs and the likes

User5: he deserves it after his gf fucked tom holland though

User6: it’s called acting.

User5: it sure as hell didn’t look like it

User7: what was the name of that portuguese girl again????

You swore you wouldn’t see comments, but it was an impossible task, even if the result was you crying in a hotel room, alone, helpless as all you received were heart emojis, blue tickets, and voicemail.

The Oscars came and he promised he’d be there.

It was tense, but you tried your best to ignore it and say it was nerves, you’d never been nominated before and it felt like you were going to be sick.

Then, a streak of light appeared the night before when he held you tight, kissed your forehead, and said you were the best, that you were going to win and if you didn’t it wasn’t important because this was the first of many.

And then, your mind cleared of all the comments, the seen messages, and the little white lies.

You both walked the red carpet, with big smiles, and sparkly eyes as the crowd swooned while watching Lando help you with the dress, fixing your hair, carrying your purse. It was all a blur until they called your name.

Lando was the first one up, ignoring etiquette and bending and kissing you while you were processing what had just happened. The thing is, even in that hazy moment you noticed the grip of his hand on your waist tightened when Tom congratulated you before you started the short walk to the stage.

You thanked the crew, the producers, fellow actors, and Lando for his unconditional support. Even if you and he knew it was a blatant lie because of the months of uncertainty if he was with someone else, the miserable feeling of doubting yourself because maybe, just maybe, you weren’t enough for him; beautiful, rich, talented, exceptional Lando Norris.

Lando maybe suspected it but didn’t say anything as the flight from Los Angeles to Monaco repeated itself, but one thing was different. Yes, it was quiet, but not tense, he saw you concentrated on reading a book, not giving him much attention.

The car ride was the same, with flashes and people trying to reach both of you, but Lando more as he stayed behind.

You were inside the car and observed him, the beautiful women asking to have five seconds with him and he did everything with a smile. Maybe you could throw a tantrum because he was always surrounded by beautiful and smart girls who wanted a little bit of his attention, a part of his job? The answer was bitter.

The apartment was tranquil, the view of the marina breathtaking, but you knew this was the last of you there, this wasn’t home anymore.

And Lando knew it right when he saw you standing in the middle of the living room, not letting go of the luggage you were carrying, and your eyes were watery as your lips reddened.

“Please don’t,” he whispered, you were barely able to hear him.

Tears were streaming down your face as you shook your head, “You know it has to be this way. It’s not fair for us…” You took a deep breath. “No, you know? It’s unfair to me because you’re living your life, which is fine, but you left me behind because of what? Jealousy? No, Lando, just…”

Lando was silent: “I know, I know it was wrong I’m so sorry,” he mumbled.

“I know you are, but I think… I’m done for now, I deserve better and you do as well, you have to be with someone who makes you feel secure and that’s not me… I’m sorry.”

So you left Monaco, left Lando, hung the VIP McLaren lanyards, and said goodbye to the track.

You didn’t feel better, Lando didn’t feel better, but it was for the best.

Or something like that.

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wonryllis · 9 months

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ENHYPEN MEETING THEIR LONG DISTANCE S/O FOR THE FIRST TIME.

────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅.

( NOTES. ) enhypen as eager ducklings. fluff. fem!centered. revamp. lowercase intended. 1036wc. from my old acct. 𓈃 ๋ 𝐍𝐄𝐖 峠

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ LEE HEE-SEUNG. 이희승 spends the entire time after you tell him you’re coming in writing a perfect song for you. barely gets a blink of sleep the night before, keeps tossing and turning every second quite literally. re-reads your text conversations, and looks at the photos and videos of you that you shared. at the airport he has a board with your name in case you don’t recognize him with his mask on, his doe eyes are all wide to spot you from far away. honestly has probably learned half of the whole of your language to impress you. when you reach and he sees you, boy doesn’t even wait already rushing to hug you. cries as he rocks your body side to side and on the way back home keeps looking at you.

"you mean so much to me, i don't think i can stay away from you anymore,"

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ PARK JONG-SEONG. 박종성 gets and gives himself countless peptalks on how to not have an embarrassing episode. chooses his outfit, perfume, shoes, accessories everything he will have on very very carefully. is nervous to the point of pissing his pants, but forcefully keeps on a calm composure. he just wants to look perfect for you. definitely buys a sweet gift, and has it covered in a pretty wrapper with a handwritten letter inside. looks like a model waiting for you, hands in his pocket as he stands all tall with a cold expression. but the image is gone the moment you arrive, as he melts and gives you a big long kiss. holds onto your hand- has your fingers intertwined the whole ride back home.

"having you by my side is like the greatest gift ever, i hope i always have it,"

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ SIM JAE-YUN. 심재윤 is nervous since day one after he got to know you’re coming to meet him. calls you every night to talk about what you’re gonna do when you’re here. flirts a lot saying now that you’ll be together in real life for some time, he’s going to take full advantage of it. updates you on his every action on the day of your arrival even though he knows you can’t check your phone. takes out time to learn his favorite endearment terms in your language so that he can make you feel special. also please he’s not waiting, as soon as you’re in his line of sight, he’s sprinting to you, picking you up and twirling you in a hug like in the movies. attached at the hip to you the whole entire time. gives tons & all types of kisses until the day of your return.

"you're so much prettier in person, so beautiful and all mine,"

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ PARK SUNG-HOON. 박성훈 wakes up early to stand in the line and buy your favourite food from your favorite place. has all the members gathered to help him decide what he should wear, nitpicks on every detail. practices everyday what all he wants to say to you face to face, probably changes the wordings a lot. yet forgets everything when he lays his eyes on you as you come running to him. stumbles back a little before holding you tight against him. whispers how he missed you, almost cries, eyes brimming with tears and shuttering when trying to speak. stealing glances, and looking away smiling all shy now that you’re going to be next to him for a while. cannot for the love of god make eye contact, he malfunctions.

"you have no idea how much i love this right now and how much i love you,"

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ KIM SUN-WOO. 김선우 excited from the very beginning, prepares something handmade to give you. almost everyone he knows closely, knows that you’re coming, he just can’t stop talking about it. everyone at the airport can already guess that he’s waiting for someone special. practically screams your name before you run to each other and he’s squishing you a bone tight hug. showers your entire face with kisses, while squealing and asking if this real and you’re actually here. for sure you both cry saying how much you wanted to meet and now, finally. he absolutely cannot stop giggling and smiling with his eyes the entire time of your stay. does not bother acknowledging anyone that's not you.

"your smile is so cute, i feel so lucky to be the one you smile at,"

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ YANG JUNG-WON. 양정원 spends the entire morning at the flowershop picking out the perfect bouquet to show his love for you. also buys these little couple bracelet set he came across on the way to the airport. probably has a serious talk with heeseung or jake the night before. you bet jungwon's secretly learnt your language, has a big speech prepared in it. waits at the airport terminal looking like a soft bunny, breathing calm but exploding inside. noticing your figure, excitedly walks to the other side of the barrier, calling out your name with a smile. gives you the flowers then holds both of your hands as he speaks, small tears dropping. kisses your eyes when you start crying too.

"you're beyond precious to me, it feels like i'm addicted to you,"

𝒢𝓁𝒸 ─ NISHIMURA RI-KI. 西村力 so nervous he thinks he'll pass out any moment. asks for all kind of advice from everyone he knows and notes it down on his notes app. acts out a fake scenario in his head of how he's going to jump you, hug the hell out of you, pepper you with kisses and absolutely make it so cute without crying. but the moment he sees you, poor baby starts sobbing like anything. it's so overwhelming, walks up to you in quick steps and pulls you into a tight hug. nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, apologizing for 'ruining' this but he just so happy that you're here. after he's calm down it's just a shy boy. takes you both a while to get rid of the shyness but it's all really cute honestly.

"no one has ever made me feel the way you do, you're really my special person,"

TAGLIST ( open. ) @kangseulgithegreat . .

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familyvideostevie · 11 months

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october eighteenth

day eighteen: james potter somehow, you end up in the flat of the guy across the street who walks around naked in front of the window all the time | 18+, mdni, a bit of accidental voyeurism?, some exhibitionism, smut, fem!reader | 4k detailed content warnings: fem!reader, hooking up w a stranger, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v sex, a little rough but not really

Having a bicycle is convenient and also annoying as fuck. It gets you where you need to go but you don’t really have room for it in in your flat, so you chain it up outside with the other bikes on the block. When the weather is going to be bad you lug it indoors and keep it in the hall so it won’t rust too badly.

And apparantly it’s going to storm tonight, which you remind yourself over and over throughout the day. But even still, you manage to forget about the bike until you hear the rumble of thunder after work. You run down your steps in hastily shoved-on sneakers and no coat, spilling onto the sidewalk and making a beeline for the rack, lock key in hand. The October sky is a dark, menacing color, the sun practically gone, and you hurry to twist open the lock and tug your bike free and —

It won’t budge.

“What the fuck?” you mutter. You tug a few more times but it doesn’t slide out. It looks like there’s a chord wrapped around the body of it and…the bike next to it is chained to it. The idiot who locked up their bike locked yours, too. “Are you fucking serious?” you say to the empty street.

You really should just go inside. But you don’t want to leave it out here and ruin the seat and now you’re pissed. So you wait. You hope whoever owns this stupid bike will come down the lane and you can yell at them and go inside, but the wind just blows and you shiver without your coat and maybe no one is coming.

Thunder booms again and you’re about to give up when the door to the building directly across from yours flies open and out walks —

Oh fuck. It’s your naked neighbor.

Here’s the thing. Your street really isn’t that wide and it’s all walk-up townhomes split into flats. And yours is on the second floor and has a gorgeous window that looks out onto the street and the entire time you’ve lived there, the guy in the second floor flat on the other side of the lane has never gotten curtains. He has an equally large window and he walks around naked all the time.

You’ve seen him many times and you bet the entire neighborhood has, too. He’s gorgeous, tall and lean with glasses constantly perched on his nose even when he’s not wearing anything else. The dark, messy hair on his head is…pretty much the same as what he’s got down below. You don’t mean to look, you really don’t, but the man fucking walks around his living room with no pants on most evenings when you’re watching TV. He’s practically in your direct line of sight.

And now he’s walking towards you. Fully clothed. Not in a hurry, either.

You’re a big girl. You can do this. He probably has no idea who you are. “Oi!” you yell. “Is this yours?”

He picks up the pace when he sees you pointing to the bike. “Yeah?”

“You locked it to mine!”

He looks a bit surprised. “Oh,” he says. “Did I really? Sorry, that’s incredibly dumb of me.” He does sound genuinely apologetic.

“Yeah, it is,” you say. You’re cold and it’s going to start raining any second. You try to maintain your composure as you finally see him up close. He’s got a nice voice, which is annoying, and lovely eyes. He’s so handsome up close you have to swallow a laugh when you realize you’ve already seen his cock. This is absurd.

“Uh, let me free you, then.” He undoes the lock and you tug your bike free just as the first raindrops fall.

You turn around and head back to the door to your building without another glance at naked neighbor. “Thanks, bye!” you call.

But then you get to the door of your building and reach in your pocket and…you don’t have your keys. Well, you have the one to your flat, but not to the front fucking door. You’ve got your phone and maybe you can call your downstairs neighbor? Wait, no, she works night shifts and she’s already left. Are you seriously stuck out here in the rain? The very thing you were avoiding with this whole venture?

“Fuck!” you yell. This whole thing is so fucking stupid.

“You okay?” You whip around to see naked neighbor unmoved from the bike rack. His shoulders show the drops of rain.

“I left my keys inside,” you say. “Automatic lock.” The reasoning betrays the fact that you live alone, no flatmate or boyfriend, or anything.

He winces in sympathy. The rain picks up. Fuck, it’s cold.

“Fuck, indeed,” he says. He looks back at his door and then at you. “Look, I promise I’m not a murderer or anything, I’ve lived here for three years and you can call one of my mates to verify, but do you want to come to mine? Just until the rain stops or you can get ahold of someone to let you in?”

You know he’s not a murderer because you would have have seen evidence of it by now. You’ve seen the mates he says you can call, two tall boys and sometimes some girls, as they come over to play video games or for drinks. You think he plays some kind of sport with them because he showers most nights when he gets home and then walks around naked.

God, now you’re sounding like a serial killer.

“Fuck it,” you mutter. “Sure!” He looks a bit surprised but jerks his head at his door and you both haul your bikes as fast as you can into his building.

The entryway is a narrow hall with a staircase up. “You can leave it down here,” he says, resting his bike against the wall. “Horace is on holiday so we can block the path.”

He leads you up the stairs. “I’m James, by the way,” he offers. Finally, a name to the…body. “Like I said, I’ve lived here for a few years.”

“Me too,” you say. You tell him your name. You try not to stare at his ass too much.

“Nice to meet you,” he says. “Sorry about the bike, honestly. And the rain.”

Your agitation is simmering but you’re cold and wet and your bike is wet anyway after all that and you wish you were in your own flat so you could have dinner and watch it rain but you’re here. And this stupid handsome man — James — looks just as good with clothes on as he does naked and you can’t stop thinking about how he walks around with his dick out all the time and you can never tell him you’ve seen.

“Who chains their bike to someone else’s?” you say once you reach the landing. Both of you are dripping a bit.

James laughs. God, even his laugh is nice. Some people really have it all, don’t they? “I wasn’t paying attention, I guess.”

Idiot.

He unlocks his door and you drip your way through it and see the big window immedietly. Not a curtain or blind in sight.

“Let me get you a towel, neighbor.”

He toes off his shoes so you do the same as he pads down the hall to some room. You look around. Posters, photos, not much decor. He for sure doesn’t have a girlfriend, based on this flat.

James returns with a large towel which you take and sling around yourself, wringing your hair out as best you can. You shiver. He puts the kettle on, a towel draped across his shoulders. “How do you take your tea?”

You tell him as you wander closer to the window. You can see your flat pretty much perfectly. Your couch, your TV, your kitchen. You left the light on. You wonder if you’ve ever walked around naked in your flat. No, but almost certainly in a towel. Does James recognize you? Has he ever looked?

You shiver again, but it has nothing to do with the rain. You wish you could get out of these wet clothes. Wait, what? No, you’re in a stranger’s apartment. Your clothes stay on.

“Blimey,” James mutters. You turn and find him watching you. “Nasty out there.” Oh, he’s watching the rain. Obviously. Why would he be looking at you?

“Yep.”

“You can stay as long as you need, but what’s your plan to get back in?”

You sigh. Standing in the middle of his living room feels awkward so you sit on one of his barstools, instead. “I don’t know,” you admit. “The girl downstairs works nights, so I can’t call her. I could call the building guy but he’s a bit…strange.”

James perks up. He’s got incredibly long lashes. “Is it that old dude? With long hair and scary teeth?” He makes a face and brings his hands to his mouth like pincers.

You laugh. “Yes, that’s him.”

“He does this building, too. Nasty bloke.”

“He is! One time he told me that my sink kept leaking because I used it too much and that I should wash my dishes less.”

James laughs again. He seems like a guy who laughs a lot. “Classic.” He slides you your tea and you wrap your hands around it for warmth.

“Which unit is yours?” he asks lightly.

“Um,” you say. “It’s just across from you. The one with the light on? That’s me.” He looks over your shoulder and his face does something funny before he looks back at you.

“Hm,” he says. “Nice place.” He rubs the back of his neck. You do not look at how his arm flexes. “Just by chance, what’s your wifi network?”

You sit up straighter and tell him. Weird question, but okay.

He winces. “Right, so it’s yours I’ve been using for a month since mine went out.”

“You what?”

James rubs his eyes. “I keep forgetting to call to have it fixed!”

The agitation you felt when you realized your bike was tied to his returns. “You’re the reason why I can’t bloody watch anything! The signal keeps getting interrupted!”

“You should put a password on it,” he mutters.

“And you should put up some fucking curtains instead of flashing the whole neighborhood!” It’s out before you realize what you’ve said. James’s eyes go wide and you snap your mouth shut. Fuck.

He blinks behind his glasses. “I guess I do walk around, uh, unclothed a lot.”

“Yes,” you hiss. You take a too-big sip of your tea and start coughing. Why does your entire body feel hot? You were shivering just a second ago.

James hurries around the counter to pat you on the back. His touch makes your skin tingle and — oh, fuck. Your nipples are hard. Why didn’t you put on a fucking bra before you ran outside? This shirt is thin as fuck and wet.

“Woah,” he says. “You okay?” You catch your breath and grit out a yes. He removes his hand and his eyes travel up and down your body very quickly, though they linger on your chest. You pull the towel tighter around yourself.

“Sorry,” he says.

“For me choking on your tea?”

“No.” He rubs the back of his neck again. It seems like a nervous tell. “For the, uh, flashing.” Your eyes go to his crotch. He’s in grey sweatpants and you can…see the outline of his cock perfectly.

Oh my god, you think. This is really happening to me.

“Um, it’s fine,” you say without thinking. “I don’t mind.”

“Oh?”

“Wait, fuck, no, I —”

James takes a step back into your space. “You…don’t mind? Does that mean you’ve seen something good?” His tone has changed from the flirty banter to something deeper, something a bit more intense.

Your shirt is damp and you’re locked out of your flat for god knows how long and James is hot. So, fuck it. You deserve a little fun.

“I might have,” you say, meeting his gaze and puffing out your chest a little, pulling the towel away. His pupils dilate. “I think I need a closer look to be sure.”

He licks his lips and then walks away from you and sits on the couch, flicking off the overhead lights as he goes. It’s now dark in the flat aside from an occasional flash of lightning. You’d forgotten it was raining entirely.

Even though he started it, he looks surprised when you follow and drop to your knees in front of him.

“Here?” he says. “I was going to snog you first and then take you to my bedroom. Which has curtains.”

You palm the outline of his cock through his sweatpants and he hisses.

“Here is fine,” you say. “We can snog later. I want that closer look, first.”

“Blimey.” He runs a hand through his hair, already looking a bit wrecked. “In front of the window?”

You nod and he lifts his hips and kicks off his sweatpants. He’s got no underwear underneath. “It’s dark in here.” In truth, it kind of turns you on to imagine someone watching you two right now. Your thighs clench as you study him. His cock is thicker than you’d thought, his dark hair a riot at the base. His balls hang heavy, his tip leaking a little, well on his way to being what you’re sure is painfully hard.

You spit in your hand and wrap your palm around him, stroking him root to tip. James groans and tilts his head back. You brush your thumb over the slit at the head and scoot forward on your knees so you’re closer. Thank god he’s got a nice rug.

“What’s the verdict?” he asks.

You look up at him. Lightning flashes and his gaze is steady even as his breath hitches. Without answering, you run your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, tracing his most prominent vein. “Results are promising.”

Then you really go for it. You start with the tip, knowing you won’t be able to take all of him, at least not for very long. You use your tongue to trace the mushroom shape of his head, jerking the rest of him as you work. You pop off with a wet sound and run your tongue up the length of him a few times.

James’s hand winds in your hair but doesn’t tug too hard, doesn’t force you. It’s like he’s anchoring himself. You make sure to pay attention to his balls, too, sucking on them, which makes him moan loudly over the rain.

“Fuck,” he says. “God, just like that.”

Your hand strokes what you can’t fit but you want to try to take all of him at least once. He sees what you’re doing. “Are you sure? Gonna take all of me in that mouth?” You’re sure as hell going to try.

You go as far as you can and feel him hit the back of your throat. You gag a few times, struggling to breathe, before pulling off.

“Can you do that again?” he asks. His thumb presses into the corner of your mouth. “Look so pretty like that.”

This is your favorite part of blowing someone. You might be the one on your knees, doing the work, but it’s James who is at your mercy. So you do it again. Spit runs down the sides of your mouth and you feel tears in your eyes, but the sound he releases makes you feel powerful.

His hips jerk, which takes you by surprise, and you move back with a pop. “Fuck, sorry, sorry,” he says. He wipes the corners of your eyes with his thumbs.

“It’s okay,” you say, voice rough. You could blow him for ages just for the look on his face. You expected him to be a bit more vocal, a bit more aggressive, but maybe he’s holding back.

“This is nice,” he says. He brushes hair from your face. “You sucking my cock, and all.” It’s a filthy thing to say but he sounds genuine as he says it. “And you look gorgeous doing it.” His words go straight between your legs. “But I really want to fuck you. Can I fuck you?”

You nod. “Yes,” you say. “Yes, yes, please.” James stands, his cock fully at attention and slick with your spit. He pulls you up, too, holding you close enough that you feel him hot and hard against your stomach. His hands frame your face and then he’s kissing you, not at all sweetly, but dirty and messy right away. It’s all teeth and tongue and spit as he licks into your mouth. You moan into it and he walks you backwards. You grip his elbows for balance but trust that he’ll get you where you need to go.

He doesn’t stop until the backs of your knees hit a bed and you fall backwards with an oof.

James is already tugging off his shirt and then he’s entirely naked. As beautiful, maybe even more so than you remember from seeing him through the window. The light on in the bedroom means you can see him even better, the definition of his muscles, the dark of his hair. You flop back on the bed and take a breath. From this angle you can see his window — and sure enough, he’s got curtains that cover it.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he growls. You sit up and pull off your shirt and he genuinely sighs when he sees your breasts. You lift your hips to get off your pants and underwear and he lunges into action to help you, tugging them off your ankles and tossing them somewhere on the floor. You shuffle back on the bed and he settles on top of you, bracing himself with one arm as he leans down to kiss you again.

This kiss is slower, deeper than before. He takes his time with you and you let him. Your skin on his feels incredible, warm and welcome but your arousal is throbbing between your legs. He hasn’t touched you yet.

“James,” you pant. “James.”

His lips trail down your neck, nibbling as he goes, one thumb circling your nipple.

“Hmm?”

“I need—”

“Ah,” he says, pulling up. His eyes are entirely dark now, glasses askew. “Poor girl,” he coos. “I’ve left you wanting, haven’t I?”

Now this is more how you expected him to behave. You nod a bit too eagerly.

He keeps his face over yours so he can watch your reaction but he drags one hand down your body, caressing everything as he goes until he reaches your inner thigh.

“If I knew you were watching me,” he rasps, fingers ghosting over your cunt. You squirm, bucking your hips. “I’d have put on a show.”

“I wasn’t — oh — watching,” you protest. He drags his fingers through your folds and presses his thumb to your clit.

“Sure,” he purrs. “You can from now on, if you like.” He drags his tongue up your neck. “Watch me and know I’m thinking of this.” He circles your clit and your legs fall open even more. “This sweet, wet cunt. God, love, you’re soaked.”

You are. James sounds pleased with himself.

“Don’t tease,” you grind out.

“Me? Tease?” Without warning he pushes two fingers into you, which stretches you deliciously but it’s not enough.

“James,” you whine.

“What, baby?” He sounds ragged even though you’re the one getting finger fucked.

“Less foreplay, more fucking.”

His eyebrows touch his sweaty hairline. “You sure?” he says. He pulls his fingers away and grabs your hip. “I don’t mean to sound like an asshole, but —”

“I can take it,” you assure him. You feel a bit touched that he wants to make sure you’re ready, that he can go from dirty talk to concern in a second.

He holds your gaze for a second. “Okay,” he says, finally. He moves off of you to open his nightstand drawer. You take some deep breaths. You’re so turned on you might combust. James finds a condom and puts it on as you watch. He settles back between your legs, spreading them a little more. And then he just looks.

“James, what are you doing?” Your entire body feels hot, feverish almost. You need him to fuck you, now.

He’s smirking. “Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “You’ve just got such a pretty cunt.”

He’s might not be a murderer but you think he might kill you just the same. He lines himself up, leaning over you again so close your chests brush.

“Is this okay?” he asks. The position is a but more intimate than you’d expected for a hook up. You thought he’d fuck you from behind over the kitchen counter, or something, but you’re a little too desperate to care at this point.

“Yes,” you hiss, canting your hips. And just like that, he’s back to smirking. He runs his cock through your folds a few times and then presses into you, eyes on your face to watch for any wince. But he needn’t worry — you were right about being able to take it. The stretch is delicious as he keeps going, every inch of him pressing into your walls until he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, baby.”

He lets you settle for a few moments. You press your knees into his hips. “Move, James,” you gasp. “Move.”

James slides out halfway before thrusting back in. His pace becomes steady but it’s not enough.

“Harder, James, I—”

The rain is background noise, the thunder barely registering over the smack of your flesh and your combined panting.

“Harder?” He snaps his hips and you groan. “If you say so.”

And then he pulls out. You whine, coming up to your elbows to see where he’s gone but he’s off the bed entirely, standing at the edge. He tugs you to the edge by your hips, grabbing one of your legs and hoisting it up into the air onto his shoulder. He presses your other knee towards your chest and then his cock is back inside you and he’s absolutely pounding into you.

The angle is delicious and all you can say is a series of broken yeses.

“Yes, yes, yes, James, oh my god, yes—”

“Better?” he pants.

You can barely reply. “Oh god,” you gasp.

“God, you feel so good—”

He’s hitting the right spot every time, the curve of his cock dragging as he thrusts, his balls smacking against you.

James looks gorgeous like this. He’s glowing, hair sweaty and chest glistening, his muscles rippling from effort, his glasses…on?

“I’m blind as fuck, love,” he says, grunting your name, “and I want to see you come on my cock.”

You didn’t realize you said it out loud. You fist the sheets with one hand and circle your clit messily with the other.

“James, I’m—”

“Me too,” he pants. “Me too. God, you’re so tight, you feel so good—”

“James, James, James—”

He’s everywhere. Inside you, hands on your legs, his name in your mouth. You reach for him and manage to circle his wrist with one hand. He picks up the pace somehow and you snap, back arching off the bed and cunt spasming around him. Your mouth is opened in a silent scream as the waves of pleasure run through you, your nails digging into his skin as you hold on for dear life.

James’s thrusts get sloppy and he pounds into you once, twice, three times, and then shudders, your name a broken moan from his throat. He releases your legs and bends at the waist, hands on either side of your head. His cock is still inside of you as he kisses you sweetly and sloppy.

You wrap your legs around his waist and catch your breath.

“Nice work, neighbor,” he says against your cheek.

Laughter bubbles out of you. “We should do this more often.” You clench around him because you can and he hisses.

“Give a guy a few minutes to recover, love,” he chuckles. “Then I’m all yours.”

Maybe it’s alright if you don’t get back into your flat until the morning.

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The freak in the penthouse part 4.1

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve.

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4.1 Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

After they got out of the plunge pool, Eddie ordered champagne. It arrived mega fast. Steve grabbed the ice-bucket and said, “Balcony?”

He was gone before Eddie could answer. Eddie sheathed himself in his bathrobe as a surrogate comfort blanket. He braced himself to follow Steve somewhere he’d not been for several weeks.

The not-so-great outdoors.

Still, it wasn’t like Eddie was moseying into a packed mall. He took a drag of the stellar-quality Gamja Dustin had sent over and shuffled out. Steve handed him champagne, and he took a nerve-steadying sip.

“Holy shit!” shouted Eddie. “Check out that sunset.”

“It’s wild. This place pisses all over the Carlton Ritz.” Steve levelled at Eddie’s side, leaning with his elbows on the balustrade. He wore only his tiny hotpants, which nearly distracted Eddie from a renewed fizz of unease:

“You get around, don’t ya, big boy? Worked in all the best hotels?”

Steve shrugged, fixing on the shimmering Hollywood Hills.

“Want a joint?” asked Eddie.

“I’ll pass.” Instead, Steve grabbed a strawberry from a bowl he’d dumped on a nearby sunbed. He tossed it in the air, catching it in his mouth.

Eddie grinned like an idiot. “I totally didn’t order those.”

“They come with the champagne.” Steve dabbed a red juicy smudge from his chin. “They bring out the flavor. Try it.”

He pressed a strawberry to Eddie’s lips, and Eddie wasn’t gonna refuse entry. He bit the strawberry and washed it down with champagne. Steve hadn’t lied—the flavor partied, sweet and sour and fizzy on his tongue. With a smirk, Steve popped another strawberry in his own mouth, then leaned forward for Eddie to bite it.

The kiss was inevitable. Eddie ditched his wine and even his joint, wrapped his arms around Steve, and clung. Steve aced the kiss, clinging too, fingers hooking so tight in Eddie’s hair they tangled and tugged.

Yup, he’s fantastic at making you believe he wants you.

Steve was also making Eddie forget himself, which was cool, cool, cool. They wound up having a dumbass strawberry fight, spattering them across the balcony, smearing them all over Steve’s torso and both their faces. Then they ate the taste out of each other’s mouths while dry rutting on a sunbed. With Steve gyrating on top of him, Eddie soon had a blockbuster erection again… and Steve?

His mask slipped a little when they broke for air. He actually shuddered, and that’s when Eddie felt the goosebumps as he stroked at Steve’s nape.

“You cold?” asked Eddie.

“No way,” said Steve. “It’s only September.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire, thought Eddie. At least it hadn’t been an involuntary shudder of revulsion.

A cool breeze cleaved between them, and Steve shuddered again.

“Wanna go back inside?” asked Eddie. “There’s a pigeon after the strawberries and I swear it’s hexing me with its manic pink eyes.”

Eddie led the way. Steve had already followed before Eddie realised that he’d gone in a different door from the one they came out through. The door that led to the room that he often avoided. The one where he piled the crap he didn’t want to think about, and the one with—

“You’re shitting me, man,” said Steve. “You’ve got a baby grand?”

“Yeeeah.”

“I didn’t even realise there was another room here.”

“Tell me about it. Seems I still get lost in my own penthouse. This is kinda my dump room.”

Eddie started gathering up his notes from his game design and the probably-fake Hendrix guitar, which lay on the floor. He was considering reacquainting himself with his joint, when a neat chord sounded from the piano. Steve started to sing:

“It's a little bit funny

This feeling inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money, but boy if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live—"

Steve’s voice cracked and he coughed briefly into his hand. “Shit! I broke your no music rule.”

Eddie snapped his gaping mouth shut. “No sweat.”

“Elton John not your poison?”

Eddie was still reeling. “I got every respect for the Rocket Man. ‘Your Song’ isn’t quite my kinda song, but… Shit, dude, it’s fine and you’re amazing. You can really belt it out—I’m envious—and where did you learn to tickle the ivories like that?”

“Learned as a kid.” Steve’s laugh was odd, brittle. “I sucked at reading music. Not much good when your parents want you classically trained.”

“They were uncool about it?”

Steve shook his head, slid across the piano stool to make room for Eddie. “They were always super-supportive. Always. They could never find a tutor who’d stick with their loser son.”

Steve sniffed, staring at the piano keys. Eddie was torn between feeling sorry for Steve and a smoldering curiosity to learn what happened to Steve’s “super-supportive” parents.

Only rich kids learned piano, right? Yet here Steve was…

Steve looked up sharply. “Let’s talk about you. Tonight’s all about you, Eddie-babes. Wanna share your rock-and-roll story? You finally gonna spill?”

“What?”

“You gotta be in a band.” Steve nodded at the guitar. “Let me guess. Had a fall-out with your bandmates? Artistic differences?” Eddie started grinding his teeth, and his knees jittered. “Or some other kind of musician? I mean, you got a piano here, dude… though I suppose it comes with the suite… Um, yeah, you don’t have to answer. I’ll zip it.”

Eddie realized he must be looking as pissed as he felt. Which Steve didn’t deserve. Eddie puffed out his cheeks:

“I was in a band. Corroded Coffin. We never hit the big time and I made my big bucks elsewhere—down to two other kids’ Einstein-like eggheads, and nothing to do with music or even lil’ ol’ me, really. No, I don’t play piano. I can mess around with a few chords, hit Middle C. That’s about it.”

“You’re pretty good at hitting my G… spot.” Steve’s hand slithered underneath Eddie’s bathrobe, zeroing in between his tense thighs. “I owe you a blowjob, man.”

Eddie lost his shit laughing. Steve’s dud-tastic smooth talking had totally melted the tension. Steve was stupid levels of nice as well as sexy af, and that was all that mattered.

“From one loser to another,” said Eddie, blood shooting south, “I’m not gonna fight ya.”

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cold - spencer reid

summary: spencer is ready to give love another chance, but after maeve he might not be able to.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

word count: idk

warnings: mentions of past death.

bold italics are you singing to spencer.

based on the song: cold by novo amor.

p.s, i made this so long ago, just clearing out my drafts.

I miss her. i still think about the different futures we could of had, and I didn't even get to touch her.

for some reason, maeve was all I could think about when I'd see y/n.

maybe cause I was falling again.

y/n was perfect. she really was. her laugh, her smile, the way she'd pick out flowers or hand out soft pastries when someone was upset. her warmth and her happiness was contagious.

I couldn't get her out of my mind since I had met her. but when I thought of y/n, I thought of maeve. I felt so guilty and I didn't even know why. it's been four years. I should have gotten over this by now.

maeves gone. I thought I'd accepted that a long time ago. maybe I didn't and just pushed those feelings down, derek always mentioned I did that way too often, but I didn't mind it then.

y/n is here. she's alive, and she's always been there for me. which was only a couple of years but it always counted. I confined to her in so much. more so than the rest of the team, I trust her with my life.

when I got sent to prison she sat on the other side of the glass, looking at me with those beautiful eyes I fell in love with. I didn't want to fall in love again, but I did.

it's not like y/n and I are together, we're not. but, she deserves better. better than someone whose going to think of another girl whose already a ghost. I want to make myself a good enough person for y/n. she deserves that.

more than anyone.

y/n can sing. she sings to me when I'm sad. she sings to me when I practically break into her apartment and fall into her arms. she knows right away how to make me feel better. the same thing over and over again and I love it.

she takes her hand and and plays with my hair while the other rubs my shoulder. it's perfect, like a routine. I'm sad, and I need y/n. she's always here for me, even when I've managed to piss her off sometimes.

but here I am again, in y/n arms as she plays with my hair and rubs little hearts on my skin. her hands are so soft and soothing, which is probably why I end up falling asleep, either to that or her singing. maybe both.

"Heal your frays, just to know you'll wear them thin again. Peel off the name, that i gave and I knew you were within. Forget our nave, the summer spent within"

listening to her washes away everything.

"For all that its worth now you were worth it in the end. For all off your worth I would lapse and fall again. For all that its worth I would have loved you until the end"

I wish I could give her the everything she deserves.

"But i'm cold in your heart and you're branded into mine"

I want to be better. I want to be hers.

Bruise the hope, our endeavour would ever see the light"

I loved maeve. I did, but she's gone now.

"Choose your own, i'll face the world knowing that you've grown"

I love y/n, with everything in me.

"And i'll leave your curls and move past alone"

I want a future with someone, I always have. a wife, kids, a family. I want that.

"For all that its worth now you were worth it in the end. For all off your worth I would lapse and fall again"

I want to protect y/n, I can't lose her too.

"For all that its worth I would have loved you until the end. But i'm cold in your heart and you're branded into mine"

all I can do is look up at her and smile, curling back up against her letting the darkness take over.

she's everything now. hopefully forever.

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Mean and Scary | Chapter 2: Ghosts in the Pool

Pts: 1, 2, 3

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He had never really intended to tell anyone about the nightmares. The sleepless nights, the tossing and turning interrupted by the absolute worst headaches and the bloodstained pillows thanks to the newly developed nose bleed problem. It made him feel weak. Nobody else was having these problems. Maybe it was karma from his attempt to just forget Barb this first go-around, maybe the numerous head injuries had aligned to create a new way of making him miserable. But Max just looked so tired, and if anyone could relate in their little Party, maybe Steve could.

And apparently, Steve understood almost perfectly. Max had opened up to him too, and confessed that she only really felt sane when she was listening to music. She’d given him her old walkman, the one she used before she realized she needed an upgrade if it was going to become a constant in her life. It was bulky, and the headphones were small and uncomfortable, but the reprieve from his own thoughts was better than any drug.

Well, any drug Steve had tried. Hence the standing in the Munson trailer, waiting to expand his horrisions. It still felt weird to be here. Not the trailer park, or even the trailer itself, he’d seen it from the outside countless times to pick and drop Max off. But here, in Eddie Munson’s living room. Waiting for drugs. After the russians Steve was almost entirely sure he’d never be able to even get drunk again. It felt too similar, felt like he was back in that cold room surrounded by needles and bone-saws. But he needed something or else he’d never fall asleep again, and the two days he’d gone without were already kicking his ass.

Was it smart to go to Dustins newest brother figure in search of illicit substances? No. Was he going to do it anyways? Yes. He just needed some fucking sleep, just this once. (He knew that he couldn’t guarantee that. That if this worked, he’d probably be coming back time and time again. But he was never the sharpest bulb in the shed, and he’s choosing to blame his remarkable lack of decision making on the sleep deprivation.)

There were dozens of baseball caps and mugs covering the walls around him. From sports teams, to shitty diners, to T.V. memorobila, there was everything. He idly wondered if any of the items were ever used, considering they were high enough on the wall that he would need a ladder to access them, and Eddie was about his height.

“Sorry for the mess, maid took the week off.” Eddie was digging around the trailer, looking for whatever it was Steve had agreed to purchase and later on actually take (was he really doing this? Should he be doing this? God, Robin was gonna be so pissed if she ever found out)

“You um,” Steve swallowed, he honestly couldn’t tell you why he was so nervous. He felt like there were livewires where his blood vessels should be, “you live here alone?”

“With my uncle. But, uh, he works nights at the plant. Bringing home the big bucks.” There were various clunking and clicking sounds from where Eddie was opening up what was presumably any container he found in his junk drawer mixed in with the sounds of singing softly crooning from the tinny speakers in Steve’s headphones. His favorite song was playing, and he turned the volume up a little more.

“How long does it take?”

“Sorry?”

Steve took a deep breath to calm his nerves, seriously why was he so anxious? “The- the, uh, Special K? How long to kick in?”

“Oh, uh, well, it depends on if you snort it or not.” Christ, this was so dumb, “Uh, if you do, then, yeah. It'll kick in pretty quick.” This was so, so, dumb. “Ohhh…shit.”

“You’re sure you have it?” the part of Steve that had been desperately begging him to just go the fuck home was silently hoping that Munson just didn’t have any. The other part, the part that hadn’t slept in two days and had been getting pretty shit sleep for the last week and a half, was desperately begging that he did.

“No, no, I got it. Um, somewhere.” Eddie turned around and went into his room, most likely to continue his part in the hide and seek game he was playing with this illegal drug. Seriously, why wouldn’t you keep that somewhere safe?

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Steve whipped around to stare at the window, as the music played in the background to the sound of a clock chiming in the distance.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Steve really hoped he wasn’t going crazy. That some total whackjob decided to put a grandfather clock in the backyard of their trailer for some reason. But he knew he was kidding himself, it was so clear. Like it was coming from down a long hallway. Except the only hallway in the trailer was to Eddie’s room, and the sound was coming from the opposite direction. All those knocks to the head were finally getting to him. He was officially going insane.

As he scanned the darkness outside the window, the ticking and the chiming just got louder, and louder, and louder, until it felt like it was coming from inside his head. He frantically closed the curtains.

“Eddie?” Steve called over his shoulder, “Did you find it? Eddie?”

Silence. Gone were the sounds of hollow metal opening and closing, or Eddie’s weird ramblings to nobody, or the sounds of another person’s footsteps on the carpet. Steve slowly started to walk down the hallway. Eddie probably wouldn’t want him to see his room, but after years of monsters and possession and all things Upside-Down, Steve would rather take the chance of upsetting him over the chance of anything else. Granted the Upside-Down and the beasts that came with it were not usually quiet, at least from this end of things, but Steve was paranoid. He thinks he’s earned that much for all the brain trauma he’s most definitely had over time.

“Eddie?” He entered the room, only to find that Eddie wasn’t there. In fact, this wasn’t even Eddie’s room. It couldn’t be. This was Steve’s porch. The pool shone a light-blue glow over the surroundings, steam misting off the surface of the water in lazy swirls. The air felt cool, but not cold. Like it always did right before it became too cold to swim even in heated water, right before the Harringtons had to close the pool up. There were empty beer cans littered in a small pile, each with a small jagged hole punched into the bottom, next to some pool chairs with an ashtray situated between them on a small table.

And there, sitting on the diving board of the pool, was Barbara Holland. Her back was facing Steve, but he would have to be blind not to recognize her. Her curly red hair made a dark brown in the low light but discernible all the same, the dark blue denim jacket she had been wearing that night, color swallowed up by the black night around her. Resting her hands on her legs, one cradling the other with blood running down her fingers. Dripping slowly into the water below, the dark red quickly fading into the surrounding blue with each new droplet.

“B-Barb?”

This couldn’t possibly be real. Barb was dead. Barb had died here, on this night, in his pool. She was the ghost over his shoulder, never remembered quite right, and not always at the forefront of his mind, but never really forgotten. She was a scar that would never heal, a guilt that would never fade. Even if he hadn’t ever really admitted it, he agreed with Nancy. What she had said that halloween. He killed Barb, he just didn’t really let himself think about it.

“Still pretending, Steve?” She said, still not looking back. Still swaying her legs casually, sitting at the foot of her grave.

“Still bullshit?” The word reverberated through the air. And even though there were no walls, it felt like it was closing in on him. She finally turned around, and where her brown eyes had once been were milky white pupils, surrounded by black. Water dribbled from her mouth as she spoke. Her face was rotting, water logged and bloated. She didn’t look like a ghost, she looked like a corpse. Slugs crawled out of holes in her skin, and vines wrapped around her legs and propelled her forwards, her muscles too decayed to stand without assistance

Steve turned around and booked it. He slammed the door to the pool closed, drawing the blinds over the panes of glass. Holding his back to the door, he turned around to see that where the Munson trailer had once been, the viney Upside-Down tunnels had replaced it.

The vines slithered over eachother, covering the door to the pool and creating a solid wall of plant matter. Chittering and screeching echoed down pathways, the smell of kerosine and the distinct iron-copper of blood filled the air and choked Steve’s lungs.

“You killed me!” The distorted voice of Barbara Holland filled his head, so loud it was deafening. Steve covered his ears. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be alive! My parents wouldn’t had to bury an empty casket! It’s your fault Steve!”

Steve ran, trying desperately to get away from the voice, but it wasn’t coming from behind him. It was coming from around him, like a bubble of loathing and blame.

“Nancy lied to you Steve! There was no ‘we’. It was all you!” Barb laughed, empty and hollow, “you’ll never make up for it, murderer! One day, they’ll realize! One day, they’ll all know! And when that day comes, nobody will want to see your pathetic face ever. Again.”

There in the diverging pathways of the tunnels stood Dustin, and then Robin, then Max, and Lucas, and Mike, and Joyce, and it just went on, and on, and on. Their sneers, their disgust, their backs turned as they walked away from him.

“If you had just focused on someone other than yourself for one fucking second, I’d be alive. Nancy would be happy! Thank god Jonathan was there for her, to be what she really needed.”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Barb kept going. She’d finally gotten her chance to say everything she didn’t when she was alive, and she seemed to be making the most of it. “Needed to win over perfect prissy Nancy Wheeler? Needed to prove to your douchebag friends that you could conquer any woman? That nobody could say no to King Steve!”

Steve would protest if he could breathe at all. He felt like he’d been running for days, and he was panting heavily from the strain.

“You’ll never be enough to make up for what the world lost when you took me from it.” Barb's voice sounded farther away, until finally it faded entirely.

Steve slumped down the wall, creepy vines and shit be damned. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe, he just needed a second to get his bearings together and then he’d start looking for a way out.

“Steve”

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~The Price~Chapter 15~

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala none of the pictures are ours.

Warnings- Mentions of abuse

Thatcher made a few work related calls when he returned to the apartment after setting up everything he’d gotten. While he’d gone out and did a little light following when he saw Ash and Taddie, he had actually left to get more cat things for Juniper, to surprise Taddie when she got back. He got a brand new, decent sized cat tree that Juniper absolutely fell in love with, in fact she never left the top roost as she watched him. He’d gotten three tunnels and a number of new toys for her, taking a few minutes to try and entice her down from the tower to play.

After getting out as much of Juniper’s energy that he could, he went to his office, making a few calls to his brothers about the upcoming weekend, taking extra time to talk to Tristan, before jumping into tracks and editing. The day flew by quickly and Thatcher soon realized it was late enough that Taddie would be past the opening rush and would soon have enough of a lull to talk to him. He changed, getting distracted by Juniper and playing with her a little more, before he ultimately left the apartment, locking it and riding the elevator down with Oscar.

Taddie set down a tub of dishes with a deep sigh before moving it over to the sink, plunging the whole thing in and leaving it to deal with later. It had only been 3 hours, but they were past the first rush, in a lull and waiting for the next. She wiped down the bar and took stock of the regulars that were there before checking on her girls, seeing some taking customers orders, others in their clusters as they had nothing to do at the moment. A small smile spread across her face, glad to be back at work and feeling normal.

But it was all too fleeting as while she finished wiping the bar down, a voice made her freeze and her anxiety rose within her, so fast it made her dizzy.

“Looks like you’ve got a new sugar daddy…Nice necklace, Tad.” Taddie’s hands shook as she slowly lifted her head, seeing a pair of ice cold blue eyes staring back at her, paired with a sickening smirk. Her hand flew up to the necklace, momentarily forgetting she was wearing it.

“Jack…” Taddie breathed. How in the actual fuck did her ex manage to find her? When Taddie and Ash left California, Taddie made sure there was no trail, only paid with cash on the trip and they’d been settled for nearly two years. Now that he was here, sitting at her bar wearing that smug, shit eating grin he always wore, Taddie fought to keep herself present and not let herself get sucked into the flashbacks.

“Thought I wouldn’t find you? You were smart-For once. Shithole town like this? Took me a while, but I found you.” Jack said, leaning on the bar and tapping it. As Taddie stood there and stared at him in shock, Jack’s brows furrowed, tightly, tapping on the bar again. “Are you going to get me my drink, baby?”

“I’m not your baby anymore. Fuck you-Get out of my bar.” Taddie hissed so loud it drew the attention of not only the other men sitting beside them, but made the girls turn their heads as well, stunned and wondering just who got Taddie so pissed, so quickly. Jack’s smirk returned and he let out a cruel sounding chuckle.

“I see we’re still disrespectful…Probably lazy still, too. All you ever knew how to do was keep a house clean. And you barely managed that.” Jack spat at her, cruelly. Taddie’s hands gripped the bar as she took several slow and steady breaths.

“Maybe…If I wasn’t injured half the time, I would have been more on top of cleaning.” Taddie hissed. Her whole body shook now, filled with anxiety, fear, but above all, hatred and anger toward him. She was still terrified, but her anger at the fact he dared to show his face to her overrode everything else.

“It was all your own fault, Tad. You don’t listen, you don’t care about anyone but yourself, and you were too stupid unless I guided you along.” Jack said, bored, as if he’d had this conversation with her before.

“Throwing me into the wall isn’t guiding me, Jack! Get. The fuck. Out. Of my bar! Now!” Taddie screamed at him, launching herself across the bar to shove him backward, out of his seat. Jack stumbled back, caught by a group of men behind him. Taddie seethed at him as Jack chuckled, righting himself and giving his shirt a tug. A few of the girls had moved closer, waving over the bouncers when they turned, hearing Taddie begin shouting.

The bouncers appeared by Jack’s side, who cast a glance back at them then snickered softly. “Ooh, you’ve got muscle now…Catch you without it and you’ll regret it, Thaden.”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” Taddie shot, lowly. As the bouncers took Jack by the arms, she added, “Take his license. Add him to the list…And make sure the owner knows about him too. He’s persona non grata-Never to be allowed to set fucking foot in this bar again. Get him out of my sight.”

“Big talk, baby. Let’s hope you have the guts to back it up.” Jack sneered at her. Taddie let loose a wild scream and began to climb over the bar, it taking all the girls to yank her back down and hold her back while Jack laughed as he was escorted out.

Ash came running back up from the back room at the screaming, catching the barest glimpse of Jack before he was pushed out of the bar. Her mouth dropped as she let out a soft gasp, then rushed to Taddie, shooing the other girls away. Tears streamed down Taddie’s face as she tried to keep herself from hyperventilating. Ash attempted to calm her down, but she had succumbed to her anxiety and now muttered to herself, rapidly and anxiously, until Ash sat her down behind the bar, shushing her and rubbing her hand over Taddie’s arm and back.

“Hey, hey, Tads, it’s okay. It’s okay. He’s gone. He can’t come back in here-“ Ash started. It seemed to jolt Taddie from her terrified trance as she whipped her head over to her friend and grabbed Ash’s arms.

“How the fuck did he find me, Ash?! I-I-How?! Ho-Why is he here?! I ca-I can’t-Ash, I can’t do this. Not-Not again. No, no, no, no-Please-“ Taddie begged as she shook with sobs. Ash pulled her into her arms, holding Taddie tight, trying to soothe her.

“He’s never gonna touch you again. We-Call Thatcher, we can tell him what-“

“No! No, ab-absolutely not. I-I c-I can’t get him involved…Oh, my God. Ash-How did he find me?” Taddie sobbed into her friend’s shoulder. Ash drew her brows together, worried and frightened for Taddie, and tried to calm her down as best she could until Taddie’s sobs ceased. She stood the woman up, giving her a tight hug that coaxed one final sob from Taddie before she let out a deep breath.

“Kitten? Are you okay?” Taddie gasped and pulled away from Ash, her eyes going wide as she stared at Thatcher, terrified. Seeing the look in her eye, he quickly rounded the bar and Ash led her to the end where he met them. “Taddie? Baby, what happened? Are you okay?”

“It-I-I’m-Ye-N-I, um…”

“Her ex showed up. He’s here in Roanoke.” Ash said. Thatcher’s eyes went wide and he looked from Ash to Taddie, slowly lifting a hand to cup her cheek and tilt it back, trying to see if he’d hit her at all. Taddie shook her head and pulled back from him as she said, “No, it’s fine! Just-I’m-I’m fine…”

“Did he touch you? What did he say? I’ll fucking call Tom and Theo-“

“Thatcher, please…Don’t.” Taddie begged, curling her fingers around his jacket and staring up at him with pleading eyes. Thatcher shook his head, lightly, pulling her closer and brushing his thumb over her cheek.

“Never ask me to not protect you, Taddie. That’s the one time I’ll never listen to you and do what I want…Are you. Okay? Did he hit you?” Thatcher asked in a firm but gentle tone. Taddie sniffled and shook her head, closing her eyes as she let him pull her closer.

“N-No. He-He didn’t touch me…God, Thatcher-I’m so scared…” Taddie whimpered as she buried her face in his chest. Thatcher held her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as his eyes swept over the bar.

“I know, kitten. I’m here. He can’t do anything to you, now, I swear…Do you want to go? I don’t want you here if-“ Thatcher started, nuzzling into her curls. Taddie quickly shook her head and pulled away.

“No. No. I’m-I can’t leave. Um, ca-can-can you have your guys try to find him? I-I just n-I need to know where he is. The house-Rowdy’s alone-If he finds-Juniper, I don’t-“

“Taddie. Baby, take a breath. We’ll find him…Are you sure you’re gonna be okay? If you need to leave-“

“I’m not leaving the girls…I-I haven’t even told them about the bar closing down yet…I can’t leave.” Taddie said, with a deep sigh. Thatcher nodded and curled his fingers under her chin, lifting it to drop a deep kiss to her lips. With a tearful sigh, Taddie buried her face in his chest again, letting the fear overtake her for a moment longer as he held her. Finally, she pulled back with a sniffle and he quickly wiped her face as he looked down at her. She felt Ash’s hand press into her back and she nodded, silently answering Ash’s silent question. “Okay, okay-U-Um…S-So, whiskey, neat? Sh-Shaken?”

“Not tonight, kitten. I’m not drinking tonight.” Thatcher said, brushing the backs of his fingers over her cheek and giving her a concerned look. A light smile made her lips curve up briefly, then she sniffled again and added, “W-Well, you-you need to buy something if you’re at-at the bar.”

Thatcher chuckled and shook his head as he pressed a kiss to her temple and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

Taddie wiped her face and gave him a soft smile before he walked around the bar and took his usual spot. Letting out a deep breath, Taddie sniffled again and turned to continue what she had been doing, wiping down the bar before she went to Thatcher to take his order. He only got a coffee, as he wanted to keep himself alert in case the skel decided to sneak back in and cause more problems with her. Thatcher kept his eye trained on her, moving with her as she moved about that bar, though a touch more skittish, as every time the door opened, she jumped and nearly broke her neck each time, whipping her head over and praying it wasn’t Jack. She knew he couldn’t get back in, but that wouldn’t stop the douchebag from trying.

In fact, she’d become extremely worried that he would find her car and slash her tires, or do something out of spite. Oscar saw the look on her face and went to her, asking if she was alright. Taddie said she was fine but asked if he’d go out and stay by her car, she’d give him the keys to sit in the bitch if he wanted, she just to make sure her ex was nowhere around. Oscar obliged and quickly slipped out the back while Taddie continued with her clearing and cleaning. As the traffic died down, Taddie made sure she had no tasks at the moment, then went to Thatcher.

He quickly set his coffee cup down and turned to her as she came up to him, Thatcher wrapping his arms around her once she rested her head on his chest, a blank stare on her face. He nuzzled her curls and rubbed her back for a moment, before he whispered, “Tristan’s coming in soon. The bar is closing at midnight. He has checks for all the girls, and bonuses.”

Taddie closed her eyes with a sigh, feeling too weak to fight him about it, then let out a deep sigh and nodded. “Fine…Just don’t let me be up here when he does…I don’t need the looks.” She whispered, exhausted. Thatcher pressed a kiss to her temple and pulled back, taking her face between his hands, gently.

“He’s giving them a double check and a triple bonus. I know you care about the girls, Taddie. I talked to Tristan and told him to pull some more money from the bar’s savings. Most of the girls have been here for five plus years. I told him we needed to show them we appreciate it, since we haven’t. Ever.” Thatcher said, his smile lifting as shock took over Taddie’s features.

“Thatch--“

“I’m also gonna convince him to officially make you the bar manager so we can fire Vincey…If that’s something you wanted?” He asked, raising a brow at her. She blinked, unsure of what to say, then simply gave him a light nod. He smiled at her, giving her a quick kiss before he pulled her back in for a tight hug. “I really think you should take the night. Stay here if you want, but stay with me. They’re not letting anyone else in, whoever is here, is here…Stay with me?”

“I-I…If I can? I can’t leave the girls hanging, Thatcher. I’m sorry, I can’t.” Taddie said, looking up at him with guilt in her eyes. He shook his head and kissed her forehead.

“It’s okay. Just stop by when you’re not doing anything. I’m here until you leave now, kitten. I’m not going anywhere.” Thatcher said, trailing his fingertips down the side of her face. She smiled up at him and nodded, pushing her hands up his chest then around his neck as she kissed him, slowly.

“Thank you.” She breathed, Thatcher hearing a hint of relief in her voice.

“Of course, kitten.” He whispered into her curls before he let her go. She lifted a hand to brush her fingers under his chin then quickly left him to hop back behind the bar and get as much cleaned as she could, letting the girls earn their tips while she stayed back.

It was another 2 hours before Tristan showed up to the bar nearly empty. The girls had wondered why they weren’t getting their rushes and Taddie kept quiet, not knowing how they’d all take the news they were shutting down early. The women at the bar had planned and prepared to be working until 2 again, but now their rhythm was thrown off by the slowness. When Tristan walked in, one by one, the girls all recognized him and froze, shocked and a little scared. Tristan saw Thatcher at the bar, Taddie by his side, and smiled as he strode over to them.

“-Don’t want them to think differently or see—“ Taddie’s words cut off as she saw Tristan walk over. Thatcher turned in time to see Tristan’s arm swinging at him, then ducked before stepping from Taddie and shooting out his own arm, catching his brother by the neck and forcing him to bend down, laughing.

“Alright! Alright! I give!” Tristan said as they wrestled for a moment then Tristan tapped the back of Thatcher’s arm twice. With a smirk, Thatcher let his little brother go and put his arm around Taddie again. Rubbing the back of his neck, Tristan snickered out, “Jesus, Thatch. Break my damn neck-Hey, Taddie. Good to see you again.”

“You too, Tristan…Um, I’m, uh, gonna—“ Taddie giving him a soft, sweet smile before she quickly slipped away from the men to do another sweep through the bar, eventually grabbing a tray to gather the empty dishes. Tristan raised a brow as he and Thatcher took a stool at the bar, Thatcher facing out toward Taddie while Tristan turned in, waiting to flag down one of the girls.

“Is she okay? Is that why you called me?” Tristan asked, looking at his older brother. Thatcher shook his head and said, “No. What we talked about is why I called…But I am glad you’re here…We need to talk more.”

“About Taddie?”

“Yes…First off, you need to convince Father to fire Vincey. These girls are being worked far too hard—She takes on a lot that Vincey should and he never tells you anything about what they tell him; Grievances and shit. She’s already playing bar manager-You should just promote her and let her run the bar.” Thatcher said, giving his little brother a look. Tristan nodded in agreement and cast a glance back at Taddie as she hauled the tray of empty dishes to the bar and started cleaning.

“I’ve seen her. She does a good job…But, you know Father will never fire Vincey. He wants the bar kept in the family.” Tristan said.

“You already took over. It should be up to you, not him. There’s a reason Father passed it down to you-He doesn’t want to deal with it but doesn’t want to lose the income. Taddie should be the bar manager and compensated properly.” Thatcher said, firmly, giving his brother a look. As his gaze flickered to Taddie when she stopped to chat with a few regulars, wishing her a happy Christmas, Thatcher took a deep breath and added, “But we can talk about all that later, I just want it in your mind--You and Theo need to start digging.”

“Who? Her? Why? I thought you did that already?” Tristan asked, confused, raising a brow at Thatcher. His older brother shook his head and turned to continue his observing, taking a sip of his coffee before he said, “Not her. An ex. Taddie said the boys got a copy of his license. Take it and dig into him. I want to know everything. You leave anything out and I’ll fucking break your teeth.”

“Okay, Dad!--What’s going on? That’s family business talk-You don’t do family business.” Tristan said, narrowing his gaze toward Thatcher as he remained silent. Thatcher tried to keep the worry from his face, but it passed over his features every now and then. Tristan let out a deep sigh and let his head hang down for a moment, then said, “Thatch, you need to talk to me, brother. Is she in danger? What’s going on?”

“I think she might be…He’s been stalking her for 2 years since she left him. He found her here tonight, in Roanoke.” Thatcher said, quickly, before taking another sip of his coffee, discarding the now empty cup on the bar. Tristan sat back, raising his brows at Thatcher as he cast his younger brother a look.

“You need to fuckin’ lead with that, dumbass. Jesus Christ-What happened? Where?-Here at the Wench?” Tristan asked, turning to look around the bar.

“He’s gone, Tris. Taddie said he came in here, noticed her necklace and made a comment--She freaked out. Got him out as quick as she could…But she’s still terrified. Theo needs to find him and keep eyes on him. I want to know what he’s doing, where he’s staying-Everything, Tristan. I mean it.” Thatcher said, firmly, a light growl of anger in his voice. Tristan clamped his hand over Thatcher’s shoulder, gripping tight until he looked over at him.

“You need to fucking relax. We’ll take care of him if that’s what you want. We’ll make it a huge accident that gets on the news so she sees it…You know we can take care of it, Thatch. You just need to give us the signal and it’s done.” Tristan said, lowering his voice and raising his brows at his brother.

“No…At least not right now. I just want tabs on him-The second he tries something, he’s fucking--”

“More coffee, Thatcher?” Ash’s voice came from behind them. Both men jumped, nearly toppling off their stools as they turned to her. Ash twisted her lips around as she fought a satisfied smirk, then blinked, raising her brows in an innocent fashion, lifting the coffee pot in her hands.

“Uh, sure. Yeah. Thanks, Ash…Um, you, uh, you know my brother, Tristan?” Thatcher said, giving Tristan’s shoulder a playful shove as he let out a light sigh, dragging the cup to himself once Ash had refilled it and turned to set the pot back in its holder. Glancing over her shoulder, Ash gave Tristan a once over and he gave her a charming grin and a polite nod.

“We’ve met before.” Tristan said with a friendly smile. Ash narrowed her gaze at him and gave a firm ‘Mm’ before turning to the till and busying herself with closing out cards she knew were done for the night. Tristan raised a brow and looked at Thatcher, who, in Swedish, reminded his brother of who she was. With a wince, Tristan turned back to Ash, who had cast her gaze over her shoulder once she’d heard the exchange. “Ahh--Um, I, uh, I’m sorry, Ashlen-”

“Don’t. It’s fine. What do you want to drink?” Ash said with an annoyed sigh, laying down the last card and receipt before she turned to him, planting her hands on her hips.

“Bacardi and scotch on the rocks, please, Ash.” Tristan said with a light smile, more apologetic than friendly, but still trying to be. She gave him a nod and quickly made the drink, setting it on the bar. Tristan quickly pulled a $100 from a wad, out of his pocket, and Ash quickly shook her head and said, “Owner drinks on the house. I thought you knew-”

“Your tip. It’s Christmas, right?” Tristan said with a sweet smile, folding it up and sliding it across the bar to her. He picked up the glass and took a sip as Ash glared at him, pushing it back.

“It is. But I don’t take charity.” Ash said, turning away to grab the cards and receipts, moving down the bar as she doled them out with a bright, happy smile. Tristan sighed and glanced at Thatcher, who’s lips had twisted in a small smirk.

“You weren’t kidding--I mean, I understand…But, fuck, she’s seriously cold.” Tristan said, tilting his glass back for another sip. He suddenly choked on it as he heard Taddie say behind him, “I hope you’re not talking about my best friend, Tristan Price.”

Thatcher laughed and turned to her, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to her temple as he eased an arm around her. Tristan coughed and pounded his fist to his chest as he turned to her, trying to hold a smile through his choking. Taddie chuckled and bit her lip, suddenly feeling bad as she didn’t mean to scare him so bad, nor did she realize he was mid-sip.

“N-No-N-No, not-No. Well--I mean, I’m not wrong?” Tristan offered, throwing Thatcher a look as his older brother had thrown him one first. Taddie chuckled and shook her head as she said, “Not entirely. She’s pissed at your dad, really. But, there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell, even if it was frozen over, that she’d get an apology from him. Formally, in person. She’d refuse anything else.”

“Cold and stubborn…” Tristan muttered as he glanced away. Taddie’s smile quickly faded and she shifted from Thatcher’s arm, making Tristan quickly set his glass down, afraid of another choking fit.

“She wants the man that killed her uncle and brother to look her in the eye, admit it was wrong, and apologize. I’m sure you and your brothers would want far more and worse if it was you. A one time, in person apology will hardly kill the man.” Taddie shot at him, narrowing her eyes at him.

“You don’t know the man--It just might…I’ll, um, I’ll see what I can do? I’m sorry, Taddie. There’s not much else I can do.” Tristan said, offering her a sympathetic smile. She gave him a light nod as her gaze softened and she took a deep breath.

“I know…I just--Me d-dating Thatcher is kind of a slap in the face to her because of her family. I need to do what I can to make up for that. Whatever that means. At least I tried.” Taddie said, her gaze quickly falling as her confidence was zapped away from her, Jack’s voice was suddenly barking in her head that she was rude, inconsiderate, a bitch for using that tone with Tristan. Thatcher practically saw her energy drain and he slid his hand around her hip, tugging her back to him and nuzzling into her curls. Tristan raised a brow, lightly, as he watched them. Taddie let her eyes close for a moment and let out a light sigh. “I’m sorry, I-”

“Don’t apologize. I understand. Thatcher said you two were close…I didn’t realize he meant like sisters.” Tristan said with a soft chuckle. Taddie shot a look back at Thatcher as she said, “You’re telling them about me?”

“Just Tristan and sometimes Theo. They might be twins, but Tristan and I have always told each other everything.” Thatcher said, raising a brow at her, lightly. Taddie’s mouth dropped open for a moment before she said, “I--E-Everything? Everything everything?”

“He’s the only one that knows and can pull of faking it like me…You have Ash, I needed one of my brothers.” Thatcher whispered to her, giving her a small smile, lightly cupping her cheek and brushing his thumb along her skin. Taddie nodded and said, “O-Of course, I just…You said no one can know--I didn’t think-”

“It’s not my place to air out Thatcher’s shit. This is his ordeal, I’m just a brother here to listen and support. You can trust me, Taddie.” Tristan said, giving her a smile. Not much further from them, Ash let out a hearty laugh then quickly clamped her hand over her mouth, turning to the trio as they looked at her.

“S-Sorry. I, uh, I swear I wasn’t eavesdropping…” Ash said, her cheeks burning red and giving them a sheepish smile. Tristan chuckled and quickly picked up the hundred as he shot back, “Accept the tip and I forget I heard anything.”

Ash glared at him before marching over and snatching it from his fingers, stuffing the bill in her bra. Tristan smirked at her, giving a light nod and said, “Thank you for the drink, Ash.”

“Yeah, you’re welcome, fine, whatever…” Ash said with a sigh after exchanging a look with Taddie. Tristan chuckled and looked at Taddie, nodding back at her as he said, “She’s never gonna like us, is she?”

“She’s coming around on Thatcher…But that’s because he’s treating me right...For now.” Taddie said, glancing back at him with a smirk. Thatcher tsk’d at her, giving an ass cheek a squeeze, making her squeak and push him away as she took a step from him, then another as she stuck out her tongue at him before giggling and wrinkling her nose as she walked away, going back around the bar as Ash had a stack of receipts ready for the patrons at the tables.

Tristan chuckled and watched her for a moment before turning back to his drink and finishing it before he said, “She’ll fit in just fine. Mother will like her, Father will love her…”

“Yippee…We’ll be home Friday. Tell Mother to expect us in the afternoon or later, but not past 6.” Thatcher said, clapping a hand to his brother’s back before leaving two $100 bills on the bar for Taddie. He got up and went over to her as she left with the last receipt, taking her hip and nodding to the back room as he said something to her. Taddie nodded and said something back before they both went to the other end of the bar. Tristan let out a deep sigh, downing the rest of his drink before going to the bouncers and inquiring about the most recent license they’d copied, taking a picture of it and sending it off to his twin with a quick text that simply read ‘Dig’.

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mejomonster · 1 year

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Okay so 1 I love how intense shen wei is. He's like "I have followed you and learned everything about you and I KNOW I shouldn't be near you but I want to caress your beautiful face it will warm my ice cold flesh" (how vampire of you babe) "and despite the lies I desperate yearn to just tell you you're the reason" oh shen weiiiii

Meanwhile Zhao yunlan, really, should have SOME clue of his reincarnations I swear to fuck. Why? Cause if he went to pretty much any psychic, medium, tarot reader, or even a therapist... they'd point out fairly quickly "um sir? Why do you have like an absolutely irrationally large hatred for cycles? Every time someone mentions a circle you start raving about how endless cycles are fucking awful messed uo things. I asked if you'd like to live a different life And you just went OFF about how when we die we forget who we are and everything is LOST and what the fuck is the POINT if it's all gone... so I guess upside you're probably not a suicide risk since you're so anti dying but like? Why do you even believe in reincarnation, sir, if it makes you THIS pissed off?"

Zhao yunlan: "because it's fucked up! It's absolutely fucked okay?! You croak, and fuck everything you love and care about cause you don't even have your memories, and shit out of luck for them because they're remembering a bitch who you are NOT anymore and can never even be again like. What the FUCK. What the fuckkkkkkk. Its stupid. Absolutely beyond stupid. I mean figures right, ghosts hurting people is stupid and fucking annoying too, but that's the world right. So go figure the whole life death process is all stupid too."

"Um sir. Did you just say ghosts exist? Wanna.. talk about that?"

Zhao yunlan: "-.- not particularly" (currently seeing like 5 potential ghosts he wasn't sure if they were just other customers/patients, since he's seen dumb dead people his whole life. At least those fuckinf ghosts still maybe REMEMBER something and are still A LITTLE BIT THEMSELVES)

"Um sir. You said that aloud? The thing about ghosts remembering...??"

Zhao yunlan, shit eating smile: "no. I didn't. I didn't say anything." (Gaslight gatekeep girlboss) "oh LOOK at the time, i gotta go, I'm a workaholic you know! Bye~~"

"Wait! Uh. Sir... oh I hope he calls back for another visit mm..."

Zhao yunlans brain the second he remembers his WATCH is ROUND and life and death are CYCLES so anyway reincarnation is killing its a fucking piece of shit I'm going off on the next fucking government supervisor about my reincarnation Thoughts when they bother me. Win win, I vent, they don't get a word in edgewise to critique me.

Anyway my point is just. You'd think ANYONE he'd talk to who believes in past lives would be like "hey? Zhao yunlan? Have you considered maybe in your past life you REALLY wanted to remember or hold onto something and lost it and you were SO angry about it you manage to still be that angry now?"

And he'd completely miss the point made. He'd just jump right over it and be like "who cares who I WAS. This is me NOW, Zhao yunlan! And fuck any thing in the universe that thinks I'm letting THIS ME go. Fuck that. When I die, a long time from now (better be), I'm not forgetting SHIT mark my fucking words." (I'm gonna be a fucking lingering ghost with that attitude huh... oh no da qings gonna Claw me again -.- bastard)

#guardian #zhenhun #lb #i like unfortunately or fortunately very literally relate deeply to zhao yunlan #like of any media ever hes. for better or worse one of the charactsrs Most like me #except lol 1 i think i healthily address being a workaholic by limiting my work MUCH MORE than his ass #2 i think reincarnation is more or less similar but in my book anythings a positive even memory loss like? could be worse yunlan #u rant like u are so sure u had past lives as to be THIS pissed off about it lol #3 i handle my health issues better than his ass. but to be fair shen wei helps him when his tummy tries to kill him #no one helps me :c its just help myself or suffer until its killing me boo :c

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nadsu · 2 years

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Tōya Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Stargazing

synopsis. Who would Tōya Todoroki be if things had gone differently?

And what all can happen under a sea of stars?

fluff ・ lemon ・ hero!tōya todoroki ・ flirty keigo takami ・ tōya has a tongue piercing bc it's goddamn sexy

"Do you see the stars there? If ... they are in the right constellation, it means good luck for someone."

Was it a daydream? One of the pretty shitty kind, huh?

Shit ... Let it be one.

Tōya thought to himself, fingers running through his spiky mane as he gazed at his reflection.

Turquoise eyes you always compare to the ocean, sparkling with anger as he knew the obvious long ago - it wasn't a dream. Not a fucking comatose dream he wished was here.

He would have loved to smash the mirror with his fist if he didn't know how pissed you would get afterwards.

He could shit on an hour-long discussion with you.

Just don't cause any more stress - in the end you would probably banish him from his bed and let him sleep in God knows where.

Ha, as if you could do that, but if he wouldn't go, you would be the one to go at the latest, if you couldn't fight against his stubbornness.

Either way there could only be losers in this situation so he left alone that swanky expensive mirror that probably cost more than his all-nighters with Hawks and the amount of alcohol that became part of this ritual. After all, it never stayed at one drink as agreed ... not with someone like him - his self-proclaimed wingman at the time.

Speaking of Hawks, where was that chicken when you really needed him?

"I'll stand by you. At home. While I open the bottle of whiskey you left with me for emergencies."

Oh yes, he grinningly and gladly left this peace, joy, pancake hell here to his best friend ...

"That damn-"

Bird, mentally pronouncing the rest as he refreshed his face with cold water.

Well, tried - his black shades under his eyes could still be seen from three kilometers away.

Stress.

Just because of all the stress that was currently going on in your four walls and that didn't let him sleep - you included. It was really hell to see you suffer. Worse than... than this.

The last thing the young hero wanted was to spend time with his family.

No, rather with his father, who planned this trip to the ridiculously large estate of the Todoroki's, which he bought just for such a thing like this, felt 200 kilometers around no signs of civilization, alone, to make one on Happy fucking Family.

As if that would still help somehow ...

He had only agreed to this shit because you seemed so extremely tense lately.

You were tense, with every single syllable out of your mouth he could hear that something was going against your grain and he just couldn't figure it out.

Some fucking woman thing.

Maybe.

Hopefully just that.

The longed-for vibrating of his cell phone had a rather negative effect on Tōya, who fished it out of his pants pocket in annoyance.

As expected-.

"Huh?"

"I'm glad to hear you too, buddy."

When talking about the fucking devil, he came shitting with red feathers and bad humor.

"You let me down."

"You're still pissed.", Keigo remarked on the other end of the line. "ah~ (y/n) is with you after all and you know the three of us, this can't end well. After all, I have to keep up appearances before Endeavor."

What kind of appearance would that be?

"Fuck appearance. You're supposed to be here."

"I'll make it up to you, okay? Just enjoy the time with your wife and don't forget about me just because we can't pay attention to this love triangle right now."

"Shut the fuck up ..."

"Don't get her pregnant when you're improving your sex life."

"When I get back, I'm gonna fry you."

"Hey, I'm just saying. On vacation, as we all know, all the clothes come off."

"Yeah, whatever. I'll call you tomorrow."

Uh-huh. He will?

"Wait, are you trying to get rid of me? Is (y/n) there?"

Actually yes, that is when he heard you enter the room.

The feathered hero happily chatting away on his cell phone while you walked up to your boyfriend, who was watching you very closely as you wiggled your eyebrows in amusement.

"If I had to guess ... Is it ... the love of your life on the other line?"

Not funny.

Yes, it is. It's actually only funny for you, not for him.

"Put it on speaker," you urged him. You were only separated for one day and already you couldn't live without each other. Sometimes Tōya wondered with whom you had a relationship at all, but it would have been a lie if he didn't see this friendship between three of you as perfect, and the way you lovingly embraced him from behind with your arms, he knew that all your love was for him. Only him. Hawks and you would never do anything that would hurt him for that you were too much you. The flame user wasn't big on trust, but he gave you both all of it.

That's why he only sighed with a barely visible smile on his lips when he pressed the button on his cell phone and Hawk's loud voice boomed through the receiver the very next moment.

"We just can't do without each other. The best threesome of my dreams."

"Someday I'll get him talked into it, birdy~"

You would harmonize perfectly together, because the be-all and end-all of this beautiful interplay was the mood. Without certain prerequisites, you could forget about it.

You three ... it would be perfect. You knew each other like no other.

"Forget it. Both of you."

Well, and so much for that.

But you knew what was pulling. Oh~ you knew exactly what the white-haired man was attracted to. Knew how to use your feminine charms to get what you wanted.

Playfully pouting, you took his hand and nibbled on his finger. As if hypnotized, he barely looked you in the eye as you let your tongue roam around his dome.

With this harmless sounding question, after you were still innocent as you were -or not- biting his thumb.

Fleeting. And so damn wicked ... that already makes his blood flow down to other parts of his body.

"Not even eventually?"

Fuck, your look would eventually really make him change his mind and go for it.

But for now ...

"I have to hang up."

... were his thoughts just here, with you and your hands wandering along his arms and finding their place around his neck.

He didn't even let Hawks say anything else before he hung up and literally threw his phone onto the small cabinet next to the sink.

It was clear what you wanted.

Namely him.

Pʟᴀʏ ɴᴏᴡ -

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"No one is in the house."

"Mhm, go on," he murmured in your ear.

"And ... I thought ... You and I are taking advantage of that."

Tapping his shirt with your index finger, you opened two buttons the next moment.

"Do you want me to keep talking?"

Yes, he wanted to hear everything that was going through your head. But his impatience was killing him. All he wanted was ...

You, you, you.

Not giving a shit where you were.

"This fucking place has a Jacuzzi, if I remember correctly."

"Really? Then what are we still doing here?"

You certainly didn't have to ask your boyfriend twice and you knew all too well how impatient he was right now - his kisses along your cheekbones with the gentle push towards the exit only confirmed it.

How hard it was to get a door open when you were carrying someone in your arms, Tōya realized only now, after he let his hands wander to your ass, your kisses becoming more and more uncontrolled and he lifted you up.

Your legs, automatically found around his narrow hips, pressing your pelvis harder against the door.

And~ here was the kicker-.

"Could you give me a second?"

"What? Wasn't it you who thought he was so~ skilled with his hands?"

He could practically hear your sadistic smirk, you didn't even have to choose such naughty words, to which he lovingly gave you his answer by intensifying pressure against your pelvis, just to elicit that soft moan from you because you felt how hard he already was.

How ready he was for you.

"How was that? Thought you knew how skilled."

Mhm~ and how you knew. You still couldn't let that little tease go.

"I think you have to prove it to me again."

He liked nothing better than that right now, and if he had to, he'd remind you all goddamn day, even when you couldn't anymore.

Over and over and over again.

Reminded you that he didn't have to prove anything because you were falling for him either way and he knew exactly how many times you'd already cum under him.

How many times he's been able to push you to the edge of your climax.

How often you have given yourself to him with everything you had.

With your body.

Your soul.

With all your love for him.

Every step, every touch, every kiss and every pleasurable sound that escaped your dry throats only heated you up further and suddenly filled the halls of the mansion with energy.

Your energy.

You were ready for anything - really - but not for what your eyes picked up next.

"Wait a minute." He didn't respond at first - spreading more kisses along your neck.

"Tōya wait."

But, after you pressed lightly against his chest, two cheeky twinkling eyes fixed you. Greedy and yet confused almost a little worried.

"What? Afraid someone might hear you?"

Indeed. Because the hot tub was not as expected somewhere in this bombastic big house, no, but outside.

Out in the open ...

Which is why your question sounded more pejorative than intended.

"Are you ... into that?"

"I'm not the public type, but when it comes to sex," he rolled his shoulders as if he didn't care where he was. "it's just something different."

He saw your skepticism immediately. The wrinkling of your nose was normal whenever you didn't like something.

"It's the middle of the day."

"So?"

"So? What if someone sees it?"

Or better - listened, ugh.

"Isn't that what it's all about? This thrill that it could be like that?

But I'm not doing anything you don't want me to, okay?"

You just nodded and were about to go back in after your fleeting kiss on his cheek. You'd be lying if you'd never thought about something like that before, but it didn't feel right?

It was perfectly okay. For some, that certain thrill was just nothing.

But Tōya knew you. Far too well and probably even better than you knew yourself, so he knew what excited you and that? Sometimes even more than anything else.

Shared your fantasies with him when you were in need of him again.

He just had to push the right buttons with you so that you said yes.

And ... how did that work better with you than with humor?

With your teasing of which he knew how much you secretly love it and how much it amused him inside when you tried with effort to be mad at him, but you failed miserably every time. Your pissed off face was worth the action here.

So without another word he grabbed you, you crying out as your boyfriend's warm hands wrapped around your hips, pulling you to him and then lifting you up with a deft grab under your legs and around your back.

Flatsh.

There you landed not a second later, despite kicking and struggling and pleading, in the Jacuzzi.

Showing no mercy and no remorse because your boyfriend? He squatted down to you, laughing throatily.

"Tōya Todoroki you are really impossible!"

Hands slapping on the water surface as you cursed him like a wet poodle and tried to grab his hand, which he pulled away. You certainly wouldn't drag him in now.

He wouldn't just give you that satisfaction.

"Guilty as charged.

Now I guess you'll have to take your clothes off."

He would have liked that, but no. In life, nothing was given to you as a gift, and so you both made your positions clear.

Neither of you would give in.

"You have to earn it."

And you were sure, too sure he would go for it. He couldn't do anything else but respond to your will. Because he wanted it exactly-

"I pass."

Which is why your oh-so-beautiful winning smile was wiped off your face and you could do nothing but look stupid. Standing in the water with your eyes wide open, as if ordered and not picked up, mouth ajar, while his answer rattled through your head like a broken gear.

He ... what?

"Why is it always the men who have to prove themselves?"

Yes~ he knew how to get to you it was your words back then in the little bar where you met.

You were frustrated by all the losers in your life and he was bored by the run-of-the-mill women who never had that certain bite.

The bite that you had for it.

It was these simple words-

"I don't think men always have to do all the work."

-which in the end made him curious. Curious, because he was just a man, wasn't he?

"Hey, you gu-

T-tōya what did you do?"

Fuyumie's voice, which at first sounded cheerful, wavered within a millisecond until there was only a reproach left toward him, dissolving your intense gazes between you.

Fuck~

You really forgot that you were not alone here.

This family trip would have gone literally down the drain at the latest now had you given in to your lust.

The reason you finally got out of the water and stood soaked in the sun.

You did not even want to imagine what she thought.

Probably nothing wrong anyway, but man, as confident as you actually were, this broke into little pieces for a moment.

Well ... so, in this way you surely wanted to be made wet by him.

Whereby it cooled your skin under this burning sun immensely.

But man! You regret this idea with the Jacuzzi briefly minimally.

Your great boyfriend, however, less, he was more amused about how quickly you fled. Neither of you both could have guessed that his family would return so soon from this sightseeing tour.

"What she deserves," he called after his sister, who was rushing in to bring you towels.

And if that wasn't embarrassing enough with her, it was with his brothers.

One of them just sighed, because Nats made a stupid allusion to a certain evening on which ... let's say you weren't quite as quiet as Tōya told you to be, okay. The warm hand on your mouth didn't help with his merciless thrusts into you either.

"Nana Rie almost had an early blessing."

If she hadn't mistaken your moans for ... with a dying cat, then yes, definitely.

You swore you would have loved to sink into the ground when Natsuo was still grinning so cheekily, saving poor Granny from ending up six feet lower that night and moving the tour of the giant mansion to another hallway.

Inwardly grateful that he was thinking along, but on the other hand he kept rubbing it in.

"I told you to be quiet," Tōya shrugged again as if he wasn't the one fucking you uninhibitedly on the tatami, because Mr. Impatience came up in him again and maybe you provoked him a little too much with your words what you could do to him now, if you had been at home and not there.

What should you say ... It just had to end in his old youth room.

You should say again that you were uncomfortable doing it in public, when you were already much more naughty.

"Me? Maybe you shrieked like that," you winked in his direction before he pulled you by the wrist and whispered the words in your ear that gave you goosebumps knowing you would bite because it was just typically you.

The embarrassing evening already repressed, because fuck it, you only lived once.

Whether his younger brother had noticed it, was actually not so important, because it never let your relationship become weird.

So fuck it!

"Tonight. You and me in that Jacuzzi."

Why not escape from this hell called "family vacation" and give yourself to something that had long been his?

Give yourself to you and you to him.

Fully and completely.

When the house was empty and you were alone.

• • • • • • •

If there was one thing you appreciated more than his rough yet caring manner, it was the words he always kept.

If he was a villain he would probably never give up to get what he wanted.

And it was okay.

You loved it, god, everything about him and getting you then turned out to be a real challenge. One he was only too happy to accept.

He didn't give up no matter how untouchable you seemed - his persistence paid off in the end.

Because now he had not only the most loving, but in his eyes also the most beautiful being at his side. You had definitely fallen for him, but he, he was much more to you.

With every cell of his body.

"The dress suits you."

Your curves in this red fall, which moved lasciviously to the beat of the music in the background.

Your lips, on which was a cheeky smile and the color matching the dress left an imprint on the champagne glass.

Tingly and fruity, like his lips, which were sipping the liquid themselves before and over which you let your tongue glide, which he was only too happy to open for you.

This kiss ... only the beginning of so many of tonight that lay ahead of you.

Accordingly, it did not last too long.

Not too long.

Not enough ...

But enough to want more to become addicted to it - to him.

This desire for you increased immeasurably in him ... but it was still much too early to become weak now.

You, on the other hand, were less able to hold back, but he interrupted you with his finger between your lips.

Confused and somewhat repulsed, your next question was thus only natural for him.

"Did I-"

"No. You didn't do anything wrong. Come on."

His intention was not to unsettle you, but to give you back today something of what you gave him all these years - safety.

As sure as he clasped your hand with his and guided you.

Your eyes wandered. Wandered from him to the sea of red blossoms.

"You've gone to a lot of trouble."

Of course he had. Albeit a little with the help of his sister before they left for that stupid family dinner.

At least she only helped buy the roses, he did the rest.

And apparently you liked it, your eyes scrutinizing her surroundings while his never missed your reaction.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" you chortled next.

"No, you know how I feel about that."

Yea ...

And with each time it stung a little bit more in your heart while you thought you could finally make friends with this thought.

Too early rejoiced.

Because no, you simply could not suppress this desire. No matter how hard you tried. For him.

"Yep."

"Don't be mad now."

You weren't, really, but you were already sick of this topic. Marriage was never an option, because he thought absolutely nothing of all this crap and this arranged marriage of his parents was to blame.

But to worry about it now was not fair, after all, he gave out all the candles and rose petals for you here. Not for himself, but just for you.

Absolutely corny and yet ... more than attentive from someone like him who had absolutely nothing to do with romance. All that to get the stress out of your tired bones.

And that made you smile against his chest inhaling the tart note of his perfume into your nose as you could think nothing else of having found the best man for you. Because no matter what he did you felt good, let's put aside the topic of children and marriage - it was just trivial and it didn't matter if you wore a ring on your finger or not. What mattered was once again only the here and now with him in this sea of soft scents and kisses that he gave you.

Hands wandering over his shirt, running over and over his upper arms and finally under the dark fabric to expose what you so eagerly wanted to touch - what you wanted to feel. Your fingers - like electric little flashes on his ever-warm skin. Charged, almost tingling through his whole body to his present erection you felt on you and which Tōya didn't hide either the way he pressed it against you. He never minded drawing your attention to it and showing you how much he wanted you.

His shirt finally tossed carelessly on the floor you ran his contours along his stomach. Tōya had never been well-toned, had no six-pack no broad shoulders, but you could never have cared less. He was perfect. Yes, to you he definitely was no matter in what way. Whether he was not the master chef, especially neat or a little reserved, he definitely had other qualities and even his flaws you loved about him.

"Do you actually know what you're doing to me?" asking between kisses. Gasping and greedy.

It was addictive this feeling of your tongue against his, how it turned and explored every inch as if it was your last time. Those pleasurable sounds that escaped you - he wanted more of it.

More of you.

More of this.

His next grab the zipper of your dress which he slowly, far too slowly unzipped as he carefully slipped it off your skin and it fell to the floor to see you in all your glory, taking his breath away bit by bit. No matter how many more times he got to see you like this - it was intoxicating every time.

Shoes slipped off as you smiled and walked away from him.

Your much too charming walk into the Jacuzzi, step by step, almost made him lose his mind. He eyed you closely.

Every visible scar on you.

Every other step.

Those perfect hips, around which the water nestled like silk. How you placed yourself there in the water on the rise and looked at him longingly.

Just everything.

"You'll have to undress more if you want to join me."

"You can help me too."

Playfully you caught your lip between your teeth as you slowly moved back through the water towards him.

"Should I?" grinning, your tongue slid over his neck, continuing to move down his chest more and more.

Slowly, agonizingly. It drove him crazy how you used your tongue while kissing down every inch of his exposed upper part of the body. Playing around his pierced nipple with your tongue, leaving nothing but a tingling sensation on his pale skin with each successive kiss.

The way you looked at him from below with that damn innocent look - god he wanted you, and right now.

If you kept this up, kept kissing along the hem of his boxers while you kept gently pulling the fabric with your teeth, he'd grab you just like that and take you right then and there. But you, you had completely different plans with him.

"You have two healthy hands, don't you? Why don't you do it yourself?"

Grinning cheekily, you wandered back left to your previous place - never taking your eyes off him, who still stood there a bit confused and slightly annoyed. You made your order clearer, because no reaction came. Not the desired one and you told him bluntly what you wanted him to do.

"Undress. And slowly~"

"The fuck? Ur kidding me?", your lustful look - following that cheeky grin - told him exactly how serious you were.

"Aw fuck."

He did it, sighing, without further hesitation, your eyes following his every move until he stood before you completely naked. With your finger signaling him to move towards you, he did it, again without saying anything in response he obeyed.

"We should try role-playing sometime."

Hands crashed left and right of you, while he looked down at you questioningly.

"What makes you think that?"

And you, catching his white strands smiled at him.

"Well, this really had its ... charm."

Pointing to your clothes on the stones and all the red and pink from roses on which they lay. Your soft spot lay more like this on - more equals more appealing. Sure, nothing was nicer than skin on skin, but certain clothes? It was worlds of difference so why no "role-playing" as foreplay? Maybe even a certain ever chattering feathered creature included in your "game"?

"I'll keep it in mind."

But the fantasy with Hawks in a threesome ... you'd better not bring up now.

After all, this was just about the two of you. Wet hands slid over his skin, leaving goose bumps before he leaned down to you. His, however, slid over your thigh and in between. Caressing this sensitive spot - your sharp intake of breath like music in his ears.

"So, do you still mind being out here now?"

"No."

"Why?"

Your lips trembling from the rising lust inside you. He played with you and a mind as he brushed one hand over your sensitive nipples - alternating between the two. His tongue used where you felt cold metal as it gave you the rest.

How much you wanted his pierced tongue elsewhere now - wanted to feel - wanted to feel what it was already doing to you too often.

But it was, to your disappointment, just one of his fingers sliding into you and oh~ you hated it because it didn't feel complete.

"Because I just ... I want-"

Until he finally added his second. He knew. Knew how much you focused on him and his fingers that made you breathe hard.

He noticed how you were falling more and more and losing your inhibitions.

Piece by piece - your moans more and more uncontrolled. Like wax, yes, you were in his hands and he enjoyed every single sound that escaped your lips.

"You want me to ... what?"

"I want ... Ngh fuck."

"Say it. What do you want?"

He wanted to hear his name come out of your mouth and he knew what buttons to push on you to make you give yourself completely to him.

"I can play this game just like you, only better."

They said still waters run deep and that was definitely true for both of you.

"Look at me doing it."

His voice was soft, just like his movements. The way your muscles tightened, you biting down on your now smeared red lips with that look of lust, causing more heat from him.

It was like when you two first made love.

Addictive.

Bodies made for each other.

But it was never enough.

Never would be.

Tōya slowed his movements knowing full well how you reacted to such things. Pushed to the edge of your orgasm, he left you hanging right there in the air, and when you felt his fingers leave you, you could only clench your teeth and state your disappointment.

"Wha-"

"I'll take it slow."

It felt abortive, pent-up lust that found no release. Locked in that boiling body that trembled with arousal.

He reached under your thighs and lifted you up onto the edge of the pool, where he placed you. Your legs automatically sought hold around his hips, which pressed against you - as they rubbed against each other without restraint.

This feeling - skin on skin - it was indescribable.

Your surroundings only filled by your kisses and the muffled moans that escaped in between. The way you clawed into his back, painful but so, so satisfying just like the tug of his hair, fingers desperately clawing into that fluffy now damp white. Never interrupting the kisses that led from your lips down to your collarbone. Leaving visible marks that he was sure everyone would see - you didn't care.

However ... the going slow thing was really turning out to be a problem.

He couldn't take it anymore, breathing more and more choppy.

Your boyfriend wanted you, and he wanted you now.

Fuck going slow - Tōya had no more patience to hold back.

"Shall we move over?" he breathed against your wet skin, each touch stealing your last sanity.

Any restraint no longer bearable.

Your lust completely in your grip as he grabbed you and the next moment you were no longer lying in the warm Jacuzzi, but on the green lawn, this dimensional towel under you - above you this shining sea of stars.

The sudden change in temperature might have become critical under other circumstances, but he kept you both warm - with his natural warmth that you had already been allowed to feel not only all over your body, but also in your heart for five years.

Both legs placed next to your hip - hovering over you on his knees, while one corner of his mouth twitched.

"Are you going to look at me like this forever?" you breathed heavily.

If it could be done, yes.

If he could, he would capture everything here.

Every detail.

From your slight smirk, every single drop that ran down your skin, the subtle scent of your perfume that never changed even after the years - it was still the same as when you stormed into each other - to your eyes that fixed only on him.

"Tōya, do it already."

"What? I think you need to rephrase it."

"Stop playing games and fuck me already."

From then on, right now, everything felt like it was in a frenzy.

Your shells have long since fallen just like your mind.

Only he could make you feel so safe, all his kisses leaving a wet trail on your skin, over your nipples, his hand around your thigh and when you finally felt his cock between your legs, which he first just grazed against you before entering you with a thrust.

He was careful, for now, going slow so as not to make you feel uncomfortable. But there was just unbridled lust that made you both groan slightly, but mostly in relief. Your fingers clawing into his upper arms, his buried in the grass that surrounded you.

"Fuck. How do you feel even better every time?"

Moaned Tōya next to your ear and let his hips bounce against yours again and again.

Finally you got what you've been craving for the past few days. Lying down under him, your current problem pushed aside - faded out.

"Ngh~ I want ... all of you."

Your eyes already opened again, only to lose yourself in this blue ocean of his eyes, further forgetting what you should have to said long ago.

"Whole, huh?"

He knew how to make you float, to make you see stars like the ones up there. How he had to touch you to trigger just that state of complete ecstasy in you.

Moaning, he grabbed your left leg to put it over his shoulder and finally let you feel him completely, penetrating you even deeper and hitting that point inside you that completely blew your mind.

Just that, just the way you wanted it.

Right leg bent, you noticed Tōya straightening up, fingers gripping tighter and tighter around your thigh, digging into your tender flesh, the other hand never leaving your pelvis.

Deeper, faster.

That speed not only made you forget, it made you beg.

For more.

The pleading for release.

The one you needed more than just to be able to think clearly again.

"C'mon, cum for me. I want to hear you. Fuck ..."

Those words that pierced through the air, coupled with his gaze ...

Your eyes always looking into each other's eyes, shining with the moonlight. You did not even think that it could turn you on even more but your pelvis stretched automatically towards him.

Your desire to finally cum was too great.

"Ngh~ exactly ... like this, Tōya~," you gasped in pure excitement, drops of water long since replaced by beads of sweat running down his forehead. His natural warmth taking over your entire body as he leaned down to you, one arm braced beside your head for stability, to thrust into you once more at a pace that made you scream.

There was nothing rough, just naked emotion and passion - love.

Pure love that was palpable to you in his every touch, because in the first place there was only you.

"Shit ... deeper ..."

Harder.

Unable to form a sensible sentence, he finally gave you that long-awaited release.

Your satisfaction and release.

The right angle of his thrusts, getting sloppier and sloppier, brought you your orgasm.

That Pure vulnerability beneath him, the trembling of your legs and the reverberating sounds from your dry throat made him moan loudly himself before he cum inside you and you felt that warmth fill your insides.

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Starbright

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Wet skin on wet skin as he dropped on top of you, out of breath. Your arms wrapped right around his neck and you with one hand through his damp hair.

This moment right here ... exactly this one, probably one of the most beautiful in your whole relationship. Where only love had a place between you.

But ... There was something else you had to said. And even though you knew it could ruin everything here, there was no way around it.

"Tōya? I have something to tell you."

So is that why you started to say so carefully.

"Oh fuck, that kind of thing never means anything good. Was this one of those bad goodbye fucks before you leave?" he murmured sarcastically while his head still rested on your chest. Goosebumps causing there where his hot breath met your skin.

Better now than never. What should happen except to give him an early heart attack?

White hair was already out of the question - he already had it.

The revelation was just something he had so zero desire for, but hey, fuck it.

Taking a deep breath before you might have been the one who got that heart attack and barely exhaling the air again you were already doing nails with heads.

"I think I'm pregnant."

Short and sweet, why beat around the bush that was just not your style and his anyway. But instead of saying something you heard nothing from him.

Not a sound.

You didn't even feel his breath on your skin anymore.

Oh shit.

Only loud swallowing was what you heard. Your heartbeat was too fast and suddenly it was his eyes, which examined your features closely, if you were not fooling him.

"How? That's practically impossible."

Practically - yes.

Theoretically - no.

This wasn't April Fools' Day, where you didn't understand why that pesky day existed anyway. This was naked reality, not a joke, not a ... dream.

You that 1% of 99 where the pill probably nicely fucked up its effect.

"I'm not sure either ... It doesn't have to mean anything that my period has already stopped for the second time. Thought it was actually the stress, but now I'm not sure."

"We are much too young."

24 years was usually an age when most people were still looking for themselves and honestly you couldn't imagine becoming a mother, but if it was really going to be something that needed your love, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"And ... I don't really know if I would make a good father. I mean, you know how I feel about all that stuff."

That's just where the problem was. How many times did this issue come up around all of this? Far too often, whether it was through you or through your families, and each time he made his point.

No was just that with him - a clear no.

But ... giving up was not an option for you. Of course, you accepted his opinion, but you could try, couldn't you?

What did you have to lose?

Close your eyes and go through.

"Will you marry me?"

Tōya's eyes widened in disbelief.

Did you just-

"Are you proposing to me right now?"

He hadn't even properly digested your confession when you blindsided him with the next sticking point. Because you were not one to do things by halves and he loved it. Annoying sure, but way too adorable to resent you.

"If you won't do it, then I will, Todoroki."

He couldn't help but chuckle at your attempt to remain serious, while he detached himself from you to look up at the sky beside you.

You lingered like that for a few minutes, lying quietly next to each other, until he broke the silence between you.

"Do you see the stars there? If ... they are in the right constellation, it means good luck for someone."

Tōya turned his head directly to you to be able to look into your eyes, which, despite a self-confident appearance, rather radiated uncertainty.

You didn't know when he became a fucking astrologer, but you discovered something new about him that night.

"Is that your way of saying "yes"?"

What a question - you knew the answer.

He carefully brushed one of your strands behind your ear, while you looked at him expectantly, waiting for his answer, which you already knew how it would be.

"Who knows."

Laughing, you hit him on the chest, spreading soft kisses on the back of his hand as you left his answer just like that.

After all, you didn't need marriage to be happy - you already were.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

And his words were like a balm for your soul.

Nothing in this world is as precious as those unforgettable moments.

You wanted this life with him - whether married, with a child, a house or even without all that.

After all, the value was not in such things as these, but only in the person with whom you shared your dreams and desires.

The one who gave you the feeling of being at home.

This person was him, the man with whom you spent the most beautiful, but also the worst moments and you wanted to keep it that way forever.

Together with him - your ... fiancé.

Or at least something like that?

Or even just with your boyfriend and it was ok.

Yaha~ really.

Everything else would become clear in the near future anyway, but until then, you'd much rather keep looking at the stars on this clear night.

"Yes, I know that Tōya."

The stars that meant your happiness, right?

pictures by brittany

#touya todoroki #takami keigo #bnha au #mha #my hero acedamia #touya x y/n #todoroki family

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casspurrjoybell-33 · 8 months

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Wreckless - The Delivery

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

I get a call on Tuesday morning from some dude saying they'll arrive in twenty minutes.

I have no idea what he's talking about but the signal is so bad that I can't really ask.

I assume he called the wrong number and forget about it until a big truck pulls up in front of my house and two guys hop out.

"Emmett Locke? We've got your uh, let's see, washer, dryer and refrigerator. Is your old fridge empty?"

Why the fuck would it be empty?

"There's some..."

Finnegan... no mistake.

Finnegan... fuck.

"We'll start with the washer and dryer, says here there's a basement? Is there a door around back?"

"Can you guys just hold on a minute?"

I need to call Finnegan... now.

"Not really man, got two more before lunch."

The other guy is already opening the back of the truck and unloading shit.

This isn't their fault and I should tell them to leave but my head is sort of spinning and...

"Fine. I'll unlock the back and empty the fridge, door's under the deck."

My fridge isn't that bad, really, it just rattles sometimes when the compressor comes on.

And yes, I have to keep it set to freezing cold and sometimes, in July and August, it gets a little iffy as to whether or not I wanna risk milk that's been in there awhile but I'm used to it.

I pull my cell-phone out as I head to the basement.

Finnegan doesn't answer his cell so I try the office number once I'm back upstairs, using my free hand to toss everything from my fridge onto the counters and table.

What the HELL?

"Good morning, Vice-President Finnegan Walker's line."

"Is he free... it's Emmett Locke."

I'm not sure if she knows who I am or my name but it just comes out.

"I'm sorry, he's in a shareholder meeting, can I take a message? He should finish up just before noon."

Because noon is when we're meeting for lunch.

"No, no thank you."

Emmett has bigger things to deal with than his boyfriend blowing a gasket over some white-good appliances.

Still.

I look out the window and the washer is heading inside.

I know it's the washer because it has a huge round window on the front.

It looks like a fancy one.

They've got it on straps between them and are just carrying it... that always amazes me.

Ten minutes later they're knocking on the front door and I run downstairs to peek while they move the fridge out.

Damn... these are nice.

That makes things more complicated because I would have bought the cheapest little dryer they had.

This set probably cost two grand and paying him back is going to kill me.

Fuck, if the washer and dryer are this fancy, the fridge must be.... I run upstairs.

Holy shit, it's one of those big french refrigerators... is that what they're called?

The top has two doors and then there's a small wide drawer below it and a huge one at the bottom.

It gleams. It's quiet. It's probably already cold.

It has water and ice in the door.

I love it. I can't keep it... can I?

But they took mine so... shit.

"Sign here," the man demands, slapping a paper down on the one bit of counter space I still have.

"They're all set up except the fridge water, have to have a plumber run a line. Have a good day," and then they're gone... the truck lumbering up the road.

I spend at least fifteen minutes putting stuff into my new fridge and freezer.

It's so bright and it's huge.

I re-arrange things twice and then figure I'll sort the rest out before I hit the store later.

I have plenty of laundry to do and take a load down, then realize I can fit another half a load in, as well.

The washer is enormous.

I usually wash my really dirty work clothes twice but this has a heavy duty cycle, a pre-wash, an extra rinse and all sorts of things.

The only thing it doesn't do is put the clothes into the dryer when it's done.

Damn, rich folks live nice.

I have no idea what I'm going to do about any of this.

I'm sort of pissed but I can't go into his office and let loose in the middle of his work day.

Emmett did it to be nice... I get that and I know he won't want me to pay him back which will be another battle.

I pull out my cell-phone, hit the Home Depot web site and try to figure out how much he spent.

It doesn't help... the fridge alone probably costs more than all the other appliances in my house combined, well before the new laundry set.

He shouldn't have done this.

It's gotten late and I need to stop by the deli and grab some salads for lunch with Finn and it'll be busy.

When I get to Finnegan's office Megan buzzes him, then she tells me to head right in.

"Hi Emmett."

He looks really happy to see me but his face sours a bit... probably in response to mine.

"Did you get them?"

"Yeah, salads from 'Finches' and four grand worth of appliances. It's been a busy morning."

"Are you mad at me? Please don't be mad, Emmett."

"I am a little but we'll talk about it later. Here you go, lunch."

I hand him the Chef's Salad and then pull mine out as well.

"I wanted to do something nice for you."

I hold in my sigh.

I know that's why he did it.

"I would have handled it, Finnegan."

"I know... I know you would have."

"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

I've been doing it for a long time.

Finnegan walks over and puts his hand on my arm.

"I know that. I know you can take good care of yourself or I wouldn't trust you to take care of me."

Some of the tension slides off of my shoulders.

"I know you were trying to be nice but it's going to take forever for me to pay you back," and put the new car off for another year.

Finnegan scoffs and looks at me like I'm crazy.

"They're a gift, you're not paying me back."

"Finnegan..." I start but he holds his hand up to silence me.

"No. You had a situation that needed to be fixed. I had an easy way to do that. So I did. You would have done the same for me, you know you would have. You DO the same for me all the time."

"I don't throw money at you, Finnegan."

"No, although you're stubborn enough about it to make me crazy. No, you fix things in other ways. You make me laugh, you tell me things are okay, that I'm okay. You help me relax so I can get through the week. You make sure I eat well, do my laundry, make sure I go to doctor appointments, make sure my car is up and running. I have very few ways of doing things for you, okay? Look, it was a lot of money for you and I get that but it's not a big deal for me and you're just going to have to accept that."

Okay, he has a point.. several points.

"I don't like you spending money on me."

"Get over it. I bought you a t-shirt at the zoo and you didn't mind too much."

"Because... that was fifteen bucks."

"$19.99, Emmett. $19.99."

He's... he's... why am I laughing?

"There's not much difference to me, Emmett and I promise that I can still pay my rent this week."

"I know. I just wish you had talked to me about it first."

Finnegan nods.

"Yeah, I should have. I thought about it but I knew you'd argue. Still, I should have. I will next time... if you promise to a least think about it and try to be reasonable."

"Next time?"

"Hey, I didn't buy the matching dishwasher, microwave and stove and let me tell you. I wanted to get you the whole pretty set. I may still do it, can I?"

"No."

Not that it wouldn't look sweet as hell.

"You didn't even think about it Emmett but maybe you'll think better with your cock down my throat. I'm more than happy to let you take out some frustration on me while you reconsider."

The little brat... he's such a little shit.

"No... I'm mad at you."

But not really, well maybe... no, no... I'm not.

Just sort of unhappy with the whole situation.

I've decided to be mostly mad at my dryer for breaking in the first place.

I cross my arms over my chest and he laughs.

"You sound like a little. Now just keep your hands there and out of my way."

"Finnegan. Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. I just headed up a shareholder meeting and the only thing that got me through it was thinking about you and this. I have interviews this afternoon for a new head of accounting and I need, capital N E E D, some of you if I have any hope of making it through. Please Emmie? You got your delivery today and now I need mine."

He's on his knees, waiting and I sort of like him there like that.

"I brought you lunch."

"Yes, you did but I need dessert too. I'm a very hungry boy."

Apparently today won't be the day I learn to say no to him either.

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Anyways after that (d3 time) u forget about Stahl 😭, and Dean admits he thinks he likes me bc he's not gonna be with us at Eden Hall so he's like yolo and he gets so happy when you (I judt realized I keep switching from you/I but thats bc I'm trying to explain it from ur pov, but im litersllt just self inserting😭) anyways so you continue to date, even saying that you'll keep in touch and everything (which you do) . Before y lwave thi he makes fulton promise that he will wathmxh over you while hes not there, (although he knows youre fully capable of tsking care of yourself) judt so he knows ur safe. and so you tell him how everything is, and you tell him how Adam was put into varsity. Then you talk abt how there's this one guy Cole, (aka the guy dean flips onto/over the plexiglass later) who always tries flirting with you despite varsity hating jv, and he's like "did u tell him u have a bf" and obviously u did, but he doesn't care bc "your boyfriend isn't here is he?" and so dean gets pissed, saying he'll beat this guy up if he ever sees him, etc. etc. but for now Fulton is ur BFF and personal bodyguard. Anyways so it comes time where varsity said they were taking jv out for dinner, and judt your luck your sat between Cole on your left (who probably planned all of it out) and Fulton on ur right. So cold keeps putting his arm around your chair, basically on ur shoulders atp and ur motioning to fult to try something, so fulton asks him abt this ring he had on (probably something his dad paid for idk) so that way he shows it off, but when he's done, Cole puts his hand on ur knee (gross) and so ur judt there like 😟 "umm I judt remembered I have extra goalie practice eith coach so I gotta go, but thank you guys for dinner" and then u leave. So while ur gone obviously they're planning the whole cake thing and when varsity stands up to leave, fulton grabs cole and is like "leave her alone man she has a boyfriend" and he's like "idc he's not here," and then leaves, which gets fulton pissed but even more so when he sees the cake.

oops i passed the limit again 🫢

BRO I REALLY DIG THIS PLOTLINE-

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 2 years

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I just read your jeremy thirst and oh my god its so good, imagine if dion would take a liking towards them tho💀, and i hope that you're doing well and dont forget to drink water! Love u <33

i mean, knowing that dion was prone to doing anything to get under roxanne's skin as seen in the manhwa, and had even pissed jeremy off. jeremy is also shown to harbor distaste for dion, so he'd probably just take his time in toying with you and leaving behind very noticeable and burning hickies and bites, knowing damn well that it'll just only piss off his younger brother even more.

also big fat warning, bc it's fucking dion, and anyone who's read the manhwa or novel knows that anything this man does is enough to put him on the fbi's watchlist,,

dion's vision burns at the sight of you. the sight of your body trembling underneath his touch, like a little rabbit about to be devoured by a wolf. it's cute, amusing, and thrilling.

he likes toying around with you, loves taunting you with the idea of hope before crushing it with his bare hands. the faces that you make when he tugs and tugs on the chain to your collar, courtesy of jeremy, makes something in him burn. now he can understand why that brat kept you around, not even bothering to tear you apart to expose your insides to depraved eyes or let his pets have a new snack.

" ghhkー! sーstop!" you choke and heave when he finally stops tugging on the damn chain, ignoring the way his red eyes bore and burn into youーit's so fucking disgusting. drool leaks out from your mouth as if you were a rabid dog, but you've learned to not really care about that anymore. well, you do, but it's not like it matters, not right now.

"ー!" your breath chokes in your throat when movement from the corner of your eyes catches your attention. dion crouches down in front of you, one knee down as if proposingーheh, how funnyー and his big hands reach for your neck. your crushed and bruised windpipe.

" stー!" the words die in your mouth as his fingers graze the back of the collar, before the sound of metal clinking against each other. you grunt as it begins to loosen, only squeezing onceーbarely. an imprisoned breath flows from your parted lips as the collar falls to the cold floor with a loud and metallic clunk.

" aーah.." you hadn't realized how long it'd been since the collar had been removed, no thanks to jeremy and his attempts to make you look at him, perhaps to fill that void of love he could never have. but the most the damn brat could do was just push and push, frustration only growing at your defiance.

" ... " dion stays quiet, watching as you weakly squeeze and grope at your throat, heavily breathing at the lack of a constrictive hold. you don't even know why he's here in the first placeーto just kill off whatever remained of you? why, you were already on the verge of giving up anyway, so whyー?

" your neck." you jolt when his deep voice, now like death to your ears, speaks up after a prolonged silence from him. " it's healed." just that blunt statement is enough to shake your very core.

he knows, you knowーthe possessive and frequent indents left behind are gone. it's obvious why he knows, no thanks to jeremy having paraded you around like a trophy to anyone willing to spare a glance. and dion, unfortunately, had been one to have seen you.

dion pushes forward, bloody red eyes boring so deep into yours that they're beginning to feel like daggers digging and scraping inside your cranium. his face is uncomfortably close to yours, and if this were under different circumstances, a different life perhaps, you would've found him to be handsome. but he's nothing but another demon to torment and make you cry until your very being breaks.

a choked breath that's akin to a sob breaks free when dion's hands suddenly grip your wrists, holding them with such force that you're sure bruises are already forming. you can't even protest or get a word in edgeways because before you can even make a noise, dion's scorching hot breath fans across your skin, burning like a desert wind.

" stoー" those killed words feel like poison on your lips as dion's lips trace and press against your neck, and you momentarily freeze up. it ticklesーa shudder breaks through your body as you try to lean away, but to little avail. dion won't let go.

" right here." he breathes, and you feel his now open mouth begin to nibble at the dip of your collarboneーgently, like a curious first bite. but where he nibbled, he devoured.

" ghhー! mmnhh..!" biting your lip, you just clench your eyes shut tightly as dion's teeth sink into the flesh of your collarbone, digging and pressing deep enough to draw blood. it feels less like a human biting you and more like a monster savoring its meal, enjoying how its prey drowned in despair.

no matter how much you push back against him, it's utterly uselessーhe's an agriche, this sort of struggle is nothing more than a measly insect being crushed underfoot for him. but it's better than just sitting there and letting it happen. you feel like puking from the sheer pain and utter humiliation assaulting you.

your nails can't even reach far enough to lash at him, so instead, you dig them into the flat of your palm, hard enough to break and pierce the skin. but you don't care, the pain will be uncomfortable, yes, but it would be better than to focus on dion's bites across your skin.

seeming satisfied, or perhaps bored with just bites, dion begins to suck and lick at the wounds, wetly and horribly loving every inch of bruised skin.

" mmnhh...sーshit...unnhh..!" and what's worse is that it feels somewhat good, despite the horrible pain left behind by that damn bastard's teeth. it's enough to make your head spin and your cheeks growing hotter with each passing second of his mouth on your skin. " d...ion...stoー"

he doesn't, dion doesn't stop. he just keeps going, now occasionally pressing kisses in between each new hickey he makes across your skin, like paint across a canvas. it's becoming too much, too overwhelming and you feel like you're gonna pass out if he doesn't stop.

" stop struggling. just accept it." when dion finally pulls away, he's no longer stoic. he's smiling, smugly like he's just won a new trophy. but it terrifies you, and you feel like crying, but hold it in. he wants you to cry and see your puffy eyes dewy with tears as you beg for an end to his physical love.

" so just let it happen." his eyes drift down to your lips, and you feel a part of you die on the inside.

#lati thirsts #tw yandere #dion agriche x reader #manhwa x reader #yandere dion agriche

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phantomrose96 · 3 years

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Buds After the Frost

This was supposed to be a short warm-up writing exercise yesterday and then it got... longer. Enjoy!!

...

The doors opened for Maddie Fenton with a pneumatic hiss. Pressurized nitrogen released, splitting open the vacuum seal on the door as its twin halves slid apart, slotting into the wall-mounted sleeves. The nitrogen misted out, cold and dry, air currents catching in swirls around Maddie Fenton’s lab coat. Her feet thocked against hollow metal, amplified by the coldness and the vastness of the containment room beyond.

She paused short of the specimen’s cell, mindful attention drawn to the panel of controls nested rightmost against the wall. The monitor read out stats, tracked metrics of the specimen’s heartrate and blood oxygenation and blood pressure. Dials beneath the screens offered her means of interaction, manipulating the cage’s environment without needing to tamper with it by hand. She ignored these, as she had been ignoring them the entire time, and paid mind only to the single switch which would seal shut the doors behind her.

She pressed it. Another pneumatic hiss followed, locking out the world behind her. Her breath curled, cold. She and the specimen were alone.

“No coffee this morning?” he asked.

Maddie sat down at the control panel, elbow leaning against the dashboard for support. She turned to the cage. “No. One of the interns broke the pot last night. New one should be delivered today.”

Phantom let out a huff of air. “You mean in this whole gigantic mega-hyper-futuristic government lab, there’s nothing that can stand in as a coffee pot?”

“I wouldn’t stay employed long if I tried using equipment to brew coffee.”

“Use one of the big ectoplasm beakers. Ectoplasm washes out with soap and water. Just suds it up and throw it in the coffee maker. I’m an expert about these things.”

“It’s more about protocol.”

Phantom waved her off. “’Protocol.’ Bureaucracy is standing between you and a delicious cup of ectoplasmic coffee, Dr. Fenton.”

Maddie looked forward now, taking him in. He’d hovered to the front of the cell, translucent reinforced glass separating him from the rest of the lab. Green eyes shined above a cheeky smile, a dusting of loose white hairs falling over his eyes, the rest of his bangs swept slightly to the side. His tailed flickered, his aura pulsed, his vital readings blipped out steady, normal, healthy.

“Phantom?”

“Yeah?”

Maddie paused.

“Why are you still here?”

The ghost boy let out a small guffaw. He motioned his arms around him, hands waving. “I dunno. Maybe the big ghost-proof box I’m in has something to do with it?”

“The shield is down, Phantom,” Maddie answered quietly. She set her eyes to Phantom, investigating. “…I put it down last night. It’s down now. You knew this.”

Phantom took just a moment too long to react, eyebrows arching up. “Oh, huh! Nope I didn’t notice. I mean it’s not like I’m constantly throwing myself at the barrier to electrocute myself so no I just didn’t try getting past it last night so I didn’t notice.”

“Phantom,” Maddie said again, voice measured, words stern. “You saw me crank down the dial that controls the shield.”

“Well I don’t know what all those buttons and dials do.”

“Yes you do. You’ve been observing me since day 1. You knew.”

Phantom kicked back in the air, floating a fraction back and higher. “Well maybe I thought it was a trap, I dunno. Or maybe I just like to get in your head, you know? What unpredictable thing will Phantom do next! Gotta write another 200 equations about ghost theory to figure that one out, Dr. Fenton.”

“Phantom.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you not want to leave?”

“Oh I wanna leave.”

“Then why aren’t you?”

“We’re having a conversation. That’d be rude.”

“Will you leave as soon as I exit the room?”

“Who knows?”

“Phantom.”

“Yeah?”

Maddie stood. She left her chair and the control panel behind. She walked up to the specimen cage instead. It was cubic, a skeleton of metal bar ribbings with a metal mesh that plastered the glass sides like a membrane. The top anchored to the ceiling, the bottom—raised by about a foot—anchored to a pedestal on the floor. Maddie stared through the mesh into Phantom’s eyes.

“Is there anyone who realizes you’re missing?” she asked.

Phantom chewed on the question. “Nah. Well um, trick question, actually. Probably not. Assuming I do this right, then no one has even realized I’m gone.”

��Do what ‘right’?”

“You know that thing about Clockwork I explained?”

“You said he’s the ghost that controls time and reality.”

“Yeah. SUPER powerful.”

“And you said you …were from one of those other realities.”

Phantom nodded. “Maybe I touched some things in Clockwork’s lair I wasn’t actually allowed to touch. Jury’s still out on whether I’m in trouble for that or not. I’ve been a little too ‘stuck in this reality’ to know if Clockwork is pissed. But yeah, I got um, bopped into your reality instead of mine. So technically my reality is lacking me right now, and yeah there’s people there who’d know I’m missing.”

Phantom flipped upside-down, as though laying on his back. He rested his palms beneath his head, elbows out, suspended in an invisible hammock, head tilted far back so that he still stared at Maddie. “Especially since it’s been, what, a month that I’ve been gone?”

“2 weeks.”

“What? No way. I’ve been here absolutely forever it has to have been at least a month.”

“This is day 14 of your observation, Phantom.”

Phantom blew a strand of hair out of his face. “Anyway. Two weeks is still long enough to have a search party out on my butt. But whether or not that’s happened is up to – it’s kind of a Schrodinger thing. Because here’s my strategy. Assuming Clockwork hasn’t banned me from reality-hopping forever, I can just get him to send me back to my own reality at the precise moment in time I vanished. And then bam, no one ever knows I was gone. And it makes no difference whether I do that today, or next week, or next month. So assuming you eventually let me go, then I’m all set there.”

“You say that almost like you don’t care when it happens.”

“I dunno, more like I’m just not losing sleep over it. It’s not like I have a say in the matter. You do. I don’t.”

“Is the time you spend here just meaningless, to you?”

“I wouldn’t say meaningless. I’m still aging goddammit.”

“You’re a ghost.”

“I’m complex.” Phantom flipped right-side-up again. “If I start growing facial hair, send me back. I’m gonna have some awkward questions to answer if I show up again with a ghost beard suddenly.”

“…And what if I never send you back?” Maddie asked, careful with her words. “How does your plan work if you stay here forever? If I destroy you first?”

“Um. …It doesn’t, I guess.” Phantom set a hand to his chin, thinking. “Yeah um, please don’t do that. I don’t wanna worry my whole family like that.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“What part?”

“That you have a family.”

“I mean. I think that came up in Interrogation Session #3. Consult your notes.”

“I just have a hard time believing you.”

“Because I’m a ghost?”

“Yes.”

“I’m a complex ghost.”

“I know. You keep saying that.”

“It’s true.”

Silence filtered in between them.

“…What is your family like, Phantom?”

Phantom stiffened a fraction, his eyes finding Maddie’s and shifting away. “Oh, you know, family.”

“Do they exist here too?”

“Huh?”

“You’re from another reality, at least you’re claiming you are.”

“I gotta be. The me from this reality died 6 months ago, didn’t he?”

“The you from most realities is dead, Phantom. You’re a ghost.”

“A complex ghost.”

“The you from this reality was destroyed 6 months ago.”

“Which you validated with your own sciencey equipment, right? You said so! So you know I’m not lying. Unless you think I recombobulated myself from being a protoplasmic smear on the sidewalk.” Phantom caught himself, registering the flinch in Maddie’s body. He deflated a bit, eyes averted. “S-sorry. Inconsiderate phrasing.”

“Why?” Maddie asked, tone flat, blunt.

Phantom’s eyes shifted back. “Um. Just. You know. That accident was. There were um, you know—”

“Human causalities.”

Phantom squirmed. “We don’t have to talk about that, you know? No one wants to talk about that. Okay as a ghost I guess ‘talking about how I died’ is sort of a bit more normal, but this is weird yeah, ‘talking about how an alternate-me died permanently’? That’s morbid. No one wants to talk about that.”

“Okay then. You can go back to answering my previous question.”

“Um. I forget.”

“Does your family exist in this reality?”

“Um, well who really knows, you know? I had like a grand total of 20 minutes of freedom in this reality before you captured me, so, don’t ask me like I’m any kind of expert about your reality. What’s it matter?”

“I want to know if there’s anyone in this reality who’s mourning you.”

Phantom’s face schismed with surprise. His front dropped, and the first look of genuine emotion sank into his glowing eyes. “Woah… That’s um, weirdly nice, of you, I guess. Why do you… want to know?”

Maddie said nothing.

“I. Um. I think the answer is no? So don’t um. Worry about that. If you were worried? Which is weird. I’m the enemy, aren’t I? Evil spooky ghost to be studied?”

“I’m not so sure what you are…” Maddie answered. “I heard you got destroyed trying to save them.”

“The um… the human casualties?”

“Yes.”

“I said we don’t have to talk about that.”

“Phantom.”

“What?”

“Do you know who they were?”

“The… casualties?”

“Yes.”

“Come on we’re on a different topic now.”

“Do you know who they were?”

“I don’t—how’m I supposed to know? I don’t know how I died here, you know? You think I’ve got some kind of like… parallel-universe death vision?”

“So you don’t know?”

“N-no.”

“I have a different question, then.”

“Okay, good, because I haven’t been liking these previous ones.”

“Are you staying just to keep me company?”

Phantom faltered. He looked left, then right, hand scratching at his chin. “I’m staying because I’m in a ghost-proof box.”

“It’s not ghost-proof anymore. The shields are down.”

“I feel like you’re circling around some accusation I’m not smart enough to follow. This feels like entrapment.”

“Then I’ll be more direct.”

“Oh no there is an accusation.”

“I think you do know how you were destroyed in this universe, Phantom.” Maddie took a step forward, and she let her left hand touch the glass, eyes focused on her fingers. “I think you know what happened at the Nasty Burger.”

“That’s—um—the human food… consumption… location… that the local human adolescents meet at, yes?”

Maddie looked up, and she locked Phantom with her stare. He squirmed, and he relented.

“I um…” he continued. “I—yeah—yeah, okay? I know about the Nasty Burger accident. It was supposed to happen to me too in my reality but I—Clockwork—stopped it from happening in my reality.” Phantom glanced left, right, as if staring beyond the confines of his cage. “When I first got knocked into this reality, I went to go find the Fenton portal so I could try to refind Clockwork and fix this and… Well it wasn’t there. And I tried to find some people I know and… I checked out the library in case the Fentons just lived somewhere else and. I um. I found the articles.” His eyes focused on hers again. “They all say you were the only survivor, yeah…?”

“I was sick, that day. It was just a cold. My husband Jack went without me.”

“I’m sorry…”

“It took my daughter and my son too.”

“I’m so sorry…”

“And it destroyed you.”

Phantom opened his mouth, but no words followed.

Maddie looked up.

“You knew this. You’ve known this ever since I captured you.” Maddie let her hand slide away from the glass. “Did you let me capture you?”

“Why would I let you capture me?”

“Because you feel sorry for me.”

Phantom’s eyes flickered about, unwilling to meet hers. “…Nah. Nah. I don’t—come on ‘sorry’? I’m a ghost you know? Bane of humanity! We’re enemies. You were just too skilled a hunter and you captured me.”

“And yet you won’t leave.”

Phantom lapsed silent.

“I um… I wasn’t happy to read about—to know the, the thing at the Nasty Burger happened here, okay? That’s something that I kinda didn’t want to believe existed in any reality anymore, but I guess… And if you were still alive. I was… maybe just kind of happy to see you? That you were okay. And still hunting. That was kind of, like a small relief.” Phantom glanced away, back again. “I wasn’t evil, you know. In my reality or this one. I care about what happened to the Fentons…”

“You let me capture you. …And you did it because you thought it would be a nice thing for you to do for me.”

“I Just—I thought maybe, um… I mean when you phrase it like that. I mean what else could cheer up renowned ghost hunter Maddie Fenton quite like a ghost subject to study? Me, especially? The ghost boy or public enemy #1 or whatever. I’m fun, aren’t I?”

Silently, Maddie pushed away from Phantom’s cage. She moved to the control panel, stiff movements and numb fingers. She entered the release code into the console, and unslung the key from her neck to twist into the override, and she threw down each successive lever in the row of four lining the top of the mechanisms.

The scrape of glass sliding away sounded behind her. All four walls of Phantom’s enclosure dropped away, metal mesh sliding away piece-meal. Phantom stared at her, blinking, floating in place.

“You’re free to go, Phantom.”

“I—uh—well hang on, I don’t think the Guys In White would be too happy about that. You can’t just let me—”

“Go, Phantom.”

“They could like, fire you.”

“I don’t care about this job.”

“I—come on, you still wanna study me, don’t you? Chat with me? If you feel bad maybe just get me a couch and some video games for my cage then I’ll be—”

“Phantom.”

“What?”

“Go home to your family.”

The half-hearted smile dropped from Phantom’s face.

“Come on. You can’t just evict me on such short notice. I’m not ready for Clockwork to kick my ass so soon.”

“Go home.”

“I’m not in any rush! I like talking to you. Don’t you—don’t you like talking to me too? In like a scientific way?”

Maddie lowered herself into the chair by the control panel. She leaned forward, arms pooled in her lap, eyes to the floor. “You have a family to get back to, Phantom.”

“It’s—there’s time travel shenanigans! Like I said they don’t even know I’m gone.”

“Every single day, Phantom,” Maddie looked up, eyes stern, “…I wish every single day that my own family would just come back home. I won’t do the same to you. I won’t do the same to your family.”

Phantom said nothing. A somber acceptance sunk into his eyes.

“They’re… alive, you know. In my dimension.”

Maddie dropped her head, and she blinked away the wetness in her eyes.

“I actually… in my dimension I’m kind of closer to the Fentons than I think the, the Phantom in this dimension was. It’s… complex.”

Maddie said nothing. Silence built between them.

“Jazz is um… Jazz is applying for colleges, y-you know. She got in early-acceptance to Yale but um, we all—they all—visited Columbia last month and I think that’s what she wants the most. I can see Jazz in New York City. I think she’d rock it.”

Maddie blinked again. Tears plicked into her lap.

“…Should I stop?”

“Jack… Tell me about Jack.”

“Oh. Yeah he um… big and goofy as ever. He’s got some kind of eight-armed-octogun he’s working on. I know because I was his target practice, involuntarily by the way. He keeps trying to merge “Fenton” and “octopus” together with mixed results. We—Mo-addie—you… are still trying to talk him out of ‘Fentoctopus’.”

Maddie’s ribcage shuddered, a repressed sob, a repressed laugh.

“And Danny?”

“Danny… um… Danny is...” Phantom’s shoulders fell a little bit. He looked away, and then back at Maddie. “He loves you. I know that.”

Maddie blinked, and blinked again, and her eyes wouldn’t clear.

“And are they happy?”

“They’re happy.”

“Am I happy…?”

“You’re…” Phantom’s tail bounced. “You’re happy, I think. I like to think so. I think you’re very happy. You have a great family.”

Maddie nodded.

“Now go.”

“But I still—”

Maddie reached forward, and she grabbed the ecto-gun propped against the control panel. She lifted it into her shoulder, and flicked the safety, and the charge built along the rising whine.

“Go.”

Phantom balked. He blinked. He kicked away from his wall-less cage. “Not forever. I’ll be back. You won’t be alone here forever.”

He was gone.

And Maddie was alone again.

…

Clockwork surveyed the boy in front of him whose head was bowed nearly to the floor, white bangs trailing along cobblestone, hands clasped, apologies repeated, begging case made.

Clockwork ran a hand along his beard, which unfurled, drew back, undid itself with the shifting of his form to a simple child.

“So let’s see. You have the audacity to break my rules andbeg me to meddle on your behalf in the time stream, all in the same breath? Apologies don’t usually come with additional requests for favors.”

“I know,” Danny’s head dipped lower. “You can punish me however you want for touching the restricted timelines but you have to help it, or let me help this one timeline. Please, please just send me back to the Nasty Burger incident so I can save it.”

“It’s already been saved.”

Danny faltered. He looked up.

“You died at the Nasty Burger incident that night,” Clockwork elaborated, form shifting older. “There is no you to ruin that future. That timeline is safe. It’s a very lucky timeline.”

Danny blinked. “N-no. No that’s not what I mean. Save it like you saved my timeline.”

“That did happen. You’re describing your own timeline.”

“I mean do it to THAT one.”

“You are misunderstanding timelines.”

Danny lapsed silent. Worry bled into his eyes, and Clockwork sighed.

“There is no undoing timelines, Danny. There is only forking them by meddling in the stream. All futures and pasts you witness exist, and do exist, and continue to exist,” Clockwork paused, “with the exception of realities I needed to cull, to prevent utter catastrophe.” His gaze fixed on Danny. “The futures that your evil self destroyed, I did have to cull. And culling a reality is not to be done lightly.”

Clockwork motioned with his staff. “There were a handful of surviving realities that I was able to save. That room you meddled in without my permission—they contain the realities off the main track where, for one reason or another, something else succeeded at destroying your future self. …Your own deaths, in fact. In every one of those realities, Danny, you are dead.”

“I don’t…” Danny shook his head. “So then just tell me how to save that one I was in, okay?”

“Oh, that’s easy.”

“How?”

“You don’t.”

Danny said nothing. Clockwork shifted young.

“You can let it live on in that room, or you could ask me to cull it, Danny. You could ask me to cull every reality in that room, so that the main branch, the one you’re from, is the only reality in existence. So you never have to worry about any existence where your family is unhappy. And it will be that way until you, or I, or someone else, meddles with the timestreams again, and more splits occur.”

Still, Danny said nothing. Clockwork continued.

“Sometimes, a mass culling of realities is healthy for the tree of time, like pruning a plant down to its stalk to survive an unforgiving winter, or a terrible disease. But I did that, just recently, to save all of time from the blight of your future self. It would feel cruel to snip off the first buds that have come after the frost.”

Danny lowered himself to the floor.

“Okay…”

“Okay?”

He nodded. “Okay. Just. I have a different question then.” He looked up, a young devastation wet in his eyes. “Can I still go back and visit that reality, sometimes?”

“No. I cannot give you permission to do that.”

“Please!”

Clockwork spun his staff. A portal swirled into being in the space between him and Danny. Washes of color formed patterns, shapes, objects, images. Like a mirror, it reflected Clockwork’s lair beyond its shimmering surface.

“This is a portal back into your own reality. It is set to the location and the time that you vanished. Go there, and leave through the Fenton portal, and nothing will be amiss.”

“No. No no I won’t. Clockwork you have to let me—”

“I am doing you a favor, Danny, getting you home after you caused more trouble. Do not make further demands of me.” Clockwork curled forward, old, sallow skin sagging, and he turned his back to Danny.

“You have to give me permission—”

“I am the only one who has permission to meddle in realities, Danny. This is an absolute.” Clockwork glanced over his shoulder. “And because this is an absolute, I have no reason to have a lock on the room housing those budding other realities.”

Danny blinked.

“I wonder if anyone might break my rules anyway. I wonder if anyone might be nosy, and enter that room anyway, and water the plants in that greenhouse without my permission.” Clockwork stared forward again.

“Clockwork…”

“Luckily I am the master of all time. I would be able to see this coming. And maybe plan for it. If ever such a person would come into my lair, and meddle in my timelines, and try to spread a bit of his own kindness to the realities he couldn’t quite save, I would be fully prepared to stop him.” Clockwork spoke into the green abyss beyond him. “Unless, maybe, I were to accidentally have my back turned.”

Silence trailed after Clockwork’s words. He kept his back to Danny, staring into the abyss of swirling green ether beyond.

“…Thank you,” Danny answered, quietly. “I’ll be back.”

“I imagine you will. Those realities may get lonely without you.”

When Clockwork glanced back over his shoulder, both Danny and the portal were gone.

#Danny Phantom #dp #dp fanfiction #me: -writes any kind of interaction between Maddie and Phantom where Maddie has captured Phantom-#me: 'haha sick Phantom of Truth reference'#ANYWAY i got really attached to a terrible what-if #please enjoy

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I wish you would write a johnny one shot where he's being cold to you just bc he's jealous and he keeps on denying he's not idk how to explain just make it a fluff and him being a giant baby 😭

This said one shot and I went with it 💀 I'm convinced that Johnny would be sulky when he's mad but doesn't want to be. You can kind of consider this as a prequel to this tbh, sort of realised halfway that it fits.

Summary: Johnny was your best friend. He took it to heart when you once told him that you trusted him with all your being. So much so that he disliked himself for growing feelings for you. The thoughts he had of you did not deserve your trust, and they were only made worse when you started getting closer to Doyoung.

WC: 2.6k (why?)

Warnings: none

Johnny took a sip from his coffee, watching the interaction that was playing out in front of him. He knew that Doyoung was clearly flirting with her. It was obvious by the way he stepped a little closer, but it was also obvious by the way she laughed at whatever he was saying.

Usually, Johnny wouldn't mind these things. In the entire group, he knew that he was the one she was the closest to. He'd even told people that she was his best friend. But the moment from last week's party kept playing over and over in his head.

When the bottle landed on (Y/N), Taeyong had decided to throw a pity question at her on account of how drunk she was. 'Who are you most compatible with?' was an easy question that everybody expected the same answer for. So when she didn't say Johnny's name it was already surprising. But saying Doyoung's name had certainly caught Johnny off guard.

She swore it was true though, Doyoung and her had the same disdain for the outdoors and other people in general. She had even pointed an accusatory finger at Johnny and reminded him that he was too fit, social and happy all the time to be absolutely compatible with her.

Johnny took another sip of his ice-cold beverage, almost empty, as he waited for (Y/N) to come with her own order back to their table.

Eventually, Doyoung let her go with a wave. Probably off to class early enough to be on time. They were also in the same major, Johnny noted with a scoff under his breath.

Once he was gone, she finally made her way towards him, giving him an apologetic smile as she approached.

"Sorry, I was just asking Doyoung about an assignment submission." She pointed her thumb behind her after putting her tray down on the table. "I'm sorry, I know you have a class right now." She grimaced.

"It's fine. I'm almost done with my coffee anyway." He shrugged, shaking the ice in his glass without looking up at her.

"You can go," She told him, knowing full well that he wouldn't. "I'll just finish this up and go to my class in an hour." She told him.

"Okay." Johnny said, getting up and sipping the last of his coffee. "I'll see you later, (Y/N)." He announced with his eyes on the table, looking up momentarily to catch the way her face fell with a sense of inner satisfaction.

"Okay, what are you doing after your classes today?" She asked with a hopeful voice.

"Assignment submission." He told her before walking away.

Johnny was lying in bed, scrolling through his phone when his door opened. (Y/N) stood at the entrance, yelping when the door hit the wall with a loud thud.

"You were supposed to be at the library." She told him. Johnny turned over, looking at her silhouette being illuminated by the light from the living room.

"Sorry, I guess I forgot." He told her, turning over to face his back to her.

"No, you didn't. You never forget." She walked around the bed to face him again. "What's up with you? I already told you I don't get these moody phases of yours. Just tell me you need to be alone or you're pissed and I'll understand. Don't pull all this crap with me, Johnny Suh." She stomped her foot on the floor.

Johnny gripped his jaw but refused to look away from his phone. "You're assuming too much. I told you I just forgot. It's been a busy week for me." He sighed, putting a hand under his head to get cozier in his position.

"Fine whatever." Her voice dropped to a passive tone. "Deal with your shit yourself." She added, the lack of emotion in her tone making Johnny look up to see her face— equally impassive.

As she turned to leave, Johnny sat up in bed. But she left in a rush, slamming the door shut so loud that Johnny winced.

"Where's (Y/N)?" Yuta asked as they sat down together on the couch. All the eyes in the room turned to Johnny and he just shrugged in response, looking down to the floor.

"She mentioned something about going grocery shopping today." Doyoung mentioned, taking his phone out of his pocket.

Johnny clenched his jaw. They always went grocery shopping together.

"Yeah, she's asking if you guys need something and she'll bring it by tomorrow. So I guess she's not coming." Doyoung informed the room.

"I need peanut butter," Mark said out loud. "Johnny, didn't you say you wanted shampoo?" He turned to face him.

"I'll get it myself later." He told him, doing a terrible job of sulking in silence. Everybody gave each other confused looks.

Johnny stood in the kitchen drinking water when Yuta approached him.

"Doyoung's gotten really close to (Y/N), huh?" Yuta hummed. "It must be after that assignment they did together." He came and leaned beside Johnny.

"Why are you telling me this?" Johnny questioned.

"Because you know. He might not be as reluctant as you and actually ask her out. Then you'll just have to keep being jealous like this forever." Yuta shrugged.

"I'm not jealous." Johnny aimed a glare at Yuta. "Let him ask her out if he wants. (Y/N) is her own person. She can do what she likes." Despite the uncaring words, his jaw was clenched.

"She already is. Going to buy groceries without you and all of that." He sounded proud, "A true independent woman. Meanwhile, you're sulking and glaring at Doyoung." He scoffed.

"Go away, Yuta. I don't want to punch you today." Johnny grumbled. Yuta just laughed his way out of the room.

"What's up with you two?" Taeyong asked (Y/N) who didn't stop sipping her drink, only shrugging at him.

"I don't know. Ask Johnny. He's the one being erratic all the time. Yesterday he came up to me while I was talking to my TA, pretending that everything is fine." She huffed.

"And what did you do?" Taeyong asked skeptically.

She just shrugged again, "It made my blood boil how he was pretending like everything is fine. So I just told him I'm busy and we can talk later." She feigned nonchalance.

Taeyong sighed, "You know he's not going to apologise even if he did something wrong."

"Well that's his problem, isn't it? I don't understand his random moods at all. And then he goes and does it with me. I don't make my personal issues his problem, do I? Why can't he just talk?" She sat back, arms crossed in defiance.

"You know Johnny doesn't make his problems other people's. Just talk to him now." Taeyong urged, thinking about how sulky Johnny had been lately. He knew very well that if he was acting like this then, at least in his head, Johnny thought that (Y/N) did something that deserved a cold shoulder. "You know he's a big baby sometimes."

"Well then maybe I want to be a big baby this time." She answered with petulance. "I asked him if he wanted to hang out last week, so I tried enough times."

Taeyong frowned, knowing that Johnny was being unfair then. "What did he say?" He questioned with a frown.

She scoffed, looking more offended than she had so far, "He said he's going for a movie with that chick he sits beside in Eco. So I said okay, have fun. He couldn't remember to meet me at the library to finish an essay, but movies are fine." She rolled her eyes.

Taeyong snorted, shaking his head. "I see."

(Y/N) was busy in the kitchen with her roommate when their doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Wendy announced while (Y/N) was busy cutting vegetables.

Shuffling footsteps made her look up to the sight of Johnny walking into the kitchen, panting like he'd just been on a run. His brows were knit when they made eye contact, wet strands of hair falling over his gaze and looking far too good for someone absolutely disheveled. She took in a sharp breath as her cheeks heated from the sight, the knife slipping a little from her hand.

"Fuck." She winced when the blade sliced her finger, looking down just as Johnny rushed to her side.

"Are you okay?" He asked, voice deep with concern as he took her hand into his.

"I'm fine." She mumbled, taking her hand from his and turning to the sink to wash the wound.

"Is it deep?" He asked, looking over her shoulder to her hand. She didn't respond, focusing instead of inspecting the area. "I'll get the first-aid kit." He said, walking away towards something. She rolled her eyes but didn't say anything.

When Johnny returned empty-handed, he had a lost look on his face upon seeing Wendy bandaging her finger.

"We keep our first-aid kit in the kitchen." (Y/N) spoke without looking up.

"Oh, that's great." He sighed from relief. "Does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts, I cut my finger open." She maintained the same tone.

"Right. That was a stupid question to ask." He nodded to himself, shuffling his feet awkwardly.

"Why are you here, Johnny?" She asked with a frown aimed at her hand. Wendy looked up to give her a perplexed look before turning to look at Johnny with equal confusion.

"I just–" He paused, swallowing a breath. "Umm, I just wanted to hang out I guess?" He ran his fingers through his own hair, the way he did when he was nervous.

The truth was that Yuta had told Johnny that she was going on a date with Doyoung tonight. Something that he kept thinking about as he went on his run, till the point where he was running a little faster and definitely towards her apartment. But upon arrival, he had realised that he'd been played by the idiot liar.

"Wendy and I are just making dinner for the two of us and then we're going to bed." She said, still not looking up at Johnny. "So no hanging out today." She hadn't looked at him once since she stood in his room more than a week ago and it annoyed him.

"(Y/N)." Johnny sighed, and her frown only deepened.

"We have enough food for three. Johnny can stay." Wendy offered, giving him an apologetic smile.

"Johnny eats for two." She said, still not giving him a glance and talking like he wasn't in the room.

"Since you're not going to cook after this anyway. You can just leave that to me. Why don't you both stop sulking? Is this what Taeyong was talking about? About both of you fighting?" She looked between them.

"We aren't fighting." They spoke together.

"Yeah, Johnny's just busy with his friends from his eco class." She looked up at Wendy.

"Yeah, and (Y/N)'s busy finishing assignments with Doyoung. Her new best friend." Johnny chewed on his bottom lip.

She turned to look at him finally. Even with the rage in her eyes, the gaze alone made him sigh in relief.

"I asked him about one assignment. Is that what you're mad about? That I said he's more compatible with me?" She asked him. "Why can't you just say what you're thinking instead of being a dick?" Her brows furrowed further.

"You're one to talk. You've just been ignoring me and talking to me like I'm not even there. Why can't you say what you're thinking?" It was his turn to frown.

Wendy slipped off her chair, uncomfortable from being privy to a very heated and private conversation.

"No, sit down. Johnny's leaving." (Y/N) turned back to look at her.

"Don't be mean. You've been sulking because you haven't seen him for a week and now you're being like this. He's staying for dinner. And I'm not sitting down to bear witness to your lover's quarrels. Just kiss each other." She groaned, turning to walk away.

Both their cheeks warmed at the words, anger dying down to awkward fumbles.

"She's just being like this because she had to cancel a date to stay in with me." (Y/N) fidgeting with the scrunchie on her wrist.

"Oh," Johnny said, taking cautious steps across the kitchen to come stand in front of her. "I'm sorry for forgetting about the library." He mumbled, reaching out to trace a finger on her arm. When it erupted in goosebumps like he predicted, Johnny smiled.

When he looked up after, she had an expectant brow raised. Johnny chuckled under his breath.

"I'm also sorry for being weird with you. I was just in a mood." He sighed, "I didn't realise how mad you were till you got all quiet and distant. I was so scared." He carded his fingers through hers, using his thumb to trace circles on her palm.

"Scared about what?" She asked with a small whisper.

"Scared that I lost you." His voice was small.

It was the toughest ground for him to stand on. On one hand, Johnny was afraid of making a move because he was scared she wouldn't feel the same. On the other, he was also afraid that someone else would in the meantime. Both instances would lead to him losing her so he told himself that things were best the way they were.

"It will take you more than a bad mood to lose me. I don't want you to always be happy and at peak energy, you know? I just want to know what's bothering you. You can tell me, can't you? Don't I mean enough to you?" She squeezed his hand.

Johnny finally looked up at her, both of them taking a sharp inhale at their proximity. "I think the problem is that you mean too much to me." He smiled, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing the bandaged finger. Her lips parted with an unsteady inhale, as she followed his lips with her gaze as he pulled back.

Johnny's heart pounded at the realisation of his space. He stood with her hand in hers, close enough that he could hear her rapidly rising heartbeat. Giving in to what he thought was a daze, he started to lean in to close the gap he'd been so afraid of.

"Have you guys made up yet?" Wendy's voice chimed in as she walked towards the kitchen. Both of them pulled back from each other, the action making Johnny realise that she must have leaned in too.

"Yes, all made up." She patted her leg, letting out a breathless sigh. "Let's make dinner for four, Wendy." She smiled at him.

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