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Anton would absolutely learn all the names of someone's plushies and genuinely ask the plushies about their day, and that alone is enough to make him the hottest man in this game.
#we all thought he was gonna be some fratboy#but then Hoyoverse gave him hella autism symptoms#man personifies inanimate objects so casually and everyone who knows him just rolls with it#glad he's got a supportive environment because he'd get laughed at otherwise#he's got a heart of gold and he extends it to all his bros#and we know Belabog has machinery with AI that have actual personalities#but this guy also just talks to/about normal non-modded machines like they're people#zzz anton#zzz#zenless zone zero#anton ivanov
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âş pairing: aged up!lo'ak x metkayina!reader (fluff) âş series summary: lovesick!lo'ak does all he can to win the heart of oblivious!reader âş chapter summary: â eyes of liquid gold meet their aquamarine match and just like that, he is smitten â (w/c: 1.6k) âş warnings: death (as a joke), drowning (for like 2secs) a/n: ⪠and they call it puppy loveee ⪠i strongly believe that lo'ak's goofy ass is ultimate rom-com material !! i decided to make it a mini-series so buckle up ! a couple yrs hv passed since the sea battle with the recoms so everyone's older. na'vi dictionary at the end :)
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Câmon bro, strong heart. No fear. Ride.
Strong heart. No fear. Ride.
Strong heart. No fear. Ri-
âTry not to get yourself killed this time, okay skxawng?â
Aonungâs grating voice carries over the cacophonous sound of waves crashing against one another, cutting through Loâakâs train of repetitive self-affirmations. Himself and the son of the Oloâeyktan had become close friends since they reached an understanding in the most unlikely of ways, after Aoânung had left him for dead outside of the reef five years ago.
In spite of this, they had never quite managed to shake off the âlove to hate themâ aspect of their relationship â directed insults now only meant to tease rather than injure and once-venomous rivalry now harmless. In this moment, however, Loâak fights the urge to let his intrusive thoughts win, images of wringing Aoânung's neck coming to mind. At last, he had been approved to begin his tsurak training and he refused to allow fish lips to ruin it for him.
Refocusing on the task at hand, Loâak inhales deeply and resumes repeating his mantra mentally. His dad had advised him that a good pep talk was the key to having the fortified mindset of a Marine. Oorah. Desperate to tame a tsurak and get one step closer to completing his iknimaya, for once in his life, Loâak was willing to listen.
He merely scoffs at Aoânungâs taunting words and inhales deeply, preparing to mount the tsurak. Loâak clears his mind, rolls his shoulders.You got this. He ignores when her extended tail whips the waterâs surface, aggravated at being pinioned by Aoânung and a few other Metkayina men. Ignores her beady eyes following him closely as he nears her jerking body, it is as if she is daring him to come any closer â you really want to risk riding me?Â
Gathering all the courage he is expected to possess as son of the mighty Toruk Makto, Loâak swiftly connects his kuru to that of the tsurakâs before swinging a long leg over the thick of her body and shuffling up to seat himself properly, hands gripping the attached harness.
Amber eyes widen as he feels the rush of being in control of such a powerful creature. Strong jaws snap dangerously at the men that still hold her in their secure grip, overwhelmed by the presence of an unfamiliar rider in her mind. Just about managing to muster enough mental force to overcome her resistance, Loâakâs mouth opens to release a loud âForward!â
Thinking in tandem with her rider, the tsurak involuntarily follows his command and breaks free from her restrictors. Bounding across the surface of the water, Loâak barely has a moment to rejoice in his minor victory before he is dragged underwater forcefully, the tsurakâs capable form thrashing wildly beneath his thighs.
Back on the shore, Aoânung smirks to himself as he watches Loâakâs gangly legs flail in the air as they follow the rest of his body under the water. He must have forgotten to tell him that Niie was particularly picky with who she let ride her and therefore required gentle coaxing before any attempt to even climb her, nevermind ride. Oops.
Niieâs decorated wings tuck into her sides as she penetrates the waterâs surface, sleek torpedo shape nimbly navigating the waters that she knows so well. Intelligent creature that she is, she allows Loâak a moment of reprieve, slowing down slightly to lull him into a false sense of security.
Unbeknownst to him, her mission to shake him off is not abandoned, only paused temporarily. He allows himself to enjoy the high of speeding through the water with such velocity, adrenaline rushing through his veins. As Niie emerges to the surface to allow him to breathe again, wings unfurling to their full span, he pumps his arm in the air and lets out a triumphant "Hell yeah!"
Gaining confidence in his abilities, he shifts into a crouch atop Niieâs back as she glides through the air, planting his feet in what he thinks to be a secure stance. I canât wait to see the look on Aoânungâs stupid face, he thinks to himself smugly, picturing his friendâs disbelieving stare.
Ever since passing his own iknimaya the previous year, the Metkayina boy had become utterly insufferable. Well, more than he usually was. Hearing his thoughts, Niie decides this is the perfect time to humble him and regain her freedom.Â
Quicker than he can say âGreat Mother help meâ, Niie plunges back into the depths of water, using all her might to wriggle and writhe under his grip that had begun to become lax as he succumbed to his distractions. Pure shock courses through his body, causing him to open his mouth and gulp down one mouthful of water too many, tail whipping violently in the surrounding water.
It soon becomes all too much for him as he feels the movements mess with his equilibrium and trigger a dizziness that causes him to lose his hold on the harness entirely. Silly boy, Niie thinks to herself as she dashes away. This ainât my first rodeo.
Lungs burning from overexertion, Loâak swims upwards and takes an indulgent breath of fresh air. Miffed by recent events, he treads water and decides to stay out at sea, wishing to allow as much time as possible to pass before he does the lengthy swim of shame back to the village. As he languishes in his feelings, his eyes wander across the open water, thinking of ways to pass the time.
He spots an unmistakable flash of blue in the corner of his eye, squinting as he tries to decipher what exactly he is looking at. Casually, he eases forward and manages to make out two blue feet, toes pointed daintily towards the sky before they are swallowed by the waves. Â
Intrigued, he fills his lungs up to their full capacity before ducking under the water again, feet kicking rapidly to aid him in his pursuit of his new curiosity. His interest is peaked again when he takes in your figure, equally as close to him as you are far. Outstretched arms scoop copious amounts of water, your streamlined tail helping to propel you further with each stroke.
When you seem to be satisfied with your spot in the water, you come to a halt and let your limbs float freely in the water. Eager to find out what a young Metkayina like you is doing so far out from the village by herself, Loâak also stops a little ways away from you. He chooses not to reveal his presence, for now. Saves him the embarrassing explanation of what heâs doing here, he figures.
Nothing could have prepared him for the spectacle he observes in front of him. The arms at your side begin to lift slowly as your head tips back into the space behind you, the rest of your body following suit in what looks to be an underwater backflip of sorts. The most graceful backflip heâs ever seen.
Hydrobatics so graceful it would put an ilu to shame, he watches you perform a myriad of wonders, body following the intricate steps to a piece of choreography only you and the waters around you are privy to.Â
When the rays of light from above the surface filter through the water and touch your body at just the right angle, his reaction is near enough comical. For a moment, he believes he is bearing witness to a divine vision from Eywa. You must be an apparition, a trick of the eyes.
He fists his hands, brings them up to his face and rubs his eyes twice. Sure enough, you are still there. When he opens his eyes again and sees your lithe form in motion, he blinks twice in disbelief but wills his eyes to stay open so that he can take in as much of your ethereal beauty as possible.
And take it in he does. Greedy eyes devour the sight of you, noticing more details the longer he looks. The blue and lilac strands of your macrame top remind him of the elaborate vein pattern of the diaphanous txampaysye, renowned for its natural elegance in the waters. But while those magnificent creatures helped Naâvi to breathe underwater, he felt that you left him breathless.
He thinks of the tawtute romcom movies from the science base he would force Neteyam and Tuk to watch with him back when they were in the rainforest. They were his guilty pleasure and no matter how much he begged her to, Kiri absolutely refused to watch them; she said Grace had expressly mentioned in one of her many video logs that they lacked real humour and were painfully unrealistic.
But as you sense that you are no longer alone, you turn around. Eyes of liquid gold meet their aquamarine match and just like that, he is smitten. I knew love at first sight existed outside of the movies, he thinks to himself.
Heâd heard the story of how his saânok wanted to kill his sempul the first time they met so many times, heâd begun to think that was the norm. But if Loâak was going to do anything, itâs go against the norm and prove everyone wrong.
Enraptured by the very essence of your being, he forgets himself and his surroundings. Moved by the newfound joy that comes with finally finding the one you were destined to be with, he opens his mouth and starts laughing. For the hundredth time that day, he is shocked when water starts to fill it, precious air escaping his lungs.
His body is exhausted from multiple counts of shock in too little time, and so he begins to drown. Limbs akimbo, panicked eyes meet yours and as you make your way towards him with haste, seeing your divinity in such close proximity causes him to descend further into the throes of a fit. Kind eyes observe his state of distress with worry and as he gazes into them deeply, he knows heâs a goner in more ways than one.Â
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skxawng - idiot // tsurak - skimwing // iknimaya - rite of passage to become an adult in a na'vi clan // kuru - na'vi neural whip, queue // toruk makto - rider of last shadow // txampaysye - gill mantle // tawtute - sky person, sky people // saânok - mother // sempul - father
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bro,,,your last ghost one,,,,head full, big thonks
what if hound!reader never went looking for simon because she thought he was dead?? or better yet, she DID look, so vigorously in fact that her superiors at the time maybe misinformed her of his death, even going as far as planting fake evidence??đđ
also im thinking about old nicknames..,.,hitting him with the "si-guy" or "'mon-mon the man" or smth đ
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PART TWO TOÂ âHEARTS ALIGNEDâ
Summary: You were deceived by the same people you fought for. You discuss it with Ghost.Â
Tags: soldier!fem!reader (call sign âhoundâ) x ghost (2022 version), childhood friends, smoking, canon divergence of both the game and the oneshot, barely edited, death, lowkey konig x reader
Word count: 1.4k
Notes: anon, you're genuinely such a GENIUS!!!! those thonks fr are gold bc now my head is full of thonks too hehe---this post will hopefully extend those clever thonks and added more???Â
You were sitting against the wall while Ghost was laying in his cot. The night had grown old, but you refused to leave himâthat wonât happen again, not now, not ever.Â
You were on your third cigarette, the smoke having long since coated your mouth in a thick layer of cheap tobacco and newspaper. Ghost didnât seem to mind, laying on his side, watching you with tired eyesâmore so watching the cigarette.Â
Extending it forward, your head tipped to the side. âYou sure you donât want one?âÂ
âNo. I should be sleeping.âÂ
âYouâre eyeing my cigarette though.â
âJust lost in thought.â
âAbout smoking a cigarette?âÂ
He huffed. âNo. Just...â he sat up now, the cot straining under his movement. âYouâve changed. And you also havenâtâand you havenât told me why you didnât search for me.â
You frowned.
âJusâ tell me that. Tell me why. I donât give a bloody fuck if you were just too lazy tooââ
âSmoke with me and Iâll tell you everything.â Your voice was strained.Â
Emotions were high, tension was thick, maybe it was foolish to think that would just dissolve by planting yourself in his room. You werenât kids. This wasnât just a blow-up about something dumb, and you hated it. Because at least when you were kids, the arguments were insignificant, the worst that could happen is you calling him a âbooger-brained idiotâ.Â
This was real. This brought true hurt.
You were thankful when Ghost finally nodded, getting up and sitting across you on the floor. Despite sitting criss-crossed, he was huge. He towered over you. KĂśnig would often shimmy away, giving you a little spaceâheâd bend his body downward in a vain attempt to dwarf himself.
But Ghost sat tall. He stared right at you and lifted a hand.Â
You gave him the cigarette.Â
You watched as he lifted the balaclava a little, setting the end at the bridge of his nose. It was just a small sliver of his face, but fuck did it strike you right at your heart.Â
His face was all firm linesâcarved and rigid, with the lightest scar running along his lips.Â
Simonâsmaller, younger Simonâhad a round face. Soft cheeks, a crooked smile, unscarred.
You looked away to the side at the hard concrete wall, back pressed against it.Â
A waft of smoke hit you, then a finger lightly tapped on your hands.Â
You turned. Ghost was lifting the cigarette to you.Â
Taking it, you murmured a quick thanks before taking a puff out of it yourself. Ghost tugged down the balaclava once more.Â
âWhy didnât you search for me?âÂ
âI did,â you responded simply. âIt was when I was younger. Naive. More trusting. You know, I searched for you every moment I gotâthought you still went by âSimon Rileyâ. Even went as far as to go to the superiors and ask all nicelyâtold them, âheâs the son of that piece of shit drunkard, the one who you constantly kissed up to.ââ You laugh though itâs devoid of any humor. Â
Ghost only watched, listened, eyes flicking between the cigarette and your straying gaze.Â
âTheyâthey told me you were dead. Thatâs it. Nothing more, nothing less. âSimon Riley was killed in action a few years backâ one of them had told me, all sad-like and frowning. âHe was a good soldier.ââ You scoffed. âNo fanfare, no tricks, they justâthey said you were dead. Showed me a document or two, I hardly fuckinâ remember, I just... I tried to forget. Not to care.â
Your hands were shaking. You didnât know why. Your heart was silent, so was your mind, but your bodyâit was moving on its own. As though shedding a deeper feeling your own mind couldnât process.Â
âSo can you imagine my surprise when, just a few months ago, a man named âGhostâ happens to be registered as âSimon Rileyâ in their files? I couldnât believe it, thought there was another Simon Riley whose from the UK, but I was curious. So... yeah. I ended up in KorTac âcause I heard rumors 141 was gonna come along and do some mission together.â Again, you laughed. âThen I saw youâand fuck, did I tell you how much youâve grown? You look so differentâactually can I say something weird?âÂ
âYeah.â His eyes met yours.Â
An unfamiliar smile formed on your lips. âIt... it makes me happy, seeing you with that Scot, all grown, and... itâs hard to put into words, but it makes me feel proud. And it also hurts like a bitch.â
He hummed. âCould say the same.âÂ
âThen say the same. I want to hear it, Simon.â
âIt makes me feel proud, and it hurts like a bitch.âÂ
You snorted. âAss.â
He reached for your cigarette. You handed it to him. âSo... does that clear things?âÂ
âYep,â he tugged his balaclava off this time, pushing the cigarette between his lips. Heâs handsome. âShoulda guessed youâre too much of a gullible dumbass to find me.âÂ
âYou piece ofâkeep talking shit and Iâll kick your ass!â You reached for the cigarette. He moved away from your reach, a shit-eating grin now plastered on his face.
âYou kickinâ my ass? Iâd like to see you try, pipsqueak.âÂ
âDonât test me mon-mon.âÂ
He glared. âMon-mon?â Â
âSorry, wait, mon mon the manâmy bad, nearly forgot the whole damn title.âÂ
âKeep callinâ me that and Iâll be the one kicking your ass.âÂ
âNot gonna listen to a guy named si-guy.âÂ
âShut. Up.âÂ
You laughed. It was dumb and childishânot even that funny, franklyâbut something about Simon frowning all seriously brought it out of you.Â
A moment later, the frown disappeared, and Simon handed the cigarette back with a little smile. Â
Bonus headcanons (post oneshot):
When you two were kids, you often took the role of the mature one to reign in any dumb ideas that Simon schemed, though youâd participate in them moments later.Â
The roles have reversed now: you are the dumbass and Ghost tries his best to keep it under control.Â
The moment youâre near Ghost, a little layer of your cold exterior melts a little and you allow yourself to drop your guard a little and be loose-lippedâthough, in public or with the guys, you tone it down a little and still address him as Ghost.Â
In private though? The names are everything except for Ghost.Â
Si-guy, mon-mon the man, syphilis, Simon says, se-si-so-fum (fe-fi-fo-fum), etc.Â
Half the time the names just donât even correlate with his and he quickly just got used to it.Â
No one really notices the change between the two of you except for Soap, who takes note of the small glances the two of you exchange like itâs a secret language that could only be communicated between you guys.
He even noticed the small brush of your hand against Ghostâs shoulder after a particularly difficult mission and he returned it moments later.Â
He has no idea if your friends, lovers, or just like?? Related maybe?? even if it would make ZERO sense for that to be the case.
In regards to KĂśnig, Ghost would be protective.Â
He wouldnât be shy to voice his thoughts against the relationship because heâs seen how monstrous KĂśnig could be on the battlefield and worries that heâs just hiding that âtrue personaâ of his for whatever reason.Â
Also because heâs possessive; heâs convinced himself heâs just looking after you but he doesnât like the idea of you straying away again but this time for some other guy.Â
He also doesnât know if he likes you romantically or not: he likes you, but he has no idea if the strength comes from a romantic pull or if itâs just platonic. He just wants you close.Â
Also, both of you know each otherâs tells; old habits die hard, and the tells you both had of discomfort from childhood still exist to this day.
Simon would go quiet and have a very specific stare that just kind of... glazes over. Itâs dissociative.
Youâd gently pry him out of that state with uncharacteristically soft words, making random observations or jokes.Â
Whenever you're in a similar state, he'd just sit beside you and kind of lean inâhe might just straight up grab your hand and squeeze if no one is nearby.
Overall, to any outsider, you guys would just appear to be comrades with the same layers of cold and bile, but in reality, you guys have history.
Despite the time that had passed, you'd still call each other the best of friends.
You're satisfied with that, but Ghost is unsure if he wants something more.
Until then, he'll just shoot KĂśnig glares until he figures out what he really wants.
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couldn't help but notice your swap RC9NG idea! and it would be quite interesting if randy unknowingly found the nomicon! And feeling the boy's heart of gold makes him claim it without Randy realizing it!
sorry for taking a minute to answer, but anon im a million miles ahead of you. this does happen briefly in randyverse. sorta.
i haven't worked out the entire idea yet, buuuuuut
OG bros end up trapped in the multiverse, which leaves the og universe without a ninja. the sorcerer escapes, takes over the world.
evil julian shows up, they fight for power, but ultimately evil julian loses. he fucks off into the multiverse too in search of more power. which leads him to find swap! nomicon.
swap nomicon is an evil, possessive book that uses it's knowledge to corrupt others. it wants to create chaos, but can't if the sorcerer (swap howard) is around. evil julian wants the same thing, but can't with the ninja (og randy) around. the two team up.
at this point, the swap bros have mostly returned to their normal lives after briefly meeting their alternate selves. swap Howard wasn't dumb enough to chase the og bros through the portal, much to swap Randy's dismay.
Things are getting more chaotic in the universe tho, with more and more monsters showing up every time the two turn around. nothing swap howard can't handle tho.
tho, swap randy isn't taking the whole ordeal as well as his friend is. Dude's growing frustrated, not only with his best friend ditching him every 5 minutes, but knowing in another universe he's the hero everyone adores.
swap howard does try to help him feel better, but it just leads into the two fighting.
i imagine the in-universe reason for why randy never gets stanked in canon is because the ninja suit and nomicon protect him from the sorcerer's stankage. it extends to howard, since the two are together literally constantly.
same thing for the swap bros. swap howard's sorcerer gear protects him from the swap nomicon. extends to swap randy, as long as the two are together.
swap bros have a fight, which ends in swap randy fucking off by himself. away from swap howard. which leads evil julian and swap nomicon to find him. using his desire to be a hero, they corrupt him.
swap randy may or may not out swap howard and og randy out as their respective heroes. who knows
which leads into, not only the two fighting, but the swap universe slowly breaking down thanks to all of the chaos ensuing. swap nomicon and evil julian absolutely LOVE this.
this fight kinda starts the next 'arc' in this au.
in the band au, the band bros, og bros, and guide randy are having drama and shenanigans are ensuring.
the band bros are having a 'redo' concert. they were GONNA perform in norrisvile like, 2 weeks ago but got kidnapped and dragged into this whole multiverse mess. so now they're gonna hold a new concert to make up for it.
guide randy and the og bros are helping out where they can.
BUT then, the swap bros show up through another portal, bringing all the chaos with them.
the band bros have their concert, using it to distract the civilians from the chaos, while og randy deals with evil julian, guide randy deals with the swap nomicon, and swap howard is trying to save swap randy.
ngl i imagine guide randy's fight with the swap nomicon is on par with homuras fight with mami from madoka magica rebellion. dude REALLY gets to show off his skills here.
anyway, band bros have their emotional reconciliation. a portal appears, everyone goes through it to guide randy's universe. and the guide arc starts.
guide randy's gonna have a hell of a time when he goes back to work, only to find out his boss thinks his sister got shot in a fight with a yakuza (thanks nomicon)
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TftW: Thomasâs Gory Adventure.
Dio Brando tf/vampire theme.
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Thomas Sheppard didnât know what he was getting into when he tangled with Victoria, he thought that mocking the woman who was a real supernatural being was a clever idea..when he mocked her for believing in dark magic he didnât know that his foolish mistake would result in a curse. âBlood magic? Vampirism? Those arenât real, right?â âDonât doubt my magic, Thomas..remember who it was who cursed you.â âI know but why did you have to curse me to turn into Dio Brando?â âItâs a take on an old classic.â âLike werewolves only I turn when itâs a blood moon?â âYes.â You see, Victoria had cursed Thomas to turn into Dio Brando after Thomas foolishly mocked her blood magic based beliefs and whenever it was a full blood red moon out at night, heâd turn into Dio, but he was still partially himself.
He remembered visions he had received of having his blood sucked through his neck via the hands of a vampire and receiving a Stand arrow shot on his shoulder, that didnât kill him, then again he thought it was a dream and you cannot get hurt in dreams. That night as he got ready to have a Zoom conversation with his gang of âbroâs, he began to feel a little bit thirsty, like he needed bloodâŚand a lot of it.
Thatâs when his heartbeat began to rapidly increase, but it didnât give him a heart attack. He examined himself for a bit only to see his arms suddenly bulk up and gain muscle mass as his hands enlarged, his skin began to pale itself up a bit as his fingernails lengthened. His clothing slowly altered itself, taking on the textures and appearance of Dioâs clothingâŚwhich meant of course he was turning into him again. In addition, his chest and torso gained muscle mass.
He had been having many sleepless nights thanks to the âDream Weaverâ Stand being used to take over his dreams which resulted in him having dreams/nightmares that he was being stalked by Pillar Men and masked dancers. He didnât want to admit this to Stephanie, he knew Stephanie probably wouldnât want her beloved boyfriend to be viewed as a wuss.
In addition, his back and shoulders broadened as his feet enlarged, he slowly rose up in height to 6â5 as his neckline altered, more visions assaulted his mind..visions that looked like a Hellraiser movie. His tawny brown hair spiking up and turning blonde as his features slowly contorted and warped themselves, taking on the likeness of Dio himself. He examined himself and couldnât help but lick his lips as his canines extended to become akin to fangs.
His voice deepened and also developed an English accent, as he couldnât help but think of turning his friends into vampires too. Thatâs when âDioâ took over, and Thomas was no more as his eyes turned a gold color. He saw what appeared to be one of his friends entering the apartment he was in and thatâs when he took the opportunity, he flew over to his friend Jacob and he smirked.
Jacob at first thought that Thomas/Dio was wearing an incredible realistic costumeâŚâYou thought it was Thomas, but it is I, Dio! Iâve always wanted to do that.â He went over to Jacob and grabbed him, using his hands and fingers to drain the blood out of his friend, also injecting him with a pathogen.
Veins popped up all over Jacobâs neck as his blood was drained by his friend, the vessels were sucked through Thomas/Dioâs fingers, as the pathogen was injected into him and through into his blood vessels, within a minute of minutes he felt himself thirsting for blood too until he started to turn, becoming a vampire like his friend. Thomas/Dio gazed out the window and smiled as he saw the blood moonâŚâah yes, what a wonderful night. Shall we go and hunt my friend?â
âYesâŚDio, letâs hunt together.â
âFollow me.â
Thomas/Dio and Jacob took off into the city, going after numerous people they liked and turning them into vampires in the same way that the latter had been turned, in addition to this they soon had themselves a new vampire clan of their own which became one of the most feared in the city.
Later on, Thomas/Dio turned the rest of his friends into vampires as well, but because they asked him nicely he was gentle with them. A couple of hours later the moon hid back behind the clouds and he reverted back to normal. âOh dear it happened again didnât it?â âIt sure did, you turned into Dio and you turned me, and your friends into vampires too.â
âI know I shouldnât have messed with Victoria.â
âSo what do we do now?â
âWell letâs just hope Stephanie doesnât know about this.â
âIâm sure weâll be perfectly fine.â
Thomas laughed as he and Jacob decided to head home,luckily for him Stephanie never did find out about his curse, but eventually she did and she was accepting of this. And thus with that, Thomas decided to carry on with what he normally did, he just had to be extra careful since he knew was likely to transform back into Dio any minute.
Thus brings us to the moral of the story, remember to think of your words and use them carefully when talking to a supernatural being, especially if that being can be put a curse on you.
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No Control || Frat!Tom Smut
summary â tom canât stop thinking about harrisonâs girl, and itâs starting to become a problem. â in love with your best friendâs girl au. warnings â this is fifty shades of morally-ambiguous grey, but I wouldnât say itâs /too/ out there..?¿ thereâs no actual infidelity but because of the au, there are themes of cheating, so avoid this if itâs a touchy subject for you. cw: a lot of alcohol, a ton of jealousy/possessiveness, heavy swearing, ongoing frat/party/bet culture, tom being a bad friend, harrison being a bad boyfriend, y/n being a bad girlfriend, and nsfw content. this contains smut! 18+ minors dni. word countâ 17.6k. a/n â please donât do this irl, this is just fantasy !!!! y/n, tom and harrison are all flawed people, so please donât go into this expecting them to all be perfect !!!! this was almost twenty thousand times more debased and fucked up, but I reeled it in last minute :â) that being said, this was still so much fun to write lmao. I listened to your girlfriend by blossoms + jessieâs girl pretty much on repeat as I wrote this! title is from 1dâs classic banger, which apparently influenced this more than Iâd thought. thanks to all the anons who sent in ideas for this the other week!! a lot of them made it into this fic, so if you sent in a conceptâthank you so much <3 I messed around with the pov so it flips halfway through! it should be obvious but Iâm flagging it so you donât think I went mad. hasnât happened yet my lovelies but frat!tom does test me ! :â)) enjoy !!! <3
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extended warnings â masturbating (male), oral + fingering (fem receiving), protected mxf sex. possessiveness in the dirty talk. again, there is no infidelity but there is a lot of bad behaviour + boundary pushing <3
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Tom has seen a lot of pretty girls in his life, but tonight, he thinks that heâs seen an angel.
The frat is loud. The crowd is so thick he can barely breeze, and the fog machine has left a deep grey smog smothering the living room. Flashing strobe lights and the deep drums of bass cut through the air, but despite the way Tomâs head hurts, everything irritating fades as he looks across the room and sees a girl. You. Youâre standing in the open doorway, leaning against one of the beams, a solo cup in one hand with the other resting on your waist.
He instantly knows that he wants you.
Youâre in a red dress, with the flattering material clinging to your waist and shoulders. It draws Tomâs attention, but thatâs quick to shift to your face as he watches you laugh at a joke made by one of your friends. He recognises a few of the people that youâre with from one of his lectures, but heâs almost certain heâs never seen you before. Heâd definitely remember.
âBro? Whatâs up?â Harrison is behind him, Tomâs best mate. Theyâve been friends since high school, and when Tom had decided to up sticks and move across the ocean to a college in America, Harrison had followed. Heâs good like that. âYouâre just staring at the wall. Look like a proper tosser.â
Tom scowls as he drags his eyes away from you, directing all of his most scathing anger at Harrison. The blond is smirking. Perched on top of his head is a black SnapBack, printed with the fratâs logo. It matches the one that Tomâs wearing, just Tom has it pulled on backwards. Heâs the only member of the frat that wears it like that, and itâs become an unofficial declaration of his status.
For the last year, Tom has held the revered position of president of the frat. Itâs a lot harder than heâd thought itâd be, but it comes with perks. Several perks.
âIâm looking,â Tom replies, crossing his arms.
âAt what?â
Discreetly, Tom brings his cup to his lips and uses his index finger to sneakily point across the room. He leads Harrison to you.
âThat girl,â he says slowly. âDo you know who she is? Who invited her?â
Tom prides himself on knowing most people on campusâor, at least, anyone he needs to know. Anyone involved in Greek life or the party scene at his college has a face burned to his memory, and he prides himself on recognising matching names too. A lot of power comes with being able to immediately recognise someone. It makes him likeable, and he feels good knowing that someone feels appreciated by him.
âDunno,â Haz mutters. He squints his eyes as he looks at you too. âSheâs with Tyra. Maybe theyâre friends?â
Tom scoffs. âWell, Iâd guess that, yeah.â
âAre you going to do anything, or continue to stare like a creep?â
After taking a final swig of his drink, Tom pushes the empty plastic cup into Harrisonâs hands. His mate thumps him on the back.
âIâll be back,â he mutters. Then Tom pauses and throws out an easy smile. âOr not. Depends.â
Harrison rolls his eyes. âGo on.â
âSee ya, mate.â
As Tom walks across the crowded room, he tries to hold himself a little straighter. Heâs dressed simply tonight, in an all-black combination of t-shirt and jeans, but the gold chain he has around his neck adds a little depth. Around his wrist is his watch, and it glints as Tom reaches up to briefly whip off his hat and tousle his hair. His eyes are fixed firmly on you, and he finds himself grinning when you see him.
Youâre even more radiant up close. Your eyes are a beautiful shade, and they fill with curiosity as you look Tom up and down. An expression of intrigue passes over your features as you mutter something to a friend and push away from the doorframe, being pulled to Tom as if by an unseen gravitational force.
âHi, darling,â Tom leads with, keeping his voice cool. When you step closer, he meets you, easily and lightly pressing his hands to your waist as he kisses your cheek. âIâm Tom.â
You give him a wry smile. âI know who you are,â you reply. Your eyes are fluttering all over his face, and your hips feel soft beneath his hands. âY/N.â
Tom likes how your voice sounds.
âBeautiful name for a beautiful woman,â he responds easily. He crosses his arms, angling them in a way that makes his muscles bulge. âIâve not seen you around here before.â
Thereâs a shyness to your gaze that makes Tom smile wider, and he watches as you fiddle with your hair and tentatively meet his gaze.
âDo you know everyone that comes to your parties, Tom?â
âYeah.â Tom slips his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. âOr, at least, I try to. I know Iâd definitely remember someone like you.â
âSomeone like me?â Youâre speaking louder now, emboldened by how fully Tomâs giving you his attention. All around you, there are people looking, people whispering. Everywhere Tom goes, he garners attention.
Tom offers you an easy smile, tilting his head to the side as he nods. Sometimes he likes to play it cool and keep his cards close to his chest, but he doesnât think youâd like that. He doesnât think the chase is necessary. Youâre looking at him with round, inquisitive eyes, and your gaze keeps circling back to his mouth.
âYouâre stunning, love,â he says. âDo you want to dance with me?â
You reach out and take his hand, and Tom feels a jolt of warmth trail up his spine. It confuses him. Heâs pursued a lot of girls in his life, and heâs felt attraction plenty of times before, but heâs never had his heart ache quite like that from just one touch. As you run your thumb over the back of his hand, you look up at him from beneath your lashes.
âA dance? With the president of the frat?â you tease. As Tom chuckles, you smile cheekily. âI dunno. What can you give me in return, if I give you what you want?â
âOh, a businesswoman,â he teases. âI see how it is.â
You smirk. âBusiness major,â you supply.
Tom arches his brows. âIâm a business major.â
âI know. Weâre in the same class.â
For a few minutes, you slip into conversation about your course. Tom learns that you share the same 9am every Monday morningâa class that he only managed to make it to the first week of term. You donât linger on the topic of academics for too long, though. It doesnât take much before Tomâs got you in the back corner of the room where itâs quieter, listening to you reel off your first impressions of the frat. You keep your hands on his shoulders, slowly but purposefully rolling your fingers over his shirt, keeping him on his feet as he catches a whiff of your peach perfume every time you move closer.
He almost gets his dance, but then thereâs a tap on his shoulder, and itâs one of his brothers, whispering about an incident on the patio involving a table and the pool. Tom grimaces and reluctantly casts his eyes back to you.
âI need to go and sort this out,â he mutters, frustrated. You shrug, biting your lip as you rock back on your heels. âWill I see you later?â
âI donât know. Will you?â
Tom smiles. âI will,â he promises. Wanting to give a lasting impression, he easily swoops his hand up to cup your cheek. When he receives a nod of approval, he leans in and deposits a lingering kiss to your forehead, inhaling a deep breath of your shampoo and feeling the tip of his nose tingle in response. You cling to his arms a little tighter, and when Tom goes to pull away, he isnât able to until youâve kissed his cheek.
âHave fun,â you say, stepping back.
âThanks, darling.â Tom gives you a final look, his insides debating whether or not he really needs to go deal with the issue. When thereâs a loud shout from out on the patio, he sighs. âTake care.â
Even when heâs out on the terrace, you stay on Tomâs mind. As he oversees two of the guys pulling the table out of the pool, he replays his interaction, mind swirling over your face, your figure, your voice. He finds himself scratching at his chin, not entirely present. After a while, he ends up back in the house, huddled with a group of the guys, and it isnât until someone pushes Harrison forward that Tom truly comes back into the room.
âHow long has it been, man?â Jacob, one of the guys, and one of Tomâs American friends, is grinning at Harrison. The man is standing in the middle of the group, bashful cheeks a light pink.
âEh⌠a couple weeks,â Harrison supplies.
âBullshit,â Tom adds, chuckling when Harrison flips him off. âHaz hasnât got laid in months.â
âFuck off,â Harrison mutters. âNot all of us are as...promiscuous as you, Tom.â
Tom shrugs. âWell, what are you going to do about it?â
Harrison pauses, stroking his chin. âDunno,â he finally decides.
Tom rolls his eyes. âWeâll wingman you,â he decides. He looks around at a few of the other guys and doesnât stop until theyâre all nodding and making similar sounds of agreement. âAnyone you like the look of tonight?â
Haz hesitates but eventually shakes his head. âNah. Havenât seen whoâs around.â
âAlright.â Tom presses his palms together, an idea forming. âNext girl that walks into the room, weâll set you up with.â
Harrison hesitates. âBut what if sheâs taken?â
Jacob steps forward, smirking. âThe next single girl who walks into this room,â he clarifies. He holds out a hand and raises a brow. âBet?â
Harrison looks down at Jacobâs hand. A bet, like the one heâs referring to, may as well be as binding as a contract. Thereâs no going back. He looks to Tom, a little nervous, but the fear vanishes when Tom nods.
âAlright.â Harrison does the frat handshake, and the guys around them all holler. Tom makes his own loud sound of support, grinning widely. âWeâll do it.â
They have to wait for a while. The first few girls that walk in are all accompanied by partners. Tomâs starting to get tetchy and he knows Harrison is too, but as soon as that thought crosses his mind, the universe decides to throw a curveball right into his face.
You walk in.
âOh, shit,â Jacob says. He elbows Harrison. âThere you go.â
Harrison immediately looks at Tom. âUh⌠Isnât sheâŚ?â
Tom sucks in a hard breath, the sound sticking behind his teeth. âYep.â He looks at Harrison, whoâs looking particularly deflated.
For a moment, Tom thinks about Haz and everything that heâs done to support him. Harrison flew across oceans to stay with Tom, moved into the frat with him, operates as his right-hand man. Heâs his golf buddy, his gym partner, his best mate. For Haz to go back on such a public bet would be the same as resigning himself to social humiliation, and Tom would be a terrible friend for making him do that. Tom can give him this.
Right?
âI donât need toââ
âNah.â Tom decides to step up. âItâs a bet. Itâs fine.â
Harrison grimaces. âAre you sure?â
Tom feels like a petulant child. Now heâs agreed to it, he feels his stomach rebelling. You find yourself at the centre of his attention again as he looks back over, instantly regretting it as the action connects your eyes with his. His breathing catches as your lips pull into an eager smile.
But Tom pushes through it. He looks away and stares at the floor as he nods, strengthening his attitude as he reaches out to smack Harrison on the back.
âYep. Go for it.â
âThanks, bro.â
He can barely watch as his guys approach you, and Tom decides to stay back in the corner of the room. Itâs clear that youâre confused at first, but through quick discreet glances, Tom watches as you start to talk with Harrison. When Tom gets approached by another girl, you start to speak with Haz more freely, and he assumes that youâve forgotten all about your conversation from earlier. When Jacob and the others split off, leaving you and Harrison alone in the back corner, Tom has to leave the room.
For a while, Tom drinks. He does a couple of shots out on the patio and chats with a few girls, and eventually, heâs pulled back inside the house. He ends up in the large living room, where the main party is happening, and it seems that you and Harrison have taken it to the next level in his absence.
Tomâs lips curve into a scowl as he looks across the room and sees you, wrapped up in Harrison. The blondâs hands roam all over you, moving from your cheeks, shifting back into your hair before curving down your figure. Tom can barely keep watching as Harrisonâs palms curl around your waist and go down to squeeze your ass, and he swears he can almost hear the breathless moan you deposit into the air in response.
He looks away when Harrison starts to nibble at your neck and you toss your head back in pleasure, but Tom canât stop himself from stealing quick glances every few seconds. In the pit of his stomach lies a terrible beast, acidic and possessive, clawing at his heart. Thereâs a tenseness to his jaw that he canât quite shake, even when Tom tosses the remnants of the shit beer down his throat. There are easily a hundred people in the room with him, but he doesnât care about a single one of them. The only one he cares about is you.
After a few moments of his eyes dissecting the contours of your face, Tom feels someone wrap their arms around his waist. He stiffens, turning his head and looking around until he finds himself staring at the face of a girl from his accounting course. Sheâs pretty, wearing silver eyeshadow, and Tom thinks that her name is Sasha.
âHey, Tommy,â she greets. Her perfume smells overpowering and it makes Tom grimace. âWanna dance with me?â
Tom looks back across the room, his stomach turning as he sees Harrison has pulled you down onto a sofa with him. As you straddle his lips and continue to kiss him, his blood runs hot.
âFuck yeah, darling,â he mutters. Tom reaches out and wraps an arm around the girl, pulling her closer and letting his eyes fall shut as her lips find their way to his neck. âLetâs dance.â
He doesnât need you. He barely fucking knows you. Tom has met a thousand girls, and it feels as though heâs kissed as many. The only things he knows about you are inconsequentialâwho cares if you smell like peaches and wear a glossy lip balm? Who gives a fuck that your voice sounds like a pretty wind-chime. Not Tom, thatâs for sure. Tomâs got another girl kissing him and tugging on his hair. He doesnât need you.
So why canât he stop thinking about you?
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The pillow that Tom has wedged over his head makes his ears ache and does nothing to obscure the sounds drifting into his room, so after a few moments of failed silence, he throws it aside. A loud huff passes by his lips.
Itâs been a month since the party, and every Sunday morning since, without fail, heâs been woken by the sounds of your moans. Harrisonâs room is right next door, and though heâd always complained to Tom that the walls are thin, Tom had never been the one on the receiving end like this. Itâs always been Tom having lazy post-party sex with a random girl, or Tom taking a girl into the shower room and locking out his brothers all morning. Now itâs Harrison, making noise with you, and suddenly itâs not just the fact that heâs not had sex in four weeks thatâs getting on his nerves.
Your moans are loud as they catch in the back of your throat, and they make Tom hard. He grumbles as he reaches down, hands dipping beneath the covers as he pushes a palm beneath his boxers. A softened groan passes past his lips as he pulls out his cock, pausing only to bring his hand back to his lips and spit on it before he starts to jerk off.
Tom had gotten over the guilt of getting off to you without your knowledge two weeks ago. For all he knows, you know that he can hear you, and youâre being so loud for him. Heâs learnt that youâre cheeky like that, and the thought makes Tom tug his cock a little harder. Harrisonâs bed is squeaky, and he can only imagine that youâre riding him. Tom bites back a moan as he imagines how pretty you must look on top.
Heâs spent more time with you now, since that party, and it hasnât helped his predicament at all. Every time he runs into you, you seem to grow hotter, and his attraction for you only burns brighter when he sees Haz grab your hand or kiss your lips. What had started as a bet for one night together has escalated, and now youâre both dating. Tom doesnât think that heâs a bad person, nor would he ever say heâs a bad friend, but youâve become his forbidden fruit.
Maybe itâs the fact that he canât have you that makes Tom so incensed. Heâs never been denied like thisâbeen blocked so unscrupulously and irritatingly. Whilst you arenât official with Harrison, Tom knows that his mate likes you. Hell, he can hear how much he likes you, right now, as Hazâs bed continues to squeak and your moans rise in volume.
Tom thinks he could get you to moan louder.
It takes an embarrassing two-minute window before Tomâs biting back a yell of your name, cumming in sync with a set of particularly loud whines that you emit next-door. He falls back onto the mattress, his clean hand going up to card through his curls as he tries to catch his breath. For a few moments, he lays there, scowling up at the ceiling as he tries to bathe in the afterglow of release, but it goes crashing down again when he hears your light giggles followed by Harrisonâs deep guffaws.
Tom practically storms out of bed, wiping at his hand with some tissues before he stamps into a pair of grey joggers and leaves his room, slamming the door loudly in his wake. He hopes the sound scares Harrison so much he falls off his fucking bed.
The bad mood continues, even after Tomâs leapt through the shower and scrubbed at his ears. He ends up in the fratâs kitchen, the wide space still partially littered with solo cups and discarded bags of crisps from the party the night before. There are a few junior members of the frat hobbling around with black bin bags, looking pale and peaky. When they see Tom, they try and pretend theyâre not hungover, and their act of skittish admiration is enough to make him feel a little better.
Heâs just starting to assemble a protein shake when the air in the kitchen changes. Tom finds his eyes drifting towards the door, just in time to watch you walk in. The sun seems to follow you as you stroll into the kitchen, one hand at your side as the other plays with the tips of your hair, a relaxed smile on your face. As you look around the room and take stock of the several fratboys sitting on random pieces of furniture, your smile draws shyer, and Tom watches you glance down at your feet as you hurry towards the counters to where he is. You catch his eye, a blinding smile unfurling across your lips as you raise a hand in greeting.
As you sweep close, Tom blinks himself out of his stupor. He swallows down the lump in his throat as he steps forward to kiss your cheek, his hands falling onto your shoulders. When you step away, he takes in your outfit. Your legs are mostly bare, but youâre in a pair of shorts with an oversized grey t-shirt slouched on top of you. Tomâs eager eyes dip down, caressing your chest until they find the pointed tips of your nipples, straining against the fabric.
He clears his throat as he feels his cock prick to life.
âMorning, darling,â he manages, immediately turning around and facing the counter. He uses the smoothie as a pretence, but really he doesnât want you to see the building bulge between his legs.
You seem to be oblivious, and Tom sucks in a breath as you step close. You place your chin on his shoulder and peer over it, comfortably leaning into him, and he swears he can feel your tits brushing up against his bare spine.
âMorning, Tom,â you greet, voice raspy and pure. âHowâs your hangover?â
Tom chuckles, focusing very intently on ignoring the way your minty breath fans out across his cheek. Youâve got your arms wrapped loosely around him, hugging him easily and comfortably. Heâd never complain that youâre at ease around him, but it doesnât help his boner.
âFine,â he responds, playing it cool. âIâm a pro at this, darling. Canât remember the last time I had a hangover.â
You snort, and despite the loud volume, Tom thinks itâs a beautiful sound.
âYouâre so fucking cocky,â you murmur, voice vibrating straight into his ear. âI feel like Iâm going to die. Headâs killing me.â
Tom coos. He spends a moment violently mixing some green protein powder into the rest of his smoothie, then reaches up and rummages through a cupboard. When he procures a packet of painkillers, you release a deep sound of relief and finally step back.
âThere you go, love,â he mutters. He makes sure to brush your hand with his as he passes it to you, smirking slightly when you jump. A lot of the time, Tom thinks his attraction to you is one-sided, but then something like this happens and casts doubt on that assessment. Neither of you has mentioned the night that you met, and sometimes he wonders if he should bring it up.
Tired and slightly delirious, Tom decides to test the waters. Just for fun, because he can, and because he likes the thought of making you flustered. He knows that his reputation precedes him and that you probably buy into the idea that heâs a flirt as much as everyone else does. If you respond badly, heâll just blame it on his naturally charming disposition, and if Haz takes issue with it, well⌠Tom will just bring up the many red marks on his ledger.
âThanks, Tom,â you say. He watches you rummage through a cupboard and pull out a glass, and his eyes follow your legs as you lean over the sink to get water and the hem of the shirt rides up.
âYou know youâre fucking stunning, yeah?â Tom says before he can second-guess his plan.
You freeze, the waterline in your glass threatening to spill as you try to process his words. When you look back, thereâs an expression of curious bewilderment on your face.
âWhat?â
Tom, his boner finally soft again, turns around to face you properly. He brings his arms over his chest, smirking wider as he watches you look at the curves of his biceps. Heâs shirtless, and he knows the hours heâs spent in the yard doing weights with Haz shows in the firm definition of his abs and pecs. You seem to enjoy looking at him.
âYou look hot.â Tom watches your face very carefully, not wanting to cross too many lines. âI bet Harrison told you that though, this morning.â
Something shifts on your face, and you bite your lip. âWellâŚâ
âWell?â
âHarrison doesnât say much in the mornings. Or, well, ever.â You pause, a deep line carving between your troubled brows. âHe isnât very vocal.â
Tom hums, stepping a little closer. âHarrison is good at a lot of things, but he has certain shortcomings.â
You lick your lower lip, and Tomâs gaze lingers on the glistening trail of your saliva.
âLike what?â
Tom makes a non-committal noise and pauses to take a sip of his smoothie.
âWell, you know. Heâs very intense. He doesnât always see whatâs right in front of him.â
You raise an amused eyebrow. âArenât you supposed to be friends?â
âWe are. Heâs my best mate. But that doesnât mean I canât criticise him for acting carelessly.â Tom drops his voice, letting you see the way he checks you out. âI just think that he doesnât appreciate how lucky he is sometimes.â
You turn away, breaking eye contact as you take your pills. As you hum a soft tune, you pick up the kettle and fill it up, only looking back to Tom when itâs been plugged in and starting to boil.
âAlright, Iâll bite,â you reply, voice curious. You step closer until youâre standing in front of Tom, your eyes again going to his bare chest. âWhat does Harrison have that you donât think he appreciates enough?â The suggestive look in your eyes matches the seductive inflexion in your voice, and Tom feels a shiver pass down his spine.
He plays it off coolly, shrugging slightly. âIâm just saying, darling, that if I had the honour of waking up beside someone as beautiful as you, I wouldnât let you out of my sights all morning.â Tom reaches out slowly, gently letting his fingers bridge the gap between you as he toys with the hem of your shirt. You move closer, subtly encouraging him to continue, so Tom lets his hands shift up to hold your waist, feeling your curious eyes on him the whole time. âWhat was he thinking, eh? Letting such a lovely lady leave his bed. Crazy.â
You chuckle, a bashful smile on your face as you gnaw your lower lip. âWell, he wanted tea.â
Tom hums. âAnd I think that thatâs bullshit.â He pauses suddenly, eyebrows raising as he finally looks away from your face and finds his gaze sticking on an emblem branded to your big t-shirt. A deep chuckle vibrates through his chest. Of fucking course. âYou know what this is, love?â he asks, tugging at your shirt. When you shake your head, he grins. âBoyfriend material.â
Your reaction is immediate: soft frown, arched brows, confused stare.
âHarrison is not my boyfriend,â you say.
Tom clicks his tongue. âNever said he was.â He rolls his hands up your sides, gently caressing your warm figure. Though he wants to run his palms higher to your chest, he stops himself. âThis is my shirt, babe. Laundry gets them mixed up all the time, but itâs mine.â
Your lips part and you look between Tom and your shirt with horror in your eyes. âOh, fuck,â you murmur. Immediately, your hands fly down to the hem. âDo you want me to take it off?â
He shakes his head. âNah,â he says. âAs much as Iâm sure Iâd like that, there are too many other people in here.â He feels jealous again just thinking about it.
You nod, pausing the movement after a second as your eyes narrow. âWait, how do you even know? Itâs just a plain t-shirt?â
âWhat, you think Iâm making this up?â Tomâs smirking again, and it widens as you fluster. ââS alright, love.â He reaches up and points at the emblem which marks an event from rush week last year. âLogo,â he states. âAnd⌠I think youâll find if we take a look at the label on the back, itâs got my name on it.â
You let him manhandle you, melting back into his hold as Tom stands forward and turns you around. He brushes your hair out of the way and reaches up, gracing his fingers over your spine as he delicately pulls out the back label. You wonât be able to see it, but it fills him with smugness to see his initials stained stark against the label: TSH.
âWell⌠Iâm sorry, anyway.â Your voice is hoarse, light and feathery as if youâre holding your breath. Tom lets his hand rest on your shoulder after heâs tucked the label back. Heâd move away, but youâre leaning into him completely, your hands grasping at the palm that he has curled around your stomach. âI promise it wonât happen again.â
Tom leans down, and in a bold move, very gently kisses the base of your neck. Your skin is soft and warm beneath his lips, and the breathless gasp you release is just as sweet.
âItâs okay,â he rumbles. He pauses, eyes fluttering shut as he inhales your peachy scent. âFeel free to use it any time youâd like.â
Not wanting to push too hard, Tom leaves a final, wetter kiss to the bottom of your neck before moving back, unwrapping his arm from around your waist and repositioning his hands back on the counter. He leans against the wooden cabinets, wondering if youâd been able to feel his hard-on thatâd peskily bounced back when heâd heard your whimper.
If you feel anything, you donât say anything. In fact, youâre quiet as you step to the side and pour out the boiled water into two mugs. âThanks,â you say, speaking through the steam. You glance back to Tom, and he swears your eyes are darker. âItâs soft.â
Tom sips his smoothie, eyeing you over the brim as you poke at a tea bag with a metal teaspoon.
âFabric softener,â he says, nodding slightly. His brain is running slow, still caught up on how nice itâd felt to kiss your neck. âIt suits you.â
You throw him another shy smile. âHow does Haz take his tea again? No sugar, yeah?â
Tom bites his lip. âWrong,â he lies. âHaz likes three sugars. Donât be afraid to put in a little more, though.â
You eye him sceptically. âI donât think thatâs right.â
âHe is my best friend, love,â Tom says. He hides his mischievous grin behind his smoothie, and he watches you roll your eyes. âListen, if heâs got a problem with it, he can take it up with me or he can come and make his own cup of sodding tea. Lazy bastard.â
You snort, and Tom feels his stomach turn as he watches you spoon three teaspoons into Hazâs mug.
âWell, Iâll let you know what he says,â you mutter. Finally, you pick up the mugs in your hands and walk forward, pausing in front of Tom. Your eyes skim his figure again, briefly zeroing in on his chest before caressing the fine lines of his lips. âThanks for keeping me company. This was fun.â
Tom nods and steps forward to kiss your cheek. He hopes you can feel how desperately he wants to press his lips to yours.
âAny time, darling,â he assures. âIf you ever need anything, you know where I am, yeah?â He lets his teeth brush your earlobe as he pulls back slowly, smiling to himself when he sees you shiver.
âYeah,â you murmur. You swallow deeply, and your eyes hold his gaze for one moment longer before you tear them away. âHave a nice morning, Tom.â
Tom watches you walk across the kitchen, almost stumbling when you get distracted trying to look over your shoulder back at him. He smirks, raising a few fingers in a lazy wave.
âSee ya!â he calls back.
His blood doesnât stop pumping until youâre all the way out of sight, and even after that, he knows the only way heâll be able to properly shake you is by attending to his hard-on. Again.
Youâre like a shadow that wonât stop chasing him.
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The party is in full swing, and Tom feels like a king.
There are several benefits to parading the title of president of the frat. Tom gets the largest room in the house, along with an ensuite. Heâs able to prioritise himself on the gym schedule and the cleaning rota. Every party, heâs looked up to, treated like royalty, his every wish and command carried out by his brothers. If he doesnât like a song, itâs changed. All it takes is one arched brow in the direction of a partygoer, and theyâre ejected from the house. The beer is his favourite make, and everyone loves him.
Tom has the whole world in his hands, which is why itâs incredibly infuriating that his kingdom tonight isnât ordered how heâd like it.
Itâs two months into the semester, and the buzz thatâd characterised earlier parties has faded. Finals are coming up soon, so maybe thatâs why Tom feels unsettled. Or, maybe itâs the fact that the music isnât hitting quite as well as usual. It could be that he hasnât tied his shoes as tightly as he normally does, or maybe that the vibe within the house is just...off.
But Tom knows exactly what the problem is if he brings himself to think about it. Heâs tried drowning his ugly feelings in cheap beer, but thereâs no denying it: his mood had taken a significant plummet when heâd glanced across the room and seen Harrison with his hands all over you, your lips locked together. The shard of jealousy that had lodged itself in the warm precipice of his heart is unshakeable, and thereâs a horrible bitter taste on his tongue.
Tom is so fucking jealous that heâs about two seconds away from pointing at the couple and getting someone to kick you out.
âBro. Bro. The fuck is wrong with you, man?â
Itâs probably a good thing that Tomâs been interrupted, as heâs fairly sure thereâs enough poison in his gaze to burn off a large patch of Harrisonâs hair. He shakes a grimace over his lips as he looks to the side, eyes falling to his friend, Jacob. Jacobâs in a loose Hawaiian shirt, the red and white pattern glowing under the luminescence of the UV lights.
âWhat?â Tom says, playing it cool. He takes another drink, shuddering slightly as he lets the alcohol ease him.
âYou look like you want to beat someone up.â Jacob squints, trying to look in the direction that Tom knows heâd been staring in. âI only see Haz. Are you guys, like⌠Good?â
Tom releases a short bark. ââCourse, man,â he says, voice lifting lighter. âWhy wouldnât we be?â
Jacob scoffs. Itâs loud in the crowded living room, but Tom can feel the undertones. âUh, we all know about the bet. We all also know that youâd had your eyes on Y/N before Haz pulled her.â He pauses, wiggling his brows until Tom punches his arm and scowls. âIâm just sayinâ... Seems like you have some unresolved shit going on.â
Tom doesnât deem him with a response, not knowing where to start with that. Itâs Saturday night. The last thing he wants to do is talk about this. He already drives himself mad every other day of the week as he ponders this particular puzzle.
âWe need to get the energy up,â Tom mutters. He spins around, beckoning over a few of his friends with his hands. Someone gives him a shot, and he downs it before looking back at Jacob. âWeâll do a game or something. Get people. Weâll do it on the patio.â
Ten minutes later, thereâs an assembly of partygoers on the terrace at the back of the house. Itâs a mix of sorority girls, jocks, and fratbros, but Tom doesnât pay them much attention as he claims his spot on a rickety canvas camping chair and sits back. He lets Jacob take the lead, doing another two shots when he sees you and Haz join the circle.
Youâre in a black dress tonight, the material skimming just above your knees. As you walk out onto the patio, the midnight breeze swishes the hem up a little, and Tom watches as you giggle and drop Hazâs hand to smooth it down. Harrison presses an easy kiss to your cheek, and the smile on your face builds. It freezes when you spot Tom, your eyes darkening as your teeth dig into the pink flesh of your lower lip. Tom raises a brow, watching you stand a little straighter as your gaze runs over his form, lingering on the golden chain heâd pulled on earlier.
The spell breaks when Harrison sits on a chair and tugs you down with him, an expression of irritation briefly souring your angelic face before you smooth it back. Tom doesnât look away until Jacob starts to speak.
âSpin the bottle,â Jacob announces, looking around at each person. There are a few groans, but theyâre drowned out by the cheers. Tom just rolls his eyes, sitting back and briefly surveying the circle. Heâs pretty sure heâs pulled at least five of the girls already, and the rest of them seem fine, too. Obviously, thereâs only one person heâd want the spin to land on, but heâs already accepted that the universe isnât on his side when it comes to you.
A few rounds pass. Tom isnât really paying attention until the neck of the bottle lands on him and he has to kiss a girl from his psychology class. Itâs a quick kiss, and her lip gloss makes his mouth tingle, but Tom only realises how hammered he is when he has to sit up from his chair and lean over to spin the bottle.
Tom looks around the circle as his fingers ponder the glass, grasping the attention of the group like heâs holding court. He looks at you and finds you looking at him, your lower lip held between your teeth as Harrison rubs your arm. Haz has you in his lap, your legs thrown across his thighs as you sit on him sideways. Harrisonâs blond curls rest up against the side of your face, and Tom has to look away as he grimaces.
The bottle spins. It clatters quickly over the paving stone, hurtling with an angry force that Tom hadnât entirely intended to use. He holds his breath, his eyes widening as it stops. Pointing at you.
âLooks like thatâs Y/N,â Jacob announces.
Tom sits back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks at Harrison. His mateâs eyes have lost their charm, a deep frown settled on his face. Tom thinks he looks exactly like the tough-faced models from Vogue with that mardy scowl on his face. He raises a brow, as if to say, up to you, and watches as you turn in Harrisonâs lap and whisper something into his ear.
A moment passes, and Tomâs surprised when Haz nods and pushes you up from his lap. He meets Tomâs eyes, giving him another smaller nod, and Tom sits back, pleasantly resigned to the fact that Harrison isnât going to ruin the game.
âHi,â you greet as you approach him, smiling.
Tom reaches out, offering you his hands as you finish treading over the collection of limbs and shoes that crowd the patio. Your fingers are so soft in his.
âHi, darling,â he responds. Tom feels hot, everywhere, and he hopes his cheeks arenât as red as they feel. âYou look stunning,â he adds, voice quieter.
âThanks.â
You hesitate, eyeing him up and down as if trying to assess the best way to kiss him. The girl heâd just kissed had bent over to press her lips to his, and as Tom remembers this, he drops one of your hands and reaches up and wipes his mouth again, trying to eradicate all traces of her lips. When heâs achieved this, he tentatively reaches up and presses the palm to your waist. Respectfully, of course. There are a lot of people watching.
You seem to be less reluctant to indulge, and Tom feels his eyes widen as you step forward and sink into his lap, your knees bending as you press your shins into the canvas of the camping chair on either side of Tomâs thighs. Suddenly your face is hanging in front of his, warm breath coming out over his face, and Tom has just enough time to wonder why your breath smells of pineapples before youâre leaning in.
He kisses you, and for a few seconds, heâs frozen. Everything that heâs learnt at the frat and over the course of his college life goes flying out the window, and heâs left feeling like a kid again. The background noise filters out, and all he can focus on is the weight of your body pressing into his legs and the feeling of your lips, soft and silky, moving over his. When you reach up to weave a hand into his hair, he comes back around, the roar of the party filling his ears as an adrenaline rush floods his chest.
Tom knows this will probably be his only chance to kiss you, so he leaves nothing behind. He brings both hands to your waist, urging you closer as he recovers his charm and kisses you properly. His tongue works into your open mouth, pressing against you and exploring the sweet space of your lips as you moan into him. He feels your fingers drift down, one of your hands staying bedded in his curls as the other plays with his chain. Never before has Tom felt so consumed by a kiss, and if the circumstances were different, he wouldnât hesitate to reach around and grab handfuls of your skin, wouldnât hold back his kisses, or his moans, or his coos of praising endearment. Heâd give you everything.
When you pull back, your nose brushes up against his, and it feels like the two of you are the only ones in the world.
âHow was that?â you ask, voice quiet. Thereâs a shyness to your disposition, a nervousness as you meet his eyes.
Tom reaches up, holding your cheek and brushing his thumb across your chin. He tidies up your smudged lipstick as he squeezes your waist.
âPerfect,â he replies, voice low. He can feel Harrison staring at him, but he doesnât give a fuck. âYouâre⌠Youâre incredible, darling.â
You sit a little taller, looking proud of yourself. âWell, now I understand what all the hype is about,â you mutter. âYouâre a good kisser. A really good kisser.â You pause as a shiver works its way down your spine, and Tom glances at your bare arms.
âHere,â he mutters. When you stand from his lap, heâs glad his jeans have some wiggle room so his raging boner is less obvious. Tomâs quick to shrug off his jacket, and he passes it up to you without a second thought. âDonât freeze,â he says, wagging a finger at you.
âTom, I couldnâtââ
âYeah, you can.â
You bite your lip. âWonât you be cold?â
Tom just flexes his biceps, smirking again as he sees you checking out his muscles. âGot these bad boys to keep me warm,â he teases, pointing at his guns. He softens, just for a moment. âItâs fine. Said you could always use my stuff, didnât I?â
You look flustered, opening and then immediately closing your mouth before turning around and making your way back over to Harrison. Tom sits back in his chair, trying halfheartedly to suppress the smirk that continues to hold his lips as he admires how nice his jacket looks draped loosely across your shoulders. You always wear his clothes so well.
Tom looks at Jacob, who shakes his head in response. Then he looks at Harrison, and he canât stop himself from laughing. Harrisonâs a shade of salmon pink, and it only softens out a little bit when you settle back into his lap and kiss his cheek. Tom watches Harrison flip him off then pull you closer and kiss you harshly, and messily. You donât seem as into it as youâd been with Tom, he realises. Youâre holding back, grimacing slightly as Harrison pulls back a triumphant moment later.
The game concludes a while later, but Tom stays out on the patio, feeling dizzier by the second. The camping chair is comfortable, and the chill in the air helps him feel soberer. Whilst Tom doesnât regret the multiple cups of beer and several shots, he does consider that he mightâve gone a little too far in his efforts to forget about you.
Youâre gone, now. Out of sight, back in the party. Tomâs making light conversation with a few of the guys still left in the circle, but they clear out when a shadowy presence falls across the patio. It doesnât take long for Tom to realise itâs Harrison, and he tries his best to sit up straight and look less smug as Harrison drags a chair over and places it opposite Tom.
Harrison stares at him, hard. Heâs in a matching snapback and a loose white t-shirt, his ring glinting as he crosses his fingers and examines Tomâs face.
âSoâŚâ Tom starts, disliking how charged the air is. âYâalright, Haz?â
âShut the fuck up, Tom,â Harrison says instead. When Tom pulls a face, he sharpens his gaze. âWhatâs wrong with you?â
Tom chuckles. Heâs feeling drunk and annoying. âWell, thatâs a bit of an unspecific question, Harrison. There are many things that you might say are wrong with meââ
âYou know what Iâm talking about.â Harrison breaks off, sighing loudly as he flops back in his chair and runs a hand through his hair. He looks smaller, nervous. âDo you have a thing for my girl?â
Instinctively, Tom shakes his head. âY/N?â he says dumbly. When Harrison nods, Tom hums. âIs she your girl?â
Harrison flounders for a moment. âI mean⌠Technically no, but weâve been hooking up for two months.â He pauses, grimacing. âLook, mate. I know I fucked it when we met her. I knew you wanted her, and I still took on the bet. But I really fucking like her now, and⌠AndâŚâ
âAnd?â
âIf you decide that you want her, youâll get her. You always do.â Harrison grumbles as he crosses his arms. âCan I not have one thing? Just one.â
âYou do know that Y/N is perfectly capable of making her own decisions, yeah?â Tom says, only slurring slightly.
âOh, yeah. Of course, of course.â Harrisonâs bobbing his head almost comically. âBut still⌠Do you know what I mean?â
Tom closes his eyes for a few moments, the patio spinning. He speaks through gritted teeth. âHaz, I love you, man. You know what Iâm like. Iâm a flirt.â He cracks open an eye and gives Harrison a dopey smile, and the next words he speaks are the truth. âI wouldnât seriously try to steal your girl, alright? I wouldnât sleep with her if you guys have a thing. We were just playing the game.â
Harrison releases a deep breath. âThanks, man, Iââ
âWait.â Tom feels bolder. âYou do need to tell her, though.â
âTell her what?â
Tom narrows his eyes. âYou know what,â he says, speaking to a very sheepish-looking Harrison. âSheâd want to know that your relationship is built from a bet. If you⌠If you seriously think that youâre gânna have a fucking relationship with her, she needs honesty.â Just the thought of you and Harrison going official makes him feel sick.
âNo way.â Harrisonâs curls go flying as he shakes his head. âFuck that. Are you mad? Sheâd break it off.â
Tom grimaces and looks away from Harrison. âIâm just saying,â he mutters. âYou shouldnât lie to the people you care about.â
Itâs rich coming from him, but Tom knows that nothing heâs said has been a lie. He wonât sleep with you if youâre still with Haz. Maybe heâd try to break you both up, but he wouldnât purposefully sleep with someone in a relationship. Logistically, he doesnât think heâd be able to, even if he wanted to, because despite the tantalising banter heâs able to carry out with you, youâre a good person. Youâd never cheat on Harrison.
âYeah.â Harrison looks guilty now. âI guess.â His eyes shift away from Tom, falling to someone else. Tom startles when he feels two hands come down to rest on his shoulders, and glances down, only relaxing when he recognises the silver rings curled around your fingers.
As if a deity, youâve appeared, just when Tom was thinking about you. He wonders if itâll always work like this.
âHi,â you greet, looking first to Harrison, then Tom. âWhat are you guys talking about?â
Youâre standing behind his chair, perfume light and peachy. When Tom cranes his head back, your perfect face blurs.
âNothinâ,â he murmurs, a sleepy grin on his lips.
You chuckle. âHow drunk are you right now?â you ask.
Tom makes a non-committal sound. âI donât want to stand up and find out,â he admits. âSo Iâm just going to stay here until I get sober.â
âWhat if it rains?â
âWell, I guess Iâll get wet.â He reaches back and grabs lightly at his jacket, still covering your upper half. âSome thief ran off with my jacket.â
You snort, then pat his shoulders before walking around to the front of his chair. You offer him your hands, and Tom takes them easily.
âBabe?â Harrison pipes up. âWhat are you doing?â
With ease, you help Tom up from the chair. He fakes it a little, exaggerating just how woozy he is so that you have to wrap your arms around his waist. He hides his mischievous smirk in the crook of your neck, suppressing his guilt. He wasnât lying to Harrisonâhe will stay in his lane. But old habits die hard, and youâre very warm, and heâs very drunk, especially with the blood rushing to his head.
âPutting him to bed,â you respond. âHeâs tired.â
Suddenly, Tom finds himself yawning. He leans into you, pouting softly at Harrison as he tries to look as exhausted as possible. Heâs always been a convincing actor, and his friend buys it completely.
âAlright,â Harrison says. âDo you need help?â
You shake your head. âNah,â you respond. âIâll be fine.â You squeeze Tomâs waist. âHeâs just a big teddy bear.â
Tom doesnât think he likes that (if anything, heâs a lion), but it seems to ease Harrison. The man presses forward, kissing your cheek before giving Tom a firm pat on his shoulder.
âRight, then,â he says. âIâll be inside.â Harrison glances at Tom, reluctance filling his blue eyes before fading slowly. âSweet dreams, bro.â
âThanks, Hazzy.â
âDonât ever fucking call me that again.â
Tomâs still chuckling as you lead him back inside, and he knows that youâre trying not to giggle too.
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Tom already knows that youâre cute, but as you help him up the staircase and get him ready for bed, your adorableness really comes through.
âDrink this,â you announce, walking back into his bedroom with a glass of water in your hands. Tom admires the way that you walk, glad heâs already in bed and hiding beneath the covers. Your hair is a little wild, and he knows thatâs probably his faultâTomâs cheeky, and heâs especially persistent when heâs hammered, and he mightâve been a bit mischievous in the bathroom when youâd tried to convince him to brush his teeth, refusing until youâd had to physically push the brush into his mouth. Youâd rolled your eyes, and heâd been distracted by watching you in the mirror.
âWhat is it?â he asks annoyingly. Now Tom is almost naked, clad only in his boxers, and he does a deliberately long stretch of his arms above his head, smirking as the duvet falls down to expose his toned torso.
You roll your eyes again as you sit on the edge of his bed, pushing the glass into his hands. âWater,â you supply. You stare at him, raising a brow. âProbably wonât help with the hangover, but I feel like I need to try.â
Tom takes a few sips, looking at you over the rim of the glass. You look tired, up close. Still glowing, and beautiful, and gorgeous, but tired. Your lipstick is faded, and he can see the shadows of your dark circles peeking through your makeup.
âAre you okay?â he asks.
You glance at him, chuckling shortly before looking down at your hands. You play around with a few of your rings, sighing.
âJust tired,â you respond. You manage a forced smile. âDoesnât matter.â
He frowns. âIt does.â Tom obediently downs the entire glass, wanting to coax a smile to your face. âWhyâd you come out if youâre tired?â
âHaz wanted me to.â You bring your eyes back to Tom. âI wanted to come and support you, too.â
Tom blinks. âMe?â
âYeah.â
âAww.â
You scrunch up the end of your nose as you stand from his bed, smoothing down your dress with your hands. âWell, I do care about you, Tom. I know thereâs a lot of pressure on you to make the parties good.â
Warmth bursts through Tomâs chest. âThatâs so cute,â he mutters. He looks up at you, the light being cast from the ceiling light cascading over your shoulders like a halo. âYouâre cute.â
âAnd youâre plastered,â you respond, smiling. You walk closer, running a hand over the top of the duvet until you reach Tom. When youâre standing up by his head, you tentatively reach down to push his shoulders. âLie down,â you coax. âBedtime.â
Tom sinks into his mattress with ease, smiling when you gently pick up his head and plump the pillows. You reach down and pull the duvet up to his chin, tucking it in around his chest firmly, your tongue held between your teeth as you go. Youâre very attentive, and the sight of you looking after him so well doesnât help his predicament at all.
âThanks, darling,â Tom murmurs. He sighs contentedly. âSo comfy,â he whines. âWhy donât you stay with me if youâre tired?â He cracks open an eye just in time to see the expression of shock on your face fade to one of amusement.
âI donât think thatâs a good idea,â you respond. âCan you imagine how confused youâd be waking up in the morning?â
âWould be a good kind of confusion, though.â Tom rounds out his eyes, trying to look as soft and unassuming as possible. âIâm a great bed partner, babe. I wonât kick you. Iâll give you space. Or, if you want, Iâll cuddle you. Iâm great at cuddling people.â
You just laugh, your face vibrant and light. âYouâre so funny,â you say. âI wonder if youâll remember this tomorrow.â
Tom scowls, grumpily snuggling further into bed. âI invite a pretty girl into my bed and she rejects me,â he grumbles. âYour loss, baby.â
âYou sound more and more like a fratboy every time we speak.â You stand back, crossing your arms over your chest as you look him up and down. âRight. I left painkillers on the side, and thereâs more water too. Sweet dreams, Tom.â
You turn to leave, but Tom makes a noise of objection. You pause, raising a brow in question.
âGoodnight kiss,â Tom begs. âPlease?â
You laugh again but step back towards him. You bend over, necklace dangling in Tomâs face as your hands smooth up to rest in his hair. Heâs overwhelmed by the scent of your perfume and the close proximity, and for a moment, he thinks youâre going to imitate the breathtaking kiss from earlier. But then you move up. You kiss his forehead, gently, stroking a few strands of his hair as your lips linger against his skin for a moment longer than necessary. When you pull back, Tom has a dumb expression on his face, and heâs glad that you follow up the kiss by turning off his lamp.
âNight, Tom,â you say, walking across the room. Thereâs a single shard of light, peeking into his room through the open door, and it illuminates your silhouette as you pause there.
âNight, Y/N,â he responds, voice slightly thick.
You gently close the door behind you and leave Tom alone, with nothing but his thoughts and his fantasies to entertain him. He grumbles as he turns over, a very prominent and selfish thought pushing to the front of his mind:
Tom loves Harrison, but heâs fed up. He canât carry on like this, yearning incessantly. He doesnât want to stay in his lane, he wants you to be his girl. Desperately.
Tom has to do something. He has to make you his.
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You think that whoever scheduled Intro to International Business for 9am on a Monday hates all college students.
Itâs dreary as you make the hungover trek to campus. The ache in the front of your skull rattles with each sombre step, and you never get used to the chill of Novemberâs dark mornings despite having plenty of experience with them now. Youâre bundled up in a hoodie, a jacket, and a scarf, yet the flecks of grey raindrops still manage to soak you. By the time you reach the lecture theatre, youâre grouchy and regretting ever leaving your bed.
At the time, going to the frat party the night before had seemed like a great ideaâHarrison hadnât stopped blowing up your phone about it all weekend, and youâd felt compelled to keep him company. There were other factors that made you eager to go, too.
Itâs all a blur now. Spin the bottle, disrupting Harrisonâs tense conversation with Tom, taking the latter upstairs. You think about the sight of Tom bundled up in bed, duvet pulled to his pouting lips, and your entire body bursts into flame, rippling with an unrestrained desire that makes you feel guilty for just existing. Youâd been so affected by the events of the night before that youâd had to go home, too overwhelmed to stay with Harrison in the room beside Tomâs.
Most of the seats around you are empty. Youâre early despite rolling out of bed after sleeping through your first alarm. As you settle into the back of the theatre, you begrudgingly pull out a pad of paper and a pen, wishing youâd thought to bring sunglasses. This is the class that you supposedly share with Tom and Harrisonâalso business majorsâyet theyâve never made an appearance beyond a half-assed attempt in the first week. Sometimes you wonder how theyâre both able to pass a class they never show face in.
âFuckinâ hell, love. Who the fuck scheduled this so early? Theyâre taking the piss.â
You startle as a grouchy voice enters your space, and your eyes snap up just in time to see a dark figure drop down into the open seat beside you. The deep navy blue hoodie is pulled above his head, and he immediately crosses his arms, but you know without a doubt who it is.
âTom?â you ask, voice full of shock. You sit forward, reaching out to place a hand on his arm as you peer at him. When you meet his pale face and see the thick sunglasses covering his eyes, your eyebrows raise. âSince when do you come to class?â
Tom clicks his tongue, lips curving into a smirk. Itâs a little disconcerting that you canât see his eyes, but you can tell theyâre dark and seductive. They always are.
âWhat dâyou mean?â he teases. âIâm always here.â
âAs if.â
He shrugs and breaks off for a moment to yawn. âThought I should start being a good student, ân all,â he mutters. âFinals next month, and everything.â
âAnd howâs your hangover?â
Tom pulls a face. All of a sudden, he leans over, rummaging through his bag with loud actions until he procures a bottle of water and a bag of mixed nuts. When he sits back up, he pushes down his hood and jerks off his sunglasses, exposing the damage. You wince as you take in the deep bags beneath his eyes and the way his brown irises are marred with red. He still manages to smile, though, and after ripping open his snack, crunches a couple in quick succession.
âIâll be fine,â he says. âI donât get hungover, but if I do, it clears pretty fast. Iâm built differently.â
You snort. âYeah right,â you mutter. You find yourself looking at his lips, and briefly, youâre transported to how incredible they felt last night when youâd straddled him and kissed him. Quick to shake that off, you find yourself blinking as you stare at him. âYou were trashed last night. I had to take you to bed. Do you remember?â
Tom gives a hapless shrug, not quite looking into your eyes. You wonder, not for the first time, what thoughts are running through his mind. He confuses you immensely.
The night youâd met, youâd been convinced youâd end up sleeping with him. Heâd swaggered over to you, dripping charm, looking incredibly hot in an all-black ensemble, chain, and cap, then heâd kissed your forehead and promised to see you later. Just, you hadnât seen him laterâinstead, his friends had not-so-subtly set you up with Harrison as Tom had stood across the room, watching. A part of you had felt side-lined by him, but Harrison is attractive, so youâd jumped on him the moment you could.
Harrison is nice. Heâs kind. Dependable. Heâs the kind of boy that you could easily take home to your mother and hear nothing but kind words about. He isnât always the most attentive, but heâs funny, and he cares for you, so itâs fine.
Tom is⌠Tom is an entirely different ballpark. There are no words to describe Tom Holland. Youâd thought you knew enough about him before meeting him at the party, but the man youâve come to know since doesnât match up to the reputation that surrounds him. Tom is cheekyâitâs obvious in his flirtatious jokes, and his lingering touches, and his habit of kissing your cheek every single time he sees you. Heâs funny too, but his sense of humour isnât mean or callous like most of the lads in his house. Beneath the hardy exterior lies someone who genuinely cares, and looks out for the people he loves.
He makes you feel alive, each one of your cells burning and sizzling every time heâs around. Tom makes you feel the pounding rhythm of your heartbeat everywhereâin your ears, in your chest, between your legs. He gives you everything, whilst giving you nothing at all. Itâs entirely perplexing.
You need to stop comparing them. Itâs not a competition. Youâre seeing Harrison, and Tom has no genuine interest in you. Youâre friends, and heâs flirty, but thatâs it. Youâre friends, and you shared the best kiss of your life last night, but that doesnât mean a thing. It doesnât matter that Tom fires you up the right way, because itâs one-sided, and youâre with Haz.
Tom ignores your question about the night before and instead tips his bag of nuts towards you.
âCare for a nut?â
You snort as you pick out a cashew, crunching it softly as he watches. Tomâs deep brown eyes linger on your lower lip as you slowly lick the salt from it.
âDelicious,â you say, earning a loud cackle from your companion.
âDirty girl,â he mutters, grinning wickedly.
âNo, you just have your mind in the gutter. Not everything has to be an innuendo, Tom.â
âWrong. Everything can be and is an innuendo if you try hard enough. You should know this by now, darling. Youâve spent enough time with me.â
âMaybe, but not all of us share your immature sense of humour, Tom.â
He gasps, eyebrows sliding up his forehead in mock shock. âAre you calling me a child?â
âChildish,â you clarify, smirking as he shoots daggers at you. âYouâre such a boy.â
Tom sits back, blinking a few times in quick succession before clearing his throat. His eyes seem to darken as he leans in closer, bringing a hand up to rest on your shoulder. His fingers are warm as he pushes the hair from your face and gently tucks it behind your ear, leaning across the seat until heâs able to whisper gently.
âI am not a boy,â he coos, voice soft. âIâve just never broken out the proper charm on you, darling.â
Your throat runs dry as his hot breath fans out across the side of your face, minty fresh.
âAnd what is this proper charm?â
Tom opens his mouth to speak, but it fades a moment later. He pulls back, appearing to lose his cool last minute as his cheeks flush.
âWouldnât you like to know,â he mutters instead. He shifts around in his seat, looking back at you for a split-second before glancing away. Tomâs reluctant to meet your eyes, and you watch, confused, as he chugs about half his bottle of water before pulling off his hoodie. Heâs still flushedâface warmer and more alive than itâs been all morning.
Your brows furrow as you look at Tomâs shirt. âHey, is that the one I borrowed the other week?â you ask, speaking before you have time to process the words.
Tom chuckles, regaining his charm as he throws his hoodie on top of his bag and turns to face you, a hand lodging in his hair. Itâs longer than itâd been at the start of the semester, a few strands dangling over his forehead.
âYeah,â he agrees. âSmells of you.â Something crosses over Tomâs face, and he flashes you the tips of his pearly teeth as he smirks. âSmells of us, darling.â
Your reaction is immediate and uncontrollable. A hot flush, moving through your entire body, forming in your centre and rolling across your figure from the inside out. You hope that you can play it off by pulling your notebook into your lap. The back of your mouth is dry, but you manage a weak, quipping response of, âyou should wash that,â before you spiral too far.
Itâs in the small things. His comments. His lingering touches. His smirks. Tom drives you crazy.
The lecture starts, but you donât pay it much attention. Instead, you stay huddled up in the back with Tom, killing time as he shows you a collection of photos from the night before. After flicking through the snapshots from a very blurry night, Tom moves on to a different folder in his phone, nimble fingers swiping across the screen and showing off some of his favourite memes. You end up almost crying from laughter, clutching to his arm as you bend over in your seat and try to pass by undetected by the notoriously strict professor. Tomâs hand soothes over your back, and you briefly wonder if you should dissolve into laughter more often just so he can bring you back down.
When the class finishes, Tom throws his arm across your shoulders and walks you across campus. Itâs only when youâre halfway towards the car park that you realise where heâs taking you.
âWaitâ I can walk back home.â
âNah. Itâs fine.â
âItâs out of the way, though.â
Tom squeezes your side. ââS alright. Youâre my best mateâs girl. âLeast I can do.â He pauses, apparently oblivious to the sour expression you pull in response to those words. âPlus, you looked after me last night, so⌠I kinda owe you.â
Deciding to just accept it, you hum in agreement. âOkay. Thank you.â
âNo problem, love.â
Heâs very warm and his cologne smells like a forest breeze. You enjoy strolling across campus with him, especially when he kisses your temple as you separate at his car. Itâs a battered old thing, and youâve been in it a few times before. Youâre fairly sure that Haz owns it too, but the way Tom settles into the driverâs seat and keys the ignition makes him look like the proper owner. Tom commands any space he inhabits with poise and elegance.
âYouâre out near Sarah, arenât you?â Tom asks as he jerkily reverses from his parking space.
âYeah.â
âNice area,â he comments, which makes you laugh. Tom glances at you, raising a brow. âWhat?â
âSmall talk?â
âMmm. Well, is there anything else youâd like to talk about, sweetheart?â
Sweetheart. Fuck, you canât handle the way that sounds dripping from his lips.
âNope.â You stretch your hands out in front of you, yawning. âToo hungover to think.â
âFair enough.â Tom drums his fingers over the wheel, and you find yourself watching the lines of his slender digits. He has very pretty hands. âGood party though, eh?â
âOh yeah. Crazy. Did you have fun?â
Tom releases a noise of reluctant agreement. âIt was alright. Not the most successful night for me.â He risks a brief glance at you, chuckling. âIsnât really the best look to get escorted to bed.â You arenât sure if you should feel guilty for that, but Tomâs quick to add, ânot that I donât appreciate it. I do. I just shouldnât have been so eager.â
âWhy were you?â you ask. âIt seemed like you were trying really hard to get drunk. Did something happen?â
Tom cackles, the sound so loud and quivering so precisely that it makes you jump. âGod, if you only knewâŚâ
âEh?â
âNothing. It was nothing.â
Youâre intrigued now. âWhat?â you press, reaching across the console to pat his thigh. Youâre over halfway back to yours now, and like a bloodhound, you want to know answers. âWas it a girl? Iâve not seen you with anyone since⌠Well, ever.â You furrow your brows. âDid someone reject you?â
Tomâs face clouds over immediately, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat as you watch his jaw set into a hard line.
âYou donât know what youâre talking about,â he snaps, his easy demeanour gone.
âWoah,â you mutter. âSorry.â
Tom cards a frustrated hand through his hair, his eyes glinting dark. âNot that itâs any of your business, but no. I was not rejected.â The way his voice quivers makes it sound like a lie.
You pull a face as you cross your arms over your chest, your hangover exacerbating your rapidly falling mood.
âArenât we friends?â you ask.
He sucks in a fast breath. âYep,â he replies, speaking through tight lips.
Something has changed. Itâs as if youâve crossed an invisible boundary that you hadnât seen, tripped a trick wire only visible to him. The air between you is thick, and Tom doesnât say another word until heâs turned down your street and pulled into a space outside your house.
âWell⌠Thanks, I guess,â you mutter. You reach into the footwell and pull up your bag, your eyebrows furrowed as you turn back to face him. For a few moments you bounce between jumping out of the car or staying, but you hate leaving things tense like this. Not with him. âAre we⌠good?â
Tom turns off the engine. For a moment he stares at his hands on the steering wheel, but then he brings his gaze up to you. His eyes are sad and raw, and it makes your heart hurt.
âWeâre fine, Y/N,â he says, voice softer. âSorry. Itâs the, uh⌠The hangover. Makinâ me act like a twat. Iâm sorry.â
You release a sigh of relief. âItâs okay, Tom.â A light chuckle slips by your lips. âI was worried I pissed you off for a moment there.â
Tomâs smile doesnât quite reach his eyes. âYou? Never, darling.â He drums his hands over his thighs, and you remember the circumstances.
âOh, sorry. Iâll get out of your hair,â you say. You hasten to undo your seatbelt and reach towards the car door, only to pause when Tom reaches out suddenly to touch your arm. âYeah?â
âI, uhâŚâ Tomâs close, leaning over the console. Your eyes drift over the freckles of his face, and you get distracted by how warm his brown orbs are, like glinting pools of honey. âI really am sorry,â he adds. âI shouldnât have snapped at you.â
You tilt your head to the side. âItâs fine.â You glance down to where heâs softly caressing your arm, his eyes fixed firmly on your skin. His hand feels nice. Soothing. He soothes you. He always does. âAre you sure youâre okay?â
Tom nods. âYeah. Iâm great.â
You donât quite believe him, but youâre willing to accept that the hangover has knocked him.
âWell, thank you,â you say. You turn back to face him. âFor the lift. And the nuts.â
Tom finally smiles again, and the sight makes your heart soar. âNo worries, babe,â he says. He winks. âAny time.â
You lean over the console and kiss his cheek, your mouth hitting a spot of skin closer to his lips than the side of his face. If Tom notices how flustered it makes you, he doesnât say a thing. Youâre still shaking as you pull your bag over your back and hobble from the car, shouting back a tight, âbye!â
Tom raises his hand through the open window and winks again as he pulls away from the curb, leaving your body throbbing persistently and your heart more confused than itâs ever been.
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Two weeks pass. You donât see Harrison much, but Tom continues to come to class. Life goes on, nothing unchanged, and finals come and go with ease. Before you know it, itâs the final mixer of the semester.
Harrisonâs going to miss it. He tells you as much when you turn up at the frat two hours before kickoff to find him stuffing shirts into a bag. He looks guilty as you walk into his room, question written all over your face.
âYou remember Rory, yeah? From UPenn? He invited me to their party. Apparently, theyâve got Travis Scott. Itâs gonna be lit, so⌠Iâm going.â
âOvernight?â you ask, looking at his heavy bag. Harrison nods, running a hand through his hair.
âYeah. Sorry⌠I probably shouldâve told you.â
You roll your eyes. âYeah.â You glance down at your hands and swallow the irritation that festers in your chest. Harrison has never been great at communication. Throughout the duration of your arrangementâwhether youâre just dating, or just hooking upâheâs kept his cards close to his chest. He confuses you.
When youâd first spent the night with him, Harrison had acted like heâd wanted something more with you. Youâd been on a few dates, heâd brought your flowers, the works. But with time, itâs as if heâs tired of you. The spark has slipped away, and if he wasnât on his way across state, youâd sit him down and have a discussion about the direction of your entanglement. But he is, and you have no time, so you display your irritation by crossing your arms.
âIâm sorry,â he adds. He finishes zipping up his bag and throws it over his shoulders before stepping towards you. With warm hands, he cups your cheeks and brings you in for a deep, passionate kiss. âYou can always come if you want.â
You grimace as you shake your head. âI told Tom Iâd help him here,â you say. âItâs fine. Just⌠Have fun, alright?â
A shadow of jealousy briefly flitters across Harrisonâs face, but itâs quick to smooth away when he clears his throat. ââCourse,â he says. He takes your hand and leads you from his room. âWhat are you guys doing?â
âHm?â
âTom. What are you doing with him?â
âOh. Just hanging up banners, and stuff. He wanted me to help him with the drinks too.â
âNice.â
The air between you is stale, and youâre glad when Harrison pulls you down the corridor and pauses outside Tomâs room. Thereâs loud music coming from the room, so Harrison has to rap loudly several times, an act that makes you cringe.
âCome in!â yells Tom. Harrison does just that, pulling you in after him with a firm grip. âOh, hey guys?â
You instantly wrench your hand from Harrisonâs, not wanting him to feel your palm grow hot as your eyes fall onto Tom. Youâve caught him mid-workout, perched on the edge of his bed, shirtless and doing curls with a hand weight. Thereâs a healthy red flush to his face, and his bicep bulges as he flexes with the weight. All across his chest are lines of thick muscle, and you find yourself staring.
âHey, dude,â Harrison says. âIâm just on my way out.â He turns to look at you, an easy smile on his face. âY/N told me you guys have plans tonight, so⌠I guess, Iâm just wondering. Can you keep an eye on her? Look after my girl, yâknow?â He pauses to chew on his lip, guilt at leaving reflected in his eyes. âMake sure sheâs okay, ân all that.â
Tom stands from the bed, tossing the weight onto the mattress with ease before approaching you, smirking. ââCourse, Haz.â He wraps a very hot, slightly sweaty arm around you and pulls you into his side. âIâll take care of her.â Tom glances at you, shrugging softly. âTake care of you,â he adds.
You donât know what kind of dangers you might face tonight that warrant a personal guard, but you donât think you mind it if your attendant is Tom. Heâs hot and sweaty and he smells of man, but you burn for him.
âThanks,â you respond, slightly breathless.
Harrison looks between you both, then shrugs. âGreat.â He steps forward and briefly touches his lips to you. Tom freezes, holding you tighter in his arms the moment Harrison kisses you, and that action makes you feel perplexed. âHave a good time, guys.â
âYou too, Haz,â Tom responds. You echo similar sentiments.
When the door closes behind Harrison, Tom doesnât move. He simply holds you tighter, then drops his mouth down and presses a light kiss to the base of your neck. Your choked whimper travels into the air, and you flush as he steps away.
âWe will have fun tonight, wonât we, Y/N?â he teases. His eyes are dark as they briefly skitter across your figure. After a moment, Tom walks across the room and picks up a towel and a fresh set of clothes. Tom pauses in front of you, tilting his head as he looks at you. He has to know how frazzled he makes you feel. Heâs got to.
âYeah,â you reply, voice high. âA lot of fun.â
âMmm. Hope so.â Tom steps forward and cups your cheek in his hot palm, kissing your forehead before stepping back. âIâm going to shower. Make yourself comfortable, yeah? Whatâs mine is yours.â
A full-body shiver travels down your spine, but luckily it isnât until heâs turned on his heel and strode over to the door.
âHave fun,â you call out. Tom turns back to wink, then disappears in a flash.
As the door closes behind him, you wonder if you really lost your spark for Harrison, or if the feelings you had for him just paled in comparison to the ones you harbour for his best friend.
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The party picks up quickly. You split off from Tom a few hours in, being pulled away by one of your friends and staying with them for a while. You start to miss him, though, so you excuse yourself from a game of beer pong out on the patio and walk back into the large frat house, cringing slightly as you hear the loud music. You havenât been drinking much tonight. Something tells you that youâll need your sober brain.
It takes you a while to find Tom, the house busy and wild. Heâs not in the kitchen, nor the hallway. Your adventures take you to the large living room, where they have the music and the drinks set up. As you wander inside, your eyes take a moment to acclimate to the dim lighting. When they settle, you see him, and the breath leaves your lungs.
Tom is standing in the middle of the dancefloor, talking with a girl. Sheâs draped in his arms, the tips of her fingers running through his hair as she chats to him. Tom is looking at her intently, paying rapt attention to what sheâs saying, but the smile on his face doesnât quite stretch to his eyes. When he spots you, his brows briefly raise, only for them to lower again as he smirks. He winks at you, then reaches for the girl, bringing her in closer and dropping his mouth so he can start to kiss her neck.
Jealousy consumes you. It burns through every other rational thought that you have. The sight of the girl wrapping herself around him as Tom kisses up her neck makes your fingers curl into fists at your sides, and you start to walk across the room before you can comprehend it. Tom sees you, continuing to make flirtatious eye contact with you as he deposits light, wet kisses to the girlâs shoulder. It feels targeted and provocative, and whatever game that heâs playing seems to work.
âTom!â you call out when youâre just a few centimetres away. He leisurely pulls away from the girl, dark eyes twinkling mischievously as he looks up at you.
âYes, Y/N?â
You grimace. Now youâre over here, on the receiving end of stares from Tom and his companion, you wonder why youâd responded so immediately and directly.
âYou need to come with me. We have, uh⌠Things to do.â
Tom raises an eyebrow, stepping away from the girl as he crosses his biceps over his chest. Heâs wearing his golden chain, the one that always drives you mad, and he looks so fucking handsome under the UV lights.
âAnd what would those things be, Y/N?â he asks. The girl at his side is looking between you both.
âYou know,â you hiss.
The girl frowns, then huffs out a sigh and pushes at Tomâs arm. âCan we go upstairs?â she asks him. Tom glances at her, chewing his lower lip as he finds himself on the receiving end of her fluttering lashes.
âNo, Jess,â he says, evening out the rejection with a soft smile. âIâm sorry. Have a good evening.â Before she can respond, Tom reaches out and takes your hand, pulling you with ease towards one of the corners of the room. You squeal as he tugs you, easily falling into his side and enjoying the press of his warm arm to yours. He drops his voice, pausing only when youâre on the edge of the dancefloor to spin you and press his hands to your waist. âAre you alright, darling?â he asks, smirking. âLooks to me like someone was a little jealous.â
Your body heats up, and you find yourself nibbling at your lower lip as you try to make sense of the situation. âNope,â you lie. With ease, you reach up and rest your hands on Tomâs broad shoulders. âI was just⌠Thinking about the night we met. You said we could dance then, but we never did.â You tilt your head to the side, throwing out a convincing smile. âDo you want to change that?â
Tom growls, tugging you closer as he wraps his arms around you. The tips of his teeth brush up against the shell of your ear and you whimper as his hot breath fans out over the side of your face. âFuck yeah, babe,â he murmurs.
You settle into it easily. Tom ends up pulling you so your back rests flush against his front, his arms skating around to hold your waist as you grind back against him. Itâs close and hot, and it doesnât take long for him to put his lips back where they belongâon your neck, kissing deeply. Everything that he does feels calculated and purposeful, but itâs only when he brings his kisses near your ear and whispers a low, âyouâre so fucking hot, baby,â that you come back to earth.
âWe⌠Shouldnât,â you whimper. Tom kisses your lobe in response. âHarrison.â
âWhat about him?â he mutters. His voice is raspy and seductive, and the way he strokes his hands over your sides makes your eyes roll back. âHe doesnât care about you like I do, Y/N. You know he doesnât.â
You close your eyes, focusing on the way Tom sucks deep bruises to the sensitive spot on your neck. Harrison had never been able to find it, had never even tried.
âHe cares about me,â you say, voice hoarse.
âYeah. But not enough.â Tom spins you in his arms, reaching up to cup your cheek in a hand. He peers at you, eyes wide and insistent. âHe lies to you. Did he ever tell you about the night that you met?â
You quirk a brow. âNo.â
A shadow of hesitation passes over Tomâs face, but he swallows it down. âHe only came up to you as part of a⌠a fucking bet. Thatâs the only reason I didnât come back to you that night.â He strokes his fingers over your cheekbone, soothing you when you frown. âYouâre the prettiest fucking woman Iâve ever met in my life, and itâs been killing me to see you both together.â
You press your forehead to his, feeling his breath come out in hot pants over your face. âDo you like me, Tom?â
He chuckles. âYou have no idea how much, babe.â Tom shifts his hands back to your hair and he cradles your face. âIâd be so good to you. I swear.â Heâs speaking earnestly, his voice breaking softly as he looks at you. âI love Haz. Heâs my best mate. But we all know that youâre not a good fit. He left you here tonight. He doesnât satisfy you.â Tom drops his voice, tilting his head to the side as his voice drops lower. He brings his lips closer, kissing the side of your mouth as you shiver. âI could satisfy you properly.â
You release a breath you hadnât realised youâd been holding. For a moment you stare at Tom, eyes swirling down to his lips, then, as if entranced, you reach down and pull your phone from your bra. Using one hand on the screen, you reach up to cup Tomâs face with the other, smiling softly when he instinctively tilts his lips and kisses the palm of your hand. You write out a short message, the guilt in your heart fading when you briefly check Harrisonâs Instagram story and see him surrounded by a sea of girls at the party he hadnât invited you to.
After sending the message, you tilt the screen towards Tomâs face, watching his skin glow white as he slowly reads the few words.
You: Haz, Iâm sorry to do this over text, but itâs over. I think we both know that weâre better as friends.
Tomâs brows raise. âDid you..?â
âYeah.â You bite your lip and slowly tuck your phone back against your chest. âItâs over.â
Tom kisses you immediately, both of his hands anchoring your cheeks. You could almost cry with how good it feels to have his mouth touching yours again. He parts his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth, and you moan as you wrap your arms around his neck. As he holds you tightly, his hands slip down to hold your waist, and though your teeth and noses collide and clash, you donât care. Itâs beautifully imperfect, and itâs so hot that it makes your whole body throb. Tomâs curls give you the perfect leverage to jerk him closer, and as you make out mercilessly on the edge of the dance floor, you feel a piece of you slot into place.
âCome upstairs with me,â he groans, voice thick as he speaks against your lips. Your mouth is wet with spit, but you donât bother to wipe it clean when you pull back. Tomâs eyes glint with hunger, and he grabs at your hand when you nod.
The journey upstairs is fast and easy, full of your giggles as he runs his thumb over the back of your hand. The moment youâre in his room, Tom pushes you back against the door and flicks the lock, attaching his lips to your neck with ease.
âTom,â you whine, running your hands all over his back as he sucks harshly against your skin. Â
His hands skim lower and you curve your spine away from the door so he can grab handfuls of your ass, your moan mixing with his grunt when he pulls away from your neck to kiss your lips again. Itâs as if heâs ravenousâunable to pick between your lips and your neck, your hips and your ass. Tom changes his position every few seconds, and the irregularity fills you with excitement.
âYouâre so fucking perfect,â he groans. Tom pulls back breathlessly, looking straight into your eyes. âCan I⌠Are you okay with this?â he clarifies, holding your gaze firmly until you nod.
âIâm more than okay with this,â you say.
âGood, good... Pretty baby.â Tom runs his index finger down your face, his knees bending as he slowly sinks down in front of you. He scatters two light kisses to each of your breasts before travelling down your navel, only stopping when heâs fully on his knees, gazing up at you from beneath his lashes. âDarling?â
âHmm?â Youâre light-headed but aroused, your dress feeling tight as you shuffle against the door.
âCan I taste your pussy, baby?â
Your breath catches in the back of your throat, and the first time you try to speak, only a moan comes out. Tom smirks, fingers easily pushing up the hem of your dress. As his fingertips stroke up your thighs to rest on your waistband, he pauses, tilting his head to the side in question. âYeah,â you manage, voice a whisper. âI want that so badly.â
âMmm, shouldâve just said, darling.â Tomâs head dips, disappearing between your legs. You whimper as he rubs the front of two fingers down the front of your panties, the material wet and warm. âGodâŚâ He unhooks them easily and tugs them down your legs, pausing to allow you to kick them off. When he repositions, he holds your thighs further apart and presses a kiss to your soft flesh. âYouâre fucking soaked, lovie.â His hot breath fans across your centre. âPretty cuntâs just waiting for me, isnât it?â
His cockiness turns you on, and youâve barely gotten out a garbled moan before heâs delving in. Tomâs skilful tongue runs up your slit, light at first, gradually leading you into it. You cry out as he finds your clit, sucking softly around the bud before lapping his tip across it gently. You have to reach out and grab ahold of the nearby bookshelf as arcs of pleasure spread out from your centre, small whimpers and moans being pulled from your mouth as Tom continues his assault.
âTastes like paradise,â he whines, speaking against your cunt. âSo sweet, baby. I understand why Haz likes being with you so much.â Tom pauses, drawing a few more strokes across your clit as you whimper. âMine now,â he murmurs, deep voice vibrating across your centre. âMy pussy.â
âTom,â you moan, legs shaking. He responds by bringing his right hand up, slowly curving two of his digits into your heat. As he starts to thrust his fingers, the sounds of your wet arousal fill the air, making you moan louder. âFeels so good,â you encourage, realising he works harder when you speak to him. The top of his curls brushes against your legs as his tongue continues to glide over your clit, merciless and pleasurable.
âYou sound so pretty, love,â Tom says, pulling away slightly. The vibrations from the noise make you moan louder, and you glance down to see him staring at you, eyes blown wide with lust and his chin covered in your juices. He looks back between your legs, readjusting his fingers and curving them at different angles before he strikes gold. When you call out his name, his other hand goes up to your hips, holding you back against the door as he smirks. âI want you to cum for me, darling,â he coos. âLet me make you feel good. I want to hear those pretty little moans. Be loud for me.â
You donât take much convincing, as once Tomâs got his mouth back on your clit, youâre arching your back as you fall over the edge. He laps your bud with his hot, firm tongue, his fingers continuing to stroke at your walls until you spasm into climax, reaching out to grab his hair as you moan and writhe against the door. He holds you up, even when you feel like falling, and it has to be the most intensely pleasurable orgasm that youâve ever experienced in your life.
âFuck,â you pant, only able to calm down when Tom pulls back. He sits on his shins, smacking his lips as he looks up at you, smirking. Youâve still got a hand on his head, so you fiddle with his hair as you recover. âThat was so good.â A breathless smile finds your face. âSo good. Thank you.â
âNo problem, darling.â Tom clambers to his feet, and your eyes find themselves drawn to the bulge in his jeans. âKnew I could make you cum,â he says, speaking almost to himself. âLooked like an angel. Taste like one too.â
You swallow a moan and step forward, hands twisting behind your back to release your zipper. Tomâs eyes widen as you push down your dress, stepping out of it with ease.
âWeâre not done yet, are we?â you ask, biting your lip as you look over to the bed. Tom shakes his head and offers you a hand after youâve pulled your phone from your bra and placed it down on his desk.
âNo way,â he agrees. Tom pushes you down onto the mattress but stays standing at the edge, nimble hands quickly releasing his belt and pulling off his jeans, then his shirt. You admire his Calvin Klein boxers, black with a white band skimming across the top, and he wiggles his eyebrows. âFuck,â he adds. His eyes skim your figure, appreciation held in his gaze. âI canât believe Iâve got you here.â He gets on the bed, pushing you down and climbing on top of you as he kisses his way up to your mouth. When heâs hovering above your face, he cups your cheeks. âMost beautiful girl in the whole world, love. Girl of my dreams.â
You kiss him, your hands finally able to learn the curves of his muscular back. Tom grinds down into you, his covered crotch meeting your bare pussy, and the friction to your clit makes you moan into the kiss. As you admire his form, you settle into his lips, your heart beating faster and more persistently against your ribcage.
âTom,â you say, speaking against his mouth. He pulls back, lips red and puffy. âYouâre so handsome. Have I ever told you that?â
Tom bites his lip, continuing to roll his hips down against yours. When you start to grind up to meet him, an expression of enjoyment darkens his face. âThanks, love.â
You lick your lips as you wrap your arms around him, holding him closer as he continues to grind into you. âEvery time Iâd see you out doing weights or walking around shirtless, itâd turn me on,â you admit. You snake a hand between your bodies, managing to press your palm up and against the outline of his cock. Tom groans loudly, dropping his head into the crook of your neck and whining as he ruts against the pressure. âI want to feel you,â you whimper. âProperly. I want to feel how good it is to have you inside me... I can feel you. I know youâre big.â You bite your lip. âIâve thought about it for weeks.â
Tom forces his face away from your neck and meets your eyes, his pupils completely dilated. âYou are going to be the death of me, lovie,â he says seriously, drawing a chuckle from your lips. Tom leans up and kisses you, softer, but only for a moment. He reaches across his bed and rummages through his bedside table, procuring a condom a second later.
âLet me do it,â you offer. Tom nods, and you swap positions with ease. Tom settles on the mattress, raising his hips and watching as you tug his boxers down his legs. You feel yourself salivate slightly as you take sight of his cock, erect and flushed, pressing up against his lower stomach. Holding the open condom in one hand, you run your thumb over his tip with the other, gathering beads of his silver precum on your fingertip. You meet Tomâs eyes and sit back on his thighs as you push your finger into your mouth, exaggerating your moan as you lick it clean.
Tom tosses his head back, his hair fluffing up against the pillows. His cock twitches against his stomach. âFuck, baby⌠Youâre driving me crazy.â When you reach back and roll the condom over his length, he can barely keep still, rutting up and filling your hand the moment youâre done. âYou know⌠every time you stayed the night with Haz, I could hear you guys,â he says, looking at you through hooded eyes. You give him a few pumps, biting your lip as you admire his member and try to imagine how good itâll feel filling you to the brim. âUsed to get off listening to your moans. Imagining it was me fucking you. Thinking⌠Thinking about how good itâd be to- fuck- to open you up on my cock.â
His words make you feel hot, and you speed up the rhythm of your hand as you watch his face flush with heat. âI know,â you admit. âI could hear you sometimes.â You lean up and press a kiss to his chest, feeling his hot skin between your lips. âYou make the hottest noises, Tom.â
âFor you,â he groans, jaw tensing. âItâs all for you.â He continues to rut into your hand, and you smirk as you feel him throb. As Tom grows more erratic, you feel your slick between your legs thicken and your core begin to throb.
âCan I ride you?â you ask.
Tom immediately bounces his head, eyes lighting up like youâve spoken the only thing heâs ever wanted to hear. âYes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesââ
You bend over to kiss him, sliding up his body with ease. Tom reaches up your back, eager hands falling to a stop at your bra. He manages to unclasp it after a few attempts, grinning victoriously against your lips as it falls slack. Once youâve thrown it aside, you sit back, watching as Tomâs hand goes down to guide his cock through your slit. One of his hands rests on your hip, palm hot and heavy, and he gives you a short squeeze as he presses his tip against your entrance.
Slowly, you sink down onto him, moaning loudly as his girth stretches your cunt. Your eyes squeeze shut as you adjust, breath hitching when Tom adds his thumb to your clit, the pleasure easing the stretch. When youâre completely seated, you find yourself shifting, Tom groaning when you clench and slowly start to ride him.
âOh my god,â he moans. âFeels like heaven, darling. Actual heaven.â His jaw is tense as he tosses his head back, prying open an eye to watch as you bounce over him, moving faster as you find your rhythm. âSo wet, sweetheart. So tight⌠So much better than Iâd ever imagined.â Heâs looking at you with pleasure screwed across his face, and the sight of him so desperate makes you feel powerful.
âTom,â you whimper. âI can feel you so deep.â Youâre starting to unravel, feeling him everywhere. With the thumb still rolling over your clit, his hand weighing down your hip, and the tip of his cock brushing deeper each time you come together, you can feel yourself on the verge already. âCan you⌠I canâtâŚâ
âYâwanna flip?â
âYeah. Please.â
It happens easily, without Tom falling from you. A moment later, youâre resting over the warm mattress, wrapping your legs around Tomâs back and pulling him closer as he rails you into the bed. Heâs faster than youâd been, and the new angle opens you up deeper, allowing his tip to press more pronouncedly against your g-spot. His chain dangles against your neck, the cool metal scorching against your flushed skin.
âOh god,â Tom groans. The sounds of your bodies meeting as he roughly thrusts into you, again and again, fill the air. âYouâre so perfect. Feels so good.â His eyes are dark as they meet with yours, swirling with unrestrained lust. âSo wet, lovie. Dâyou like it when I fuck you? Yeah? Pussyâs squeezing me so tight. My pussy, isnât it? Youâre mine.â
âYours,â you agree, liking how it sounds.
Tom grunts and drills into you faster. With each rotation of his hips against yours, his thick head reaches further, dragging across your g-spot with ease and causing sparks to race up your spine. His name falls from your lips like a prayer, and you clutch at his torso for purchase as you scramble to stay grounded. When you add a hand to your clit, you feel your cunt clench, squeezing his length and making him groan again.
âIâm not gonna last, love. Shit. Feels too fucking good,â he whimpers.
You bring his lips back to yours, meeting them clumsily as you moan. Your skin is hot and sweaty, being smothered by the heat of his body bearing down on you. You wind your free hand into his hair. âItâs okay,â you get out, voice catching. âIâm so close, Tom. Fuck. Make me cum. Please.â
You ride the edge for a few moments more before Tom cries out, calling your name in a voice so exerted and broken that it pushes you over the edge too. As his cock pulses against your walls and his groans fall like music to your ears, you let everything go, basking in the pleasure that crashes over your figure in thick, consuming waves. Tomâs hands are slick as they grasp at your sides, but heâs holding you tightly in place and you like it.
When the air finally clears, Tom pulls out, collapsing onto the mattress beside you with a loud groan. You flip onto your side, quivering as your core pangs with pleasurable aftershocks, your tired eyes drifting up to meet his. He reaches out, sweaty palm drifting to your face as he cups your cheek and smiles at you.
âWell,â he starts, voice low. He pulls you closer, and you carefully curl yourself into his arms. Tom nuzzles his lips against your forehead and leaves three light kisses to your skin. âThat was a heavenly experience.â
You snort, burying your face in his chest and feeling the cool metal of his chain press to your skin. âHeavenly?â
âMhmm. Because youâre an angel. My angel.â
You smile into his front. âWhat a charmer,â you say.
Tom combs some fingers over your hair and softly coaxes you away from his chest. Both of you share a pillow, his deep brown eyes feel of inquisition as he looks at you.
âDarling,â he mumbles, speaking slowly, almost nervous. âI like you a lot. And⌠And I know the circumstances are messy and complicated, but⌠I donât want this to be a one-time thing. I want this to be an every time thing. I want you to be my girl.â
âYour girl?â
âYeah. My girlfriend.â Tomâs handsome eyes flutter over your face. âWhat do you say?â
You trace your index finger around the sculpted lines of his face, smiling softly as his lips pull into a grin. You think about how your life has changed since the first night you met him, and how your heart has slowly learnt to gravitate towards him. Tomâs rightâit is messy, and maybe your union is complicated and a little wrong too, but it feels good. Him kissing your forehead and pulling you closer feels good. He feels good.
âYeah,â you agree, speaking slowly. âI would really like that.â
Tomâs face splits into a smile, and he pushes in to kiss you. âGood,â he murmurs. ââCos Iâm gonna woo you every single day of your life. Iâll bring you tea every morning, tuck you in at night. Make you moan louder than youâve ever moaned in your lifeââ
âAlright, alright. Youâve already won me over, Tom, you can calm downââ
âNope.â Tomâs grinning widely as he continues to peck your lips, unable to keep his hands off you. âIâll keep charming you until Iâve won your heart, babe. This is just how itâs got to be.â
You kiss him, not knowing how to tell him that heâs already had your heart, firmly in the palm of his hand, since the very first night you met.
âWell,â you respond, voice quiet in the air. âI quite like the sound of that.â
Tom nuzzles his nose against you, lips brushing yours. âYeah?â
You hum affirmatively and reach up to bury your hands back into his hair. âYeah.â
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Fruits Basket Manga Review , ch 110
The writer doesnât need to rush to akito (antagonist) & give us quick background exposition & escalate her mentality to the exploding moment, simply cuz tohru (the protagonist) isnât emotionally in her most vulnerable moment yet. Tohruâs issues will be presented deeper with each pov chapter sheâll have. So what should the writer do now?
This is a connected plot, meaning the emotions belonging to the previous chapter are still lingering & needs to be dealt with. There is no stupid laughing & cooking or even dumber momentarily amnesia. Nope! There is this:
-The Art of Writing Slow-Burns: (Lingering Emotions:)
Last time kyo hugged tohru thro the sheets. sth he wouldnât do if it werenât for the heartbreaking moment of tohruâs tears & the reason behind them. Why wouldn he do it? cuz he believes heâs the reason of her pain & is setting his mind on leaving her & being imprisoned as a punishment. He wouldnât do it cuz he loves her but he did it cuz he loves her. why? cuz love is illogical. Kyoâs heart moved him effortlessly to embrace her & â his tenderness covered her painâ as the writer put it at the end of ch109.
Last time tohru hugged kyo thro the sheets, sth she wouldnât do if it werenât for the comfort of his warmth enveloping her loneliness & providing safety & a home. A home can a person. Why wouldn she do it? cuz Tohru is someone who hides pain behind a smile, someone who thinks sheâs ugly & unlovable cuz sheâs grieving still after all this time. Sheâs thinks sheâs a burden. But here she confessed to kyo unprompted or advised by anybody. He only asked a fleeting question. but tohru cant hide who she is friom him anymore. Still, he accepted her & tenderly held her thro the sheets & she threw her body at him, she initiated the hug.
The sheet hig is the biggest emotional moment between kyo/tohru yet. It altered how they feel for each other cuz in that moment tohruâs mask fell & kyo was the most honest with himself emotionally. Thatâs not sth you move from with the stupid ED song. They both try to carry out normally afterwards cuz they live together after all. The slightest touch brings..... sexual tension!!! it was so bad poor yuki left the house running!!!!!!!!
The writer cleverly escalates the sexual tension as they awkwardly try to find a talking topic, then dissolves it a bit when kto asks if tohru wants to go out together & where, then escalates it when tohru suggests buying eggs cuz sheâs awkward, then dissolves it when kyo grumpily agrees but this is just grocery shoppingâ not a fun going outâ, the escalates it when tohru said sheâs happy for just bring together with him regardless of the location & kyo looses it! sexual tension explodes!
The target of the slow-burn isnât the characters... the target is the audience! the writer plays with their emotions & cleverly puts the audience in a place where they desperately want these two idiots together but still remember why they arenât! thatâs very important. Having the readers cheer for a romantic relationship includes the readers understanding the obstacles ahead & how big they are & still cheer. If the obstacles are meh~ the readers will find the couple unrealistic, if the obstacles are so big & the couples emotions aren't buildup properly, then the couple themselves will feel meh~. Glad kyoru survived such writing mistakes both manga & anime ( anime hurt their characters more than their relationship).
-Yuki wants to move on from the unofficial son third wheeling his mom & her man:
The writer jokes abt yuki admitting he felt as a son watching his mon & her bf. I love tha this joke becuz it cleverly addresses the following points:
it is cleverly weaved in with the kyoru incident from last chapter. Sth happen & yuki doesn't know what is & doesn't want to! Yuki represents the audience I talked abt in the slow-burn point above. He is us. Heâll cheer for them to be together & will be so frustrated when they canât. It adds to yuki confronting kyo at the climax!!! You see in the anime kyo/yuki stopped interacting much in se03. Then tada~~ big fight when itâs a must! & canât be escaped... Here we still have kyo/yuki moments despite each boy moving away from his issues being the fault of the other. Basically better writing.....
The writer cleverly used this to address that yuki still feels like tohruâs son sometimes despite being more independent now, which is natural as you cant switch ur feelings with a button. But also the writer doesnt stay in this moment long & use it to build the next moment.. yuki/Aya , yuki/machi & aya/mine.... sadly all there dynamics are shortened in the anime like kyoruâs.
-I donât think yuki/Aya moment suffered much from the cuts, the entire school parents meeting ep us enough to reconcile the brothers. Aya defended yuki that day & so did yuki. He completely accepted him & stood up to him in front of the mom.
- More aya/mine wouldâve been good to see & I wouldâve preferred it to yuki/motoko moments in the anime that served nothing. but aya/mine too are stand alone story. Theyâre the most alike couple in a healthy way. Aya is the guy who protected his woman the most. simply cuz heâs the snake. snakes are secretive. he kept her to himself, even from yuki!!! impressive.
- What I lament from the cut of this mini yuki adventure?
1- This: ( yukiâs facial expressions) This is sth the anime fears, either cuz (a) pretty yuki is 100% pretty all the time, so no expressiveness cuz it leads to showing eyebrows & hiding them under layers of hair is the A.B.C of pretty characters... (b) Yuki in the anime is a prince 98% of the time, except with kyo (they got rid of this in se03 & give them one honest/ugly moment together) & with kakeru (one tiny moment in se03 in matchââs focus ep & then quickly back to prince yuki!)..., ugh!!!!!! I hate how yuki is prince thro & thro in the anime!!thatâs why they couldnât get rid of any motoko content!!! heâs a prince there... heck! school girls float after him the graduation ceremony... whatâs up with that!! lol.
2-. This: ( machi with the toy that tohru/kisa/kagura/momiji & kiro like! so cute!!! also, foreshadowing yukiâs future chosen extended family! (his bro & his wife), (yuki & his wife) & best friend/his brother in law! Also, yuki is so himself! no glitters, no bubbles & no pretending anger! <3
Side Notes:
The lovely @mizzraynellyâ made notice ktoâs speech in ch109 abt not vising his momâs grave! Even tho itâs such a minor line, itâs one of the biggest cuts that foreshadow the accumulation of kyoâs guilt towards his mom. Kyoâs thing is guilt towards ppl he loves & fear of hurting them, by keeping this feeling alive in readersâ minds, the writer is making sure that the climax will hurt like sharp knives cuz the readers are on the same wave liength as kyo!!! epic buildup consists of tiny subtle pieces!
 Luckily, kyoru as a ship felt so strong in both manga & anime despite the later cutting half of their moments. Why? cuz the chosen cuts didnt affects the romantic relationship...no... the cuts affects the charactersâ own personal struggle... most precisely tohru. Kyoâs own character struggles had better luck in the anime despite the cuts, simply cuz (a) was drawn with very expressive emotions & the anime team lingered on them in his scenes. (b) His character design as a whole was very expressive, the anime team didnt give him constant wide eyes like tohru & didnât fear expr4essivness will affect for his âbeauty â like yuki. (c) kyo was given one ep per season for his issues which altho not much but way better than tohru (d) most important: kyoâs issues are very universal & very relatableâ feeling guilt, mistakes & choosing wrong. Thatâs sth we all do!!! Tohruâs thing is grieve: this is very personal & most ppl experience it differently.Â
I love kyoâs oufit!!! we have a hint of this moment in se03, ep 10 when yuki was fighting kyo... but they made yuki see them shopping as opposed of him seeing them being sexually charged!
Iâm so mad this kyoru moment is cut!!!!!! tohru as a woman with pending sexual emotions is so refreshing & underrated in the trope of â girl saves guysâ. Also, it contradicts the pure mom image thatâs been suffocating her since se01 ep 1!!!!! oh now i know why itâs cut... Thatâs why! momma tohru is so pure for such things & only when itâs the last two eps, then will allow her to be a woman choosing to live away with her man by her own desire! Why the anime only allow things ti happen when thereâs no escape!!! Iâve always felt tohru/kyo is the type of couple to be expressive emotionally & sexually with each other based on seeing that ALL of their romantic interaction involves body language & Iâm so happy thereâs a canon proof so early before the future glimpse in finale!!!!!!Â
I liked the aya-story, but it felt like the typical â lesson of the dayâ formula, so I didnt analyze it much, but I enjoyed the brotherly interaction so much!! It had a gold mine of yuki being himself & so nit a prince! Im so happy I saw it! <3.
Every time yuki looked expressive is a happy moment for me!
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When I first laid eyes on you...Part 1.
Summary: Your friend/neighbor invites you to a party where he invited Scott Evans and Scott brings Chris Evans along. Chris sees you singing karaoke and feels like there was an instant connection between you two.
Chris Evans x Reader
Fluff, implied smut
*Side Note: this my first post ever, sorry if itâs so long. Iâve just been playing with this idea. Let me know if you guys like where this is going and Iâd love to write more :)
It was a bright Wednesday morning and you were walking your French Bulldog, Blue and you could see your friend/neighbor, Mark walking his Frenchie too. He waves at you from afar and you meet him halfway to have your Frenchies play while you two catch up. âY/N!! Good morning pretty girl!â Mark says. âMorning Mark, I havenât seen you in a couple of days, how have you been?â. âIâve been good, I just got back from LA a couple of days ago, thatâs why I havenât been around. Hey, Iâve been meaning to ask you...Iâm having a get together on Friday night, I have a couple of friends coming in from LA and some friends from my old hometown in Massachusetts. I wanted to see if you wanted to come over!â Mark asks. âI donât know Mark, Iâve been feeling bummed since I called off the engagement...â Mark cuts you off and says, âExactly why you need a night out Y/N. Itâs been 6 months....thatâs half a year, I think you deserve a night out to let loose and finally leave that bullshit behind. Heâs a piece of shit who cheated on you and doesnât realize what heâs missing out on. So, Iâm begging you...please come on Friday! Weâre going to have drinks, dinner, some card games, and karaoke. Plus, you never know maaaaaybe youâll meet someone that night!â. âYeah...Iâm not holding my breath on meeting someone...but I guess youâre right. I deserve this. Just let me know what time you want me over and what you want me to bring.â âYouâre a doll, Y/N! Canât wait to see you on Friday!â Mark says. You guys continue to chat and let the Frenchies play before heading off to your house to go get ready for work.
The week flies by and Thursday night, Mark texts you âHey doll, just wanna remind you, party starts at 8pm. Donât worry about bringing food, just bring yourself and your alcohol of choice! And donât forget...thereâs gonna be tons of good looking guys at this party, so get your flirting game back up lol!â You laid in bed and groaned...you loved your friend Mark for wanting to see you happy again and getting you back in the dating field, but you were so nervous to get your heartbroken again. After all, you did spend 10 years of your life with a guy who you thought you were going to marry and grow old with and he turned around and cheated on you. You decided to reply to Mark, âOh great...I think my flirting game is outta shape Mark...thank goodness for tequila cause thatâs whatâs going to get me through your party! Canât wait to hang out though and meet your friends!â You there and decided you werenât going to think too much about it and just go with the flow.
Your day at work on Friday goes by quickly and before you know it youâre at home by 4pm and with time to spare to get ready for the party. You get home and go about your normal routine of feeding Blue and taking him for his evening walks. You shower and youâre in your room wrapped in your fluffy pink towel, curly hair dripping wet and staring into your closet. What the hell do I want to wear to this party? Itâs casual...but you still want to make sure you look good... you pulled a few outfits from your closet and and tried a few on, Blue laid on your bed watching you try on your outfits. You decided on some skinny jeans cuffed at your ankles, a black v-neck shirt and your go-to white low top converses. You decided on your favorite ankle bracelet, you always found it sexy to see a cute bracelet hanging off your ankle. You fix your hair, leaving your curls loose and decided on some light makeup. Your beautiful almond shape eyes stood out with the brown and gold eyeshadow that you had on, light blush and your glossy lips. You spritz on your âDolce & Gabbana Light Blueâ on turn to face your dog, Blue. How do I look bubba? Momma is nervous to meet some new people...tell me Iâm gonna be fine. And as if Blue understood you and on cue he barked and licked your nose. You grabbed your jean jacket, just in case it was cold walking back home at night, grabbed your purse, keys, phone and how to forget your favorite tequila.
You walk across the street to Markâs house, you see a couple of cars in his driveway and parked in front of his house and before walking in you take a deep breath...youâll be fine...time to let loose. You open the door to Markâs house and shout his name, youâre instantly greeted by his Frenchie, Lola. Mark comes up, clearly already tipsy, gives you a big bear hug, âY/N! You look good girlllll, welcome to the party!!!! Come on, letâs go into the kitchen to put your stuff down and let me introduce you to my childhood friend, Scott. Heâs making some mixed drinks and let me tell you...theyâre the fucking best!!â You laugh and just slap his arm, âAlright, mister party host letâs get that drink.â You walk into the kitchen and see this tall guy mixing drinks and looking so adorable, gives you the biggest smile, âYou must be Y/N! Mark couldnât stop raving about his friend who was about to come over and Iâve heard that you have an amazing voice for when it comes to karaoke. Weâre gonna have to do a duet! Whatâs your poison? What kind of drink do you want?â He asks. âAnd you must be Scott. Nice to meet you, Iâm not a picky drinker, how about some tequila with pineapple juice? But before we start anything...we need to welcome my presence with....TEQUILA SHOTS!!!!â You laugh as you grab your bottle of tequila and pour 3 shots for you guys, you chop up some limes and grab the salt. âAlright boys, hereâs to a very fun and much needed night!â You say and you all lift your shot glasses up, lick the salt off your hands, take your shot and then suck your limes. You all shiver and laugh as the shot starts to make your insides feel warm. You start to think, hey this isnât going to be so bad. This is gonna be a fun night. You see tons of friends in the yard, some in the basement, so many games going on. You stay close to Mark and Scott for the night, you decided to go into the kitchen and make some more drinks for you guys and when you turned your back to make them you hear Mark shout, âAYYYYY! Cap you made it!!â, Scott jumps in, âBro, I thought you got lost!â. You hear the deep voice say, âHey man! Thanks for having me, and yeah bro almost got lost...had to swing by and pick up some beer. Hope you all like Heineken!â. Scott says, âSince you made it bro, you gotta have a welcome tequila shot, as my new friend Y/N, likes to call them!â You come back into the dining room with your drinks and stop to look at the tall man standing with Mark and Scott. He was tall, had dark hair slicked back, a perfectly trimmed beard, the most beautiful blue eyes youâve ever seen. He wore jeans, a blue t-shirt that fit perfectly around his strong arms, classic converses and stood there with his hands in his pocket. When he looked up at you with those deep ocean blue eyes and beautiful smile, you felt like the world was moving in slow motion. It wasnât until Mark said, âY/N...this is Scottâs brother, Chris. Theyâre my good friends I grew up with in Massachusetts. Chris, this is my amazing friend, Y/N.â As you put the drinks down, Chris extended his hand out to you, âNice to meet you, Y/N.â He gave you the biggest smile, so genuine and sweet. You reached your hand out to his and shook hands, and you immediately felt an instant spark and connection in your handshake, and as if he felt the same thing you looked up and his deep ocean blue eyes looked up and yours and he stared at you. âNice to meet you too, Chris.â You shyly said back.
Chris POV:
Shit...Iâm running late, I still gotta run to grab some beer for the party. Our old friend, Mark is having a party and mentioned that heâs going to have some card games and karaoke, not that I plan on singing karaoke...thatâll be more of Scottâs thing tonight. Maybe if I have enough drinks and the right song is playing, Iâll be bold enough to sing. I pull up to Markâs house and walk in and immediately hear his voice âAYYYY! Cap you made it!!â and then Scott voice âBro! I thought you got lost!â. I laugh when I see how theyâve clearly been drinking for a while now and are both tipsy, looks like Iâll have to catch up...I chuckle to myself. âHey man! Thanks for having me, and yeah bro almost got lost...had to swing by and pick up some beer. Hope you all like Heineken!â. Scott says, âSince you made it bro, you gotta have a welcome tequila shot, as my new friend Y/N, likes to call them!â. As he says this, you see this beautiful Latina woman come out of the kitchen with 3 drinks in hand. She had the most beautiful olive complexion that almost glowed, beautiful dark curly hair, almond eyes, plump glossy pink lips. She had on a black v-neck shirt that showed a bit of cleavage, but in a tasteful way, her skinny jeans and white chucks. She had a little sway to her walk, showing her voluptuous hips that he almost wanted to grab on sight and pull her to him. When she walked up, she made eye contact with me...her eyes were dark brown, almost black, but her eyes had a sparkle to them and they were mysterious, they looked shy but sassy at the same time. She smiled and when she did I swore my heart ached in a way it hasnât in a very long time... It wasnât until Mark said, âY/N...this is Scottâs brother, Chris. Theyâre my good friends I grew up with in Massachusetts. Chris, this is my amazing friend, Y/N.â As she put the drinks down, I extended my hand out to her, âNice to meet you, Y/N.â, she took my hand, I could feel how small and soft her hand was in mine, I felt a spark that I canât explain, it was almost scary how I felt when we shook hands. It was as if Iâve known her all my life or in a different lifetime...Oh my God..what am I talking about? Iâve just met this girl. This canât anything..Until she finally spoke... âNice to meet you too, Chrisâ her voice was so soft, yet strong. She gave me a smile again, that made my heart once again ache. It was a smile that I never want to go away and see everyday. Iâll make it my mission to see that smile for the rest of the night...
Y/N POV:
You instantly snap out of your shyness, by telling yourself...tequila shots...this will make this go better.. âAh...Chris since youâre just coming in to the party it seems that youâve earned yourself my famous tequila welcome shot!â You laugh as you grab a tequila bottle, 4 shot glasses, limes and salt. You pour out the shots, pass out the limes and pour salt on everyoneâs hands, âHereâs to the rest of the night and new friends!â Scott says as you all lift your shot glasses up to clink. You all take your shots and shiver again. You all begin chatting away, mixing a couple of more drinks, played a couple of card drinking games. It wasnât until you hear Scott say âWell, Well, Y/N! Itâs time...â you laugh, âTime for what, Scott?â âYou owe me a karaoke song or a few! Letâs go to the basement guys!!â Chris looks over at you, âYou sing karaoke, Y/N? This is gonna be greatâ as he chuckles. âWell...Mark seems to think I have this great karaoke voice and decided to tell everyone that I was going to sing tonight...Iâm starting to think he just thinks I sound good because weâre always drinking when I end up singing karaoke...warning you now Evans...this is probably gonna be the worst singing youâve ever heard!â You laugh as you grab your drink and follow the guys to the basement for karaoke. He laughs, and you think Oh my God..his laugh is amazing, itâs so contagious âI donât know, Y/N...youâre gonna be singing with Scott...he can sing amazing when heâs sober, but drunk Scott is hilarious and his singing is more like shouting so you canât be that badâ...he grabs his drink and follows behind you. You all make your way into the basement along with a couple of other friends and set up the big screen for karaoke. Mark looks at you and says âYouâre too humble, Y/N, you have a great voice...and weâll all be here to witness itâ, you look at your friend and give him a sarcastic smile and shoot him your middle finger âYeah thanks, Mark...youâre just about to set me up for embarrassment!â Chris and Mark start laughing at your comment and sit back ready to watch you guys sing. Scott is searching for a song on karaoke and stumbles across âKissâ by Prince and says âYup! This is it...you ready Y/N?â I groan at the song choice, knowing how much youâre about to get into this song... â100% Scott letâs do this!â And you chug down the rest of your beer. The song comes on and you both immediately get into the song, singing at each other and at the rest of your friends. You look over and caught a glimpse of Chris, he was sitting back with his legs spread open, beer in hand, smiling and laughing as both of you were singing and being very animated with the lyrics. You turn to him at one point during the song and sang the lyrics, â...you donât have to cool to rule my world, ainât no particular sign Iâm more compatible with, I just want your extra time and your kiss!â And as you say the last part you blew a kiss towards Chris and Mark. You see them both laugh, Chris blushes and smiles before they both start singing the rest of the song with you and Scott. You laugh as you see all of them getting into the song.
CHRIS POV:
I followed Y/N down to the basement to meet the rest of them for karaoke. She grabbed a beer, tequila bottle and her pineapple juice as she made her way out of the kitchen. She seemed humble and shy about doing karaoke, but since she promised Scott a duet she intended on keeping that promise. I joked around with her about how Scottâs singing wasnât the best when he was drunk and encouraged her that her singing couldnât be that bad. She gave me a breathtaking smile and laughed at my comment. She threw her head back as she laughed and all I could see was her beautiful neck that I wanted to sprinkle kisses on and down to her chest. Her laugh was like music to my ears, it was something that I wanted to hear over and over again. I imagined how the other sound I wanted to hear come out of those glossy plump lips would be her moaning my name...but I shook my head and tried to reel myself back because all I could feel was my pants tightening. I followed her into the basement, watching her beautiful ass as she walked away, she was curvy in the most perfect way, her ass almost begging to be palmed and squeezed. Again, I had to shake my head and stop my thoughts. I sat back on the couch with Mark and a couple of other friends as she and Scott set up their song. Scott went with âKissâ by Prince. Of course he would pick such a flirty song...itâs like he knew what he was doing, knowing that Y/N would probably sound amazing singing this...Mark looked over at Y/N and shouted at her âYouâre too humble, Y/N, you have a great voice...and weâll all be here to witness itâ, she looks over at her friend and gives him a sarcastic smile and shot him her middle finger âYeah thanks, Mark...youâre just about to set me up for embarrassment!â Her sarcastic comment made me laugh, she seemed so funny, sweet and sassy all at the same time. She definitely had that little Latina spice that I liked...she seemed to keep all of us on our toes. Scott and Y/N began singing to each other, they were so animated as they were singing. Scott definitely shouting at the top of his lungs, Y/N on the other hand, had a beautiful voice. She was actually singing compared to Scott. At one point she turned over to face us, but making eye contact with me... â...you donât have to cool to rule my world, ainât no particular sign Iâm more compatible with, I just want your extra time and your kiss!â and as she said this, she blew a kiss our way, but it felt like it was meant for me as she stared into my eyes. Her lips looked so kissable and plump and all I could think was how I wanted to pull her on my lap and grab her face and kiss those lips...Mark and I laughed and joined them in finishing the song.
Y/N POV:
Scott and I end up singing a few more songs, from oldies to recent music, upbeat music to some sad/romantic songs. Mark and Scott and a few others all made their way into the yard to play some corn hole and beer pong, leaving you and Chris behind chatting for a few before making your way to play beer pong with the others. Chris looked over at you with those blue eyes, at the moment you donât know if itâs all the alcohol youâve had or not but you felt like those eyes were going to turn you into a damn puddle. He was still sitting with his legs open on the couch. I couldnât help but think about how I wanted to straddle those legs and kiss his lips and feel his hardness under you. He sat there with his beer still in hand and looks over at you and says âY/N, Mark was not kidding, you have an amazing voice...â. You smile and take a sip of your beer, âEh, thanks Evans...Maybe youâve just reached the same amount of drunkness that Mark is at when he tells me thatâ you laugh. Chris smiles and says âNope, Iâm not drunk yet...but that was the best performance and I must say, your little kiss throwing for Princeâs song was great..â. You feel yourself blush and say âThank you, I like to keep you all on your toes with my performanceâ Chris stands up and walks up to you and offers you his hand to help you up from the couch, his hand feels so strong and big in yours and all you keep staring at are his arms, his eyes and those pink lips. His lips looked so soft and so inviting but no way, heâs thinking the same thing. As I stand up all I can smell is his cologne, it smells so fresh and clean, it was almost intoxicating. You looked up to the man who was at least 6 inches taller than you, and looked into his eyes, he was staring at your eyes and back down at your lips, almost waiting for your signal for him to kiss you. Itâs been months since youâve kissed someone else, well, years since youâve kissed someone elseâs lips than your ex-fiancĂŠ. You donât know if itâs the alcohol or this energy you were feeling between the two of you, but in that moment you did something you never would have done before. You leaned up to this manâs lips and pressed your lips lightly on his, to test the waters and see if it was okay to kiss. His lips were as soft as you imagined and you pulled back and looked at him and he smiled, âIâve wanted to see how your lips felt since I saw you come out of the kitchen, Y/N.â He leaned in and kissed you again, this time he placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer as he kissed you longer, this kiss felt intense and passionate. You wrapped your arms around his neck and put your fingers at the nape of his neck playing with his hair. You felt his tongue at your lips, wanting to taste more of you. You open your mouth inviting him in. His mouth tasted like mint and beer, in the best way. He lowly groaned into your mouth as he pulled away. He looked at you and said, âI can stay like this all night, kissing your lips, but if I donât stop myself now I know Scott will probably burst in here looking for us to play beer pong with him.â You laugh and said, âYouâre right...the night is still young, Evans..â as you leaned up and pecked his lips, grabbed your beer and walked away.
CHRIS POV:
Scott and Y/N finished up their karaoke and Mark looked over at me and whispered, âWeâre gonna go upstairs to the yard and play beer pong, weâll leave you two alone for a few. Donât think we havenât felt how thick the air has been around you two. Talk to her a little, Iâve known her forever and I know her so well, Iâm glad she opened up as much as she did. She must really feel comfortable around you, Bro.â My stomach tightened up, was it that obvious that we were into each other? Not that I wanted to hide it, she was beautiful and all I wanted to do was kiss her and get to know her more. Scott, Mark and the others all left little by little to the yard leaving me and Y/N on the couch together, I looked over at her and she had her legs crossed, as she was shaking her foot up and down I couldnât help but stare at her ankle bracelet and how I wanted to grab her legs and sprinkle kisses from her feet to her ankles, calves, thighs and into her center. I kept thinking how I wanted to see her ankle bracelet on my shoulder while I held her legs up over my shoulders while I pressed my tongue into her center...once again I had to stop my thoughts before I went over to her and pulled her on my lap. She looked over at me with that sweet sweet smile of hers and I had to compliment her singing, it was absolutely beautiful. She blushed, something I engraved into my memory...I told her that I loved her performance for âKissâ by Prince and that I loved her little kiss at the end. She blushed and told me she liked to keep us on our toes. I decided if we stayed down there any longer it would end up with me pulling her in for a kiss, so I stood up and walked over to her and extended my hand to help her off the couch. She took my hand and we were standing dangerously close to each other. I could smell her fresh, yet floral perfume and I took a deep breath wanting to remember that smell. She looked up at me with those beautiful chocolate colored almond eyes, her lips looking delicious and plump. She looked into my eyes and looked down at my lips as I did the same, she licked her lips and I couldnât help at how kissable they looked at that moment. I refuse to cross a line and I didnât want to kiss her without her permission, as I was going to ask her if I could kiss her she gently placed her lips on mine and gave me the most gentle and innocent kiss ever. She pulled away and looked me in the eye, almost to see if it was okay to keep going. I put my hands on those voluptuous hips and pulled her close to me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and put her fingers in my hair...I reached down and kissed her again, this time with more passion, wanting her to know how much I wanted this all night. Her lips felt amazing, soft and everything I imagined them to be. She tasted like mint and beer, so delicious. I touched my tongue to her lips and she invited me in, it was passionate, intense and I wanted to keep going...I lowly groaned into her lips because I knew that I had to break the kiss off before Scott or Mark came bursting in ruining our moment....I pulled away slowly and sadly, looked into her eyes hoping that I didnât disappoint her and said, âI can stay like this all night, kissing your lips, but if I donât stop myself now I know Scott will probably burst in here looking for us to play beer pong with him.â She laugh that sweet laugh I liked and said, âYouâre right...the night is still young, Evans..â as she leaned up and pecked my lips one more time, she grabbed her beer, smiled at me over her shoulder and she walked away. She swayed those hips that I was just holding and I couldnât help but stare at her ass and I had to palm my boner down in my pants...I followed her up and out into the yard to meet the guys for beer pong. We all played for a while until I saw Y/N getting herself ready to leave. I didnât want her to leave without getting her number, kissing her one more time and at least walking her to her house...
Y/N POV:
We all played beer pong for a while, drank a little more. Mark still had good music playing and Chris and I paired up to play, we beat Mark and Scott many times. We definitely made a good team, Chris and I kept up the flirting up throughout the game. Mark looked at me at one point and raised his eyebrow at me, I just laughed and shrugged my shoulders, âHey, this is what you wanted!â I said, Mark just laughed and said, âDamn right!â. After what seemed like hours I checked the time and noticed it was 3am and that it was time for me to home. I started to help Mark clean up and pack up, there were people passed out on the couch and people who had left hours ago, but I wanted to help as much as I could before I left. After all, I live right across the street. Chris and Scott also helped clean up, they look over cleaning the yard, while Mark and I cleaned the kitchen. He looked up at me and smiled, I said âWHAT?!â Mark said, âI see you and Chris got along really well...â I smiled and said, âHeâs sweet, is it weird to say I feel like Iâve known him forever? Oh and heâs verrrrrryyyy good looking....why didnât you tell me he was that good looking?!â Mark laughed and said, âOh, heâs an awesome guy, genuinely a good guy. Thatâs probably the vibe youâre getting from him. He seemed smitten by you, you know? You should see where it goes..â I looked up into the yard and see them cleaning up. You all finish up cleaning and you walk over to them to say bye, Scott leans in to hug you, âIt was great meeting you, hope to hang with you again soon! Letâs trade numbers!â You smile and trade numbers, you walk over and say bye to Mark, hug him and thank him for a good night, and tell him to stop by for lunch tomorrow. Lastly, you walk over to Chris, âIt was nice meeting you, Chrisâ, he smiles at you and leans in to hug you. He felt huge in your arms, he smelled amazing. You felt the spark again... âIt was nice meeting you too. Can I walk you to your door?â You smile and say, âSure!â You silently walk together to your door, it was a comfortable silence. âWell, this is me...â, you say. He looks down at you and smiles before leaning in to kiss you again, he grabbed your face gently and gave you a passionate kiss that left you both breathless. He smiles on your lips, âI want to do this again, Y/N. Can we see each other again, soon?â You kiss him one more time before giving him your number, and he waits for you to open your door and walk in safely. You close the door behind you and smile to yourself... Shit!! This guy is amazing...
To be continued...
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So, @holdyourbreathfornow came up with a really cool Toy AU on one of the Discords weâre in and I wanted to write a drabble for it.
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It was getting close to midnight as Benrey crept over to the castle clock on the other side of the playroom. He always waited until ten minutes before midnight before going over. Any sooner and he ran the risk of falling asleep or getting distracted waiting. Any later and heâd be scrambling to be ready. Ten minutes was just right for him to be there and waiting.
He made his way across the floor, taking care to avoid any toys that could make noise or be tripped over. He wasnât exactly the most coordinated and he didnât want to risk waking anyone up. Or not getting to the clock in time. He didnât necessarily need to be there and waiting, but he wanted to be.
Gordon appreciated it. And that was reason enough.
Once he reached the clock, Benrey settled down, staring expectantly at the clock face and tapping his little mitts on the ground as he waited for the stroke of midnight. Heâd begun looking forward to this every night since the clock had been installed and heâd first seen what happened when midnight came.
The castle clock was a gorgeous piece of work. It hung on the wall, just out of reach of tiny child hands, and was made of gold and bronze, with intricate patterns and details etched into the metal. It looked like something out of a clockwork fairytale, some sections having glass covers to display the inner workings. The clock face sat between two towers, above a small set of double doors.
It was getting close to midnight now. Benrey stared intently at the clock face, counting down to the moment it would strike midnight. Finally, it did, the chimes echoing throughout the empty playroom. Then the doors on the clock opened and he stepped out.
From the moment heâd first laid eyes on the Clockwork King, Benrey had decided Gordon was the most beautiful thing heâd ever seen. Gordon Freeman, like his castle, was a clockwork being. His royal regalia was crafted of gold and silver, with intricate detailing and embellishments. His skin was smooth bronze, his hair made of fine filaments of copper. His eyes had been made from two tiny emeralds and sparkled when he smiled.
He was stunning.
In comparison, Benrey wasnât much to look at. Just a simple worn out rag doll. But Benrey wasnât too hung up on his appearance. It was proof he had been loved many times over. That reminder of all the love heâd been given made all the wear and tear worth it. And Gordon regularly called Benrey cute, so that gave him a real boost in confidence.
As Gordon stepped out of the clock, he was enveloped in a golden light, growing to Benreyâs size. A byproduct of the magic that animated them, at least according to Tommy. Benrey didnât think too much about it.
Benrey leaned back on his hands, trying to act cool. âSup?â
Gordon let out a soft laugh. âSup to you too. Have you been sitting there a while?â
âNaah.â Benrey waved a mitten hand in a slightly dismissive manner. âJust got here. Had to, uh, had to secure the perimeter first. Make sure there arenât any assassins.â
Gordon raised an eyebrow as he extended a hand to Benrey, pulling him to his feet. âThatâs awfully thoughtful of you. Are you sure you could take an assassin, though?â
âYou doubting my combat skills, bro?â Benrey feigned horror, flopping against Gordon. âYou doubting my epic fighting moves? Iâve got a black belt in karate, yâknow.â
Gordon snorted, shoving Benrey away. âYou do not.â
Benrey grinned. âI totally do.â
âThere is no way,â Gordon said. He was doing that cute little giggle he did when he was trying to keep himself from laughing too uproariously. Something about maintaining decorum as a royal. It was so adorable.
âCanât believe my best buddy Gordon is doubtinâ me.â Benrey flopped against Gordon again. âThought we were best friends, bro.â
âBenrey, I love you,â Gordon laughed, making Benreyâs heart skip a beat. âBut you can barely dance without tripping over your feet. There is no way you can fight.â
âSo mean to Benny.â Benrey draped himself further over Gordon. âMean and cruel.â
âYou want to prove me wrong?â Gordon asked, a mischievous smile crossing his features.
Benrey pulled away, frowning slightly. âLike...how?â
âA dance?â Gordon slipped an arm around Benreyâs waist, dipping him back.
It was times like these Benrey was incredibly grateful he was incapable of blushing.
âYeah, sure,â he replied with a grin, trying to keep his voice from shaking too much. âGotta show you my sick moves.â
He was sure he was going to make a fool of himself. He always did. Gordon was right. He always tripped over his feet when they waltzed together. Not that Benrey actually cared. Heâd never taken himself all that seriously. Plus, it was always worth it to make Gordon laugh. The guy could be so uptight sometimes.
Gordon looked back at the clock and made a gesture with his hand. A clockwork orchestra emerged from the same doors Gordon had, although they didnât leave the clock. With another wave of Gordonâs hand, they began to play.
As the music filled the playroom, Gordon put one hand on Benreyâs waist, holding Benreyâs hand with his other one. They began to move, Gordon taking the lead. Benrey had pretty much stopped paying attention, focused solely on Gordonâs face.
Waltzing like this...It felt like a scene from a fairytale.
He wished this moment could last forever.
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the first scene of SNAPPER, a body horror t4t love story about a guy struggling to make ends meet, maintain personal relationships, and weigh the moral consequences of having a flesh-hungry parasite living in his uterus
Heâs here again, sitting in a shitty little hotel bar nursing a cheap well special. The ice melts under the moody lights above the bartop, its shifting silent under the din of bro country. He idly swings a sneaker-clad foot against the leg of his stool, shaking peachy-pink bangs out of his face. Thereâs a shape moving towards him, a shape that turns into a decent enough looking guy with a red flannel and a camo cap with a swooshy emblem of lines vaguely resembling a deer. The manâs eyes trace the silhouette of his body. The man extends his hand with a smile.
âHey. Iâm Greg.â He smiles back, letting his voice lilt upwards in register.
âTy,â he says, lightly gripping and shaking the hand. Gregâs touch is gentle, like the way his mama taught him to treat a lady.
Poor fucker.
âCan I buy you a drink?â Greg asks. Ty nods and turns a little as Greg perches next to him.
They make small talk and Ty goes through the motions like heâs checking them off of a list: bat your lashes, lean in, mirror whatever he does without being too masc. Heâs not a bad looking guy - scruffy dark brown hair poking out from under his cap, the stubble around his lips and along his jaw darker in shade. The sunâs baked some premature lines into his face, making the platonic ideal of a working man.Â
Greg compliments his bobbed hair; he doesnât need to know that it was ten bucks at the party store. The unnatural shine disappears in the dimness of the room.
Ty coyly glances into a compact mirror and he can see what no one else can. Lingering dark circles under his eyes, hidden under what feels like an inch of cakey under-eye concealer. Gauntness in his cheeks, blended out with bronzer and contour. Cracked dry lips scoured with his fingernail and smothered in balm. The mask is still in place though, and Gregâs just enough beers deep to stay blind to it all. Greg leans in, cheap fermentation on his breath.
âHow âbout you nâ me get out of here,â he says, aiming for a sexy purr and landing somewhere around buddy-youâre-lucky-youâre-so-hot. Ty smiles, looking Greg over through his lashes.
ââKay. Wanna come âround to mine?â Greg slides off of his stool and offers Ty his arm. Just like mama taught him.
Ty tries not to think of the families. The mothers, the fathers, the siblings. The children and spouses, in some cases. Carrie Underwood, eat your heart out.
He drives, Gregâs enthusiasm having gotten the better of him. He takes a back-assward kinda way, winding in back alleys with Gregâs hand on his thigh, Tyâs skirt shifted up a little and Gregâs thumb stroking the bare skin. He parks and flashes a look at Greg, eyes half-lidded with his lip in his teeth.
The apartment is down a short flight of stairs, behind a door, down a hall, behind another door. One room plus bath, hastily painted slum-lord white, linoleum floor. Furnished in some decent pieces nabbed from campus when the students were moving out. Sure, itâs a shithole, but for six hundred a month itâs Tyâs shithole. He makes it work.
As soon as Tyâs door shuts behind them Greg is on him, pulling Ty close and his lips landing everywhere. Hunger outweighs revulsion.
Checking boxes again. Pulling each otherâs clothes off, Ty letting Greg take the lead because he doesnât want it. So much for gentlemanliness. Greg says some dirty shit about Ty not wearing a bra; Ty can barely parse the words. He hasnât owned a bra in years anyways.
Gregâs got a tight body, well-muscled and tan. The smell of sun lingers on his skin and for a moment Ty wants to slow down, to feel human warmth. To ask Greg to be gentle and let real threads of connection pull them closer together. He imagines what Greg could look like in the daylight - maybe he has coppery tones in his hair, maybe his eyes shine honey-gold. Maybe he really is a gentleman and had they met anywhere else heâd be a better man.
Heâs probably wrong.
Hunger outweighs yearning.
Theyâre both naked and Ty drops backward onto the bed, landing in an almost cartoonishly coquette pose. Through the miracle of glue his wig is still on. Greg lies next to him and they kiss and kiss, the malt and hops fading like a bad smell youâve lived with for too long. This has gone on for too long.
Ty hooks a leg around Gregâs hip and rolls, moving Greg onto his back and slowly grinding wet against Gregâs dick. He looks down at Greg, the pity on his face hiding in the shadows of the dark room. Iâm sorry, he whispers, before his mind shuts off and something else awakens. Now Greg is meat. Just a big hunk of Okie beef.
Itâs not the kind of sickening crunch youâd expect, itâs more like your cousinâs bully mix absolutely fucking up a turkey leg stolen from the fold-up table at meemawâs birthday party. Unlike most mammals, thereâs no bone in there. Itâs just veins, cartilage, soft spongy flesh. When the jaws close around it, Ty lets out a soft, shuddering moan.
Then the screaming starts.
Another vital virtue of the apartment is how little sound travels, especially with all the hippie-ass tapestries on the walls hiding the layers of sponge and foam. Greg is screaming and thrashing under him, scared and bleeding and hurling every slur he can think of in Tyâs direction. Even the ones that donât apply. Nobody upstairs is any the wiser. Something raises his hands and presses them over Gregâs mouth.
Red pools between his legs, splattering when Greg starts bucking his hips to shake Ty off. He tries to grab at Ty and tear him away, beat him, do anything to break free, but the jaws are like a fuckinâ hyenaâs and heâs losing a lot of blood very fast.
When Greg stops moving thereâs a nudge at the back of Tyâs brain. Hey, kid. Time to move on to the main course.
He puts his earpods in and starts up a multiparter podcast about mail fraud, turning it up as loud as he can. Itâs not that heâs interested in the subject, itâs just better than the noises. Ty hooks his arms under Gregâs and drags him to the tub, a trail of blood following them. Great, now he has to clean up all this God-damned blood.
He gets Greg into the tub, although itâs a hell of a task. Greg might as well be a real side of beef with his dead weight; Ty almost wishes he was frozen and could just slide around. That would take far too long though. His freezer isnât that big. He sits in the tub with the body and props his ankles up on the edges, legs spread wide, and leans back with his head on an inflatable shell-shaped pillow.
Some noise leaks in, like when youâre eating chips and it can be hard to hear anything else because itâs literally inside your head, you know? He can feel the works moving inside him, the teeth chewing slowly, some kind of fucked up peristalsis rippling the wrong way through his bowels. Itâll take all night, but itâll shut the damn thing up for a while. He pulls out a blanket from behind the toilet bowl and covers himself before closing his eyes. A drowsy food coma to end the day.
#i've written a ways past this but idk how i feel about it#i'll chop and hack at it until i'm satisfied
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This is kind of a crack idea, but I don't really care and I'm throwing it out anyway
Curt and Owen have to go undercover in a show for a mission(keeping an eye on one of the members of the cast maybe?). The show? Either Spies are Forever or a Hatchetfield show, take your pick -S
S anon... you have been waiting a while for this, and I apologize. With Headless, I needed a moment to recharge. So this is going to be a Modern! SAF fic. And as a treat, we're going original cast in an AU. That's right folks. Extra meta content. You asked for crack, you're gonna get crack. Please note: Most of the stories pertaining to the real people involved in this oneshot are made up based on what facts I know about them/ what Iâm able to pick up on personalities. I donât know any of these people personally, though. This is going to be such a ride, so buckle up.
Genre: Comedy/ Action/ Fluff
Words: 5639
TL;DR: Curt and Owen take the stage in order to monitor Chimera and one of their operatives. The thing is, they only have a vague clue as to who they're going after: he was one of the writers.
TW: Swearing, Guns, Fighting- But not much, this is mostly just gonna be a joke.
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"Next we have... Curt Mega?" The longer-haired one read off, looking at Curt. "Cool name! We might have to use that- if, of course, that's okay with you."
"Oh... yeah, that's fine." Curt chuckled softly.
What, precisely, was Curt doing? Only the thing he'd vowed to Owen that he would never do (other than, of course, leave him): auditioning for a musical. Owen was a total theatre kid, and he'd done his share of musicals. Curt was always in the audience, but he'd jokingly told Owen that he would never be joining him up there. But... here he was. In an audition room. Curt never broke promises, not even joke ones. But these were... extenuating circumstances. In other words, this was for a mission and he had no doubt that Cynthia would actually kill him if he didn't follow through with his orders. Owen gave him a sly, triumphant smirk from across the room, where he was waiting for his audition. Curt got up, following the guy back further into the studio where they were holding auditions.
This mission was an odd one. It was monitoring a potential operative with Chimera Worldwide. Sure, they had the world by storm now- but A.S.S. was getting intel telling them that they might be breaching the privacy rights of people all over the world. In fact, Chimera may be a lot more criminal than they would seem to the naked eye. There was evidence coming to light of plots that could very well end in world domination. The worst part: apparently they were pretty plausible. One world government, puppeted by Chimera. That's why MI6 had sent Owen, and A.S.S. had sent Curt. They were their best agents, and a duo that had proven to work well together.
What did all of that have to do with a musical? To the average joe, nothing. Oh, Chimera had done well. They'd even declined to offer these guys a production grant so as to not seem shady. But... the A.S.S. had reason to believe that one of the writers and producers for the show that they were about to audition for was an operative for Chimera. Now, this play in and of itself may be an independent project. It may have nothing to do with Chimera. But... it was looking like the easiest way to monitor this operative, and so here Curt and Owen were. Owen was thrilled! He loved doing shows. He usually had to slot them into his schedule carefully, though. He couldn't do them during missions. So a mission where he was doing theatre was basically a dream come true for him.
Curt and Owen had chosen roles according to their experience with theatre. Curt had chosen to keep his name as his theatrical stage name, and Owen already did keep his name as a stage name. It was risky, but it also provided their names with a solid cover in the world outside of espionage. Owen had a legitimate resume built. That was why he was going for the lead, currently named 'JB' for 'James Bond' (subject to change). Curt, on the other hand, had stolen his resume from another actor named Curt Mega (who had fully agreed to that and signed an NDA and luckily enough happened to look like Curt). He had literally no acting experience, so he was going for a smaller role: The Informant and Ensemble. Both would likely have eyes on different parts of the production process and the cast. Hopefully they'd get a good idea of what was going on and who their target was. Maybe they'd even get to eliminate the threat! That was Curt's favourite part of missions.
"So, Curt... you did Glee?" The guy who had initially called him asked as they walked.
"Yep!" Curt lied.
"I recognize you! You were one of the Warblers- nice job on that solo in Uptown Girl, by the way." The man chuckled. Oh good. He was passable as the other Curt Mega. "I did Glee too. I was only there for, like, an episode though. But my buddy Darren... well, you probably know him."
"Yeah. He did a phenomenal job as Blaine." Curt smirked. Darren was also on an NDA. The government was being extremely careful.
"I'm Joey Richter. Me and my friends Brian and Corey wrote this show." The man introduced himself, extending his hand. Curt took it, giving him a firm shake. Joey smirked. "Damn... you've got a good shake."
"Thanks." Curt chuckled. He liked this guy. It was hard to imagine right now that he could be talking to an agent for one of the greatest evils known to man since... probably the Nazis. "I'm Curt... I mean, you know that, I just..."
"Yeah, I get it." Joey chuckled along with him. They walked into a room. Inside there were four other men. Two sat behind a table, Curt's supposed 'resume' and headshots laid out in front of them, a stack of papers on the side. Two other men shared a piano bench stationed by a keyboard. None of them were dressed particularly formally. Actually, they were all dressed pretty similarly to Curt. Short-sleeved patterned button-ups were about as formal as it got. So Curt and his black, white and gold striped short-sleeved button-up were in good company. "Hey, guys! This is Curt!"
"Hey! Welcome to the auditions for Spies are Forever!" One of the men behind the table smiled brightly. God, all of these men looked... so innocent. Curt couldn't see any of them being traitors to their country, much less mankind.
"Okay, so that's Brian. The guy beside him is Corey." Joey introduced. Corey waved. "The two guys at the piano bench are Clark and Pierce, our composers and band."
"Hey, Curt." Clark smirked.
"You brought your sixteen bars?" Pierce checked.
"Yep." Curt nodded, popping his 'p' and passing him the binder with his sheet music in it.
He'd brought Being Alive from Company, which Owen said was "such a cliche" and "a terrible choice for a comic show", but it was the song Curt felt most comfortable singing. So he was singing it anyways. Owen was very adamant that Curt had to be careful to actually be cast in the show, but Curt held that that song was his best chance. Curt had always thought he was an okay singer. He had his range that he shined in, and he used that. He never performed though. He wasn't that good. That's why he was going for a mostly non-singing role. He went over his cut with Clark, who was actually the one who would be playing for him. Then he cleared his throat, took a deep breath and gave it the old college try.
The odd thing, Curt thought, was that they seemed very into it. Either they were being very nice to him or they were genuinely enjoying the performance. Curt was a bit surprised by that. Owen was the performer among the two of them. Curt supposed it could just be the song. But then... something else unexpected happened. They asked Curt to do his cold read as 'JB'... and change the name to his own. 'Agent Curt Mega'. It was all getting a bit real for Curt. They liked him. And they liked his cold read. They were laughing during his cold read- and at all the right times! Curt was very confused. This wasn't where he was supposed to shine. He walked out of the audition room, and Owen was called in.
Owen really could not have come out sooner. Curt was anxious. What had he just done? He had given it his best because he thought that the best that could get him was ensemble. Was it going to get him more? Was he ready for more? He was past the point of no return, but... God, what had he just done? Owen came out of his audition, smug and content with himself. Apparently they'd asked him to read multiple sides. Curt hadn't the heart to tell him they'd asked him to read for the lead. A few days passed. Curt almost forgot that he'd even auditioned. That it had been so successful. Basking in the California sun could do that to you. But three days later, it all came back to him all too vividly.
"Curt, I got the email!" Owen announced from where he was lazing on the couch across from Curt in their hotel room. He sat up quickly, eager.
"What does it say?" Curt asked eagerly, sitting up with him. Owen scrolled down on his phone.
"Well... I'm in the show..." Owen furrowed his brows. "But... not in the role I thought. I got Deadliest Man Alive."
"Oh." Curt frowned. "I'm sorry. I know you really wanted the lead."
"It seemed like a juicy part." Owen hummed, still a bit dazed by the rejection. "I was looking forward to it."
"I know, babe." Curt sighed, getting up and wrapping his partner in a hug. "Maybe this one will be even juicier!"
"Maybe..." Owen nodded. "Thank you, love. For trying to make me feel better."
"Yeah, no problem!" Curt smiled softly.
"Did you get your email?" Owen asked.
"I... haven't checked." Curt admitted.
"Well go on, then! Sit! We'll check together!" Owen urged him. Curt sighed, sitting beside him and opening his email. Owen peered over his shoulder. The email from the Tin Can Bros was the first one that popped up right at the top. "Open it, Curt!"
"Okay..." Curt chuckled nervously, pressing the email to open it. He scrolled down, sighing in relief. "I got in, O."
"Congratulations!" Owen cheered, grinning. he was genuinely happy for Curt, and excited to be in the same show. "What role?"
"Let me scroll down..." Curt chuckled, before his heart stopped. Naturally, his laughter stopped with it, and his face fell.
"Love, what is it?" Owen furrowed his brows, concerned by the sudden mood shift. Immediately, his mind went to the worst-case scenario. "Curt, is there anything in there indicating that we might be compromised?"
"No..." Curt shook his head, staring at the role.
"Then... darling, what's wrong?" Owen blinked, before looking over his shoulder. His face fell to a state of shock almost equal to Curt's when he read the words, bolded on the screen: We would like to offer you the role of 'JB', renamed Agent Curt Mega. "Oh..."
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Rehearsals for Spies Are Forever were potentially one of the best times Curt had ever had. Everyone loved him! Apparently, his voice was much better than he'd given himself credit for, as was his acting. Even Owen admitted it. It turned out Curt was perfect for the role. The songs fit right for him, the personality was spot on... the spy was even gay! It was as though it was written specifically for him to perform. Curt truly was having the time of his life. And Owen was loving the role of Deadliest Man Alive. It turned out it was a significantly juicier role than Curt's- funny, dark. And he even had a minor side comedic role to take on, Dick Big. So he could flex his chops in different area. There was a bit of a minor complication with the characters, though.
It turned out Curt's was not the only name that they'd liked. The Tin Can Bros had thought Owen's name was absolutely perfect... for Curt's partner turned villain. Romantic partner turned villain, to boot. They liked the ship name Curtwen. Ironically, both Owen and Joey were playing versions of Agent Owen Carvour- Owen playing him when he was in disguise as Deadliest Man Alive, Joey playing him out of disguise. Owen didn't make a fuss- he couldn't in the position he was in. But he didn't like being portrayed that way, or his name being used that way. The truth was, Owen had used to be morally grey. He'd had a phase where he'd almost betrayed his country and Curt. He'd very nearly done some terrible things. He wouldn't way who for, but Owen had implied it might have been Chimera. But he and Curt had worked through that, and he saw the error of his ways. It hurt seeing his name associated with villainy again. But for the sake of the mission, he literally could not complain.
As for the mission, they weren't really getting too far yet- and that wasnât for lack of effort. As hard as finding a balance between rehearsal and espionage was, theyâd managed to find a routine and stick to it. The work they were doing really should have been productive for them. They'd bugged all three writers and the two composers, but HQ (who was monitoring those so that the boys could focus on rehearsing so that they didnât become too suspicious) was saying that they'd not gotten any suspicious activity from those except for Joey constantly being with an unidentified girl. But it seemed like that was his girlfriend and not another operative. So either this operative was smart and onto them or taking a hiatus from their work. Background checks were pretty clean. They were going purely off their interactions with these writers, which wasnât really helping. All five of them were lovely. All five of them were also extremely smart. And all five of them had acting experience. Right now, though... Joey, Clark and Pierce weren't their main suspects. Joey was just too genuine to be bad, as were Pierce and Clark. Plus, if we're looking at technicalities (as Owen tended to), Clark and Pierce were composers, not writers. It was between Brian and Corey- unless something changed. Truly, it was anyone's game.
Owen and Curt were on break. It had been a hard day of rehearsal so far. Curt had just had to rehearse his pseudo-love-song with Mary Kate (who was lovely, but he was a bit jealous of- Owen had called her 'gorgeous' on multiple occasions now), and though it wasn't physically or musically demanding it was hard not to just start laughing. Especially with Curt, a gay man who had experienced this before. And Lauren played his meddling mother during the song, which only made it harder not to laugh. His own mother had no idea what he did or who he was seeing, and it was better that way. She just thought he was a single banker. He liked Laurenâs version of his mom better. She was way funnier. It had taken a bit of time just to get a run in where Curt wasn't giggling the entire time. The song was just so well written! He knew it was so unprofessional (and Owen had certainly reminded him of that) but he couldn't help it! And the Bros were laughing with him, so it was all good. He was glad to be on break, because his sides were killing him. He scrolled through his phone, checking for anything from HQ, before he felt a hand on his back.
"You know, Curt, I don't know if I've told you this lately but you're really, really great!" Joey told him.
"Thanks, man." Curt chuckled. "Thanks for the opportunity!"
"Thank you for coming out for our show!" Joey smirked. His voice dropped to a lower volume. âListen... you and Owen are dating, right?â
"Yeah..." Curt furrowed his brows. He and Owen had chosen to be open about that. They were all pretty supportive of the LGBTQ+ community. The actor playing Susan and The Informant had even confessed to him that they thought they might be nonbinary- maybe even female leaning.Â
"Okay, so for the whole anniversary thing..." Joey fidgeted a bit nervously. "I mean... I've got an anniversary coming up, and, like, it's not my first, but... I think Iâve used every trick in the dating book at this point, and-"
"Wait, you're dating?" Curt blinked.
"Oh! Right, you're new!" Joey started to laugh. "Um... yeah! It's me and Lo."
"You and Lauren?" Curt smirked. He chuckled. "I knew it!"
"We're not public about the relationship yet, though, so... keep it quiet?" Joey pleaded.
"Oh yeah, you're safe." Curt assured him.
"So... any ideas?" Joey asked. âI really want this to be special for her.â
"Have you guys done the beach yet?" Curt offered. "Like, just a picnic- something you both love to eat- out on the beach."
"Yeah, did that two years ago." Joey sighed.
"Alright... how about a museum?" Curt offered. "It can be any museum that has something the two of you could bond over. But... I mean, Owen is super into experiencing art together."
"That we haven't done... not by ourselves on a date." Joey considered. "It doesn't even really have to be art, does it?"
"Nah, that's the beauty of museums! There are museums out there for everything." Curt smirked. âMaybe you two could go to a movie museum.â
"Thatâs probably more our speed.â Joey chuckled. âThanks, man!â
"No problem.â Curt winked playfully. Then, he got an idea. He trusted Joey, so hopefully this worked. âHey, can I ask you something?â
"I mean, I kinda owe you one." Joey chuckled. âAsk away!â
"Have you noticed anyone... acting a bit weird? Like... different from the way they usually do." Curt whispered.
"I... think I know who you mean." Joey nodded. "With Mary Kate... I think she honestly just misses Sean, you know? The rehearsals are a long time for her to be away from him. Those two are so close."
"Yeah... yeah, that must be hard on her." Curt hummed sympathetically. That... wasn't what he'd been going for.
"But I don't know what's going on with Brian." Joey confided in him. "I mean, it's not like he's been acting weird, per se, but... I mean, he always used to be down to just hang after work. But recently, he's been too busy to do that? I honestly thought it was just me who was picking up on that, but like... you're noticing it too?"
"Yeah. Yeah I am." Curt lied, all the sympathy he could muster in his tone. Bingo. He'd just gotten some really, really good intel there. If there was anyone who would be able to know when one of the writers was acting shady, it was Joey. They were his best friends. And Curt tended to agree with Joey anyways. Corey just didnât give off villain vibes. Neither did Brian, but out of the two of them, Brian gave off more. âGlad itâs not just me.â
"What's he saying about me?" Brian rolled his eyes playfully, approaching his bag from behind them to grab something. Shit. He must have heard his name.Â
"Uh..." Joey blushed.
"Oh, he was just telling me about how you two met." Curt lied. Joey gave him a questioning look. But Curt remembered him mentioning it in another one of his longwinded vents. "U of Michigan, Freshmen year. You two got into a lot of trouble."
"He's not telling you any of the bad stuff, is he?" Brian teased.
"Nah, man- I respect the bro code!" Joey scoffed playfully. Curt gave Joey a wink, and Joey gave him a grateful look in return. The wink hadn't gone unnoticed by Brian though.
"Oh god, he is telling you the bad stuff, isn't he?" Brian groaned playfully. "Listen, if Lauren asks, none of it was us."
"Oh don't worry... I'm great with secrets." Curt chuckled. He kinda wanted context now. Knowing those two, it was nothing serious- Joey had a heart of gold. He wouldn't be involved in anything bad. Especially not with his soon-to-be-girlfriend. So probably pranks, or other such shenanigans.
"Guys... I already knew it was you." Lauren rolled her eyes. None of them had noticed her by her own rehearsal bag picking up her water bottle. "It was so obvious... I may have believed you when you blamed Holden like... once? Twice? But you literally signed off half of the time."
"We did?" Joey blinked, looking at Brian.
"Okay, look, some of the time... I was pretty proud of our work." Brian defended himself.
"Dude!" Joey started to snicker. "And here I was keeping secrets from my girlfriend for you!"
"Sorry, Joey." Brian winced.Â
âEh, I guess I have to forgive you.â Joey rolled his eyes, chuckling. âYouâre my best friend.â
âHey, whatâs that?â Lauren asked, noticing a pink piece of paper sticking out of Curtâs rehearsal bag. Curt blushed profusely. That was the letter Owen had written to pick him up. he took it everywhere with him in case he panicked so that he could read it, remember those days and calm down. It helped. Heâd meant to keep it hidden.Â
âOh... itâs nothing.â Curt lied.Â
âItâs not nothing, is it?â Lauren smirked. She gave him a genuine look. âIs it personal?â
âOh, itâs nothing too bad.â Owen chuckled. Curt blushed further, feeling Owen wrap his arms around his waist. When had he gotten there?â
âWhatâs going on over here?â Corey asked, joining them. It seemed they had formed a rather large clump.Â
âI think Lauren might be about to read the first letter I ever wrote to Curtis.â Owen smirked triumphantly, clearly not embarrassed by that prospect.Â
âOoooo romantic!â Tessa teased Curt. When had she shown up? God, for a spy, Curt was not very observant. He took a brief look at his surroundings. Ah. Everyone was there. Fantastic.Â
âOh hell yeah I am!â Lauren smirked. She plucked the paper out of Curtâs bag.Â
âOh god...â Curt groaned.Â
âYou okay with this?â Corey checked with Curt. Curt nodded reluctantly.Â
âI mean, as long as O is.â Curt sighed, relenting.
With that, Lauren used the rest of their break to overdramatically read out Owenâs letter. Curt was a blushing mess, and Owen was grinning like an idiot. Evidently he was proud of himself- as he should have been. It was a good letter. At least Curt and Owen now had an idea of who to look into: Brian Rosenthal. It was a bit odd to think that Brosenthal might be a Chimera operative. He was a funny, quirky... he didnât seem ruthless enough. Maybe they were wrong. But this was literally all the intel they could get at the moment. Mind you, they needed concrete evidence before they could actually do anything, but... at least they had a lead. Even if it was a weird one. The thing about espionage was that leads were usually weird. So they... well, they managed to bug all of the writersâ houses a bit more to give HQ more to work with, but especially Brianâs. That way the minute they had solid evidence, they could act. Well... not the minute. More like within about twenty minutes. But same difference. There was nothing else they could do.Â
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Nothing happened through the rest of the rehearsal process. Literally nothing. No one did anything suspicious. Honestly, Curt and Owen were starting to think that their superiors were wrong. They were performing their shows- with excellent reception, might they add. People were loving Curt. The real Curt Mega was getting huge acclaim on Curtâs behalf. And the fans... well they were going mad. It was looking like the show would be a huge success- which meant two things. One, Curt was going to have to do more theatre. Cleary he was good at it. Two, his life as a spy was about to get more... complicated. IT turned out these guys had a bit of a cult following because they had been involved with a theatre group called Team Starkid? Curt knew about them from his mission briefing, but honestly heâd never thought that they were that big of a deal. When heâd confessed that to Owen heâd gotten a long lecture. Apparently Owen was also a fan, and that was half of why he was so excited to be doing this show. But that was a topic for another time.Â
It was about the third show in when they finally got the evidence they had been looking for. It... was not when theyâd planned to find anything. Actually, it was at the least convenient time. Between acts. It was also in the least expected way. Curt had to get his props for the top of Act Two. Owen decided to go with him, mostly to make sure he wasnât a total and utter child. Honestly, they just meant to get their props before places. They were the only ones in that area backstage- the stagehands were resetting the stage and helping with costume changes/ tech issues. Well, they thought they were the only ones backstage. They should have been. But it turns out that someone else had anticipated the lack of people, and was using that to his advantage. At first, all Curt and Owen could hear were murmurs- not distinguishable in the slightest. Bey both gave each other a look before pulling out their real guns (which they hid on their costumes just in case) and following the sound. And that was when they saw him. The culprit behind all of this: Bri- Corey Lubowich? They lowered their guns a bit, staying dead quiet. That wasnât what theyâd been expecting. {erhaps this was a false alarm.Â
âI am in the middle of a- no, I get that my work with you is important! Believe me, I know!â Corey hissed. âI just... tonight is one of my shows! Iâm going on as the Prince! I- well can it wait half an hour? I mean Iâd prefer two hours, but if I have to whip out my laptop backstage, I- well Iâm kinda insisting on- come on, you guys know my theatre is important to me!â
âOkay... so we were wrong...â Owen whispered.Â
âWe donât know that...â Curt reasoned. âIt could be his family.â
âOf course Iâm loyal! When have I not done what you said? I have sacrificed so much for you!â Corey fumed quietly. âChimera is my life now! Not theatre, not my family or friends. Chimera! Do you know how fucking weird that is for someone my age?! Iâm too young for all this corporate shit! No! No, of course thatâs not what Iâm saying just- can I have my night? Come on, this is really important.â
âOkay, I take that back.â Curt blinked, stunned. He was just a bit too loud. Coreyâs head snapped in their direction, and both men raised their guns. Coreyâs eyes fumbled, and he pulled out a gun of his own, haphazardly aiming it at them.Â
âOkay... shit, guys, Iâm going to have to call you back... weâve got a situation.â Corey muttered. His face fell and he rolled his eyes, unimpressed. âNo, not a theatre situation. An us situation. Iâll fill you in- look, they have guns. Just- I really donât have the time for this anymore- NOT MY JOB WITH YOU! This conversation! Jesus, Iâve got two guns pointed at me! Let me go! Okay, fine! Bye!â
âYou...â Curt spat, glaring at Corey.Â
âYou guys finally figured it out...â Corey sighed, raising his gun fully at them.Â
âYou know who we are?â Curt blinked.Â
âHow?â Owen asked him coldly.Â
âChimera has eyes and ears everywhere.â Corey rolled his eyes. âJust like in the show. I knew you were coming, and I knew you were looking for me. I just didnât think youâd actually find me.â
âAre you insulting our intelligence?â Owen scoffed.Â
âNo. I just thought I set up Brian pretty well.â Corey admitted. âIt was pretty easy, too... all I had to do was point out to Joey that Brian wasnât coming to as many of our hangouts as he used to. You trusted Joey. Joey relayed that to you. Threw you completely off my scent.â
âYeah, arenât you just the friend of the year.â Curt rolled his eyes. âYou threw your bro under the bus.â
âYouâre lucky we didnât get a false tip-off and eliminate him.â Owen hummed in agreement. âYouâve no clue the kinds of things that could set our superiors off.â
âWell... Itâs Brian. The chances of him doing anything sketchy are slim to none.â Corey reasoned.Â
âCorey, Iâm going to need you to put that gun down and put your hands behind your head.â Curt sighed.Â
âAlright, guys, places!â Joey called out to them. Everyone was backstage- except, oddly, Lauren (who was usually pretty punctual on cues). Shit. Their timing was awful. âYou can play with the... are those our prop guns?â
âNo... those are too modern.â Brian furrowed his brows, approaching them to get a closer look. He blinked before stumbling back. âHoly shit, guys... are those real guns?â
âYes, they are... and youâre going to need to stay back.â Curt told them levelly. âLubowich, gun down, hands behind your head.â
âWe outgun and outman you.â Owen reminded him. The fact that Corey was so reluctant was astounding. âAnd we have a license to kill if you donât cooperate.â
âOkay, guys, what the fuck?!â Joey exclaimed.Â
âCan we just... put the guns down and talk this out?â Tessa pleaded.Â
âNo... we canât.â Curt shook his head. âMy name is Agent Curt Mega, American Secret Service. My partner is Owen Carvour, MI6.â
âOur credentials...â Owen muttered, pulling them out with one hand and holding them out to Brian, who was closest. He hesitantly took them. Corey shot Owen while he wasnât in peak position to shoot him. Curt shot Corey back with no hesitation. Neither shot was fatal, Coreyâs hitting Owen in the arm and Curtâs hitting Corey in the shoulder. The impact was enough to make both men stumble back. Owen stayed on his feet, but Corey fell. Curt kept his gun trained on Corey.Â
âHoly shit, theyâre not lying...â Brian mumbled.Â
âOkay, Corey... what the actual fuck, man?!â Joey fumed, definitely feeling a bit betrayed.Â
âCorey... why are you fighting the secret service?â Mary Kate asked coolly, trying to be the level-headed one.Â
âHe works for Chimera.â Curt told them, knowing they might not get a clear response from Corey for a bit.Â
âThe assholes who wouldnât fund us?â Brian groaned. Corey grunted in admittance. âCome on, man! This just keeps getting worse and worse!â
âOkay, guys, Iâm here. Sorry I took so-â Lauren started, rushing out. She saw the scene playing out and blinked. âHoly fuck! Whatâs going on?!â
âTheyâre actual fucking spies, Lo.â Joey hissed. âAll three of them.â
âPretty sure Curt and Owen are the good guys.â Brian added in a whisper.Â
âOh yeah, Curt and Owen are definitely the good guys.â Tessa gulped.Â
âCorey is an agent for Chimera.â Curt explained.Â
âPlease tell me this is an elaborate prank.â Lauren chuckled nervously.Â
âNo, Lo... this time itâs real.â Joey sighed.Â
âOkay, but... Chimeraâs just a huge global corporation, right?â Mary Kate reasoned.Â
âNot really.â Corey croaked out.Â
âTheyâre plotting world domination.â Owen grunted.Â
âCorey...â Joey breathed.Â
âWorld domination makes it sound bad.â Corey grimaced. âWe more just want control over every world government... and then maybe to take all of them out and form one Chimera government.â
âThat doesnât make it sound any better.â Tessa winced.Â
âWhy?â Brian asked Corey, hurt. âWhy are you doing this?â
âHonestly, I just needed a bit of extra money in college.â Corey muttered, trying and failing to find his footing. Clearly he wasnât a field agent too often.Â
âSo you turned to espionage?!â Lauren scoffed incredulously.Â
âHonestly I started as a delivery boy and then I found out some shit I should never have known...â Corey sighed. âIt escalated really quickly.â
âGod, this is a mess.â Joey groaned.Â
âCurt, love, can you give our superiors a ring?â Owen prompted him. âIâll deal with our former friend here.â
âOn it.â Curt nodded, pulling out his phone.Â
âSo... do we stop the show?â Brian asked Owen as he pulled out a zip-tie- another essential item Owen always kept on him, even in costumes.
âOh no... the A.S.S. is the epitome of discretion. Believe me, youâll have no clue whatâs going on. Just see if you can find a friend in the audience to go on for The Prince.â Owen told them, tying up Corey and forcing him onto his feet. âOwen will take him outside and... he should honestly be ready to go on after We Love The Prince.â
âHoly shit... okay...â Lauren sighed.Â
âIâll make an announcement that weâre having technical difficulties...â Joey planned. âLetâs, um... just take a moment to breathe and get back into the right headspace.â
âWeâll be back in a moment.â Curt told them as he and Owen took Corey outside.Â
âRot in hell, you asshole!â Brian called after him, sniffing. Was he... crying? You know what, it was completely fair. That was one hell of a betrayal.Â
So Curt and Owen passed Corey onto their superiors, and Spies Are Forever was able to go on. They got Nick Lang to play The Prince, which only made the fans more excited. Curt and Owen were allowed the opportunity to finish their run with the show- which Curt was so, so grateful for. He loved theatre. he never thought he would, but he loved it. And Owen loved that he loved it. Spies are Forever was the first of many shows for Curt. He got into the habit, like Owen, of doing shows between missions. In fact, he actually got to make Owen a little jealous later on- he got into a Starkid show. Mind you, they knew who he was. Fully this time. They even supported him- helped him build a public backstory. The real Curt Megaâs wife even played wife to him publicly when she needed to. It was a new start in Curtâs life and one that he hadnât even known he needed. Finally, everything seemed like it was okay.
#spies are forever#saf modern au#saf#pure crack#meta#tin can bros#tcb#owen carvour#agent owen carvour#curt mega#agent curt mega#joey richter#brian rosenthal#corey lubowich#mk wiles#tessa netting#lauren lopez#esther fallick#mary kate wiles#i am so sorry yall#listen#I was just vibing writing this#the request was pure chaos#I sincerely hope that none of the people involved in this ever see it#but if they do#my most sincere apologies for absolutey butchering your personalities
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A Cullen / Volturi Christmas
Word Count: 2,357Â Demetri x OC Cullen Part Two Warnings: Fluff
Esme and Lily decided to have a mom and daughter day and left the castle to spend it shopping for gifts, which worked out well as it was the last castle âtourâ day before Christmas. Esme drove them to the mall and once there they began their Christmas shopping although Lily couldnât buy her momâs gift with her there and Esme didnât buy Lilyâs that day either. Esme treated them both to a manicure in the mallâs beauty salon. Lily opted for blue nails and had snowflakes painted onto her ring fingers; Esme opted for red nails and had a snowman painted onto her ring fingers. âThank you mom for the manicureâ Lily said as she hugged her mom âYouâre very welcome sweetieâ Esme replied smiling.
Once Lily and Esme had finished shopping they made their way back to the car âMom, will you help me with something but it involves going back into the mall?â Lily asked Esme as they were putting the bags in the car âOf course. What do you require help with?â Esme asked smiling âYouâll seeâ Lily replied smiling as they made their way back into the mall and down to the Christmas shop.
Demetri was surprised when he returned from guard duty that evening to find that Lily had bought and decorated a 4ft Christmas tree that now sat in the corner of his room between his desk and the bookcase. He also noticed that Lily had bought him a Christmas stocking with his name on and had hung it on his fireplace alongside one with her name on. âI hope you donât mind but I wanted to make your room feel a littleâŚfestive seeing as we spend so much time in hereâ She said smiling at him âI donât mind, it was just a surprise thatâs all. The tree looks beautiful and thank you for the stocking.â He replied smiling, trying to ignore the warm feeling running through him, knowing that he was starting to feel fond of her âYouâre welcomeâ She replied smiling âI have one back home and thought itâd be nice to hang a couple over your fireplace. There was a stall in the mall that personalised stockings and tree decorationsâ She added still smiling at him âI must admit I donât usually decorate my room at Christmas but it does look really nice, although the tree is missing somethingâ He said pointing at it only just noticing there was nothing on top of the tree âOh yeah. Here I left this for you to put on the treeâ She said as he handed him a white star and watched him place it atop the tree. Â
The following evening Demetri took Lilyâs warm hand in his cold one and led her down to the family room for what was supposed to be movie night, but Caius had decided on something a little different. âRight now you are all here; I can tell you the plan for tonight. Athenodora and I have spoken and instead of family movie night weâre going to have a family games nightâ Caius said addressing the room. âBella will you shield the other teamsâ thoughts from Edward so itâs a fair game for allâ He added âOf course Caiusâ She replied; everyone was surprised that he had asked her rather than making it an order.
The teams were; âThe Cullensâ â consisting of Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, Edward and Bella, âThe Royals and the guardâ â consisting of Marcus, Aro, Sulpicia, Caius, Athenodora, Corin, Afton and Renata, âLily and the non-veggiesâ â consisting of Felix, Jane, Alec, Demetri, Lily, Chelsea, Heidi and Santiago.
Once each team had a name they let the other teams know. âWho came up with their team name?â Bella asked Edward chuckling and pointing at Lilyâs team âFelix did. He thought it would be funny and the others didnât objectâ Edward replied smiling. âI canât believe a Cullen is on the same team as the Volturiâ Emmett said âYeah, who would have thought?â Afton agreed âLily is an honorary Volturi as she is staying with Demetriâ Aro said smiling âNot to mention it makes the number of people on a team fair tooâ Jane added. Gianna was the one who created and read out the Quiz questions ensuring that there were topics for everyone âI have used Wikipedia and google for some of the answers so if any of the âHistoryâ questions are not quite accurate you know whyâ Gianna smiled nervously âItâs ok my dearâ Aro replied smiling. Lilyâs team did really well when it came to answering questions to do with current music stars, modern films etc. âIâm glad youâre on our team cara or we probably wouldnât have done so wellâ Demetri whispered in her ear, causing her to smile âSee us humans haveâŚother usesâ She whispered back and giving him a wink; he nodded chuckling low âSo it would seem.â Marcus smiled seeing Demetri and Lily getting along so well. Â
Once the quiz was over they played charades, again Gianna had written down some ideas. Edward tried acting out âFirst man on the moonâ and the Cullens didnât guess correctly âThat was a bad impression broâ Emmett called out once Gianna called time âI did my bestâ Edward replied. Lily got a bit creative when it was her turn; she walked over to Aro and began miming a conversation with him âInterview with a Vampireâ Demetri called out pointing at them âYepâ Lily replied smiling and gave Demetri a high five before sitting back down beside him. Corin acted out the âcan-canâ which had everyone laughing and as a result her team almost missed correctly guessing the mime. Jasper went next and mimed ârunning man.â When it was Demetriâs turn he pretended to eat something then fell to the floor with his eyes closed âSnow White and the seven Dwarvesâ Lily called out smiling, Demetri got up and nodded at her âWell done caraâ He smiled down at her. âHow do they do that?â Afton asked âI donât know but it works in our favourâ Chelsea replied smiling at her mate.
At the end of the night before everyone left Felix gained the roomâs attention âRight Christmas is two weeks away and the Cullens have agreed to do Secret Santa with us this year. I have put all of the names in this bowl so please come and pick a piece of paper out of the bowl to find out who you are buying forâ Everyone chose their âpersonâ and Lily smiled when she got Jane as she knew exactly what to get her from the conversations that they had had, where they had gotten to know one another a little better. Felix had picked Lilyâs name and made a mental note to ask Alice or Esme for ideas as he didnât really know much about her.
The Cullens had been at the castle for two weeks when their month long stay was extended until after the New Year at Marcusâ request. Carlisle was sitting in Marcusâ private study and they were reminiscing about the years when Carlisle lived with them when Marcus changed the subject âCarlisle I would like you and your family to extend your stay here by two weeks so you leave mid-January instead of a few days after New Yearâsâ âIs there a particular reason for the offer to extend our stay here Marcus?â Marcus thought for a moment before answering âNo, nothing in particular I would just like to have you and your family around for a little longerâ âI will speak with Esme but I do not see it being a problemâ Carlisle replied and Marcus nodded. Carlisle sensed Marcus was up to something he just wasnât quite sure what. Â
Demetri had gotten used to hearing Lily play her favourite Christmas songs low in the background during her stay in his room. Once she found out his favourite Christmas songs she added them to her playlist and he was both surprised and pleased the first time he heard his favourites playing amongst hers. He also found that sharing his room with her was easy as she was just as tidy and organised as him, she enjoyed reading and he found himself enjoying her company and the conversations they had by the fire. âI could get used to this, to having her aroundâ Demetri thought to himself one night after they had spent the night talking and laughing about the antics that go on both at her house and in the castle; discovering that Emmett and Felix had more in common that people would think. He also found that the slight burning feeling in the back of his throat when he was around her was becoming easier to deal with; so much so he rarely noticed it was there now. Â
Demetri, Felix and Alec were sent out to track down a couple of rogues who were hunting a little too close to Volterra and would enter the city of an evening. They were gone for the day and warned them to move on; however one of the rogues didnât like the warning and went for Alec and got himself dismembered and set alight by the three of them. The other two rogues took off running and vowed never to set foot in the Volterra again.
The following morning Demetri went Christmas shopping for his Secret Santa; he had gotten Renesmee and bought her âBeach Barbie and Barbieâs Beach Houseâ as he remembered Gianna had told him that all little girls loved that sort of thing, when sheâd bought one for her nieceâs birthday a few months prior. Demetri bought a gift for Felix and Heidi as he always did but this year he bought a few extra gifts that were to be given to Lily as he enjoyed her company and had started to think of her as more than just his friendâs daughter. He was pleased with his purchases and couldnât wait to see everyone open their gifts, especially Lily. He wrapped the gifts that night whilst she slept and hid them at the back of one of the cupboards in the closet knowing Lily would never look in there and because it was out her reach.
Lily went shopping that afternoon with Chelsea as they had gotten the twins for their Secret Santa. Lily bought Jane make-up from Mac; two x eye shadow quads, a contouring kit and a selection of lip pink glosses. Chelsea bought Alec a book of poetry and a book containing 365 puzzles; one for each day of the year. Lily bought her momâs gift too during this trip deciding on a rose gold bracelet with a heart charm and her momâs favourite bath products. Lily also bought a few extra gifts that Christmas, which were for Demetri as a thank you for sharing his room with her and because she had come to think of him as a friend, although she secretly hoped it would become more. Chelsea smiled at Lily âItâs nice that you bought him something, heâll appreciate itâ âThank you Chelsea, but please donât tell anyoneâ Lily replied âOf course not hunny, this stays between us. I promiseâ Chelsea responded and drew a cross over her frozen heart; both of them giggling.
Later that evening Lily decided to run herself a bath and used one of her Cranberry Martini bath bombs. The bath was ready and she was in the closet looking for something comfortable to change into and decided to borrow one of Demetriâs jumpers, knowing he wouldnât mind. Meanwhile, Demetri had returned to his room after being on guard duty that afternoon and could hear soft music playing and the smell of Cranberry coming from the bathroom and noticed the bath full of hot water and bubbles âDonât mind if I doâ he thought to himself as he quickly undressed and climbed in the bath; the hot water relaxing his tired muscles. Lily entered the bathroom in just her robe and dropped it to the floor and turned around to climb in the bath when she saw Demetri laying in the tub with a big smile on his face âHello darling, I must say...this is a beautiful sight to come home toâ He winked at her âWell make some room thenâ She said and walked towards the tub; Demetriâs eyebrow rose in surprise âI ran the bath for myself using one of my favourite bath bombsâŚso now weâre sharing seeing as your tub is big enough for twoâ She added climbing in the bath and adding some more hot water. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him; her back resting against his chest âWho knew sharing my room with you would lead to having a bath with youâ He said low in her ear âThis is our little secretâŚif you want this to be repeated whilst Iâm staying hereâ She said as she shifted slightly in his arms so she could look at him âSo this âaccidentâ can be repeatedâŚhuhâŚmy lips are sealedâ He replied smiling and placed a kiss to her shoulder; her eyes closing at the feel of his lips on her skin, he left a trail of soft kisses along her shoulder working his way up her neck before capturing her lips in a light kiss. They looked at each other for a moment before she leaned up slightly and pressed her lips to his; one of his hands made its way to her face, gently turning it towards him allowing him to deepen the kiss âWowâ She breathed out when he pulled away allowing her to breath; he nodded and they both leaned into one another sharing another kiss before she relaxed in his arms enjoying their shared bath âMineâ he thought as they laid there; him holding her close to him.
That night as he sat on his bed reading one thought kept going round in his head âHow do I show her sheâs mineâ He smiled looking down at her asleep in his bed; then it hit him âJewellery.â
#demetri volturi#felix volturi#jane volturi#alec volturi#aro volturi#marcus volturi#caius volturi#heidi volturi#volturi#carlisle cullen#esme cullen#renesmee cullen#edward cullen#bella cullen#alice cullen#jasper hale#rosalie hale#emmett cullen#the cullens#christmas
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44 for willex and au of your choice! If youâre still taking prompts
Oop this prompt invaded my brain and ran off into the sunset. I definitely didnât mean for it to get as long as it did, but here we are! From the gimme a chance AU, I give you 3 times Willie sat on Alexâs lap +1 time Alex sat on Willieâs (these span the time between all the other one-shots I wrote for Willex in this universe!)
#44: sitting on the otherâs lap (Rated a heavy T for some adult themes and language. Also available on ao3!)
1.
Willie hardly ever thought about it anymore. When they were out in public, when they were at the studio with Luke and Reggie for band practice, when they were just hanging around one of their apartments, he never really thought about them in terms of dating. He kind of more thought about them in terms of forever. Not that he was rushing anything, but more that there was a kind of aura around Alex, a kind of energy, that had a way of sinking into Willieâs very bones and saying hey, Iâm gonna stick around for the rest of your life that made him think in terms of absolutes. Alex was an absolute. Willie was totally a-okay with that.
The thing that bothered him though, was the fact that Alex didnât seem to get it.
He still waited for Willie to offer his hand to hold. He didnât kiss him unless Willie made it painfully obvious that he was okay with that. He hadnât even managed to get him to spend the night yet because Alex always came up with a reason to go home before Willie could even try to extend the invitation.
And it wasnât that Alex wasnât into him. He was. He so totally was. Willie knew that. But it was like he was afraid to own up to it. Which Willie could kind of understand. They had talked about their families and while Willie was lucky to be fully accepted for who he was at home, Alexâs parents were a different story.
They werenât outright cruel, they had still provided the necessities in the form of food, water, and shelter while Alex had been living at home, but they didnât love any more. They didnât talk, they didnât help, they just ghosted along as if they had never been a part of Alexâs life in the first place. It seemed worse than outright hatred, but Alex claimed it was better than nothing. After all, it had meant that they didnât ask where he had been or where he was going or when he would be home, which had kinda been a dream as a high schooler. Other kids had wished they had that kind of freedom, Alex told him. Not worth complaining about. It had basically been like having roommates, which was great practice for when he moved out and actually had roommates, Alex said, and Willie pretended all of that was normal because he could tell Alex wanted it to be. They didnât talk about how now that Alex was living on his own his parents had completely dropped all communication with him. Willie just made a note of it and decided he would make up for all that affection Alex had been missing out on.
So, Willie carried on the way he was used to when it came to being interested in someone and in a relationship with them. He complimented Alex, gave him cute little nicknames, and generally tried to see how often he could manage to make the other boy blush. One of the most successful tactics he had found was sitting in Alexâs lap, especially when he least expected it.
Like right now, in the middle of a Sunset Curve practice.
Luke had been getting frustrated with part of the melody of a new song or something, and Reggie had finally told him to just jam it out until he found the notes he was looking for, and Alex had paused his drumming, tucking his sticks into one hand, and reaching down with the other to grab the large water bottle he kept at his feet when he played. He watched the way the light caught on Alexâs hair as he flicked it off his face, turning the blonde strands into spun gold. Found himself mesmerized by the lines of Alexâs jaw and neck as he tipped his head back to rehydrate. His feet moved on their own, pulling him over to his boyfriendâs side like Alex was a magnet and Willie was made of metal.
Alex quirked a brow at him as he lowered the water bottle, but Willie didnât say anything. Just grinned and plopped himself down right on Alexâs lap, even though he knew the stool was only meant to hold one personâs weight and Alex had grumbled more than once over Luke and Reggie messing with it. Alex didnât grumble at him though. Especially not when he looped his arms around the other boyâs neck and leaned forward to place a kiss against his temple. Alexâs cheeks blushed Willieâs favorite shade of pink, the one that almost matched the hoodie he always wore.
âYou looked a little lonely over here. Thought Iâd come say hi.â
âHi.â
Alexâs lips parted as he breathed out the word, his eyes softening the way they did every time Willie looked into them for a beat too long. Willie felt his smile widen. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the scent of sweaty band boys and fresh linen and Alexâs honey vanilla shampoo. Alex started to slip his own arms around Willieâs waist, his head tilted up as his gaze fell to his lips. And then an extra loud guitar chord rang out through the amps and Alex jumped, nearly dumping Willie on the ground.
âAlright, lovebirds, enough! I figured out what was wrong with the chord progression. I just gotta switch it from a G chord to a...â
Willie tuned out, never fully able to follow along when Luke got going on a musical tangent. Instead, he pressed one quick kiss to Alexâs lips and stood, slipping out from behind the kit to return to his original position on the couch set up across from where the boys stood to play. Alex watched him with a soft smile and starry eyes before giving his head a quick shake and refocusing on Luke, cheeks still tinged that pale pink that made Willieâs heart soar. Willie tucked the memory away with all his other favorite Alex moments and watched the band get back to it, head bobbing along as he watched his boyfriend shine. And if he made sure to keep his gaze firmly focused on Alex, winking every now and then just so he could see that blush creep back in, well no one else had to know about that but him.
2.
Surprisingly, the hardest part of dating a guy like Alex, a guy who was beautiful and effortlessly sexy and regularly doing something that gave literally anybody a free pass to ogle him for as long as his band was up on stage, was the fact that his boyfriend seemed to have no fucking clue just how attractive he was. And he was also shockingly bad at knowing when someone was hitting on him. Willie was pretty sure if he hadnât asked Alex on a date after running him over, the guy would have never made a move. And that was afterWillie spent 20 minutes openly flirting with him and dropping ten-ton hints as he helped him clean up and bandage his wounds. It was simultaneously adorable and exhausting, because it meant that sometimes Willie had to watch people chat up his boyfriend while Alex awkwardly bumbled his way through what he assumed was a friendly conversation.
Willie, as a rule, did not get jealous. Jealousy was for people who had trust issues, and Willie trusted Alex more than he had ever trusted a single other person before. So, he wasnât jealous, per se, as he made his way through the crowd, eyes locked on the back of the guy casually leaning over where Alex was sitting alone in a booth against the wall. He was actually a bit concerned because Alex looked uncomfortable, and he hadnât thought to tell him that he was gonna make it to the show tonight, which had seemed like a romantic idea at the time but obviously wasnât because Alex was drumming one of his hands against his thighs and tapping his fingers against the back of his phone on the table in front of him with the other.
He was probably waiting for Willie to call him, because that was something Willie had been doing now that he had gone pro and started traveling for competitions on the weekend instead of showing up at Ebbieâs to cheer on the band from the front row. He had been a little late to snag a front row spot this weekend, barely making it for the last couple of songs in the set. But he had made it, because the competition had ended up getting rained out and Willie had braved the hours of Saturday evening traffic back to LA so that he could see his boyfriend in person instead of through a phone screen.
His boyfriend who was now being hit on by a complete stranger in a crowded bar where Luke and Reggie were nowhere to be found. Willie frowned slightly as he watched Alex draw back into the booth a bit more, both hands picking up speed as they continued to mindlessly tap out a rhythm. No, Willie wasnât jealous. He was mad that this dude wasnât picking up on Alexâs cues and backing off. So, now that he was only a few steps away, he skipped forward and made his presence known.
âHey Hotdog, you looked pretty good up there tonight.â
Alexâs face lit up like the 4th of July, his green gaze skipping past the guy invading his space and latching onto Willie like he was seeing the sun for the first time. Willie felt his lips curve into a soft smile. The unknown guy straightened a bit, eyes skipping back and forth between Alex and Willie, brow furrowed. Willie didnât have the capacity to help the dude connect the dots, because all he could focus on was Alex and how fast his expression had changed upon hearing Willieâs voice.
âWillie.â
Alexâs tone was quiet and awed, like he had conjured Willie up out of thin air. His hands stilled, and Willie couldnât resist anymore. He slipped past the stranger who was finally starting to back up and step away, hands raised slightly as if to say sorry, bro, didnât know you had a boyfriend, and wormed his way into the booth, settling himself on Alexâs lap. Alex leaned forward, his head falling to rest in the crook of Willieâs neck, breath stuttering out and sending a wave of goosebumps across his skin.
âI didnât think you were coming tonight.â
âComp got cancelled. And I missed you.â
Willie dropped a kiss on the top of Alexâs blonde head, breathing in the distinct honey-vanilla-laundry scent that always got a bit more intense after a show. Alexâs cheeks warmed, Willie delighting in the fact that he could actually feel the blush against his own skin, and his lips moved against the hollow of Willieâs throat.
âI always miss you.â
The words were tempered with gentle kisses and Willie thought he might melt into the floor right there on the spot. He didnât censor his next words, let the longing bleed through so Alex understood just how badly he wanted to be with him.
âCome home with me tonight then. I think six months of dating is long enough to move into sleepover territory.â
Alexâs arms squeezed around his waist for a brief second, Willie biting his tongue as he listened to Alexâs breath hitch and then pick up a bit faster than before. He pulled his head out of Willieâs neck, mouth open to answer, when the other two-thirds of Sunset Curve suddenly arrived at the table in their typical whirlwind fashion. They called out happy greetings as they clocked Willieâs arrival, slipping into the other side of the booth. Willie smiled and tried to focus on what they were saying so he could beat back the disappointment of not getting an answer. He only startled slightly when Alexâs lips were suddenly at his ear.
âSix months of dating is definitely long enough. Take me home, pretty boy.â
And Willie felt his own cheeks heat, prayed that Luke and Reggie wouldnât spot the change in the low light as he settled himself further into Alexâs embrace. He kept himself occupied with linking his fingers through Alexâs where they still wrapped around his waist and tried not to think too much about finally getting to sleep next to the guy he was falling more in love with every day as he counted down the minutes to bar close.
He wasnât even surprised when he woke up in the morning and realized a feeling of homecoming had settled fully and deeply into his heart and soul. At some point in the last six months home and Alex had become synonymous anyway.
3.
The worst part about getting in a car accident and breaking his leg in three places was the fact that Willie couldnât skate for several months while he recovered and went through physical therapy and all the other bullshit necessary to make sure he was strong enough to compete at a similar level as before. His sponsors had been understanding and Willie was able to do little things here and there to fulfill his contracts, so he wasnât too worried about any of that for the time being. Mostly he was just bored and fidgety. But it was okay, because the best part about getting in car accident and breaking his leg in three places was having Alex as his caretaker while he recovered.
Alex, who had shown up at the hospital when Willie was still groggy from surgery and climbed into bed with him and kissed his bruises and told him he loved him. Alex, who had come back to the hospital every chance he got for the week Willie was stuck there post-op. Alex, who had practically moved into Willieâs apartment once he was sent home, even though they had both agreed they werenât ready to live together yet, because Willie needed someone to help him get to and from the bathroom and shower and Alex was obviously his first choice despite the fact that Willie had three capable roommates who had offered to help.
Alex was the best part about his recovery, hands down. Except for the fact that he seemed to think Willie was made of glass now.
They were supposed to be having a movie night at the Sunset Curve apartment. Willie had gotten his cast off and been switched to a walking boot earlier that day, and he had told Alex he would come by after he left the hospital because he needed a break from the same four walls of his bedroom. Luke and Reggie had sent a text that they were picking up a pizza and drinks, so Willie had hoped for maybe a little bit of make-out action on the couch before they got back. Instead, Alex had fretted and fluttered about, forcing Willie to lay down on the couch with his leg elevated while Alex plumped his pillows and asked him a million times if he was feeling okay. Willie had been about ready to tackle Alex just to get him to shut up, still healing leg be damned, when Luke and Reggie came back.
Then it had been an argument over what to watch with Reggie insisting they hadnât watched Star Wars recently even though they definitely had, and by the time the yellow words were rolling across the screen Willie realized Alex had opted for the floor next to the couch instead of the actual couch itself. He had his arm stretched out along Willieâs hip, but it wasnât nearly enough contact. So, Willie swung his legs over the edge of the couch and stood, before unceremoniously dropping himself down directly in Alexâs lap. Alex let out an indignant huff, rolling his eyes as Reggie turned to shush him.
âWillie, what the hell? Get back on the couch, you need to rest your leg.â
Willie rolled his own eyes, snuggling further into Alexâs chest, winding his arms around the back of his neck to play with the blonde hair that was a bit overgrown at the back.
âNo, I need to cuddle with my boyfriend. You keep acting like youâre gonna hurt me if you touch me and its honestly pretty rude. Iâm not that breakable.â
Alex made sound of protest in the back of his throat, his hands waving around and above Willieâs booted leg.
âObviously you are very breakable!â
âYeah, in a fight with a car,â Willie snorted, sighing and refusing to budge even an inch. âYou could never hurt me. Câmon, baby, please?â
Alex flushed from head to toe. Willie didnât usually break out the softer pet names unless they were alone because they kind of made Alex blue screen, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Willie pressed a kiss against Alexâs throbbing pulse as well, in for a penny, in for a pound and all that.
âGuys,â Reggie whined, âcan you like...take it to the bedroom or shut up? Some of us are trying to watch the Empire strike back here.â
And Alex, sweet, beautiful, perfect Alex, scooped Willie up like he weighed nothing at all, cheeks still pink and eyes unfocused in a way that told Willie his mind had taken a nosedive into the gutter. He couldnât help but laugh, clinging on so that he wasnât complete deadweight in Alexâs very capable arms.
âDude, seriously?â He heard Luke call out, but the sound was muffled quickly behind Alexâs bedroom door as it closed, the lock clicking into place.
âThat wasnât fair.â
Alexâs tone didnât match his words, his voice going breathless as he snuggled both of them into the bed, his hands sneaking under the hem of Willieâs crop top to skim along his ribs.
âAllâs fair in love and war, babe.â
Willie let Alex swallow the sound of his laugh, lips meeting for the much-anticipated make-out session he had been hoping for earlier. Movie night was forgotten. By the time the sun was rising, Willie was pretty sure he had convinced Alex exactly how not breakable he was.
+1
Alex wasnât usually the one to initiate physical contact. Willie was completely at ease handing out kisses and hugs and linking their fingers together whenever it suited him, but Alex wasnât quite as uninhibited. He had gotten better over the last year or so of dating, but he still wasnât quite as casual with it. It was easier when they were alone, Willieâs lingering glances and complimentary words making him feel bold and confident.
It was kind of a running joke between them, the fact that Alex had initiated their first kiss so suddenly only to then spend the rest of their relationship holding himself back a bit. And even though Willie never meant it as more than a tease, Alex had been genuinely trying to change that about himself. He had started therapy and he was doing the work to unpack all of the ways his parents had fucked him up over the years. He was learning and growing, and not just for Willie, but for himself. It was nice.
Okay, it was really fucking hard and stressful. But it was also kind of working. Alex had found himself feeling a lot less anxious, especially when Willie was out of town competing and Alex had flashbacks to the car accident and other minor injuries Willie had sustained while on the road. He had learned some new coping mechanisms, and he had started to be a bit freer with his own physical affection. Which definitely had some very nice side effects.
Side effects like finally being the one to make Willie blush and blank out for once.
It shouldnât have been a big deal. They had been dating for over a year, they regularly spent the night together, they were fully committed to each other. They had sex for Christâs sake, so nothing should have felt like too much intimacy wise. And it didnât. Until they were at some BBQ for one of Willieâs skater friends and Alex started to feel a bit overwhelmed, but instead of taking himself into the bathroom to have a quiet moment and pull it together, he found Willie, sitting next to a fire pit with a beer in hand. He didnât even think twice before dropping into his lap and snatching the can from Willieâs grasp to steal a sip.
The contact was instantly comforting, and Alex suddenly realized that must be why Willie was constantly crawling into his own lap. It felt cozy and safe in his boyfriendâs arms, every part of him warm and close enough for Alex to inhale the scent of coconut shampoo mixed with cherry Chapstick. It was only when he went to return the beer can to Willie that he realized he had kind of frozen. For one second, Alex let himself panic that he had gone too far, done something wrong that would end up ruining everything, and then he realized Willie was breathing a lot faster than normal, one of his hands finding purchase against Alexâs waist and squeezing. The conversation carried on around them, but time seemed to stand still within their own personal little bubble.
âAlex, you cannot just do that and expect me not to want you six ways to Sunday now.â
Willieâs breath was hot against Alexâs neck, his words coming out fast and furious like he had to say them all now before he couldnât speak at all. Alex felt his cheeks warm as he turned his head slightly to meet Willieâs eyes. His pupils were wide, cheeks the kind of ruddy dark brown that Alex had learned meant he was definitely blushing too. The fingers on the hand that was clenched around Alexâs hip danced across the thin strip of skin between his pants and his shirt, drawing a series of patterns across Alexâs side that made him shiver. Willie groaned beneath him, the sound breathless and just loud enough for Alex to hear. He smirked, wiggling a little like he was trying to get more comfortable.
âLex, I swear to God I will make out with you so hard right in front of all these people. It wonât bother me. You gotta stop it unless youâre willing to risk that.â
Alex kinda wanted to risk it. Knowing he made Willie feel that out of control was a huge rush. God, he really should have taken advantage of all this physical stuff a lot earlier, huh?
âYou wanna make out with me here, or you wanna make out with me back at your apartment?â
Alex kept his voice hushed, dipping his head so his lips were right next to Willieâs ear. Willie shuddered beneath him and then downed his beer in one long swallow. He nudged Alex to standing, following him but not moving out from his spot slightly behind him as his hand fit itself more snuggly into place along Alexâs waist.
âGents,â he addressed the other skaters scattered around the fire with a two fingered salute, âLex and I gotta get going. Got some plans to take care of.â
Alex tried not to snort and blush at the obvious undertone to Willieâs words. The rest of the group had no such qualms, hooting and hollering as Willie practically dragged Alex out of the back yard, hand raising to give them a middle finger when Alex heard Max call out get you some, Stewart! Alex laughed, stepping up close behind Willie as they came around to the front of the house, voice dipping low in a tease.
âJeez, Wils, who knew sitting in your lap would do it for you?â
Willie turned without warning, catching Alex before he could trip into him and surging forward to connect their lips in a kiss that featured a bit more teeth than usual.
âYou do it for me, Alex. Itâs all you, all the time. God, I fucking love you.â
Alex didnât get a chance to respond before Willie was pulling away and ushering Alex into his car. He linked their hands together on the console between the seats, and Alex didnât even complain once about his speeding. He was too busy thinking up all the other things he could do to make Willie lose it in public like that again. He had a lot of time to make up for, and the rest of their lives to do so. Â
#mads writes#gimme a chance#jatp#julie and the phantoms#willex#jatp ficlet#willex ficlet#send me prompts for my birthday!#<- literally just tagging that for consistency#alex mercer#willie jatp
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Drop your daisuga thesis monarch
asking me about daisuga on iwaoi day smhÂ
oh well....if you insist.............oh no my hands are on my keyboard............i guess i have to talk about daisuga.............
the thing about daisuga is i feel almost everyone ships it but not many people have it as their number 1 otp, you know? i actually discovered the otp:true search function on ao3 just to filter out allllllll the fics that have them as a background pairing. there is a dedicated daisuga fanbase responsible for some of the loveliest works iâve had the pleasure of consuming, but aside from them a certain majority of hq fans completely mischaracterize daisuga and then have the nerve to complain about daisuga based on their mischaracterizations!!
âdaisuga is boringâ ???? âdaisuga is heteronormativeâ ???????!?!??!?!?!?!!?!?!?!??!???!?!?!?! i feel like non-daisugaists live in an alternate world because how. HOW do you look at daisuga and have THESE be the top two thoughts that come to mind??
thereâs this amazing compilation of some canon moments so i wonât rehash everything there, just pointing to it because this!!! this is not boring!!!!!!!!!!!Â
people look at daisuga and see the parents of karasuno, off to the sidelines while the main relationship has its ups and downs. and thatâs okay......but daisuga literally have their own angsty story too!!! theyâve got some drama!!! theyâve got some development!!
WHO stayed with karasuno when the team was the flightless crows??? WHO stayed on karasuno after the failed second year ??? WHO stayed on the team after the fallout with asahi and noya ?????? when everyone was thinking that karasuno had lost its glory, that there was no hope left in sight, that they should give up and quit, WHO STAYED ON?????? WHO WAS DETERMINED TO SUPPORT KARASUNO NO MATTER WHAT???? DAICHI. AND. SUGA.
they couldâve quit. at multiple points. but they DIDNâT. they support each other and they support the team. when daichi suggested quitting the team after they lost to seijoh WHO encouraged him to stay? SUGA.Â
AND. HOW. IS. DAISUGA. ANGST. FREE?????Â
SUGAâS WHOLE CHARACTER ARC IS ABOUT FEELING WORTHLESS. HEâS SURPASSED BY KAGEYAMA. HEâS IN HIS FINAL YEAR OF VOLLEYBALL AND HEâS NOT EVEN ON THE TEAMâS STARTING LINEUP. HEâS GIVING OVER HIS POSITION TO A FIRST YEAR WITH ZERO EMOTIONAL/INTERPERSONAL SKILLS. do you know how HUMILIATING this is??? how ASHAMED he feels???? heâs the vice captain, heâs supposed to be the guy people look up to, and instead he has to hand it all over to a NEWBIE. heâs selfless and able to recognize itâs for the better, but STILL...
holy FUCK, in my opinion this is the opposite of the boring flavorless team parents thing certain people make it out to be. people praise haikyuu for its realism and attention to characterization and development, but somehow when it comes to suga they look away ??? your uwu sugamama has this whole arc going on, did you all forget??????Â
and daichi KNOWS. hE KNOWS SUGA FEELS INSECURE LIKE THIS. SO HE GOES OUT OF HIS WAY TO HYPE HIM UP. that proud âwell, suga is a pretty darn good setter!â scene plays in my mind at random times.Â
rent. free.
he treats suga so gently. so sweetly. so much care and devotion in everything he does. sugaâs always looking out for the team, but heâs always looking out for suga. in return sugaâs the only person who really gets daichi. heâs the only one who can lecture daichi!!! because they have that bond, that trust between them, built ONLY OUT OF THEIR STRONG RELATIONSHIP AND BELIEF IN EACH OTHER.
and while iâm on the topic. can we talk about the way fandom depicts suga?Â
a bunch of hq characters have this fandom portrayal thatâs so completely different from their canon personalities (e.g. fanon kurooâs a sex god, fanon hinata is an innocent baby who canât do anything. etc etc). but MY GOD. WHERE THE HELL DID SUGAMAMA COME FROM???? the suga that I KNOW isnât an uwu soft angel who loves his little children....heâs a fucking CHAOTIC MENACE!!!! yes, heâs warm and kind to the first years, and is well-liked by the team because of this (he may not be an exceptional player, but heâs able to get karasuno to a good point when they play because of the respect and trust the rest of the team has in him).....but heâs also really mischievous?? and playful?? and just overall this really cool example of âhey, this guy seems like a nice, responsible upperclassmanâoh shit, no heâs just as wild as the rest of them.â the guy. is EIGHTEEN. heâs an EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD DUDE. HEâS NOT A MOM. HEâS A SHIT WITH A HEART OF GOLD. heâs not running up to his children like âoh no! my poor babies! whatever have you gotten yourselves into?â heâs the INSTIGATOR.
OUR FIRST IMPRESSION OF SUGA IS HIM HELPING KAGEYAMA AND HINATA SNEAK INTO THE GYM FOR PRACTICE???????? THIS IS YOUR SOFT ANGELÂ âno swear words dear children~!â MOM???????
canon suga would bully fanon suga.
BUT HEâS STILL. SWEET. HEâS SO KIND. THEREâS STRENGTH IN KINDNESS. HE CAN BE BOTH. AND CERTAIN FANS DONâT GET THAT AND INSTEAD JUST BOX HIM INTO BEING A BORING HOUSEWIFE. AND THEN COMPLAIN ABOUT HIM BEING BORING. BRO .... FURUDATE DIDNâT MAKE SUGAMAMA THATâS ALL ON YOU.....
KINDNESS!!!! DOES NOT!!!!!!!!! MAKE SOMEONE BORING!!!!!!!!!!!! FLAT CHARACTERIZATION MAKES SOMEONE BORING AND SUGA!!! ISNâT!!!! A FLAT CHARACTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITâS NOT EITHER/OR ITâS NOT ONE OF TWO EXTREMES!!! heâs a BADASS but heâs also KIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW!!! IS!!!!! THAT!!!!! BORING?!!!!!!
anyway back to daisuga.Â
suga is NOT some weak-willed housewife who canât function without his husband. HEâS the one constantly knocking sense into daichi!!! they need each other, in the least codependent way.
daichiâs,,,,, a bit of an airhead??? heâs so obivious to yuiâs feelings omg itâs so painfully funny to watch. and isnât,,, isnât he ALSO a bit of a mess?? i know i didnât hallucinate him SETTING OFF THE FIRE ALARM WHILE FIGHTING WITH THE BASKETBALL CAPTAIN??? HELLO??????
BRO??!?!?!??!??!? THIS is your uptight responsible boring father figure??????
suga knows daichiâs a damn dork. he TEASES him about it because yes.....they have jOKES. they BANTER?? SUGAâS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN DO THIS TO DAICHI.Â
and in return, DAICHI is the one who can really understand SUGAâS insecurities.
daichi keeps suga grounded (side note i learned daichiâs name means earth which is so fitting because heâs literally the strong core of the team....he holds it all together and that extends to suga).Â
and then people say theyâre âboringâ for being âbland and domestic?â
do you know what domesticity is a sign of?? a foundation of TRUST. a longstanding buildup of learning each other, of adjusting to letting another person into your life and heart. of letting yourself feel love and be loved in return, to a point where you donât need flashy signs of love or extravagant displays of affection. because you know that you love and you know they love you back, and you know that itâs the deepest love from the innermost part of your soul that wonât fizzle out because youâre not constantly on edge, waiting for the next big event in your relationship. because you know that the love you feel now isnât dependent on anything but the time and dedication youâve put into cultivating such a relationship, and you make the decision to keep loving even if itâs âboringâ or not as âexcitingâ as before. itâs not about sparks and butterflies at the sight of your partner anymore, but a steady assurance that this is the person who makes you feel like home.
thatâs daisuga.
daichi keeps suga grounded, but suga keeps daichi looking onwards.
and thatâs why, no matter what, daisuga is the relationship i have always come back to in my seven years as a haikyuu fan. itâs not about feeling the sparks of passion. itâs about feeling at home with the person who understands you best.
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fem!reader x kyle oâreilly
Kyle is upset after he loses his Takeover 31 match against Finn Balor. He refuses to talk to anyone, including the reader ... âplease kyle, talk to meâ
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warnings: sad!kyle, fluff, implied sex, kind of NSWF (little touches here and there)
â kyle looked so sad in the promo the ue did the wednesday after takeover 31 and it made me sad. i wanted to write something with sad!kyle since he lost at takeover 31. i was gonna write something if he won too â
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You, Bobby, and Roddy all stand backstage watching the monitor while Kyle is in the ring with Finn Balor. Adam went off to the bathroom.
Kyle is in the most important match of his career, and he looks like heâs struggling.
Heâs been struggling since Finn kicked his liver earlier in the match. He knees Finn in the jaw and Finn grabs at his mouth. Both him and Kyle are now bleeding from the mouth.
Finn hits his finisher, the Coup de Grace. He goes in for the pin and Kyle doesnât move. His eyes are closed and heâs not moving. Your eyes widen a bit.
As soon as the ref gets the three count and Finn retains his title, you take off to the ring. Bobby and Roddy right behind you. You have no idea where Adam is but you assume heâll be running out behind you three soon.
Kyle lays in the ring as Finnâs music blares. His eyes are open now but he looks really out of it. You kneel beside him and your hand is on his arm. âKyle,â you say. âKyle, are you okay?â
He doesnât talk to you. He barely even looks at you.
âAdam!â Roderick shouts. You look over to see Ridge Holland holding Adam over his shoulder. Kyle sits up as Ridge throws Adam over the barricade. Roddy and Bobby run over to Adam.
Bobby asks Finn if he saw anything and he shakes his head. Roddy and Bobby help Adam to the back and you help Kyle. Bobby and Roderick ask Adam what happened but he still seems kind of out of it. Heâs holding his ribs.
Kyle looks so upset that he lost. He looks like heâs about to start crying. It breaks your heart. You use part of your shirt to wipe away some blood thatâs rolling down his chin.
Adam and Kyle are both assessed by the medical team. Adam has broken ribs and Kyleâs lip is all cut up, plus a bruised liver. Besides that, theyâre both okay. No major injuries that will keep them out of the ring for an extended period of time.
Bobby, Adam, and Bobby are all talking about what happened after the match since heâs come to a little bit. You walk beside Kyle. Heâs not talking, or looking at anyone.
The boys walk into their shared locker room. Kyle gets changed quickly and quietly.
âKyle, you good bro?â Roderick asks.
He nods, not talking. You look at Roddy, concerned. Kyleâs not talking, not to you and not to the boys. Heâs always so chatty, even after a loss.
This one must be hitting him kind of hard. Of course it is, he lost one of the most important matches in his career. Heâs probably devestated.
Once Kyleâs changed, you say, âI think Iâm going to get him home so he can rest.â
Bobby says, âAlright, sounds good.â
You hug all the boys. When you hug Adam goodbye, he says in your ear, âMake sure heâs okay and take good care of him. Heâs hurting, physically and mentally. I know heâs probably being extremely critical of himself right now.â
You nod and say quietly, âIâll call you if I need anything.â
Adam nods his head in response, letting you go.
You walk over to Kyle, who looks deep in thought. âHey,â you say, grabbing his attention. âLetâs head home.â He looks down at you and nods. You lace your fingers with his and head out to your car.
Kyle is quiet the entire ride home. You occasionally glance over at him to see his face lit up by his phone light.
At a red light, you finally see what heâs looking at. Heâs looking at clips from his match, he reading reactions.
âIt was a very good match,â you say, trying to make him feel better. âFinn killed it, you killed it. Iâm especially proud of you for winning the gauntlet match to make it to Takeover.â
Kyle just sighs softly and you pull up to your house that you live in with Kyle. Both of you get out. Kyle walks inside. You peddle right behind him, closing the front door. You hear footsteps up the stairs and a door shut upstairs as you kick off your sneakers by the front door.
You pout. You hate seeing Kyle like this. It breaks your heart seeing him upset about a loss. You almost wish you could go back in time and maybe even help Kyle get the win.
An idea pops into your head and you go into the kitchen. You grab a tub of Kyleâs favorite ice cream, which is vanilla and chocolate swirl, and two spoons. You walk up the stairs and down the little hallway to yours and Kyleâs shared room.
You walk in, opening the door quietly. Kyle is laying on the bed on his side, facing away from you. You notice that heâs breathing a little heavily and your heart falls into your stomach as you realize heâs crying.
After you put the tub of ice cream on your bedside table, you crawl into bed behind Kyle.
Soft sobs come from Kyle and you wrap your arm around his waist.
âPlease Kyle, talk to me,â you say. âI hate seeing you like this.â
Kyle cries, âI feel like I failed you and that I failed the guys. I injured Finn on accident in the process. Tonight was supposed to be my night, Y/N.â
Your heart breaks even more as Kyle cries to you. You hold Kyle in your arms.
You say, âYou didnât fail anyone, Kyle. If anything, you made me and the boys proud tonight. You main evented Takeover for the first time in your career. Thatâs such an incredible achievement. As for injuring Finn, heâll be okay. Heâll recover and be back in no time. Injuries in this line of work happen all the time.â
Kyle turns in your arms and looks at you. Tears run down his face and you wipe them away.
He says, âIâm sorry I couldnât win the title. That was supposed to be for you.â
You hug Kyle as the two of you lay in bed as you say, âTitle or no title, youâre my champion.â You smile at Kyle. âYouâre NXT Champion Kyle OâReilly to me.â
He gives you a breathy laugh and hold him in your arms.
You keep talking as you say, âI love you, Kyle. Iâll forever love you. No matter if you hold a title or not. Thatâs not why I fell in love with you. I didnât fall in love with you because of the gold around your waist. I fell in love with you because youâre the funniest, coolest, and overall most amazing person I know.â
Kyle sniffs and smiles at you as you talk to him, trying to make him smile and feel better.
When youâre done talking, Kyle says, âIâm sorry I acted like this after the match. I was just upset that I lost. It was my first opportunity at a singles title in NXT and everything that went wrong did.â
You rest your hands on Kyleâs face when you see the tears falling down his cheeks again. You wipe the tears away as you say, âYou did so well for your first singles title opportunity in NXT. Iâm so proud of you, and I know the guys are proud of you too. Especially Adam. Youâre allowed to be bummed after losing an important match. Youâre allowed to act like this, but know that Iâm right here to make you feel better.â
Kyle puts a hand on your waist and pulls you close to him, kissing you softly. His hand dips down to your butt, squeezing it softly. Thatâs when you know exactly what he wants.
âYou can make me feel better by distracting me,â he mumbles against your lips. You were waiting for that statement before you did anything.
You giggle against his lips and move so youâre straddling his waist so heâs laying on his back on the bed.
You sit up and say, âYou lay back and relax. I was told to take very good care of you so that is exactly what Iâm going to do.â Your hands run gently up and down his chest, eventually slipping up the button of his shirt, pushing the black fabric up.
As soon as youâre done speaking, you and Kyle spend all night in bed. Once the clothes come off, which they do almost immediately after the conversation, you and Kyle are always either tangled up in each other or making love to each other.
You havenât seen this side of Kyle since the two of you got married. He hasnât made love to you in a while. He also wants to make sure that he doesnât move too rough because of his liver injury.
Kyle made sure to take little breaks, especially for ice cream to keep his blood sugar at a level where he can keep going and to make sure that youâre okay.
The morning brings nothing but smiles and little kisses. You make Kyle breakfast in bed so he can rest. Of course, heâs interested in eating something else for breakfast. So you let it happen, leading to spending all day in bed.
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Sweet Enigma| Part 7
words: 2.7k tw: discussion of death/sickness, angst tags:Â @wheezeatmedolansâ @styles-dolanâ @prettyboydolanâ @evergreendolanâ @baby-turtlesâ @dolanstacomaâ @kombuchagrayâ @not-gbdâ @graysavantâ @someonetograyâ @dolansficsandpicsâ @batgirl009 @voguekristens @letsgoget-highâ @crossedbone-katâ @graysonsdollfaceÂ
Ethan was angry. Ethan was very very angry at his brother. Outwardly, he knew to be understanding and compassionate in Graysonâs very trying time. But as a business partner, he silently wished that Grayson would end his romantic escapade with a past flame and return from Jersey to help Ethan launch two business endeavors: the lingerie & underwear line to extend their clothing company and the Wakeheart bath bomb launch.
When Ethan looked to Twitter, to find Sherryâs public break up with Grayson: all frustration left his heart. Even from 3,000 miles away, he could feel his twin brother crushed under the weight and impact of his own lovestruck decisions. Ethan managed to get him on the phone later that night, surprised to hear Graysonâs cool tone, âItâll be alright E,â Ethan could hear some rustling from the background of the call, âIâm flying homeâtaking a red eye and Iâll be there in the morning.âÂ
âYouâre coming back?â Ethan was surprised: at both how confident Grayson sounded but also how quickly he was turning from his impromptu escape.
âYeah butâyeah you can wear that oneâsorry, but I want to go see Sherry. I wantâI want to apologize in person, maybe see if I can do anything to make this better on her.â
Ethanâs eyebrows raised when he heard a girlâs voice in the background. He hadnât asked Grayson about the photos of him and Kate, but he never pegged his brother to be unfaithful, even in the rockiest relationship, âMake it better?â Ethan mentally swore at his brother for being so idealistic, âYou were caught out cheaâwith another woman Gray,â Ethan groaned into the receiver, âAre you sure going to see her is the right thing?â âYeah I am,â Grayson sighed in acceptance, âI have to tryâto try to apologize more than anything.â Grayson eyed Kateâs back as she innocently left his bedroom, âand EâI wasnât with her, not like that when I was with Sherry. Weâll talk more when I get home butâthose pictures make it look a lot worse than what it was.â âSo, youâre saying you tracked down an old girlfriend to be nothing but platonic?â Instead of trying to mask the disbelief in his voice, Ethan leaned into itâhoping the comic edge took the sting off his words.
âNoââ Grayson made a grumbling noise over the phone, âgot it on in the shower a few hours ago.â âGray!â âI knowâI know. But sheâsâI know that I need to apologize to Sherry and sort through everything right now before we canâbefore I have a chance with her. But like I said, I wasnât with her when I was with Sherry, I wouldnât lie to you about that E.â âOkay yeah bro, you didnât have sex with herâsure. But your heart wasnât with her?â
Ethanâs observation struck a chord in Graysonâs heart: joining the symphony of guilt that had been building in his soul over the past few weeks. For someone as familiar with pain as Grayson was, he hated causing it in others, especially when he considered them good people. He considered Sherry a good person, for all her faults. She was loyal, dependable, and positive. Despite his growing feelings for Kate, he was genuinely broken when he tried to face the emotional trauma, he caused his former fiancĂŠ.
In a white and gold bedroom in a house on the hills, Sherry Maddox clutched a framed photograph in her hands. Her long nails clacked against the glass of the frame while she sneered down at a happier version of herself, Grayson, Ethan, and Ethanâs ex-girlfriend on a beach in Tasmania. The only physical photographs Sherry owned were of her and Grayson from the past 18 months. She much preferred Instagram, but Graysonâs nostalgia had inspired her to collect happy memories of the two of them: memories that transformed her heart into a tainted space, left empty by the memory of who she thought he was.
Huffing, she slipped the photo from the back of the frame and pulled it out. She set the rose gold aside on her nightstand, letting it lean on a pile of a dozen others. In a swift motion, she passed the photograph through a shredder and watched as dozens of little strips came out the other end. The edge of the strips was not yet released from the shredderâs blades when she reached for another frame and began the process over again. Earlier that day, she commissioned an artist to construct a mosaic of herself, made from the shreds of her memories with Grayson.
The image of Kate shined in Graysonâs eyes, but her words made no sense to him, âAre you sure you donât want to come with me?â
His voice held the full weight of a dubious question, as if the letters did not belong sitting next to each other in the words they formed. His eyes looked down at Kate, not wanting to accept the truth that they would be separated, if just for a short while, after being reunited for the first time in years. Having her again just reminded his heart of how difficult it was to be without her. She nodded and assured him, âI need to go see my mom. For real. And you need toâyou have stuff you need to do without me anyway.â Kate reached up to a hand through his hair and down the side of his face.
On the drive to Philadelphia from New Jersey, Kate thought long and hard about whether or not to tell her mother about Grayson. She considered the possibility that her mother might have seen the pictures of her and Grayson in the tabloids but decided that her mother never knew when a royal wedding was happening, much less when a scandal hit the papers. She tossed any thoughts of Grayson talk out of her head: it was not official enough to put on her motherâs radar. Instead, she spent the next few days at her motherâs bedside.
She held her motherâs hand and reminisced about the good old days. She told stories about California until she saw her motherâs eyes close, welcoming the sweet embrace of sleep. Kate tiptoed out of the room and gracefully closed the door behind her. She welcomed the warm aroma of pumpkin soup as she made her way down the stairs of the brownstone and to her grandmother in the kitchen. When she let her anxieties out and asked why this had to happen to their family, their tiny family who didnât have people to spare, her grandmother put a knowing hand on her shoulder.
In a semi-hoarse, but loving tone Bethel insisted, âFamily is more than the souls you share this Earth with dear. Theyâre the inspiration and the aspiration of everything you want to be and everything you can be. Your mother gave you everything you need to soar in this life and the next: I should know, I taught her everything she knows.â A few of Kateâs tears spilled onto the black and white tile of the kitchen floor while Bethel continued, âYour home isnât an anchor: itâs a port in a storm, a refuge from the hardest of times but not a forever shelter because you were always meant to sail harder and farther than the rest of us.â
As Kateâs heart wrenched with the acceptance of the hardest parts of her life, Graysonâs twisted in agony on the other side of the country for a much different reason. Impulsive and filled with hubris, Grayson never formulated a plan for what he wanted to say to Sherry: he expected inspiration to strike him with brilliance in the moment. This is how he stupidly ended up pulling the door knocker on the Maddox West Coast home and waiting on the front steps.
Graysonâs eyes went wide with fear when the door cracked to reveal the lanky figure of Calvin Maddox standing afront of two massive security guards.
âDonât you know when to quit?â Calvinâs voice was sharp as his elbows from where he crossed his arms.
Grayson stammered and twitched his jaw, his eyes excavating the scene for some kind of a way out.
âNow,â Calvin started with his low Southern drawl. He peered down his nose at Grayson, twisting his upper lip as he spoke âLet me tell you how this is ââ
ââDaddy!â Sherryâs voice cut the tension with a shrill acidic screech. She moved between the security to stand in front of her father with crossed arms, in an identical pose to him. Graysonâs mouth went dry. âIâll take care of it,â she asserted. Minding her fatherâs disappointed look, she turned to the security guards and waved with her hands, âShoo.â
Sherry gracefully stepped out of the threshold and closed the door behind her, careful to match her fatherâs antagonistic stare. She huffed out of her nose and closed her eyes, her hand rested on the doorknob. She looked like she was about to open the door and go back inside when she said, âWhat could possibly be left for you here?â
Grayson opened his mouth to start to speak but was cut off by her harsh tone, âI meanâdonât try to tell me you want me back. I would never. I could never after you embarrassed me like thatâno woman who knows her worth would return to a man who pulled your kind of stunt.â Her words fired from her lips like projectiles that battered at the sack of guilt Grayson had forged in his own stomach.
Grayson nodded and balled his mouth into a tight knot, âI know. Youâre better than that. And I will say this until the day I die, but Iâm so sorry Sherry. IâI âIââ Grayson reached out for something imaginary in the air, âI was fighting a war in my mind and I took you down with me as collateral and youâyou never deserved that. You were never anything but good to me,â Graysonâs eyes welled in kindness and sadness. Sherry stared at him coldly and narrowed her eyes: still not convinced he wasnât about to ask for her back.
âI would never want to be yours again,â Sherry retorted, trying to anticipate his next move, âThe world would never believe it. The entire world would look at me like some kind of doe eyed, brainless Nancy.â
âYou have every right,â Grayson nodded, breathing heavily and feeling his chest tighten with every syllable, âYouâyou ended us and you had every right to Sherââ
âEvery right to?â her words came so slow they were slick on her tongue. âI had no choice to. What was I supposed to do?â she sneered, âpost motivation quotes on Instagram and keep telling my family that it was just a phase?â
Grayson nodded and his sweaty palms found a home in his pockets. He looked at the floor, where he noticed an obtuse patch of dirt on the toe of his shoe. âIâm sorry,â his voice was barely above a whisper, âIâm so sorry. Iâll always be Sherry. I can only imagine what I put you throughâand you didnât deserve any of it.â
Grayson was shocked when she laid a delicate, graceful hand on his jaw. She drew him in and placed a puckered kiss on his cheek, âGrayson,â she stepped away from him, âyou made me an underdog,â she placed a hand on the door knob, âand everyone loves an underdog.â
She turned to leave but twisted her upper body in his direction, âWas that all?â her tone was flat and devoid of any emotion.
Grayson gnawed at his lip and circled his head, âIfâwellâthose pictures werenât what it looked likeâthat girl, sheâsââ
Sherry held out an intimidating, long, perfectly manicured finger in his direction. She spoke through gritted teeth, âDonât.â She unlocked her jaw, âDonât tell me a single word about her. Iâm not about to spend the rest of my life swimming in those kinds of comparisons.â Sherry made a calculated move to swing her backside while walking away and closing the door behind her.
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Later that night, Kate hung up the phone with Grayson as she leaned her backpacks against the dresser in her childhood bedroom. She dropped on her bed and eyed the science fair ribbons and faded polaroids strung on her wall. One of them showed her old cat, sleeping contently on a dusty couch. A few of them featured her friend Tabby: each iteration of Tabby wearing a different hair color. Kate never had many friends: tending toward shyness and introversion. Her eyes locked on one on the far left. She sat up and reached out for it. She thumbed the faded glossy surface carefully. The photo showed her and her mom on her 16th birthday: in front of a grocery store cake decorated with a few candles. She thumbed the surface again but standing up and walking over to put it in her bag to bring to California.
On her nightstand, her phone started ringing. She stared at the unknown number flashing across the screen. She questioned the chance of a paparazzi being on the other end: she swallowed hard and pushed the thought away that it might be Sherry. Throwing caution to the wind, she picked it up âHello?â
âHey..Kate. How are you?â Even three years down the line, she could tell the difference between Graysonâs voice and Ethanâs.
âHi Ethan! Oh my god, how are you?â She turned on the speaker phone and sat cross legged on her bed: mimicking a pose she used to take when Tabby would come over to gush about boys. She hunched forward, leaning in as if Ethan was in the room with her. âIâm good.â Ethan started plainly, âGray told me you were flying back tomorrow?â
âYeah I should be there by lunch, Iâm leaving at like 6 in the morning,â she started. She sighed and looked down at the phone. In that moment, she was struck by the fact that Grayson and her had yet to share the details of their mundane lives in the past few weeks, that had been anything but mundane. âDo you two still live together?â
âYup,â Ethan let out a breathy chuckle, âI get to smell him every morning.â Ethan sucked in his top lip, wondering if it was too soon to make that joke in their relationship. âUm but yeah I wanted to call you, say hi.â He shrugged from where he stood, âLet you know that if you need anything, Iâm here.â He was silent for a moment. âIâm happy the big guy came to his senses and found you again. I think the best version of my brother happened when he was with you.â
âThat means more than you know Ethan.â Kate sighed and fell back against her pillows, âI justâthis is so complicated. You donât think thatâs a bad sign or anything?â She spoke openly, feeling relief to have a place to candidly think out loud about the situation for the first time.
Ethan breathed through his nose and picked his words carefully, âItâs what you make of it. And as his brother, I know Iâm--Iâm biased, but all he wants is just an honest chance. Heâll come through if you let him. Just because things are twisted, doesnât mean theyâre broken.â âThanks Ethan, that means more than you know.â Kateâs words fell heavy onto the phone. She sat up, as if somehow powered by the idea that twisted did not equal broken.
âDonât stress about,â Ethanâs voice came with a promise, âIf anything, you two taught me something about love last time around. You shouldnât be worry about it.â
 A/N: I feel like this part is kinda boring and I am sorry!
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