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âfriend or foeâ
soft!frontman (hwang in-ho) x you
when frontman joined the games, he thought it was solely to see gihun fail, but his intentions shifted when a certain player number 455 caught his attentionâŠ
ââââ ă Ⳡ⥠ââââ
part one
after the first round of voting, half of the room was left speechless, how could majority have voted to stay? the games were inhumane and above the top, was the money worth it anymore?
you headed up back to your bed where you could see everything clearer. the âoâs cheering loudly while the âxâs stood still as the air hung heavily upon them. then, you saw the player that had caused the majority to overule the âxâs⊠player 001.
he was a tall middle aged man with astonishing features. his hair somehow still styled neatly on his head, leaving only a few strands out of place. his lips curled into a small smirk as he walked past the crowd and seemingly back towards the bunk beds.
you must have been staring for too long because 001 suddenly halted, causing you to lean further down to see what had caused him to stop in his tracks. suddenly, his head snapped up, looking right up at you with that same expression on his face.
âshitâ you cursed as you threw yourself back onto the bed, back hitting the cold mattress within seconds.
suddenly, a face appeared at the side of your bed, causing you to let out a scream as your hands flew to your mouth, shufflig towards the other end of the bed.
âhi there.â
there he stood, right there at the other end of your bed. player 001âs brown eyes looked so innocently into your own, he now had a bigger, more geniune smile on his face as he waited for a reply.
âyou scared me.â you breathed out, still not moving from the edge.
âiâm sorry i didnât mean to. i noticed you were alone earlier, i hope you donât mind if i join you since weâre both by ourselves in here.â 001 said with a calm and gentle voice.
âuh.. yeah-â
âi apologise if iâm being too pushy, i just thought a young, pretty girl like you being here alone could be risky. i wanted to make sure that you were alright.â he interrupted. âmy name is young-il.â
he stretched out his hand towards you, waiting for your hand in to shake his.
âiâm y/n, nice to meet you.â you replied, still skeptical, but nevertheless you showed your appreciation with a handshake.
oh, right then and there. with your hand in his, the frontman in disguise was heating up. he craved so much more then merely your hand in his. he wanted to touch every part of you, leaving nothing that he had not savoured.
he was brought back into reality when you pulled your hand back, staring at him, waiting for the charismatic man to say yet another inviting sentence to draw you in more.
âiâm afraid i didnât notice you during the first game.â young-il said.
you shifted on the bed, moving towards the headrest as you beckoned him to the empty space in front of you which he gladly complied.
âduring red light, green light?â you asked and he nodded. âi was at the front, guess i didnât want to take the risk of lagging behind.â
âyou must have completed the game pretty fast then.â he stated.
âi had a few minutes left, i spent it trying to help those who were falling behind.â you shrugged.
there it was. that kindess, that compassion. it was exactly what he was looking for. right now he was the big bad wolf licking his lips as he sat watching his prey.
âyou have a kind heart, y/n. how did a girl like you end up in this place?â
âjust mixed around with the wrong people i guess, i plan to start a new when i get out of here.â you said, full of hope, making him grin.
the two of you spent the night talking, getting closer with every hour that passed. the more young-il talked to you, the more he felt the need to dive deeper, there was so much he wanted, no, needed to know about you. all he needed was time to earn your trust and he would have everything in his control. when you had fallen asleep, young-il checked the surroundings, ensuring that everyone was fast asleep before he walked up towards the masked guards.
âmake sure every single one of you nutjobs get this message. whatever you do, do not hurt player 455. if i find a single scratch on her, i will kill you all myself. is that clear?â young-il whispered but was still somehow stern enough for the guards to be taken aback with fear.
things were starting to change with the frontmanâs plan, but he could adapt to change right?
ââââ ă Ⳡ⥠ââââ
part two
the next day you were awoken by the cheerful song being played on the speakers.
âgood sleep? you dosed off halfway during our talk last night.â young-il, chuckled, sitting on the edge of your bed, extending his hand out for you to take.
âwere you here all night? my god, you shouldâve went back to your bed! you didnât sleep?!â you scolded as you took his hand.
he let out a laugh and helped you onto your feet.
âitâs no worries, y/n, i wasnât tired.â
âso you watched me like a creep while i slept?â
âi- y-yeah, no! i mean n-no-â
âiâm kidding.â you cut the poor man off, âthank you.â
âyeah, of course.â he replied. âcâmon, letâs see what game weâre playing today.â
âladies and gentleman, please follow in an orderly fashion to your next game.â
as you and young-il followed the crowd into the colorful, long, windy staircase.
âwhat if the next game is difficult, young-il?â you asked, following behind as he kept you close even when walking.
âhey, itâs okay, nothing will happen to us. iâll make sure of it.â he smiled, pausing in his steps momentarily for you to walk beside him.
ââââ ă Ⳡ⥠ââââ
part three
when you entered the room, you realised it was much smaller than the room for âred light, green lightâ. this one however, had two large rainbow circles on the floor and 5 tables spaced equally around.
âthis game will be played in groups of 5, the game will commence in 10 minutes.â
your eyes shot to young-il. before you could say anything, 3 men came up to you and young-il. âhey man, would you want to join our group?â
3 men stood behind young-il, player 390, player 388 and player 456.
âwhy not? me and y/n can-â
âoh⊠we were looking for a team of men.. iâm sorry but your friend canât join us.â player 390 interrupted.
âno.â young-il said sternly. he wasted no time arguing and instead took your hand and walked away.
after searching for other groups that would take you both in, you realised it was useless. no one really wanted a girl in their group and you couldnât blame them. you stopped and sighed, causing young-il to turn around.
âyoung-il, itâs useless. you should join them. iâll find others, we donât have time.â you sighed, beckoning him to leave before time ran out for the both of you.
âno. i canât garuntee your safety that way.â
âyou donât have to. itâll be fine iâll see you when the game is over.â
âcâmon, y/n i-â
âmiss?â a voice said from behind you. âwe need one more person for our team, would you want to join us?â
it was a sweet old lady, behind her stood 2 girls, player 120 and player 095.
âmom did you find someone?â a man jogged towards the old woman. âoh great, okay just in time.â
âcome dear, who says women canât win this stupid game.â she grumbled, taking your hand and leading you towards her group.
âiâll be fine.â you smiled, leaving young-il standing alone with worry in his eyes. with much hesistation, young-il let you go, joining the team of men without you.
âyou, hey! come join us! letâs win this!â player 456 cheered, inviting young-il back into the group.
âtime is up, please sit down in your groups⊠this is a six legged race where you will have to complete 5 mini games individually while being chained to each other. the games played will be ddakji, flying stone, gonggi, spinning top and jegi. please order yourself in which you will be playing the games in.â
a sense of unease set in in young-il. he searched the room to find you. even if he was worried, he couldnât show it on the outside, it would be too risky for you and for him. he remained calm as he scanned the room for you, eyes eventually landing on your face from across the room.
ââââ ă Ⳡ⥠ââââ
part four
âweâre lucky we have many girls in this team! which games are you familiar with?â the old lady asked, looking at you.
âoh iâm not really sure, why donât you guys pick first?â you replied embarrassed, an awkward smile plastered on your face.
as the others discussed which game they were going to play you looked around, searching for young-il once more. when you finally spotted him at the far end, you gave him a small smile and a wave, seeing how he was already looking at you.
âso iâll play ddakji, your son will play flying stone, maâam youâll play gongi, ms 455 will play spinning top and ms 120 you will play jengi. is that alright?â player 095 said, looking around for approval from the group.
when the game started, your team was the first. you took your place on the rainbow with your team, all equally as nervous as you were.
âhey weâre gonna be okay, weâll win easily.â you said offering a smile to the team.
âyes! we can do it ladies! oh and you too son.â the old lady said.
a gunshot fired in the air, indicating the start of the game.
âhana dul! hana dul! hana dul! hana dul!â every grunted in synchronicity, moving rather quickly to the first station.
the other players were up on their feet, following around the circle as they cheered.
1. ddakji
player 095 closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
piak!
the sound of the paper slapping on the ground echoed through the room, she opened her eyes and looked down. it flipped.
âfirst try! letâs go!â player 120 cheered.
âpassâ
âhana dul! hana dul! hana dul! hana dul!â
2. flying stone
âson, just imagine. that rock is the face of the dealer that screwed you over.â the old lady said to her son making the rest of you snicker.
âyou son of a bitch! give me my money back!â the man yelled as he threw the rock. without even trying, he managed to hit the other rock down.
âpassâ
âholy shit! you did it!â you exclaimed. âletâs go! quick!â you exclaimed practically jumping in place.
hana dul! hana dul! hana dul! hana dul!
3. gonggi
âcome, come! sit down everyone, i need to concentrate.â the old lady said.
she picked up the first few pieces with ease, but couldnât catch the last one causing her to start over.
that must have struck a nerve because every try after that was not a sucess.
âmom. you said you played gonggi with bullets in the korean war, you can do it.â her son said. âpicture it as dadâs face-â
âyou imbecile!â she yelled as she picked all the pieces up again, putting them down and picking them up once more with ease.
âpassâ
4. spinning top
young-il cheered like the rest, maybe even more. he was holding his breath with every step you took. even as the frontman, he wasnât sure why he was anxious for a player like you to win. it was very unlike him but he had to admit it felt good.
he watched as you coiled the rope around the spinning top. he could see your hands shaking as everyoneâs eyes burned holes into you.
with two minutes left on the clock you trusted your instincts and drew your hand back, carefully flicking your wrist. the spinning top flew through the air, with a soft bang it landed on the ground, spinning perfectly.
âpassâ
âshe did it!â young-il shouted, causing a roar of cheers to erupt as your team moved towards the last and final game.
hana dul! hana dul! hana dul! hana dul!
5. jegi
âcan everyone look away? i just need some concentration.â player 120 asked. everyone including your team turned to look away, even with the time left, you were shaking with fear. one wrong move and you could leave this game as easy as you came in.
everyone remained quiet as you listened for the sound of the shoe and jegi coming into contact.
âone.â
âtwo.â
âthree.â
âfour.â
âfive.â
âoh! we did it! that was five!â the old woman shouted.
you looked up seeing the guard makinga circle up with his arms.
âpassâ
âletâs go! letâs go!â
with that, your team was let go. relief overwhelmed you as you passed the finish line. as the guards unchained your legs, you turned to the crowd finding young-il easily.
you offered him a smile and a little wave, making him do the same.
ââââ ă Ⳡ⥠ââââ
part five
when it was young-ilâs turn his team took place at the start of the line.
âwell, itâs a little sad that we donât have an audience.â player 390 sighed.
âno, itâs good. we donât have distractions.â player 388 replied.
throughout the game, there was one thing on young-ilâs mind, getting back to you. he couldnât wait for another of your late night conversations. the stupid smile you had when he cracked a horrible joke.
he knew that the game was designed so that there couldnât be many mistakes made each round. when he joined it was merely for the thrill of it, also the fact that he wanted to see player 456 suffer. but now he knew he had to play the games thoroughly and right, he knew he had to do this to keep his promise to endure your safety.
ââââ ă Ⳡ⥠ââââ
part six
you waited anxiously on your bed as more groups came in, but not young-il. it was nerve wrecking, with every group that came in, somehow the number of player became lesser. it was made clear that not everyone was made to pass.
a few minutes later, the metal door swung open again.
the final group walked in, player 456, player 388, player 390, another player you hadnât seen before player 222 and young-il.
young-il didnât waste any time, he jogged back to your bed, seeing your smile widen as he came close. before he had the chance to say anything, you pulled him into a hug, wrapping your hands around his neck tightly as he bent down onto your bed.
âoh my god, you did it! i was so scared, i-i was so worried-â
âhey, itâs okay. itâs okay, i was worried sick too.â he chuckled, taking a seat beside you on the bed.
âi thought the team didnât want a girl? how did she manage to get in?â you asked, pointing to player 222 who was now with the rest, talking and laughing.
âshe was heavily pregnant. we didnât have a choice, iâm so sorry they didnât take you in.â he apologised as you shook your head.
âitâs okay, i understand. donât worry. iâm just glad you made it.â you said, leaning so close that you could feel his bodyheat.
âyou know⊠when i was playing the spinningtop, i couldnât for the life of me figure out how you did it in one try!â
âof course, an old man like you comparing yourself to me?â you gasped sarcastically, making him laugh.
âyea right, come on says the one whoâs almost lying on me.â
you jerked back, you hadnât even noticed.
âiâm so sorry, are you uncomfortable? i can mov-â
âhey, iâm playing around. come back, you can do whatever you want. iâm just a makeshift pillow for you.â
you sneered and laid your head on his shoulder, legs tangled together on the bed as you could feel the rhythm of his breathing match yours.
âthank you, young-il.â you whispered, your hand finding his, squeezing it to show your appreciation.
young-il looked down to your hand in his and raised it to his lips, giving it a gentle peck. âanytime, y/n.â
whethere he liked it or not, the game had hit a big obstacle. as the frontman he needed to balance between running the games and keeping it safe for you, and preventing player 456 from infiltrating.
even so, he knew the dangers of the next game. âmingleâ was one set out to kill, his plans were all falling apart. frontman realised that keeping you came with a cost, and it was one he was willing to pay.
#squid game#hwang inho#in ho x reader#in ho#inho x you#inho x reader#frontman#frontman x you#frontman x reader#squidman frontman#lee byung hun#lee byun hun x you#lee byun hun x reader#squidgame season 2
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*falls through the open door at high speed*
Hi Lauren! I am sooooo excited you're doing this again!! I hope you're well xx
May I request an 'oh' moment for codywan?
I had this scene in my head where Obi-Wan is staring at Cody from across the room and Cody is doing something completely different and oblivious to his attention meanwhile the stars just aligned for the unflappable General Kenobi đŻâšđ„ș (totally didn't ask this because of how expressive and beautiful you draw eyes which is unparalleled... absolutely didn't, nope..)
Alternatively if that one doesn't do it for you:
How about a first look/ reunion after the hellhole that was the Zygerria mission? Because I personally feel like we were robbed and Obi-Wan looked way too emotionally and physically stable in that last shot!
As always feel free to scrap them entirely if they don't strike your fancy!
Ann!!!!! You always get me right in the feels đ„č
#thanks for the request!#it;s not exactly the same but i hope it still hits right#đ
#codywan#star wars#clone wars#commander cody#obi wan kenobi
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jeon jungkook fics that had me going feral
hi guys, here's a part 2 to my favorite jjk fics on tumblr! note that many of these fics contain 18+ content. you are responsible for the content you consume! as always, if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, please take a moment to send some love to the authors! part 1 | other bts members
âș cold nights & blurred lines - by @awrkive
summary: jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and itâs casual for the most part. but as time passes, you canât help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a clichĂ© to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.
âș night crawlers - by @alphabetboyluvr
summary: jungkookâs always been good at running. track, field, red lights, shit outta luck. drugs, now, too. but he doesnât expect to run into you. in your shared lecture halls, sure. maybe. but not down the back alleys of daerim at ass oâclock in the morning. there are only three types of women he ever sees in daerim: hookers, sugar-babies and addicts. you aren't any of those; you're a trust-fund baby who can get percocet on private repeat prescription, if you really want it. he's sure of it. so it then further begs the question: why the fuck are you here?
âș this is how you fall in love - by @jeonqkooks
summary: after years of drinking and clubbing most days of the week and leaving every gig with a different girl on his arm, jungkook feels what itâs like to want someone with his entire being.
âș the dilf installments - by @mercurygguk
summary: this series follows jungkookâs life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!
âș ultimatum - by @parkmuse
summary: your pervy, idiotic boyfriend just so happens to also be your friendly neighborhood Spider-man (in bed).
âș a hero's journey - by @hansolmates
summary: jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story
âș tempest - by @kooktrash
summary: youâve always considered your life to be more mundane than you would like to admit. it was a constant cycle of the same things over and over again that when you meet jeon jungkook at a bar, of all places, you didnât expect to see just how much he would change your life and those around you. heâs got an air of mystery around him with his charming good looks and a violent past that you slowly begun to unravel when it feels like everything is going perfect.
âș by its cover - by @gimmesumsuga
summary: the one where Jungkook makes a horrifically bad first impression.
âș slow dancing - by @yoonia
summary: when your countdown appeared on your wrist right in the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesnât seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.
âș e s p r e s s o - by @joonberriess
âș hold me closer - by @ahundredtimesover
summary: when you're asked to look after your parents' house and meet them before they go on vacation, you, Jimin, and Jungkook take the trip to your hometown of Busan and relive memories of your youth. While your new relationship has you feeling like a lovesick teenager with all the affection that Jungkook shows you, you're still you - a professional trying to make it in the corporate world, and an eldest child trying not to disappoint her parents. And that turns out to be your undoing, as a little blunder causes a rift between you and Jungkook, resulting in a trip that you might as well have messed up⊠Not if your brother can help it, though.
#bts fic rec#fic recs#bts fic#bts fanfic#bts x reader#bts x oc#bts angst#bts smut#jungkook angst#jungkook smut#taehyung angst#taehyung smut#jimin angst#jimin smut#yoongi angst#yoongi smut#bts fan fiction#fic rec list#namjoon angst#namjoon smut#hoseok angst#hoseok smut#seokjin angst#seokjin smut#bts masterlist#jungkook x reader#taehyung x reader#seokjin x reader#hoseok x reader#namjoon x reader
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pro hero!bakugou x fem!reader | fluff, suggestive, husband!katsuki, katsuki implied as being taller than reader, implied age (~late 20's, early 30s~), light-hearted bickering, an excuse to write more domestic!kats, 1.8k | cw: cursing, suggestive
-your husband comes home late, soaking wet and a little bit handsy-
Katsuki is late; you hope traffic isn't too bad. Outside your window the sky is overcast, steely shades of grey over a slate canvas. The roads are dyed an inky charcoal, pooling at the surface where rain drip-drip-pours in endless streams.
You've taken up residence in the foyer, between the linen closet at the end of the hall, and the umbrella Katsuki left by the front door this morning. The very same one you reminded him to take with him at breakfast, and twice again before he left in the evening. If you loved him a little bit less, he might listen to you one day.
But you doâlove himâright down to his bad habits and stubborn disposition.
So you wait for him the same way you have for years; perched at the breakfast nook in the corner with a warm cup of tea and a paperback that's been gathering dust for half-a-year now at least. The bar table is worn at the edges, legs wobble if you lean too far forwardâfrankly, you should have gotten rid of it years agoâbut it was the first belonging that wasn't yours, or Katsuki's, but ours; a piece you thrifted when you were both still twenty-something and broke.
The years have changed a lotâour table, our bed, our house, our life. Your Katsuki.
âHis wife.
The band around your finger is white gold; it clinks when you put the mug to your lips. Honey, ginger. Sweet. Rain hits the window and falls; two trails meet at the middle, and stick to each other like glue. Katsuki would laugh if he found you right now, smiling into your tea like a lovestruck fool.
You let the ceramic rest, turn to page thirty-or-something of a book that you totally-intend-to-finish. An hour passes before you hear the telltale rumble of an engine.
You spot his headlights first, misty pools of sunlight spilling onto the pavement when he pulls into the driveway. It's well past midnight now; Katsuki is a shadow against the porchlight, long strides and a hand over his crown. You have half a mind to bring the umbrella to him, but he's quicker, ascends the four steps to the veranda in two big leaps; you barely register the rustle of keys before he's stepping into the house, pooling rainwater at the welcome mat.
He's soaked at the shoulders, a grumble in his throat when he kneels to unlace his shoesâblack leather, designer and sharp, same as the suit jacket around his shoulders. Tailored to fit him just right.
Katsuki's always been handsome, even as a hero in training renting hand-me-down suits from the little mom-and-pop shop down the street. But it really strikes you just how beautiful he is when you look at him now, dressed to the nines. All the years of hard work paying off in more ways than one.
You go a little fuzzy when he lifts his head to catch you staring; red eyes kindling the air and making it hard to breathe. He's the spitting image of a number two hero, just returned from a long night at some fancy-pants gala; sometimes you forget that's exactly what he is. Even more dumbfounded that, somehow, he's yours.
"I know," he grumbles, moving his shoes to the cabinet and meticulously hanging his jacket over the chair to dry. He briefly eyes the umbrella. "I f'rgot, kay?"
So have you, suddenly.
There's a pause andâ"I didn't say anything."
He meets you at the table, one hand at the surface and the other at the knot of his tie. "Y've got that look."
You tip you chin to glare at him playfully. "And what 'look' is that, Bakugou Katsuki?"
"Like y'r about t'chew me up." He pulls the fabric strip from around his neck in one fell swoop, pops the first button of his dress shirt with his thumb. Your eyes fall for only a momentâbarely a secondâbut Katsuki grins with the self-awareness of a man who's known you half his life. "Or about t'jump my bones, hah?"
He looks entirely impish in his revelation, ego flaring to rest in his cheeks; you have half a mind to nip at them like candy floss, instead you reach for the cuffs of his button-up, tidy the sleeves one fold over the other until the rainwater and well-kept muscles catch at the seams. You feign a sigh when his stare becomes too insistent to ignore, hand falling to rest at the peaks of his knuckles. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah." A spark of firelight flashes in his eyes, deep carmine and coy; teasing him was so much easier a decade ago. "I'd let'cha."
You roll your eyes. "You're so unsexy, y'know that?"
"Hah," he barks with all the disbelief in the world. "What? Want me t'do that dirty talkin' shit instead? Jump y'r bones right here at the table? D'n think she'll hold up, baby."
He lets a fraction of his weight fall against the corner and the old wood immediately cries out, splintering oak and creaking hinges and the real, immediate threat that the poor thing might actually collapse at your feet.
You spring up defensively. "Katsuki!"
A once neatly-folded towel tumbles from your lap to land at your toes. His gaze falls; grin widens.
"Said y're gonna make me 'deal with it' next time I forgot the stinkin' umbrella, didn't'cha?" His fingers pinch the fat of your cheeks teasingly. "Love me that much, hah?" Your eyes narrow, fingers dive with intent for the space beneath his ribcage. He's quicker, wraps five fingers around your wrist and pulls you in with a hand at the back of your neck. He breathes, warm against the top of your headâ"Missed y'tonight."
You hum against his chest, damp fabric sticking to your cheeks, flush and warm with surprise. You can count the number of times he's been this blunt with his affection on one hand; at least twice being in the presence of an empty champagne glass, or five. "Did you drink?" He gruffs at thatâthe only indication that he heard you at all. "Katsuki?"
"Come with me next time."
You tilt your chin, brow creasing. His head dips at the sight of the first wrinkle, the way it always does when he's trying to change the subject, or sweeten you up, or get his way in any way, reallyâa habit you must have taught him because you let him get away with it every single time. It's probably why he looks so offended when you pull back suddenly with a click of your tongue.
"That's not an answer."
"Not a drop," he finally saysâhuffsâwith an almost boyish scowl.
You find yourself stifling a laugh, hand over mouth, and he glares, even as you step away to rustle through the linen closet. His eyes are red hot, brow downturned, downright grumpy, only cooling to a simmer when you're toe to toe once more, fresh towel in hand and lightly waving him down to your level. His spine bows, head dips until you're massaging the soft cotton through his hair; you would have had to fight him on this onceâyears agoâbefore time weathered his sharp edges, doused the wildfire raging in his heart until he became the man he is nowâirritable, arrogant, stubborn, still, but willingâto make amends for who he was before, to extend a hand where he's able, to let you offer him one in return.
"Chose this one on purpose, didn't'cha?" Katsuki's voice is lukewarm, a tepid grumble at the back of his throat, an almost purr when you dip your fingertips against his nape.
"No idea what you're talking about."âbut you do. The towel in question, he means, is from the left side of the closet, your side, all soft cotton and fluff; the same ones he refuses to use, for those very same reasons. "Said they 'd'n dry a damn thing' but-" you drape the supposed 'overrated, overpriced pile'a'fluff' around his shoulders to ruffle his bangs, more wily than usual, and barely damp. "Would y'look at that?"
He snorts, hand falling to the small of your back. "Don't get smart."
"Or what?" you keen up at him, at the balls of your feet, tip toes and still barely nose to nose; they bump once on accident, and twice on purpose. "Huh?"
Warm, exasperated breath fans across your cheeks. "Tryna start somethin' t'night, are ya?"
You bat your lashes, head tilting and fingers splaying across the 'v' of his neckline. "Me? Start something?" Your grin betrays your facade. "And what if I am?"
He pulls you in at the waist, holds you steady with one, strong arm, warm lips at your jaw and low, deep voice in your ear. "Better be ready t'finish it, then."
His right hand comes to rest at the back of your thigh, teases the skin right where your skirt ends; gooseflesh blooms all the way up your spine and you shiver. "Who's jumping bones now, huh?" you barkâyap, like a scaredy-pup with it's tail between it's legsâbite lost somewhere between the callouses on Katuski's fingertips and the press of his hips against your own.
You straighten your shoulders to get a good look at the ego washing over his face like miles of trumpet vine. All consuming, a force to be reckoned with. And devastatingly pretty.
"That'd be me, pretty lady," he says, all kinds of smug and annoying.
You hold him with your stare for an entire secondâtwo, just so you can get a real good look at his stupid, handsome faceâand then you're pulling him in by the collar, wrinkling the shirt he'll spend too much on dry-cleaning tomorrow. Not that he seems to mind when your tongue meets his, honey mingling with the mint on his breath and making his head swim, all but forgotten when a hand comes to rest at your waist, heated fingertips beneath your sweater, licking softly at your skin.
He walks you back 'til your thighs hit the tableâ(it rocks, precariously); one of your hands fall against the surface, the other to his heart that thump-thump-jumps when thunder rumbles through the house, and stills. You smile, soft against his lips, thumb tracing the precipice of his collarbone until your fingers can curl around his spine. The next kiss against his mouth is featherlight, barely there; you sigh, contentedlyâ"I love you."
Katsuki goes a little hazy, eyes the color of early Autumn; the blazing summer sun reduced to a tealight candle, flickering in the palms of your hands. "Yeah," he chokes. And you know just what he means.
You kiss him then, once more, a little more playful this time; mischievous and coy with a cheeky, "âeven though you're totally unsexy."
"So help me, y/n, I will howitzer this table."
#bakugou#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#bakugou x you#bnha#mha#x reader#x you#one day you find out he keeps an umbrella tucked under the driver's seat#he stops at a red light or smth and it rolls out like a goddamn bit and you just turn to him like đđđ#the car ride is silent all the way home and if you so much as mention an umbrella ever again he turns beet red and gets soooo defensive#needless to say he never ~forgets~ his umbrella again djdjhfjfh
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a nonsense christmas / tyler owens x reader
summary: an unexpected snowstorm traps tyler owens with his workplace nemesis over the holidays. bonus points: there was only one bed.
content warnings: f!reader, allusions to smut
word count: 9k
authorâs note: happy holidays! đđđ€¶đ»đ i hope they were merry and bright and as stress-free as possible. thank you so much for supporting my three little fics. this is unedited, but i wanted to post it before i went out of town as a gift made specially for the glen girlies - i wrote it to bring you some december cheer. see you next year!
âYou have got to be kidding me.â
Over the span of the last twelve hours youâd lost count of the number of times youâd muttered that sentence underneath your breath.
First, it was the office building in New York, where Tyler had the appointment right after yours at a ritzy funding agency. Then it was the airport, where youâd both flown standby and had a Wild West confrontation over the last seat on the plane, only for another passenger to volunteer their place in exchange for a travel voucher. (âItâs not like Iâm in a rush to see my family, anyway.â) The woman manning the desk had given you both a look that said, âSee, this is how an adult behaves,â which you thought was rich when the guy was clearly trying to cheat his way out of a Christmas dinner. Then, Tyler got assigned the seat behind you on the plane, and in keeping with his infuriating personality, spent the entire flight kicking your seat - or, Iâm sorry, just trying to stretch his legs.
After landing, youâd raced to the same rental car company. The woman at this desk kept pointing out that the weather seemed dire and that a snowstorm might hit at any moment, to which you assured her that you weren't headed farâa lieâand glared at Tylerâs back before shuffling into the parking lot with your borrowed keys, hoping his heater would break or that an ex-girlfriend had broken into his house during his absence and left coal in his stocking.
It turned out that the woman at Enterprise was right. The weather was dire; your visibility was shot to hell after the first forty miles, leaving you to squint through the flurry-turned-blizzard, your knuckles white on the steering wheel as you inched forward in your seat, as though you could magically see through the storm if only you pressed your nose just so to the windshield.
After a while you gave up and started to admit that unless you wanted to turn into a human Popsicle, you might need a Plan B. You let out a weary sigh, listening to the weather report on the radioââIf you're safe and cozy at home, it's gonna be a white Christmas, folks, but if you're out on the road, I suggest taking cover and waiting it out for Santa Claus to slide down the chimney.â
You scanned the passing road signs for fast food restaurants, gas stations, and rest stops, even took a few exits just to be hit with NO VACANCY in bright neon reds, making mental calculations for the rest of your trip.
Home was still a long way off: three hours, after dark. Normally youâd power through with an extra-large coffee, but it was snowing, and your window to remain safely on the road was closing with every passing minute.
Dammit.
After the fourth failed attempt at finding lodgings, you sat in the driverâs seat with the heater on and called your sister.
She answered after a few rings. In the background you heard your nephew and nieces screaming their heads off in that kid way. God, you loved those little rugrats but they were undoubtedly a nightmareâyou imagined Margo plugging up one of her ears and waving at them to be quiet. Of course, to no avail.
âWhere are you?â she demanded, the accusation sharp in her voice. You knew to expect it, so instead of answering, âWell, hello to you too, I canât control the weather, in case you havenât noticed,â you went with a plain response, facts only.
âSomewhere in the middle of Benburg.â
âWhere?â
âExactly.â
You heard her sigh. âThe snowâs getting pretty bad.â
âNo shit.â
âHey, don't âno shitâ me! I told you traveling right before Christmas Eve was going to be a nightmare.â
âAnd I told you I had no choice.â
She paused. There was whispering on the other end, an almost-silence that put your body on high alert until, finally, she said, âMom wants to talk to you.â
âMargo, no!â
Your protests fell on deaf ears. The phone was jostled as your mother took it and began to speak.
âHoney, are you almost here?â
Covering your face with your hands, you kept your voice light, knowing sheâd be able to detect even the smallest hint of frustration, and then youâd have to put up with another round of âwhy on earth did you take a meeting in New York right before the holidays?â
âNo, mom, Iâve still got a-ways to go.â
You pictured her narrowing her eyes, maybe placing a hand on her cocked hip.
âHow long a-ways?â
âLess than two hours,â you lied.
It was absolutely more than two hours.
A pause. âWell, I guess that's okay.â
âIâm glad you think so.â Through gritted teeth and the voice of a demented schoolteacher, you added, âMom, can you put Margo back on the phone now, please?â
âShe wants to talk to you,â you heard her saying from a distance.
After some more jostling, you felt the caller change as you merged back onto the highway and left the motel behind.
âMarg, can you tell her to cut me some slack, please? Iâm doing my best.â
âHa!â
You glared at the console, hoping she could feel it over the phone.
âGee, thanks! So much for the Christmas spirit!â
âListen, when you have three kids, two dogs, a husband, all of your in-laws, your parents, and your stepmom breathing down your neck, Iâll have a little more sympathy.â
âFine⊠But I promise Iâm not leaving you in the lurch on purpose. My flight from New York got delayed, I had some asshole kicking me in the kidneys the whole time, and I can barely see a yard in front of me because of this stormâitâs not exactly a walk in the park for me either.â
No cigar; it was you who felt her glare over the phone this time. Clearly, her issues outweighed all of yours on this occasion, and knowing her sister-in-law, you were inclined to agree.
You added: âIâll make it up to you.â
âYouâd better.â
The wipers on your rented car worked overtime to clear your windshield. You were about to end the call to focus on driving when, up ahead, you saw the red and blue lights of a highway patrol vehicle stopping traffic.
âOh shit,â you muttered under your breath.
âWhat?â
âThe road is closed.â
âThe whole road?â
âYeah, Marg, the whole road.â She would've argued with you over your tone, except you cut her off with âHold onâIâm being flagged down.â
A middle-aged man with a mustache came over to your car. He was wearing a fuzzy hat and holding a flashlight now that the purpling sky was fading to black. Without being asked, you lowered your window and shivered at the stream of icy wind that cut through the artificial heat.
âEvening, officer.â
âGood evening. Whereâre you headed?â
âSayre or roundabouts.â
âRough night to be doing so. This road is no good, you're gonna have to turn around, find a place to wait it out for the night.â
Your heart sank. You knew Margo was listening to everything. By the time you made it home, your ledger would have a massive list in the red which sheâd make you pay off somehowâby doing the dishes, playing horse with the kids, or worse, entertaining Kayleen, who would say as she always did that you really ought think about having children soon unless you wanted to get used to âa self-absorbed lifestyle.â
God forbid.
âDo you know anywhere that might have a last-minute vacancy?â you asked the officer, whose shiny name tag read HARRIS.
He scratched behind his ear, twisting his mouth in thought.
âTry the Sunnyside Inn. Back this way to Fairmont, right after the exit, left on Vail.â
âThank you.â
âMerry Christmas.â
âRight. Merry Christmas.â
You put your window back up.
âDid you catch that?â
âSounds like you're grounded,â said Margo. Her eyebrow must be arched because the judgment could be heard loud and clearâif you hadnât gone to New YorkâŠ
Well, there was nothing you could do about it now.
âItâs meant to clear up by morning. Iâll still be there long before Christmas.â
âYouâd better be.â She sighed.
Your niece Haley was screaming out the words to âThe Twelve Days of Christmasâ like a possessed banshee and giggling at what she knew must be an ear-splitting performance. You didn't know whether to be more horrified or amused; you remembered doing something similar when you were a child, back when you didn't have to worry about spreadsheets and grants and the trials and tribulations of flying Economy during the worst time of the year.
Margo must be thinking the same. Her tone sounded a little more sympathetic when she said, âDrive safe, and let me know when you find somewhere to spend the night.â
âI will. Love you.â
âLove you, too. Donât get murdered.â
âIâll try.â
âDonât tryâdo. Someoneâs got to help me defuse the tension during Christmas dinner.â
âMe? Defuse tension?â
âGood point.â
After hanging up, you followed Officer Harrisâs directions to the Sunnyside Inn. Wherever it was in relation to the highway, there werenât any signs you could see from the road and it reminded you of a famous, albeit fictional, location where people did go to end up murdered.
You only hoped whoever was on duty at the check-in desk had zero resemblance to Norman Bates or youâd have no choice but to sleep in your car.
Ten minutes later, you arrived at a quaint little building like something out of a Hallmark movie with six parking spaces and no neon out front. The facade was fake stone, the ornamental bushes lining the circular drive covered in a postcard layer of fresh snow. The wooden sign read VACANCY and had an empty slot where the NO might go, which gave you the tiniest sliver of hope, tempered by the thought that a place like this might not pay the utmost attention to a detail like that, especially in the middle of a storm. All in all, it was the sort of place you stayed at when you had no choice, being off the beaten track, but it looked as well maintained as it could be given its age, which you dated back to the 70s because of its slanted roof.
You parked and got your suitcase out of the trunk, the wheels clattering and then coming to an abrupt stop when you saw a figure across the way doing the same with his black carry-on.
âYou have got to be kidding me,â you called out.
Tyler Owens grinned. Even from here you could see the dimple on his cheek.
âRoad closed?â he asked, still walking towards the entrance. You did the same, glaring as you tried to keep pace with himâno, tried to beat him to the front door.
âYou know it is,â you answered, eyes narrowed, dashing the rest of the way just for his hand to reach the metal pull bar first. Damn his longer limbs.
With a smile, he opened the door and waved you through like a Manhattan doorman.
âLadies first.â
âWow, I didn't think you were remotely a gentleman.â
âWhat gave you that impression?â
You brushed past him into the heated lobby, pausing long enough for him to close the door so you could send him a pointed look.
âOh, I donât know⊠maybe your knee on my back?â you enunciated.
âI told youâthat was an honest mistake.â
âRight.â
The Sunnyside had a single check-in desk that looked more like the hostâs stand at your favorite restaurant than the counter at the cheapest Marriott, but it was decked in cute bells and garlands and baubles that glittered in the light. Behind it stood a woman around your age with straight, shoulder-length hair partially covered by a Santa hat.
As soon as she saw you walking in, she pushed the red strands out of her face and cleared her throat visibly before launching into a practiced spiel.
âWelcome to the Sunnyside Inn, where every day is sunny!â
She was smiling from ear to ear. The effect was a little like that of the creepy twins in The Shining and bah, humbug, were you not in the mood.
âCan I have a room for the night, please?â
You were made to feel guilty by the sudden fall of her face. But clearly Carolâyou had to do a double take. Was her name really Carol? At-Christmastime Carol?âhad gone to one hell of a customer service training program. Instead of letting your frown turn her smile upside down, she tacked it on with impressively greater fervor. The bell at the end of her hat rattled as she cleared her throat again.
âYouâre in luck! We have one vacant room left in the entire hotelâcontinental breakfast included!â
âIâm sorry,â Tyler butted in, âdid you say only one room?â
âYes, erâŠâ She looked between you, biting her glossed lip. âIs that a problem?â
âWeâre not together,â you said, refusing to look in Tylerâs direction.Â
Carol blushed. She was so pale that you thought it might be her actual blood you were seeing rising to her face and turning a shade of Veruca Salt. Or was it Violet Beauregarde?
âOh!â she exclaimed. âI thoughtâwell⊠you arrived together.â
âWe arrived separately.â
âThatâs not what it looked like.â
She blinked owlishly. Your own face was heating up as you felt Tyler putting his hand on his hip and sending you a shit-eating grin. You wouldnât hear the end of this. You could practically hear him bringing it up at a later date, saying, âYouâd be so lucky.â
You felt your jaw lock and your dentist cry. Lips together, teeth apart! Sheâd obviously never met anyone like Tyler Owens before.
âI can assure you, that's what it is,â you said in a steel-laced voice.
Carol might be an A+ at the customer service thing, but you were an A+ at staring people down until they begged for mercy. The only person you knew who was better at it was Margo, and the only person immune to itâthough it drove you crazy to no endâwas standing next to you, all six feet of him, in a jacket with snow at the shoulders that had quickly melted and rolled off the fabric. Shoulders⊠his annoyingly broad shoulders, which youâd had occasion to see with more frequency than you wouldâve liked, dressed in what Samantha, one of your colleagues, described as his âslutty little white tees.â
It wasnât enough for him to be a perpetual thorn in your side, he had to be attractive too, thereby proving that there was no God or that, Whoever they were, they must have an evil sense of humor.
âIâm so sorry.â Carol hung her head. Her hat drooped, the glitter-paper trimming on her suit droopedâthere was a high chance that she was actually an elf and youâd just worked your way onto Santaâs Naughty list. Come midnight, youâd be visited by the ghosts of all your ex-lovers and Sarah DeAngelo, your high school nemesis.
Meanwhile, Tyler swooped in like the big hero.
âNo worries, Iâll just stay at the next place,â he said. âWhat is the next place?â
âThat would be the Cozy Roadside! But they're all booked up, Iâm afraid⊠It's the storm, you see. Everyoneâs trying to hunker down for the night.â
âRightâŠâ
Well, he was taking it better than youâd have doneâthough it was clear he wasnât jumping for joy at the thought of turning around and trying his luck in the growing whiteout.
And that was if there weren't more road closures along the way.
âAre you sure you're not together? Iâm just saying⊠it is the holidays.â Carolâs little damn bell jingled again. Could you be charged with assault if you snatched it off her head? you wondered.
You pinned her with a stare and she had the temerity to flinch like a little cartoon dormouse.
âMeaningâŠ?â
âMeaning, it's a time to let bygones be bygones! You make such a lovely coupleâŠâ Her laugh was high-pitched, nervous.
You might have ruffled like an angry bird of prey. âWe are notââ
âAbsolutely not,â said Tyler.
ââAbsolutelyâ?â
It was the closest youâd ever come to seeing Tyler crack under the force of your EF5 stare. He looked sheepish, his hands in his pockets, giving a little hunkered down shrug that might have been read as boyish and kind of adorable to someone else.
âListenââturning to Carol before you could rip him to shredsââdo you know of anywhere I could stay until the roads open up again?â
âIâm sorry, no.â
âWhat about the lobby?â
âI would if it were up to me, but it's against hotel policy. I could get a write-up.â
This hotel has a policy? You stopped yourself from blurting out the words. There was still a chance this Strawberry Shortcake of a person was one of Santaâs little helpers and, if you kept up being a meanie, youâd end up going to the Bad Placeâthe Bad Place being the seat next to Margoâs sister-in-law at dinner.
You sighed. âDoes my room have a couch?â
âIt has a chair,â Carol offered.
You exhaled through your nostrils like an angry bullâwould the creature metaphors ever cease? Turning to Tyler, you held up a finger and said, âYouâre gonna owe me big time,â and fished your wallet out of your bag.
You slammed your card onto the stand and waited for Carol to check you in. She took out a book from a little cubby and took down your name and ID number, then fiddled with one of those old-school credit card imprinters, the ones you had to use actual elbow grease to use.
âI can have extra linens sent up! And Iâll give you our Friends and Family rateâin honor of the season!â
You have got to be kidding meâŠ
Tyler put his hand on your elbow, stopping your words.
âThank you, Carol, you've been a real gem.â
Carol flushed again, preening under Tylerâs cowboy charm. Iâm gonna be sick, you thought, grabbing your suitcase by the handle and wheeling towards the stairs before you could say anything else.
Your case banged against each carpet-covered step. Tyler was behind you, carrying his without sounds of trouble. You supposed that was a benefit to having arms the size of tree trunks, but youâd rather drop dead on this commercial grade floor than ask him for help.
To drown out the sound of the obvious weakness in your upper half, you adopted a high-pitched baby voice that was nothing like Tylerâs and said, ââYouâve been a gem, Carol,ââ just to mock him.
From Tyler came a huffed-out laugh. âWhy, âre you jealous?â
âAs if. I hope your chair has bedbugs,â you called over your shoulder, arriving at the landing and looking for room 227. You unlocked the door without waiting, tossing your bag and coat onto the bed to stake your claim.
In the open doorway, Tyler paused to stare at the promised bit of furniture.
âOh,â came out of his throat. âWhen she said chair, I thought she meantâŠâ
You followed his gaze. Like Tyler, youâd pictured a dusty old recliner when Carol guilted you into sharing a room with him. The relic actually taking up space across from the queen-sized bed was a chair that might have come out of your high school principalâs office. The seat was covered in a similar material to the carpet, deep purple, not falling apart at the seams, but still just a chair.
Not in your wildest dreams would you think of making an enemy sleep on a thing like that. And here you were, poking fun at sweet, freckle-faced Carol⊠sweet, sweet Carol who had done you a bigger solid than you couldâve ever imagined.
Tomorrow at check-out, you were going to leave her a $50 tip. You might name your firstborn after her.
You looked at Tyler. He looked at you. The poor man was aghast, and the more he glanced despondently at his abode for the next eight hours, the funnier it got until you were cackling, actually cackling like a Disney witch.
You unzipped your suitcase and took out your toiletries bag, still laughing as you stepped into the roomâs bathroom and sent him a little wave.
âSweet dreams, Owens!â
Hell, it was Christmasâyouâd be leaving Carol an even $100.
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You made a point of taking your time in the shower, luxuriating both in the steam and the dejected look on Tylerâs face. A chair! An actual chair! After finishing, you took the robe hanging off the hook, figuring it was your prerogative as a lady, and opened the door just the tiniest crack to see what Tyler was up to. What you saw made you snatch your phone off the counter and leap from your hiding place like a fearless war photographer.
The shutter clicked, a series of lightning-quick flashes that caught Tylerâs attention. By the time he whipped his head to the side with a glare and a command to âdelete that!â youâd snapped half-a-dozen photographs of his position on the makeshift âbed.â
Carol must have sent up linens while you were in the shower because heâd pushed the chair up against the coffee table in a futile attempt to be more comfortable; his legs stuck out to a truly comical degree and he was covered in a floral blanket that could only be described as grandmotherly. Your phoneâbless itâhad captured the exact moment of shock mixed with absolute indignity.
There was no way heâd be able to sleep without falling over. You only hoped that when he inevitably fell on his ass it happened with enough volume to wake you from the sound sleep youâd be having in bed by yourself.
You tucked your phone in your pocket, smiling like one of Hellâs angels.
âAbsolutely not,â you said to his request. âShower's yours.â
Tyler grabbed a bundle of things off the floor.
âLet me guess, you used up all the hot water.â
âYou wound me,â you lied. âIâd never be so petty.â
He scoffed, gestured to his eyes in the universal symbol of Iâm watching you and moved past, locking the bathroom door with a resolute click.
A few moments later, you heard the sound of the shower turning on and settled into bedâyour lovely, only-yours bedâpleased that the sheets were clean, the mattress soft, the pillows comfortable, and debated whether or not to turn on the TV, but the shower taps squealed sooner than you expected.
Huh. Guess Tyler isnât a fan of an ice-cold rinse.
You rushed to turn off the bedside lamp, adopting a deep-sleep pose. You barely managed in the time it took him to pad out into the main room, bringing with him a warm, clean, soapy smell.
You held your breath, imagined he could tell you were fakingâespecially when he paused his movements at the foot of your bed. But then his footsteps moved towards his sad little chair and he turned off his own light.
All you heard for a while was the rustling of sheets, the creaking of the chair beneath his weight. There was a moment of total silence when you almost fell asleep. Then he tossed and turned. The chair protested. You heard him groan.
âYâalright over there?â you asked, hoping the answer was no.
Tylerâs words were laced with sarcasm.
âWho, me? Just peachy.â
âNighty-night, then.â
You sighed contentedly and dozed, thinking about Tylerâs future back pain and the satisfaction of winning Carol over to your side with a generous tip. Take that, Tylerâs dimples! The problem was, you actually wanted to get a few hoursâ sleep; there was still a fair bit of driving left for you to do, and Tyler just wouldn't shut up.
You heard every creak, shift, and sound of frustration.
Finally, you sat up and growled, âCould you try being more quietly uncomfortable?â
âHey, Iâm just trying to sleep.â
âI can hear your breathing all the way over here!â
âThat's not my breathing,â he said, âthatâs your guilty conscience.â
You glared into the dark. I will not let him get the better of me. You took a fortifying breath and kept your voice lightâviciously light.
âYou know, thereâs still time for you to sleep in your car. Youâll be the first person ever to be cryogenically frozen.â
âThat's not how cryogenics works, you muppet.â
You launched a pillow in his direction, pleased when it made contact. He sat up and protested, âHey!â
âDid you just call me a muppet?! You know, if you disappeared I could always blame the storm.â
âCarol would remember me,â he rejoined.
âMaybe Iâll disappear Carol too.â
âWow, two bodies? Sounds like you'll have your work cut out for you.â
âIâm very resourceful.â
âOh, I bet you areâŠâ
Argh! Slamming your fists down, you ground out the words youâd been holding back ever since you saw his grinning rodeo-ass face in New York:
âThere is no way Iâm letting you win that Heller Grant!â
Your nostrils flared, chest heaved, eyes all but emitted laser beams. Tyler, for his part, remained annoyingly composed.
âI don't think that's up to you. But,â he added, âI wouldn't hold my breath if I were you.â
âReally? And whyâs that?â
âNo reason, just a friendly headâs up.â
âSomething tells me thereâs nothing friendly about it.â
He paused. âHey, whatâs a little harmless competition between meteorologists, right?â
ââŠDid you really just ask that question?â
You both knew scientists were messy as fuck. Denying that they could be egotistical, overly dramatic, delicate with their egos, and especially prone to schadenfreude was a cheap attempt on Tylerâs part.
He chuckled, as if admitting it was true.
âFine, touchĂ©. But itâs really not personal. It's a grantâeveryone wants to win it. Itâs not like weâre trying to run you out of business or anything.â
âOh, believe me, we arenât worried about that,â you shot back. âEveryone knows Kate Carter is the ace up your sleeve. But thatâs itâone ace.â
âOne ace is all you need.â
âNot in this economy itâs not.â
âItâs about the storms!â Tyler said. âYou do get that, don't you? Saving lives, limiting damageâŠâ
âRight, I forgotâyou're Saint Tyler, the Tornado Wrangler for profit!â you mocked.
There was a silence in the room, accusatory. Deafening. After this, you were definitely going on Santaâs Naughty list, you thought, not only this year but for at least fifteen to life.
âSorry, that was shitty,â you admitted, swallowing your pride.
âYeah, it was. You have no idea why I do what I do. And obviously I have no idea why youâre such aââ
âBitch?â you supplied.
âI wouldn't use that word. I wouldn't,â he reiterated seriously. âI was going to say âwhy youâre such a bee in my bonnet.ââ
You let out a snort. âShut up.â
âHas anyone ever told you you're unreasonably distrustful?â
âOnly about three-point-five therapists.â
âWhy the point-five?â he asked.
âOne was a grad student.â
He laughed. âGuess weather research doesnât payâeven if you do wear fancy suits.â
That made you smile. You and Tyler were as diametrically opposed as two could people get, even down to your clothes.
âLetâs just agree,â you said, remembering the spirit of the season, âthat we rub each other the wrong way and leave it at that.â
âHey, Iâve never had a problem with you. I mean, yeah, weâre always up against each other for funding. Itâs a race to the topâwinner takes all, whoever publishes first gets the bragging rights. But thatâs the gameâI know that. Now, if you have a problem with me, this seems like as good a time as any to clear the air because I really have no idea what I could've done to make you hate my guts like this.â
You rolled your eyes.
âOh, sure, be the mature one, take the high road⊠Tell me, Owens, does it ever get exhausting being so fucking perfect all the time?â
Another pause.
âWhat the hell are you going on about?â The chair creaked. ââPerfectâ? Iâve never said I wasâFUCK!â
You perked up, reached an arm to turn on the light. Tyler was sprawled on the floor. The coffee table and chair were no longer attached and he was nursing what looked to be his hip while kicking at the granny blanket tangled round legs.
âDid you just fall into the gap?â you said eagerly, trying to record the image in your brain.
He wrestled the blanket until he finally won, then stood resentfully, his hair mussed, a crazed look in his eyes.
âYes, I fell into the gap! But there was no video evidence,â he said pointing. âYou canât prove it. At this rate, it might be smarter to sleep on the floor.â
âLooks like it.â
You watched him kick the chair away with his foot and lay the blanket on top of the coarse brown carpet. He tossed his pillow down and picked up the sheet, holding it in front of his body and looking like he might actually prefer to try his luck in the parking lot than on the inhospitable floor. You observed him with interest, biting your thumbnail and watching his throat move with a sigh, the dejected set of his shoulders, the strong jaw set until it looked like it would break glass.
âOh, fine!â you said. âYou look like my senior dog trying to decide where to lay down!â
âYou have a dog?â he asked with enough skepticism to be insulting.
âShe lives with my sister.â
âWhatâs her name?â His jaw relaxed, eyes softened.
âDoppler. Donât laugh!â you exclaimed, though it fell on deaf ears.
âThatâs kind of⊠really nerdy.â
âDo you want to sleep on the floor?â
âIâm sleeping on the floor anyway.â
You whipped the covers off the left side of the bed. Tylerâs eyes almost bugged out of his head.
âNo.â
âCome on, Owens, I don't have cooties.â
âItâs not about the cooties, Iâm trying not to get killed Basic Instinct-style!â
You knew the scene: Sharon Stone fucking her rock star boyfriend before stabbing him to death with an ice pick. Unbidden, your mind filled with images of Tyler underneath you, his throat bared to you as you rode him.
âYou wish!â
Tyler looked at you sternly.
âThatâs not what I meant.â
âWeâll make a divider out of pillows!â you suggested, starting the master feat of engineering by plopping all your extra ones vertically down the center of the bed.
You didnât know where this sudden stroke of generosity had come from. Only ten minutes before you wouldâve been perfectly fineânay, ecstaticâto know that Tyler was about to spend six hours in pain and discomfort.
Maybe it was your guilty conscience. Maybe heâd convinced you that this vendetta you had against him was one-sided and kind of silly. Maybe you just wanted to get some damn sleep without feeling like you were racking up bad karma by not offering to share the bed.
He eyed your attempts like a skeptic, his hands on his hips.
Damn, they were slutty little white tees⊠you thought.
âThis is ridiculous,â he pointed out. And yet heâd dropped the sheet and stopped all attempts at sleeping on the floor like an imprisoned martyr.
âRidiculousâ was a good way to describe what the start of this holiday was turning out to be. If youâd told your past self that come December 23rd youâd be sharing a hotel room, even a bed, with Tyler Owens, youâd have laughed in your own face. But here it wasâcourtesy of the weather, a possible redheaded Christmas elf, and a series of minor coincidences that had all resulted in this: you shrugging and saying, âTell me something I donât know. Tick-tock,â you added with a clap for emphasis, âmy goodwill has a time limit!â
âVery festive of you. Are you sure this is okay?â
He approached you with a cautious air, turning down the covers like you might yell âpsych!â and attack him at any moment. Even when he laid himself down, it was at the very edge of the bed, and you thought he might end up on the floor anyway given a hasty mid-sleep roll, but then, that would be his own doing and heâd have nothing else to blame but his own clumsiness.
âJust keep your hands to yourself,â you decreed.
âObviously.â
You turned the light off.
This isnât so bad, you thought. If you closed your eyes, you could almost forget he was there. You hummed to yourself, snuggling down, finally making headway on the quest for rest and relaxation. Twenty minutes passed, maybe an hour. Hell, it might have been twoâall you knew was that Tyler was not keeping up his end of the bargain.
âYouâre encroaching on my space!â you hissed, pushing back against pillows that had moved to your side of the bed.
Tyler turned, not remorseful in the least. âIâve got, like, half-a-foot on you! What do you want me to do?â
âThatâs sizeist,â you sniffed.
There was a sound from his direction.
âAre you laughing?â you accused.
âYeah, Iâm laughing⊠Youâre funny. And thatâs how I know I donât have a problem with you.â
You were unexpectedly pleased, despite his bed theft and the rehashing of your previous conversation. No one had ever called you funny before, though youâd always thought you were.
Tyler Owens thinks Iâm funny?
So sue meâyou were only human and not above hoarding little compliments.
âWhat did you mean,â he started to ask, shifting so that he could lay on his back, âabout me being âperfectâ? Not that I donât find it flattering, it's just not true at all and it didn't sound like a good thing, by the way that you said it.â
You kept silent, staring at the A/C unit attached to the wall.
âI know youâre not asleep!â he declared, poking you in the back.
âAnd how would you know what I sound like asleep?â
âWell, it wouldn't sound like speaking, now would it?â
Shit. He had a point.
You let out a sigh, regretting your magnanimity now that you were in a dark room side-by-side with the man and couldn't avoid his charm or the ease he inspired like magic.
Youâd always found that the most unsettling thing about him.
âYouâre gonna get the grant,â you admitted with more sincerity than you meant. In your voice you could hear the layers of frustration and insecurity and anger and disappointment that you couldnât face in the day, when you had people counting on you and a reputation to uphold.
Tyler was quiet a moment.
âYou don't know that.â
âYeah, I do. Iâm not good with the whole⊠schmoozing thing. Not like you are.â
âSchmoozing?â he asked.
âThatâs what it is! Youâre good with people.â
âSo are you.â
âNo, Iâm not,â you laughed bitterly, craning your neck to say it over your shoulder. âIâm prickly.â
âThatâs bullshit,â Tyler said. âAnd, anyway, this is research, not a personality contest.â
âHa!â
âYou do know there are plenty of prickly scientists out there getting people to throw money at them all the time? Sometimes, itâs the pricklier the betterâpeople think that if you're really a genius, you should treat everyone around you like the bottom of the garbage pail.â
âItâs different for you,â you pointed out.
âHow so?â
You sat up, eyeing his shadowed form.
âWell, sweetie, thereâs this thing called discriminationâitâs what happens when having certain anatomy makes people more inclined to think you know what you're doing.â
âVery profound⊠Thatâs not what you meant.â
He was right. While sexism did come into funding, as it came into a lot of things where it had no place, your main gripe about Tyler had nothing to do with him being a man and everything to do with him being, well, him.
You raked a hand through your hair.
âAll you have to do is walk into a room and get pally with the panel,â you confessed. âI canât compete with that.â
Somehow, through the dark, his eyes found yours. His expression was unreadable, but you could feel his attention on you, his scrutinyâthoughtful, patient, wanting to understand.
âI donât know what to say,â he said at last.
âSeriously? Youâre gonna make me be honest with you and then leave me holding the hot potato of awkwardness?â
âIâm not doing it on purpose,â he laughed. âI just⊠Itâs not like I get up in the morning thinking, âHm, what grant can I possibly steal from you today?ââ
âRight,â you drawled, âyou just canât help being you.â
âI canât!â he insisted, rising up on his elbows. âI like people. I like meeting them⊠talking to themâeven the buttoned-up ones that look like they haven't been outside of an office building in months. I can't apologize for that. But it is a little unfair of you if your sole reason for being mean to me all the time amounts to two cents and a bit of pocket lint.â
âI am not mean!â you protested.
Tyler cocked his head.
âOkay, maybe Iâm a bit brusque,â you allowed. âBut I let you sleep in my bed!â
âFor which Iâll be forever gratefulâŠâ
You opened your mouth.
ââŠbut not enough to turn down the grant.â
You shrugged, not expecting him to hand you the award on a silver platter.
âIt was worth a shot,â you said. Another joke.
Tyler gestured with his hands; you could see them fluttering around expressively in the near dark.
âYouâve just gotta stop approaching people and automatically assuming that theyâre not on your side,â he said gently, and because you were a contrarian, you chose to take at least one-sixteenth of offense.
âAre you mansplaining relationships to me?â
âNot mansplaining, just a friendly bit of advice. Take it or leave it,â he tacked on, shrugging his shouldersâdamn his shouldersâŠ
âThanks.â
You were trying to wrestle your brain away from the thought of his bare chest again.
His bare chest⊠the expanse of his chiseled abs, the dip of his hipsâŠ
You looked away, your face as hot as your shame. You would not have sex thoughts about a man you were sharing a bed platonically with. You would not admit to yourself that your traitorous gaze had wandered down to the outline of certain parts while he was standing there in gray sweats and a white T-shirt that left little or nothing to your debauched imagination.
You would not.
You would not.
Santa, come get me before I forfeit all brownie points for life.
âNow this is awkward.â The words slipped out of your mouth. You pulled the sheet up to your chin as if it were a straitjacket and Tyler chuckled to himself, probably thinking that you meant awkwardness at having a moment of vulnerability rather than red-hot lust.
âGo to sleep,â he said kindly, turning back on his left side.
âAlright. Night.â
âNight.â
-
Later, you would swear it didn't happen on purpose. At some point in the night, after Christmas Eve had settled well and truly over this random Oklahoma town, the pillow fort was forgotten as you and Tyler fell asleep, succumbing to the fatigue of the dayâs travel and your late-night conversations.
The first inkling you had was that your pillow was far too warm against your cheekâand it moved, up and down, like the gentle swaying of a boat upon a calm sea. When you regained enough consciousness, you realized that the âpillowâ kept a beat, and that's when you realized your pillow wasn't a pillow at all but the cradle of Tylerâs chest.
Heâs quite comfortable, you thought, still half-asleep. He had his arm thrown around you and the tips of his fingers rested against a patch of naked back where your shirt had ridden up.
So far, so good; you couldnât complain about the weighted blanket treatmentâat least not in your hazy, sleep-softened state. You sighed happily, snuggling further into his shirt.
You felt his arms tighten.
His breathing shift.
You were straddling the line between dream and wakefulness when you noticed his legs tangled up in yoursâŠ
âŠand the hard protrusion pressing right against your stomach.
You opened your eyes. Tyler was awake and springing out of bed like he had a whole swarm of bees in his bonnet.
âOh god,â he exclaimed, âI am so sorry! That is not⊠I did notââ
âItâs fine,â you tried to say.
âNo! No, itâs not.â
âTyler, would you stop acting like a virgin with the vapors? Itâs cold, Iâm not the stillest of sleepers, nothing was meant by it.â
He ran a hand through his hair, then put it on his hip, then pointedâyou didnât know at whom, he was simply unable to be still, and the more he panicked the more you thought it was silly how he was making such a big deal out of nothing.
(Okay, so maybe it wasn't nothing, but one of you had to be the adult about it.)
âI was not trying to put the moves on you,â he emphatically declared.
âThat was made abundantly clear by what you said to Carol. Also by the drool on your pillow.â
âTheââ
His gaze darted. His face took on an added hue of pallid as he bent over his pillow and straightened, eyebrows battened, finding nothing there.
âSee, that was mean.â
âNo, that was funny,â you laughed.
The whole time, you did your best to keep your eyes trained above his shoulders, though you had a bone-deep curiosity now that youâd felt the impression of his dick against your skin.
If your periphery was to be trustedâwhich, your doctor said you had excellent vision in that regardâhe was as well-endowed as he was rumored to be, sometimes with envy, sometimes pejoratively and in relation to his ego. Now that youâd spent an entire day crossing paths, you weren't so sure about that last bit. But you were sure that in the privacy of your own thoughts, youâd have a bitch of a time unknowing that Tyler Owens was, in every regard, unfairly blessed.
âBack to neutral corners?â you asked, patting the bed.
Tyler stared at the mattress with something like horror.
âYou are not being normal about this!â you exclaimed.
âMaybe I oughta sleep on the floor.â
âSeriously?â
âYeah, itâs just for a few hours more.â
You sighed.
âTyler James Owens, now you are the one being a muppet.â
âTake that back! And how do you even know my middle name?â
âItâs called Google. Now stop acting like a muppet and Iâll stop calling you one!â
Drat⊠You were so close, but your eyes snagged on the bulge in his pants at the exact moment Tyler was looking at you. There was no way to deny it.
You wiped your face of all expression.
Tyler pleaded, âDo not make this worse for me than it already is.â
âI didnât say anything!â
âYou donât have to, it's written all over your face.â
Me? My face? You pointed at yourself.
Tyler huffed, âYou aren't letting me forget this for as long as I live, are you?â
âNot in your dreamsâŠâ you fessed up. âNeed me to pace around the hall for ten minutes, let you take care of business? I have a spare sock you can hang on the door.â
âYouâre evil.â
âNooooo, where are you going?â you needled, watching him head to the bathroom with a scowl on his face. âI was having so much fun!â
âMind your own business!â he yelled back.
âBut Tyler, itâs perfectly natural!â
He locked the door.
Only then did you cover your mouth and really let yourself have a laugh.
-
He took exactly 23 minutes. You knew because you timed him, a childish impulse you indulged in trade for not probing the question of what he might be thinking about as he got off. Obviously, you knew enough biology to not flatter yourself into believing that his morning wood was down to you; still, you allowed yourself to believe it just the tiniest bit. It made you feel betterâto think he was affected by you. To believe you werenât alone in being provoked to unexpected places.
He came up to the bed with a wary glance. On purpose, you pretended to be uncommonly interested in your nails.
âI thought youâd be asleep.â
âDidnât feel like it,â you said, buffing a nonexistent spot on your shirt. âAll good?â
âDonât start.â He took his pillow and made for the chair.
You clicked your tongue. âYou really don't have to sleep on the floor, you knowâŠâ
Which was kind.
â...I thought that was the whole point of Tylerâs Special Solo Time.â
Which wasnât.
He rounded on you with his finger outstretched.
âDo not call it that!â
âOkay!â
âNever again!â
âFine!â
âAnd for your informationâthat isnât what I was doing in there.â
âOh!â you said, genuinely surprised, âI just assumedâŠâ
âWell, you know what they say about assuming.â
You make an ASS out of U and ME.
Color me surprisedâyou genuinely thought Tyler had been in the bathroom rubbing one out.
Could it be that he was too much of a gentleman to do it with you the next room over? That seemed like the likeliest explanation.
You were touched. Weirdly, inappropriately.
Also let down by the fact that you werenât sexually irresistible enough to make him lose all sense of proprietyâgranted, you hadnât been trying to be sexually irresistible at the time, more like drooling into his shirt.
âGod, what?â he asked, eyes boring into yours like he was trying to crack open your mind and read it like a book, pushed to the brink when he couldnât figure out what you were thinking or if you believed him about not masturbating in the bathroom.
âNothing! Why are you chewing me out just because you got an erection?â
âDonât say âerectionâ!â
You rolled your eyes.
âIâm not gonna call it a bonerâIâm not in middle school anymore!â
âYou have gotta be kidding meâŠâ
He face-planted onto the bed, not consciously, you didnât think, more like the natural result of a situation thatâd understandably fried his brain.
You could relate⊠and it was supremely satisfying to hear him say the words youâd been thinking for over a day: you have got to be kidding me, indeed.
âThis is the weirdest fucking Christmas I have ever had,â he mumbled into the mattress.
You laughed, feeling not an ounce of animosity as you watched his prone form. He was funny, and heâd been nicer than you deserved. You no longer believed that he had kicked you in the back during your flight on purpose.
âWhat are your plans for the holidays?â you asked him, letting him off the hook about his penis.
He turned his head and searched you for any trace of nefarious intent. He answered when he was sure you werenât going to keep messing with him.
âThe team and I are going to Kateâs. Then Iâm spending the start of the New Year at home, hopefully, if there isnât another fire to put out.â
âYouâre from Arkansas,â you said.
âMm.â
ââRegnat populus.ââ
He quirked his brow.
ââThe People Rule,ââ you explained. âYou don't know your own stateâs motto?â
âNobody knows their stateâs motto.â
âI had to learn them all for school.â
âHigh school?â
âElementary.â
âOh,â he laughed, âso you grew up rich.â
âShut up.â
He sat against the headboard next to you, crossing his ankles.
âWhat made you want to become a meteorologist?â
âSeriously?â you asked.
âWhat?â
âItâs a cliched question.â
âItâs a getting-to-know-you question!â
You frowned.
âWhy would you ever want to get to know me? Iâve done nothing but fight you since the day we met.â
âWhy wouldn't I?â
Plain, simple.
The lamplight made it impossible to hide a thing. There was a line between his brows, as if he couldnât for the life of him understand why you couldnât understand. âI like people.â Youâd thought it trite at the time, you didnât trust it, but you were thinking maybe it was true. Instead of judging you by the way you challenged, harangued, goaded, mocked, judging him, heâd kept trying to figure you out. It was one of the reasons he was good at his jobâthe merging of both science- and people-smarts.
If you had a brain in your head, you might learn from him. But to do that youâd have to get your head out of your ass and stop seeing him as the enemy.
Except you didnât.
Sometime between the Heller offices and this moment in the Sunnyside Inn, your feelings towards him had changed. The animosity? Gone. All that was left in its place was a newfound respect, fresh like the layer of snow sitting over the world outside the walls of your hotel room, and, if you were being brutally honest, an attraction that was hard to ignore.
You held your breath.
His hair, glinting bronze, was sleep-mussedâthe detail intimate, arousing, just like the stubble on his cheeks and the rugged line of his throat leading to the curves of those shoulders you couldnât stop thinking about. What was that one corny-as-fuck phrase some fuckboy musician had once said?
Sexual napalm.
Tyler Owens was sexual napalm and you werenât immune.
âStop looking at me like that,â you said.
It was Projection 101, but in this case you werenât entirely wrong.
Tylerâs eyes wandered down to your mouth, seductive without even trying. He was breathing as fast as you, his lips parted, tongue peeking out to wet them when he said, âCanât.â
And that was all it took. One second you were staring at each other with twin fuck-me expressions and the next you were in his lap, your hands buried in his hair. The kiss was eagerâmessyâuncaring of finesse, indifferent to perfection. It was the exact opposite of the way youâd been living your life and it was mostly down to him. Even when heâd been driving you absolutely insane, there was no denying that Tyler brought out in you something hard to control. He made you ambitious, competitive, unfilteredâsometimes to an unflattering degreeâbut God, did it feel good.
He tilted his head and delved his tongue into your mouth. You groaned, pulled him back by the hair until you felt a rumbling sound in his throat which you decided to chase on instinct, latching your mouth onto that part of him youâd been obsessing over for the last few hours, sucking, biting, laving your way down to his clavicle.
âThis is not how you get to know someone,â you joked, feeling him get hard again underneath you.
âYeah, it isâŠâ
âDonât say 'biblically.ââ
He laughedâit was a giggle that made you smile and peer into his face.
âYou said it, not me. Are you gonna kick me out of bed later?â he asked, stroking a hand up your thigh.
âNo. Are you gonna run for the hills like I soiled your virtue?â
He balked. âThat is not what I did.â
âYeah, it is!â
âWellââhe nipped your jaw, hand slyly making its own path up to your breast, which he stroked open-palmed so that you rocked your hips against hisââI promise not to be virtuous at all for the nextâŠâ He glanced at his watch. âThree hours.â
âThree hours?â
âWhat can I say,â he shrugged. âIâm a people pleaser. Itâs my curse.â
-
Suffice to say, by the time 10:00 oâclock rolled around and you and Tyler made your way down so you could settle up the room with Carol, you were feeling like a million bucks. Not even a full spa day could have infused you with this much energy.
There was a pep in your step, a smile plastered to your face, and when Carol said, âHappy holidays! It was nice having you with us!â you were so smug that you slipped the tip in her hand and said, âThank you, Carol, you sure made it sunny!â
Tyler cackled, but tried to do it subtly. (And failed.)
Right on the money, the snow had stopped falling during the night. Itâd be a white Christmas, all right, but you should be able to drive home safely and arrive in time for lunch.
Tyler loaded your suitcase into your car, gallant as ever.
âSo,â he said.
âSo.â
You exchanged shy glances, which was new for you. Youâd never had reason to feel shy around Tyler before, but then, youâd had him inside you not too long ago and the memory of the things youâd done, the things youâd said, which you wouldnât admit even under threat of perjury, were enough to make you almost blush.
âWe should hit the road,â you said dumbly, schooling your features into an unbothered mask.
âYeah. Iâm sure the others have already made it to Ms. Carterâs farm.â
âWell⊠merry Christmas.â
âYeah, merry Christmas.â
You opened your door, settled into your seat. You were about to pull the door closed when Tyler stopped it, hand closed around the top.
âCan I call you, after the holidays?â
âSure.â
âOkay.â
âCool.â
âCool.â
He laughed. âWhoâs holding the hot potato now, you or me?â
âI think weâre sharing this one,â you replied.
âI donât mind that.â
âYeah,â you said, âneither do I.â
He smiled at you for a while, then closed your door and watched you drive off. You followed his movements in the rearview until your paths diverged, then turned up the radio.
âMerry Christmas Eve, one and all! Itâs a gorgeous one out thereâwe couldnât have asked for better weather. Hereâs one just for you. Iâm sure you know it, so sing along: itâs Dean Martin and itâs our âWinter Wonderland,â right here, in the heart of good olâ OklahomaâŠâ
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Gym 101
In which Valerie forces Danny to go workout with her
[ao3]
Characters: Danny & Valerie Warnings: None Wc: 2,230
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"You're not engaging your core, Danny. What do I keep telling you?" Valerie sighed and put down her weight. "You're going to fuck up your knees if you don't slow down and do this right."
"And I keep telling you I don't even know what that means!" Danny snapped, not for the first time this week and probably not the last.
When he told Valerie that he, Danny Fenton, was also Danny Phantom, Danny had been expecting Valerie to be so mad at him that she never wanted to speak to him again.
And, well, she had been that mad at him. Very mad, in fact. So pissed, that for a minute, Danny was worried she was going to blast him off her roof.
He hadn't stuck around long after that.
And while he was beginning to make himself comfortable in the campground called, "Valerie's Cold Shoulder," he barely had two days to settle in before she had seemingly decided that enough was enough.Â
Just before homeroom began, she strode to him in the hall, pulled him to the sideâliterally, she yanked him around the corner by his shirt sleeveâand demanded they start hitting the gym together.
"Because," Valerie had explained at his whining, and not patiently either, "I get that you have ghost powers, but your human half is such a twig. Seriously, Danny, do you know how much you're holding yourself back right now? If you actually tried strength training, I bet you'd level up pretty hardcore in ghost fights. Who knows? You might be able to train your reflexes to dodge one of Skulker's blasts from time to time."
And well, that bruise to both Danny's ghostly ego and his human teenage boy ego had been all he needed to agree to start working out with none other than his former rival turned ally, Valerie Gray.
"Stand up straight," Valerie ordered, pulling him back to his present world of pain.
He had no idea how Jazz and his mom liked doing this stuff. At the current moment, he was pretty sure the person who invented the concept of lifting weights was a giant masochist because there was simply no way in hell anyone throughout history would have ever said, "You know what sounds like the most fun thing ever? Let's take heavy objects, lift them, do a little movement, and then put them back down in the same spot we lifted them from!"
But apparently, he was the weirdo for not understanding why there was a dedicated fanbase of people who put a metal bar on their back, put some weights on the sides of the bar, squatted into a crouch, and then stood back up.
And repeated the process.
Again.
And again.
And again. Ten times, resting, and then ten more times.
Danny weakly stood, gripping the bar behind his shoulders like it was the only thing tethering his will to live to this plane of existence, and glared at Valerie through sweaty bangs. "Okay, standing. What next?"
"We godda fix your core."
"Be my guest," Danny said. He wasn't even sure if Valerie could fix something he'd never had to begin with, but if she truly wanted to, then...whatever. He'd lost by coming here, anyway.
Valerie scrutinized him as if he was some sort of science project that wasn't quite working out how she'd hoped. Which, thinking about it for a moment, he figured that was probably exactly what he was to Valerie.Â
Then, without warning, she put her hand on his stomach.
Now, Phantom was largely considered a very suave and cool hero. Well, maybe Sam and Tucker would disagree, and sure there was a whole TikTok tag dedicated to videos of him falling into random objects, but still. There were enough random people around who would agree that Phantom was at least somewhat socially sufficient.
But Fenton on the other hand was very much not. He was an awkward, goofy teen. He wasn't popular, and he didn't exactly have a lot of girls fawning over him at every turn.
Which was why Valerie, his former girlfriend who maybe he still had some deeply buried feelings for, touching him so casually was setting off all sorts of alarm bells in his brain.
"...got it?" Valerie was saying.
Certainly, she had said something.
Something that Danny was supposed to be listening to.
Oh, shit.Â
"Uh..." Danny tried to re-circuit his brain.
"Here, follow my lead. Okay? Breathe," she said. "Good. Now, tighten your abs."
Danny tried his best to follow.
"No, see, you're sucking in. Tightening your abs doesn't mean sucking in. It's like, okay, think of it this way. Try hardening your abs into a brick wall. Like, squeeze them together. Nowâyeah, like that. Now, can you try adding your side and lower back into that brick wall too?"
"Try adding what?"
The corners of Valerie's lip twitched up. "The sides of your stomach? You have abs there too. And there are muscles in your lower back. That's all part of your core too. Remember what I said about your core's job to keep your body stable? Those muscles are all important for that."
"Valerie, I think you're really overestimating how in shape I am. I didn't even know there was more than one ab muscle, much less that there were abs on the sides of my body."
"Well, you have them, ghost boy."
"Doesn't help much if I can't feel them."
Valerie rolled her eyes. "Well, just try your best."
"Yes, Ma'am." Danny did his best to follow her lead while also struggling to ignore the fact that her hand was still on his stomach.Â
He was so glad Tucker wasn't here to see his face. He could only hope that Valerie had come to the conclusion that the redness he could feel burning from his cheeks was proof that he was way more out of shape than she thought he was. That was still pretty embarrassing, and likely not even all wrong, but he would take it over the truth.
"Okay, now reset your shoulders. Stop hunching so much," she said.
"But the bar feels weird," Danny defended.
"Yeah, yeah, you'll get used to it. Stop looking down so much. You want your spine to be straight."
"I know."Â
Half of what Valerie had been telling him for the past week was to straighten his spine. He couldn't help it if his back was a visual representation of his many years of late-night gaming.Â
"Okay, now squat down." She leaned forward, and her dark eyes were just inches from his own. "Noâlook at me the whole time. Don't drop your eyes to your feet."
Oh, his face was burning burning now.
He slowly lowered his body, focusing on staying balanced as best as he could. Having a bar on his back was still a new sensation, and Valerie was refusing to let him load any weight onto it. Apparently, everyone started from an empty bar until they got the hang of the motion. Danny wasn't sure if that was something Valerie was just saying to be nice to him, or if that was actually true.Â
He did try asking, and she just got offended that he would dare think so low of her that she would lie about something gym-related, and then she told him to stop screwing around and focus on the exercise.
So, it was fifty-fifty at this point.
"Keep going down," Valerie instructed, stepping back and thankfully removing her hand from him in the process.
Seriously, that had been the longest several seconds of his entire life and half-life combined.
"But I thought you weren't supposed to go past ninety degrees or something?" Danny asked from his invisible chair-like position in his squat.
"No, that's a lie. I think they just tell that to people who have butt-wink or bad mobility or something."
"The hell is butt-wink? See, now I just think you're making stuff up."
"I'm not! It's actually something you're doing right now." Valerie pointed at him in the mirror. "See how your pelvis is tucking in and curving your lower back? That's butt-wink." She moved to stand next to him and lowered down in a squat. "See my lower back? It's straight. This is how you want to be."
Danny wasn't aware that working out would just give him more things to be self-conscious about. He tried to straighten his lower back, but it was almost impossible to do so without feeling like he was going to fall on his ass. "Okay, then how do I fix that?"
"Well, I'm not exactly a doctor, so I'm sure it could be caused by a few different things. But the most common one I've heard is that butt wink happens when your core is shit. But it could also just as likely be an ankle and hip flexibility issue too."
Danny rolled his eyes. "As we've established, my core is shit. And I'm not flexible at all. "
"Yeah, I know," Valerie lamented. "I can't believe you've been fighting as Phantom for all these years and you haven't gone to the gym even once. Isn't Sam really into working out or something? Why didn't you ask to be her gym buddy?"
"Because I value my life." Danny paused. "My half-life, whatever. Tucker worked out with her once to prepare for the President's fitness test they did freshmen year, and I didn't stop hearing about it for months. She's ruthless."
"You know what, I believe that."
"Yup," Danny grunted, lowering to do another squat.
Two down, about five million more to go.
People actually enjoyed lifting weights? They came to the gym willingly? As in, of their own volition?
They seriously sweated and lifted heavy objects in a room surrounded by a bunch of equally sweaty, smelly strangers who were lifting other objects?Â
And they thought it was fun?
That seemed absurd.
Valerie scrunched her nose at him.
"What?" Danny asked, his voice teetering past the line between speaking normally and whining, but he was far too exhausted to care. "Why are you looking at me like that? What am I doing wrong now?"
"No, it's justâ" Valerie tilted her head. "Try widening your stance more. And maybe try pointing your toes out a little bit. That should help with your form. I mean, ideally, your ankle mobility would be better, but given it's pretty shit right now, this might be the best fix."
"God, I'm hopeless. Just give me the word and I'll leave."
"Oh, stop. You're not hopeless. You just need to stretch more. And train more."
Danny shuffled his feet and bent down into another squat. Having a wider stand did make the squat feel easier, but he wasn't about to admit that to her. "No, I am definitely hopeless. It'll be a blow to my ego, but I think I can emotionally recover if I leave the gym right now."
Valerie punched his arm, though it had no real power to it. She'd long since stopped legitimately trying to hurt him.Â
Nevertheless, he would have sooner let Skulker capture him than pass up an opportunity to verbally torment Valerie. "Wow, I can't believe my ally is trying to beat me up and murder me in public. Especially while I'm trying to better myself in the gym."
"Oh, shut up." Although she tried to look angry, Danny could see the corners of her lips quirk into a smile. "Alright, your form is looking a lot better. It's still not perfect, but it's way better than when we started."
"Thank god."
"Maybe in a few weeks we can start adding plates."
A few weeks?
He must have let his internal expression show, because she once again snapped with, "It's normal for people to only squat the bar when they first start. It's way more important to get proper form than to lift heavy. You see that guy over there?"
She nodded across the room at a man doing chest presses. He was using weights that Danny could only dream of, pumping them up and down with a confidence that Danny was sure rivaled even Dash.
So the man looked alright to Danny, but apparently, that was the wrong conclusion to come to, if Valerie's critical eye was any judge.
"See how his elbows are basically straight out from his body? And see how he's not extending his arms all the way when he presses? He's rushing through the exercise. It's bad form, and while it may feel cool to lift heavy, bulky weights, if you can't even do the exercise properly, you just end up looking like a fool." She turned back to him. "Remember, you're in a gym. That means you're surrounded by people who have been doing this shit for years. Trust me when I say you're not going to impress anyone by rushing through the exercises to try to look cool."
"Aye-aye, captain."
It wasn't like he was going to impress anyone with the way he was wobbling while attempting to squat the naked bar, anyway.
"Alright, that's enough of a rest, I think. This time, let's actually do eight reps."
"Literal torture."
"Keep the whining up, and I might just call my blaster out."
Danny could see it in her eyes that she wasn't joking.
And so, he began.
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summary: when a creepy fan gets too touchy with Skye in a meet and greet, she starts to see him everywhere and you're not too sure if it's true or if she's just stressed from work.
warning/s: mentions of substance abuse, mental illness and poor mental health, stalkers and just the general gist of everything bad that happens in the film.
author's note: okay so this was long overdue but itâs finally written and will be two parts, just something that came to me a few weeks ago. Hope you like it!! itâs set around the same time in the film, before Skyeâs comeback tour, but there's no smile demon, and itâs loosely based around what happens in the film but not exactly that (it will make sense when you read it lol, enjoy!)
"Do I look okay?"
I hummed, half listening to Skye, unable to tear my eyes from my laptop.
"It's not too casual? I didn't feel like dressing up today," she continued. "Especially because I'll have to dress up after and it's just too much, y'know?"
"Uh huh," I agreed, admittedly still looking at my laptop screen.
"You're not even listening."
"If I wasn't listening, I wouldn't be replying," I answered, scrolling through a spreadsheet.
There was a pause and then I let out a yelp when a cushion hit me in the face. I moved my hair from my eyes as I looked up in the direction it came from, realising Skye had thrown it. She was stood in front of a mirror, arms crossed and looking at me with disapproval.
"What was that for?" I asked with raised brows.
"You're ignoring me," she said with a frown, before dragging her feet towards me and flopping on the couch.
I sighed, looking over at her apologetically. "I'm sorry, I've just gotta sort this damn spreadsheet. One of the interns got into and saved over the top of it and now March doesn't have any content planned."
"First world problems right there," she said sarcastically.
I gave her a knowing look. "That's your social media content calendar in case you forgot. Do you want fans to come to your tour or not?"
At this, she began to chuckle, sitting up straight. "Okay, sorry. Sounds annoying. But still. Do I look okay?"
I rolled my eyes playfully before setting my laptop down on the coffee table and taking an actual look at her. She was wearing a long sleeved jumper with a pair of jeans. Unlike her usual eccentric outfits, this was toned down, though her jewellery was still more than an average person would wear, as expected from her.
"You look beautiful, Skye," I reassured her with a smile, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. "Very comfortable."
She relaxed, a smile creeping on her lips. "Thanks. That's all I wanted to hear."
I chuckled before kissing her hand and letting go. "Shouldn't you be going now anyway? Your meet and greet starts in ten."
We were at a charity event where she was holding a meet and greet and then performing for free afterwards. I was with her to support her as her girlfriend but also for work as her social media specialist.
"Yeah, I'm going," she said with a wave of her hand before standing up. "You coming?"
I shook my head as I grabbed my laptop and got comfortable on the couch again. "I've gotta sort this and do some other bits, but Tara is with your mum and Joshua to get some content for your Instagram."
Tara was a member of my team who I managed, and the one who would handle the in-person content for behind the scenes stuff, like meet and greets.
"Okay, good luck with all this," she said, motioning to my laptop, before flashing me a hopeful smile. "See you after?"
I nodded in agreement, glancing up at her. "See you then."
And with that, she left for her meet and greet whilst I got back to work.
I wasn't expecting anything to go wrong â it was a simple meet and greet, one Skye had done many times â but then I got a call from Tara.
"Hey, Tara, what's up?" I asked, balancing my phone between my shoulder and cheek as I worked at the same time.
"Hey," she said quietly and distractedly. "Erm, there's been a little incident."
I paused. "Incident? What sort of incident?"
There was some chatting in the background, but she must have moved away from it as it faded. "It's Skye. There was a fan who got a little too touchy. He started saying some weird things and wouldn't let go of her and security had to escort him out."
I furrowed my brows, concerned for Skye's wellbeing. "What? Is she okay? Is she hurt?"
"I think she's okay, but she seems shaken," Tara explained sympathetically. "I thought I'd call you to let you know. Mrs. Riley said not to butâ wellâ it seemed like you should know, Y/N."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at the mention of Elizabeth, Skye's mother and manager. I'd known Skye as a friend for a few years and we'd been dating for the past year which meant I'd experienced her mother's unconventional style of parenting firsthand. I'd never seen eye to eye with her, but acted civil as she was technically my employer. But now, as Skye's girlfriend, it only gave me more to clash with her about.
"Thanks, Tara, I appreciate you calling me," I said gratefully. "Is she still with you? Skye, I mean?"
"She finished a few minutes ago, left to go get ready for the show. She should be on her way to you now."
I exhaled deeply. "Alright. Thanks. I'll check in. Speak later."
She said her goodbyes and all I could do was wait for Skye to return. She'd been through a lot over the past year, with her recovery and recording a new album and now preparing for the tour... a lot. And she was heavily overworked and the last thing she needed was a creep making her feel uncomfortable.
Eventually I heard the door to the dressing room opening and stood up, seeing her return.
"Hey, darling," I said softly, approaching her. "Tara called and told me what happened."
She frowned, glancing at me, saying nothing. It broke my heart and I couldn't help but pull her in for a hug, wrapping my arms around her tightly. She returned the gesture, hiding her face in my shoulder.
"I'm sorry it happened," I said quietly, rubbing her back.
"He really creeped me the fuck out," she admitted, trembling.
"It's disgusting, people like that," I said with a scowl. "I'm sorry you had to experience it. But security dealt with it, right? He's gone?"
She nodded.
"Good." I pulled back to get a better read of her expression. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay to do the show? You don't have to. They'll understand."
She sighed, looking down and rubbing her forehead. "I'll be okay. I can't cancel just because of one little hiccup."
I shook my head, taking her hands and intertwining our fingers. "It wasn't a hiccup, Skye. You were assaulted. That's a lot. You can have a break if you need it."
"It's okay," she reassured, swallowing thickly and looking up to meet my gaze with her dark eyes. "I'm okay. I just needed a minute. But you're here and I'm here and everything's okay again."
"Skyeâ"
"Please," she cut me off abruptly, before breathing out slowly. "I don't wanna talk about it anymore."
I hesitated, not liking when she did this. She'd always push down her true feelings if it interfered with work, and it never sat right with me. But she also never listened when I pointed it out.
"Okay," I gave in reluctantly. "If you're sure you can do it."
She offered me a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I can."
I chewed my lip as she let go of my hands and walked further into the room, heading straight for the mini fridge. When she pulled out a bottle of water and began to chug it like it was the last drink on earth, I knew she was compartmentalising. One of her coping mechanisms after rehab was to drink water when she felt like having an actual drink, and this was no different.
But as usual, she got her way and the show went on without a hitch. Any mention of the creepy fan was no more and everybody moved on, including her.
At least, until a few days later.
We'd just gone out for some lunch together, making the most of one of the rare moments she had free, and were walking around to stretch our legs when she froze suddenly.
I stopped walking, noticing she had, and looked to her. "You good?"
She blinked, eyes fixed ahead with a sense of panic. "It's him."
I quirked a brow, looking ahead to see what she was looking at. "Him? Him who?"
Her hand on my arm tightened slightly. "From the meet and greet. The fan."
I rested my hand on hers as I looked again, eyes searching the pedestrians ahead. There was a group of people crossing the street, some others hanging by a hot dog stand and some more just idly walking by. But I couldn't see anyone who was acting suspicious or paying much attention to Skye, especially not someone who matched the description security had told me about.
"Skye, I can't see him," I said carefully, glancing back at her. "Are you sureâ?"
"He's right there!" she exclaimed, stepping back shakily and tugging me with her. "He's right fucking there!"
I looked again, still not able to see him, but a few passers-by were certainly paying attention now. Worried someone may recognise her and that it could make everything worse, I grabbed her hand and began pulling her away.
"Okay, c'mon, let's go," I said quickly, leading her away from that side of the street and around the corner.
We took refuge under a flower shop's canopy and she started to glance over her shoulder, paranoid, hugging herself with discomfort. I frowned and placed a hand on her arm, rubbing it gently.
"I'll call the driver to pick us up," I said, already pulling out my phone to get her out of here.
She nodded, leaning into my side, and I hugged her with my free hand as I made the call. Once it was arranged, she exhaled shakily but didn't step back.
"You didn't see him, did you?" she asked quietly, half embarrassed and half upset.
I shook my head, glancing around once more. "No. But I believe you, Skye. If you say you saw him, you did."
She sighed, saying nothing else. I didn't let go of her until the driver arrived and took us back to her place. When I tried to speak to her about it, she didn't have much to say and it only worried me further.
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It happened again, at the end of the week. I thought we'd heard the last of her crazed fan, but apparently not. I was working from home at my place when Skye called me in a frenzy.
"Hey, darling," I answered, smiling at the sight of her caller ID.
"I need you to come over," she said in a rushed tone, sounding distressed. "Please, Y/N."
My smile faded. "What? What's wrong, Skye?"
"I fucking saw him," she said with a broken voice.
I straightened up, pushing my laptop to the side. "What?"
"The fan, he was there, outside my building," she explained. "He's fucking following me, Y/N, I know he is! I saw him there when I came home and he's fucking there and I don't know what to do. Please, come here, I need you."
"Okay, I'm coming, don't worry," I said quickly, noticing she was getting worked up. "Did you tell reception? Security?"
"Yes, but they say they can't find him and I know what I fucking saw," she replied with a frustrated voice.
"Okay, stay in your apartment and lock the door, I'm on my way," I promised, worrying.
"Okay, please hurry," she muttered.
I quickly got ready before making a beeline straight for Skye's apartment. All I could think about was how stressed out this whole thing was making her. I believed her, I did, but why hadn't he been noticed by someone else by now?
Before I headed straight up, I spoke to the receptionist and security team downstairs in her building, but they claimed there was no sight of the fan, nor anyone who seemed suspicious. That certainly didn't help with my unease and I knew it would only worsen things with Skye.
When I headed up, I knocked first to let her know it was me before letting myself in with the spare key she gave me.
"Skye?" I called out, locking the door behind me.
"In my room!" she called back.
I took my shoes off before going to her bedroom, opening the door to see her sitting on her bed, duvet pulled around her like a safety blanket.
"Hey," I said softly, stepping in and closing the door behind me.
She opened her duvet slightly, hinting for me to get in, so I crawled in beside her and leaned back against the headboard. She attached herself to my side, holding me tight with a pout on her face, trembling ever so slightly. I held her close, kissing the top of her head.
"I spoke to security and reception on the way up," I started gently. "There's no immediate threat. You're safe here."
"I told you, I know what I saw," she muttered rigidly into my chest.
"I'm not doubting that," I spoke, choosing my words carefully. "But... are you sure it's the same guy? Not a lookalike? I know you've been stressed out andâ"
Suddenly she pulled away from me, fixing me with a teary glare. "Fuck you."
Realising I'd definitely not said the right thing, I turned to face her and rested my hand on hers. "No, wait, I just wanna make sure, Skye, that's all." She sucked up a breath and wiped away a tear as she glared at the door. "Hey, I just want to make sure," I repeated, eyes flickering over her face with concern.
She swallowed hard, jaw tensed as she looked to me. "I know it's him. I couldn't forget. He's scaring me on purpose."
I nodded slowly, believing she thought she was seeing him. But I couldn't be certain he was actually there. Still, I couldn't say that without her pushing me away, so I said nothing.
"Stay tonight," she said quietly, looking down at my hand on hers and playing with it mindlessly. "Please. I don't wanna be alone."
"I will," I promised, noticing her fatigue. "Have you slept, Skye? You look tired."
She scoffed. "It's hard to sleep when I've got a fucking stalker."
"You're safe here," I reminded her, before squeezing her hand. "Have a nap, c'mon."
She sighed deeply before giving in with a nod, lying down, head in my lap, which was her signal for me to play with her hair. I pushed her blonde hair from her eyes, stroking it gently how she liked. She let out a relaxing breath as I did, eyes fluttering closed.
"I want my security increased," she spoke after a moment, half asleep. "Please."
I hummed, finding her hand under the duvet with my free one and holding it. "I'll talk to your mum about it."
She nodded and fell quiet once more, eventually dozing off. Meanwhile, I tried to think of what we could do because clearly the issue wasn't resolving itself.
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As promised, I made it my priority to speak to her mother about her security. Elizabeth Riley wasn't my favourite person, but I had to remind myself that we still had the same thing in common: Skye's safety.
So, whilst Skye was stuck in rehearsals at her dance studio, I went on a search for her mother. Thankfully, Elizabeth never strayed too far from her daughter when it came to work, so it didn't take me long to find her chatting to her assistant, Joshua, in one of the hallways around the building.
Approaching them, I stopped between them and watched as their conversation came to a halt when they noticed me.
"Y/N, hey," Joshua greeted with a warm smile. "It's good to see you."
I returned his smile. "You too, Joshua. Sorry to interrupt. I was actually hoping I could have a quick chat with Elizabeth?"
My eyes fell to the older woman, who glanced at Joshua with a knowing nod before looking to me with a small smile.
"Sure thing, Y/N," she said nonchalantly, before adding to Joshua, "Get that merch order rectified, Joshua, thanks."
Joshua nodded obediently before flashing me another smile and leaving us be. I watched him leave and looked back to Elizabeth with a serious expression.
"What did you need?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice. I didn't blame her, since we rarely went out of our way to interact unless necessary.
"It's about Skye," I spoke quietly, in an urgent tone. "You know the whole thing that happened with that crazy fan at her meet and greet last week? It really freaked her out."
"Yes, I know, I was there," she said dismissively. "It was a lot, but it was taken care of. Nobody's seen the guy since. Clearly security scared him off."
I ignored her dismissal and responded, "Skye thinks she's seen him this week."
She lifted a brow, skeptical. "Thinks?"
"She's seen him," I corrected myself, realising how it sounded. "When we were out for lunch. And again, yesterday, outside of her apartment building."
She hummed, crossing her arms thoughtfully. "And did he approach her?" I shook my head, and she continued, "Did you see him?"
"Well, no," I answered, a little sheepish, "but she's really upset. And understandably so." I straightened up, meeting Elizabeth's stern gaze. "She wants more security. She's being stalked."
Definitely not reacting how I expected to, she sighed deeply like this was a minor inconvenience at most. "Y/N, if she's the only one who's seen him, she might be seeing things."
"With all due respectâ"
"Skye is stressed out right now," she cut me off, adamant. "There's lots to worry about with her comeback tour. I love her, but she's got a lot to balance and that unfortunate encounter at her meet and greet may have startled her. If nobody else has seen him, you included, how likely is it that he's there?"
I pressed my lips together firmly, unsure how else to respond. Admittedly, a small part of me could see where she was coming from and I hated it.
"Her security team is great as it is," she finished decisively. "I don't think she needs more."
I swallowed thickly, feeling a little helpless, especially as I imagined telling Skye her mother's response. "She's really scared, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth motioned to me casually. "Let her know she's okay then. That's what you're there for, isn't it?"
And just like that, I was reminded why I heavily disliked her.
"She's safe, Y/N," she told me with a knowing look. "There's no stalker. My daughter is just tired. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work."
I clenched my jaw slightly as she walked away without a care in the world. Or, at least not for her daughter.
Dreading what was to come with Skye, I tried to distract myself with my own work, finding a spare table and chair to sit at with my laptop. I wasn't sure what I was going to tell her, but it definitely couldn't be that her mum didn't believe her.
After her rehearsals were over, she found me at my laptop, still sweaty as if she'd come straight to me before showering.
"Hey," she called out, making me look up.
She sat at the edge of the table and looked down to me.
"Hey, Skye," I greeted with a smile, trying my very best to hide my nerves. "How were rehearsals?"
"Alright," she answered with a shrug, wiping her face with her sweat towel.
"And your back?" I asked considerately. "You didn't overdo it, did you?"
She rolled her eyes playfully. "No, I didn't. You don't have to ask every time you know."
I gave her a knowing look, since she definitely knew that I did. After she pushed herself too hard at rehearsals a month ago and was stuck recovering for a few days after, ice pack glued to her back, I couldn't let her do it again.
"I took it easy," she promised, pushing herself off the table.
Believing her, I nodded and let it go.
"Did you talk to my mum about my security?" she asked after a moment, and I internally panicked.
Buying myself a few more seconds, I stood up to look at her properly, though the hesitation was still there. Enough for her to notice anyway.
"She doesn't believe me," she said instantly, expression hardening. "Of course she fucking doesn't."
"No, that's not it," I found myself saying without thinking. "She just... thinks you have enough security already, that's all."
She clenched her jaw and looked away, but her frustration was still present in the way she squeezed her sweat towel into a fist.
"Skye, you're safe," I tried to reassure her, taking her hand and feeling her grip on the towel loosen. "Everybody is looking out for you. And if anyone dares get too close, they'll know about it."
She didn't speak, her head clearly running a mile a minute. She had a faraway look in her eye that concerned me, so I lowered my head to meet her gaze.
"Hey, I'll stay with you at your place," I said softly. "Until you feel at ease. I don't mind."
Her eyes flickered between mine, unreadable, then she nodded. "Alright. I should shower. See you after."
I opened my mouth to respond, but she already let go of my hand and walked away, not in the best of moods. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair, knowing I could have handled that better.
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"...no, I want the one with chocolate in it."
I glanced at Skye with an amused smile. "Seriously? You told me you hate the one with chocolate in it. You said it always melts on your fingers when you're eating it."
She scoffed playfully, picking up the trail mix packet from the shelf. "Yeah, but the two minutes where it doesn't melt is my favourite."
I sighed as I grabbed the one without chocolate in it. "Yeah, and then you'll just take mine and I'll be left with the melted one."
"What's your point?"
I quirked a brow as she stared at me, waiting for an expiation. Letting out a quiet laugh, I rolled my eyes and nudged her slightly before taking the trail mix from her hand.
"Fine, idiot, let's pay," I said, realising some things just wouldn't change with Skye. And as much as I pretended to hate it, I didn't.
She grinned with satisfaction before the two of us went to the front of the convenience store, joining the short queue at the till.
"Wanna walk back to your place or call the driver?" I asked Skye as we stepped forward.
She glanced outside the shop window, probably looking at the weather. "It's not too bad out. Let's walk."
I hummed in agreement, patiently waiting until we reached the front of the queue. As I was paying for the few bits we picked up, including the trail mix I would definitely not get to eat, Skye was already walking outside to wait for me, lingering.
"Oh, can I get this gum too, sorry?" I said quickly, before the order went through, taking some gum off the display stand.
The cashier nodded and was putting it through the till when we both heard shouting from outside the shop. I furrowed my brows, looking out the window, only to widen my eyes when I realised it was Skye. She looked like she was yelling at someone in the distance, but I couldn't be sure.
"Shit," I muttered to myself, before tapping my card quickly, paying.
"Do you want your recâ"
"No, it's fine, thanks," I said quickly, grabbing the bag before almost tripping over my own feet as I left the store.
"...I'll call the police, you psycho!" Skye was shouting across the street, earning judgemental looks off several bystanders.
"Skye!" I exclaimed, standing in front of her and holding her shoulders to get her attention. "What are you doing?"
She was trembling as she glared ahead, and I tried to follow her stare to see who she was yelling at, but other than the confused pedestrians staring at us, there was nobody.
"Hey, what?" I asked worriedly, looking back to her and searching her watery gaze.
Her eyes met mine, terrified. "It's fucking him."
I swallowed thickly, realising she was still talking about this stalker who only she ever seemed to see.
"I fucking saw him," she repeated, looking across the street again.
I frowned, rubbing her arms gently before feeling eyes on us. People were starting to put two and two together, no doubt recognising Skye, so I quickly laced our fingers together and led her away.
"C'mon, let's get you home," I told her calmly, but inside I was extremely concerned for her wellbeing.
She didn't speak, though her eyes were darting around, paranoid. When we reached her apartment building, I gave a heads up to the security there before leading her up to her apartment and settling on the couch with her.
She was leaning on my shoulder for comfort, my arm wrapped around her as I tried to find the right words. But there was no way to say it without making her feel like I was ignoring her.
"Skye," I started gently, softly. "Do you think that, maybe, you might be imagining this fan?"
She tensed up before pulling back slightly, fixing me with a glare. "You think I'm crazy?"
I widened my eyes slightly. "No, no, not at all! But I justâ" I paused, trying to express my thoughts better without upsetting her further. "I haven't seen him. Nobody has, except you. And it was a scary thing what happened at the meet and greetâ"
"You weren't even fucking there," she cut me off with a scowl, hurt in her expression as she stood up.
"I know," I said with a sigh, before standing up too. "I just mean, you've been working very hard and not getting enough rest and maybe you'reâ"
"Fuck you," she interrupted, gaze running over me with irritation. "You don't believe me."
I frowned. "Skyeâ"
"No," she snapped. "You think I'm fucking hallucinating!"
I winced at her words. "That's notâ"
"Get out," she decided, crossing her arms sternly.
I stepped forward in an attempt to make amends. "Skyeâ"
"Now!" she shouted.
Swallowing hard, I let out a disappointed sigh. This was the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen. Especially because she looked so hurt and betrayed and I'd never been on the receiving end of that before, not from her.
"I'm sorry," I muttered. "I'm just worried."
"About the wrong thing," she retorted, avoiding looking at me.
I closed my eyes, internally kicking myself, before reluctantly leaving her apartment.
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Maniac || Rafe Cameron x reader
summary: sheâs dancing in the kitchen while Rafeâs falling in love
word count: 1.7k
warnings: 18+ smut
authorâs note: inspired loosely by Macklemoreâs âManiacâ
He's laughing now, low and attractive, his pearly teeth on display. His crossed arms bounce against his chest as it rumbles. From the radio sat on the counter, music bounces through the expanse of the kitchen.
"I am not dancing with you."
"C'mon! Get over yourself, Cameron!"
Warm, lemon yellow light slowly creeps across the white kitchen walls, and it makes her hair flash a rich golden color as she twirls through the sunbeams.
Rafe remembers exactly when he fell in love with her because it was a moment similar to this one. She's half dressed, dancing in the kitchen in her tube socks. Her hair is a mess, falling out of the already sloppy bun it's been thrown in, and he's not even sure she's wearing anything under the billowy mass of his shirt. The buttons are misaligned and he's half hoping it will fall further down her shoulder just so he can prove his theory.
God, does she get on his nerves. "Of you? Or looking like an idiot?" Rafe braces himself against the countertop, his lean body relaxed.
Right now he's just content to watch her, socked feet sliding against the white kitchen tile as she does what he has to admit is a fairly decent impression of the moonwalk. Thankfully he doesn't speak too soon because she stumbles over her own feet at the end, catching herself just before she hits the floor.
Rafe just shakes his head, blue eyes shining with a light that only she can put in them. "You're a maniac." His heart hurts. He wishes this wasn't so complicated.
Rafe met (y/n) through Topper, his best friend since grade school. Consequently, Topper was also (y/n)'s older brother. Now, he wants to make this point clear, he never set out to fuck his best friend's kid sister. Shit just happens. He had always liked her, of course, but everyone did. She didn't rat out anything they did at parties, and she was always down to hang out and do... other things. His favorite of those things being the time they had sex in the backseat of Topper's jeep. They'd emerged an hour later, faces hot and clothes rumpled, and returned back to the party as if nothing happened.
Rafe is sure Topper knows he's doing less than decent things with his little sister â they did leave his car reeking of sex for the whole next week â but for the most part, they keep whatever is between them under wraps. She says it's because she doesn't want to hurt her brother if things go south. Rafe knows it's because she's seventeen and doesn't want to commit to anything she doesn't have to.
"We aren't dating, Rafe. You know that."
He's just proposed that they go with Kelce and his girlfriend to the golf club tomorrow.
"Bullshit," he laughs, grinning from ear to ear. She was bad for him, her and her flighty indecisiveness, but so were a lot of other things he did. Rafe figured there were worse things that could kill him.
"You'll get over me eventually. I promise."
He's really grinning now because he knows she's all talk. "Sure," he relents, playing along for the sake of the conversation. "And when I don't?"
She's rolling her eyes now but still smiling as he takes her hand and twirls her around, her toes twirling delicately across the kitchen floor. "You're just like my brother. You'll find another Sarah Cameron and move on with your life."
He actually scoffs at that. "I'd rather not think about the things your brother does to my sister."
"I'm sure Top feels the same way," she refutes, sidling closer to Rafe until they're nearly pressed chest to chest. The collar of the shirt has slidden off her shoulder, well below her collarbone, and still there's no bra strap in sight. He swallows, a hand sliding up the back of her bare thigh to cup the curve of her backside and pull her closer to him.
She must notice his tentativeness because she offers him a cheeky look, cupping her hand over his own. "No need to be shy. If you're going to touch me then get going with it."
Rafe's blue eyes flit to hers, and the corner of his mouth quirks up into a shy smile, as if he's been caught contemplating and she read his mind. His other hand glides up her shirt, reveling at the warmth of her skin before sliding home. The bud of her breast pebbles under the swipe of his thumb and she shivers.
"What's wrong with being shy?" he mumbles, his head ducking to mouth at the cavern of her collarbone. Her body is warm and impossibly alive in his hands. There are often times like this one that he cannot fathom the fact that like him, she is a living, breathing person. He can feel her heart thumping under the weight of his palm, almost unbearably alive.
The tent in his pants must betray him because she laughs. "Rafe Cameron, you have never been shy a day in your life." Her hips grind up into his and he muffles a groan into her skin. He would say she knows him too well but really there's no hiding what's happening in his pants.
His fingers tug down at her shirt as he cranes his neck lower to mouth at the tender swell of her breast. A pleased sound escapes her. Before she can grip him through his shorts, he swiftly grabs her wrist, placing it instead on his waist. "Later," he huffs. His dick can wait.
When her hand again slips past the waistband of his boxer, his teeth catch her skin, reprimanding her. "Later, dammit," Rafe scolds, but there's no bite to his voice. He's smiling again as he kisses the welp better. His hands are on her waist, thumbs digging in below her hipbones to pull her body into his. Her fingers are in his hair, tickling his scalp and making him sigh into her skin. Rafe smoothes his tongue over the hickey forming on the top of her breast, making sure to attend to the other side as well.
With her hands still in his hair, Rafe drops to his knees on the kitchen tile. He is very, very pleased to find that she is not wearing panties. Narrowing his blue eyes, he shoots her a knowing glare. "You're nothing but trouble, kid."
Her hands tangled in his hair push his head back down. "You sound like you're trying to catch a case calling me that."
Rafe laughs at her impatience. At first he had been painfully aware of their three year age gap. She was Topper's litter sister for god's sake â practically a baby when he was a senior in high school. That number has faded over the years but it doesn't mean he doesn't like to tease her.
Grinning, his nose drags along the tan of her bikini line. She smells like sun tan oil and something he can't quite place. He would like to linger a while longer to figure it out but he's afraid she'll get too impatient with him.
Palms griping the backs of her thighs, he licks through her folds. The contact makes her body jump, but her fingers tighten as much as they can in his cropped hair, forcing his face closer. He just knows his jaw is going to ache tomorrow. Is it actually good head if it doesn't? He doesn't think so.
Rafe drags his tongue up to her clit before sucking at it. She squeaks at this, legs quivering beside his head. Just when he thinks she's going to lose her balance, she thankfully grabs on to the counter behind her before they both topple to the floor.
"Holy..." she begins, but doesn't even finish her sentence.
Grunting, Rafe has to force his wide shoulders in between her knees to keep them open as he laps at her. His tongue dips further into her, causing his nose to nudge her clit each time his mouth explores her further.
Eventually he becomes more insistent with his actions, lapping at her clit until she's whimpering, sensitive to the point that he doesn't know if she's more keen on shoving his head towards her or pushing it away. She comes with a cry, squirming in his hands as his tongue finishes the job properly.
"Oh god, I love you. Please. Fuck, you'reâ Right there."
Rafe pulls away just a fraction to breathe. "What'd you say?"
He's sure she can still feel his hot breath against her weeping cunt. There's arousal leaking down her thighs and he can feel it dripping down from his chin to his neck.
Panting, her cheeks are flushed as she looks down at him, but he has a feeling it's not from him. "What?" she stammers. "Nothing."
He grins cheshire-like up at her. His hands rub the backs of her thighs soothingly before squeezing her calfs. "You said the "L" word," he accuses.
Her eyes widen in realization. "No. No, I didn't," she protests.
Rafe rises to his feet, hands trailing up her body as his smile grows wider. She's trapped between his body and the counter and has no choice but to try and dodge him as he tries to catch her eyes. "What was it?" He taunts, laughing. "Say it again, baby?"
She tries to cover her face with her hands but with Rafe's overpowering strength, the attempt is useless. Even hiding halfway behind her arms, he can tell she's smiling. "I didn't! I didn't say anything!"
"C'mon! Baby. Baby, look at me." Rafe pulls her her rigid arms away from her face and holds them out to either side of her head. "Hey, I said look at me."
Leveling his gaze with her, they lock eyes for a moment, neither saying anything. Although her expression is fairly calm, if not a little pensive, he can tell sheâs searching his face for a reaction. Timidly, he presses his lips to hers, stealing a chaste kiss before pulling away again.
âI love you too.â
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Hypnotic | Chanyeol
Chanyeol x Reader, bffs to lovers au! Word count: 2469 Genre: smut Author: maari Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! Sex without condom (don't do this at home), fingering and oral (f receiving), sex in the pool, big dick energy, we have a tiny voyeurism. This is pure filthy. Note: I swear I'm trying to improve my smuts, they look so much better in my head lol and also, you guys were reading my mind because I've been wanting to write the sequel for a while. Can be read as a standalone but of course I'm gonna recommend you to read the part 1. Request: so a few months back I requested a Chanyeol fic with a innocent reader and I was hoping if you could make a part two to it the fic is call sexual fantasyâs â«· Exo Masterlist
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Chanyeol and Y/N ran their hands over each other's bodies truthfully, while she took the opportunity to scratch his back covered by the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing, Chanyeol had his torso pressed against hers on the mattress and his indecisive hands took turns between grab the back of her head or chin.
Their kiss was desperate and quick, as if the world was about to end and they only had that moment for their hungry lips to meet and at the same time, to make up for lost time.
They couldn't waste a single minute.
Y/N felt her lips numb, she had no idea how long they had been there savoring each other's taste but she didn't want to stop, and Chanyeol felt the air running out of his lungs but all he did was press his body even more against her.
The atmosphere in the room was hot, that was exactly how they both felt, as if they were in a fire and everything seemed to explode quickly when Y/N's bold hands invaded inside his shirt, caressing and scratching his hot skin.
It was enough for Chanyeol to break the kiss by biting her bottom lip eagerly, pulling towards him in a way that made her hiss, he pulled away when he released her lip and pressed their foreheads together, his panting breath hitting Y/'s face, who only opened her eyes to let herself be mesmerized by the image of Chanyeol so close to her.
âNaughty.â he laughed softly, making her entire body shiver.
âStill think Iâm innocent?â she asked, breathless.
She saw him open his eyes and raise his eyebrow.
âI donât know, Iâm still confused.â Y/N narrowed her eyes and before she could retort his large hand found her soaked panties, the only response she could give was rolling her eyes before closing them and swallowing a moan.
She felt her entire face heat up and lost the image of Chanyeol smiling dirtily at her.It was impossible to control the force as her body brushed against his palm. He was touching her in the most superficial way and yet he already had her completely in his hand, literally.
But all that bubble of excitement for what was to come was interrupted by the ringing of Chanyeol's phone, she opened her eyes at the same moment and looked pleadingly at him, who just continued smiling and took his phone out of his pocket with his other hand, answering it.
"Hey." He managed to keep his voice at a normal tone but Y/N had to bring both hands to her mouth to muffle the sound of her moaning when he stuck two fingers inside her. "What am I doing?" His eyes had a gleam of amusement and Y/N pressed her lips together when he began to move his fingers slowly inside her. âTaking care of a really bad girl.â She opened her eyes wide and he winked at her, then laughed while still moving his fingers inside her hot, wet flesh. âOf course itâs Zzar Iâm talking about, Sehun-ah.â
Y/N felt her whole face heat up with embarrassment as her legs shook and she wriggled her toes, Chanyeol had long fingers that were reaching a spot she wanted but without increasing the speed, it bordered on torture.
It was the perfect punishment.
"What now?" he stopped moving his fingers and Y/N complained softly, watching him carefully. Chanyeol took a deep breath. âOkay, Iâll be right there.â
He removed his fingers from her and Y/N felt a gigantic cold, as well as frustration, as soon as he turned off the phone she took her hands away from her mouth. She was breathing so heavily that she drew his eyes to her.
"What?" Y/N's voice came out with no strength and practically no sound.
âI'm going to have to go to the studio.â he said angrily.
"Now?" she spoke a little louder, in disbelief, resting her elbows on the bed.
He smirked and got up from the bed, adjusting his pants, Y/N's eyes focused on the visible erection and she felt her mouth water.
Chanyeol walked over to her and bent down so he could speak close to her ear, which gave her goosebumps before his voice even came out.
âDonât you dare leave, we still have a lot to do.â
Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine and bit her lip to contain her wide smile, she looked at him and nodded. Even if she wanted to leave, she didn't have the strength in her legs to do so.
She didn't need any other promise from Chanyeol, because as soon as he left the room, he stopped at the door and took the fingers that were previously inside her to his mouth, savoring what he had collected and let out a loud grunt that caused Y/N's panties to become even wetter and rub against her legs to create some kind of friction.
Torture would be waiting for him to come back because even though she could use her own fingers again, she knew it wouldn't be enough.
[...]
Y/N felt anxiety take over her body, she was sweating cold but her body felt warm. How was that possible?
The panties were still wet and even though it had only been an hour since Chanyeol had left, it felt like an eternity, she looked like she would climb the walls at any moment. She needed his fingers again to finish what she had started, she needed more than that actually. A lot more.
When she heard the door of the house open, she ran over there, seemed completely desperate? Yes, but she didn't care.
Chanyeol entered and as soon as he saw her anxiously in front of him, he smiled, closing the door and locking it again.
Although she wanted to ask something naughty or directly if they were going to finish what they had started soon because the soaked pussy was starting to frustrate her, she couldn't. Not when his eyes seemed focused on her like prey.
"Come with me." he said and grabbed her hand before dropping his keys and phone haphazardly on the couch.
Y/N let herself be led to the back of the house and frowned when he took her to the edge of the pool, but she became even more confused when he started taking off his clothes right there.
Not that she would complain, but she was curious to know what was going on in his mind.
Chanyeol was left in just his underwear and was practically eaten by Y/N's watchful eyes. She had seen photos of him without a shirt before, the same ones that the entire internet had seen, but in person it was much better.
All she wanted was to scratch his broad shoulders.
âAre you just going to watch?â he raised an eyebrow when he saw her biting her lip hard and she looked at him. âWonât you want to come in?â
He entered the pool and purposely moaned when the cold water dominated his body. He continued looking at her as he moved away from the edge, he wanted to find some sign of giving up but he didn't see it in her eyes.
Quite the opposite in fact, Y/N smiled lightly and took off Chanyeol's hoodie in one quick movement, her body shivered from the low temperature of the night and also from the way Chanyeol observed her body from top to bottom, he looked as mesmerized as she was.
And Y/N wasn't going to lie, it was making her feel powerful.
Y/N's underwear, although simple, was also delicate, in a pastel tone she looked really innocent. She entered the pool so slowly and without taking her eyes off him that Chanyeol couldn't take his attention away from her.
However, as soon as she approached him, all that slow provocation evaporated into thin air when he pulled her by the waist so they could start a quick and desperate kiss, her hands automatically went to his shoulders, the kiss was eager and almost sloppy. Tongues and tastes mixed as if they wanted to be one.
Chanyeol's hands pressed on Y/N's waist, who understood the message and wrapped her legs around his waist, unable to contain herself, she began to rub her hips against his while Chanyeol walked to the edge so he could lean her there.
There wasn't a single part of their bodies that weren't touching and even that wasn't enough, the heavy breathing and stolen air wasn't a concern for either of them.
Chanyeol broke the kiss and before Y/N could start a new one, he lifted her by the waist until she sat on the edge, feeling the excitement in her belly and knowing what she would see next, she just let him pull her panties away with his hand.
Without wasting time, he eagerly brought his mouth to her pussy, Y/N just sighed softly as she grabbed his hair and closed her eyes, feeling his tongue deftly roam the entire length of her flesh.
He sucked her greedily, his tongue pressed on the right spots and Y/N felt her strength drain away with each lick of him, all she could do was plead in a suffering whisper while she pulled his hair.
But he had no intention of stopping, so he placed his hand on her navel and made her lie down on the floor, put her legs over his shoulder and went back to eating her with the insatiable hunger he felt for her.
Y/N felt her body tremble and heat up at the same time, the sensation he was taking to her lower abdomen was so delicious that she had nothing to do but beg him to go faster, her heart was beating hard and she felt that could cum at any minute.
However, Chanyeol didn't want to end her pleasure so quickly, this was just the beginning, there was no need to rush it. That's why he alternated the speed of his tongue, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly.
Her moans and the sound her wet pussy made every time his tongue licked her were music to his ears, and even though his cock was pulsing to be inside her, he didn't want to stop.
Y/N moaned a little louder when she felt his fingers enter her pussy while his tongue lingered on her clit, she felt like she was about to explode and pressed her thighs against his face.
It all became too much for her to handle the moment he spoke against her pussy.
âCum in my mouth, baby girl.â
It was enough for her to come undone and obey him, cumming violently while moaning for a long time.
"Good girl." he spoke as he drank every drop of her pleasure, causing her body's involuntary spasms to only increase.
Y/N took a deep breath, without strength in her legs and looked at him as he took his face from between her legs, licking his lips, he had a lust on his face that made her pussy throb even more.
He got out of the pool, wet and with his erection visible, after putting her panties in place and Y/N considered sucking him right there, but he held out his hand so she could get up and she did.
Without having anything to say, they kissed again, Y/N feeling her own taste in his mouth, and then they walked blindly back into the house without worrying about getting the floor wet.
âHave you given up swimming in the pool?â she asked between the kiss as she felt his hands run all over her body.
"I want you in my bed." he replied and started kissing her neck, distributing bites. âWe can fuck in the pool another day.â
Y/N smiled mischievously at the idea of being together again in such a carnal way, after all that was what she always wanted.
He took her to the bedroom and the rest of the wet clothes they were still wearing fell along the way on the floor, Y/N brought her hands to scratch his back as she felt his teeth penetrate her skin.
Chanyeol lay on top of her, placing his hands on her thighs so that she lifted her legs towards his waist. They both moaned at the shallow contact of their hot hips.
He pulled his face away to look at her firmly and intensely.
âAre you sure this is what you want?â he asked quietly, seeing her nod.
âFuck me, Park.â
He smiled evilly, held his dick to line up at her entrance and penetrated at once, firm and hard, making her moan loudly and grab his back as she lost the air in her lungs.
Y/N wanted to see his face fucking her up close but she couldn't as her eyes rolled back in pleasure and she closed them tightly feeling him enter her as deep as no one else had done. He seemed to tear her apart from the inside and her pussy contracted internally, causing him to moan against her ear.
He kept the rhythm steady and deep, she was so hot it was driving him crazy and irrational, he was moving in and out of her like an animal just to hear her moan beautifully beneath him.
Y/N took her hands to his ass and squeezed, she wanted it even deeper as if she could make him go even deeper inside her, Chanyeol then took his hands to her waist and pinned her against the mattress and started thrusting even deeper, Y/N's moans only increased as did the speed at which he entered and exited her.
She begged him with disjointed sentences, her voice barely came out as he grunted hoarsely and the sounds that their hips made in that sensual and carnal dance was making the room even more erotic.
But it was only when he took a finger to her clitoris and applied the right pressure, following the same speed as his hips, that Y/N moaned loudly and then came. Chanyeol kept thrusting, making her hypersensitive, until he reached his own climax, which didn't take long.
He fell on top of her, breathing heavily as she ran out of strength, hands falling to her sides as she swallowed hard, trying to recover.
Chanyeol got out of her and lay down next to her, taking his hand to gently caress Y/N's face, who opened her eyes to look at him with a genuine smile.
âCatch your breath because Iâm not done yet.â he said, smiling widely.
"Great, me either."
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OMG ISTG I JUST REREAD LIKE ALL OF YOUR FICS I'M GOING SGSJDGDJHFJDY
Your writing. I swear. It's so good. Like when I read any other alastor x reader fic I have this nasty voice in the back of my head going 'He wouldn't do this'. THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN HERE
You are a genius. (Thabk you for speepy Alastor coming from an insomniac is good praise, no?)
My personal favourites are
a. Either of the sleepy Alastoe fics (obviously)
b. Dry bed. Istg the writing in that.. Augh
Could you do a part two to Dry bed? Maybe they just wake up (Together!!!) and awkwardly get their way down to breakfast. Then they simply avoid each other all day, not talking, but still stealing glances at each other when the other isn't looking. Then reader finds Alastor chilling on the hotel roof the following night and they TALK about it. And figure things out.
Omg thabk you for listening to my rant I hope you are doing well byeeee
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P. S. You and your fics are my new hyperfixation
hello!!!!! in general sorry yall for my absence, finals are literally next week so it Will happen again
im so glad u like my depiction of alastor hes literally so annoying to write... a dry bed is honestly probably one of if not THE fave fic ive written (though might be a tie with mourning dove) so i hope part ii does it a bit of justice (,: i kind of deviated from ur request at the beginning (they dont wake up together >_<) but otherwise i hope u enjoy! hopefully its not too obvious i kind of rushed it
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A Warm Bed
(sequel to A Dry Bed)
Alastor x Reader (hurt/comfort, fluff) TW: none really, alastor is probs ooc but who cares
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It felt a little bit too cold when you woke up, but you couldnât immediately find a reason why. Your eyes squinted open, facing the curtains that were drawn just enough to where a peek of the morning light rudely shone against your face. You turned over with a dissatisfied groan.
Peering at the empty bed beside you, you stared blankly as wheels began to turn in your mind. It only took a few seconds to remember the previous night, and your face quickly warned as you hissed in a breath through clenched teeth, wrists coming up and rubbing your eyes with a sense of dismay.
Man, what were you thinking. You felt a strong mixture of regret and embarrassment but also⊠you felt lonely. The strong, strange affection from Alastor the previous night directly compared to him disappearing and leaving you alone in the morning made you feel all the more cold. The room also had an uncomfortable silence to it, but at the same time too loud with the hum of your ceiling fan.
Whatever, you feigned indifference to yourself and lifted yourself from your mattress, legs dangling over the side of your bed for a few moments, allowing yourself to get a quick stretch in before sliding on some comfortable slippers while you went to your restroom, protecting your feet against the cold tile.
You quickly freshened up, pulling on some comfortable loungewear before leaving your hotel room and walking down the long corridor that led to the steps. Maybe it was just your current mood, but the ambience was too quiet and uncomfortable.
Your spirits slowly lifted as you made your way down the steps, and you could hear the faint clashing of kitchen tools being dropped and thrown, alongside unintelligible and arguing voices, one doubtlessly being Vaggie trying to tameâor, no, threatenâthe chaos.
The air, at the very least, smelled good despite the racquet. Though you were in Hell, the food was still appetizingâeven if you werenât exactly sure what it was half the time.
You mustâve made it just in time, as right when you turned the corner you nearly hit your head against Charlieâs shoulder as she rounded the same corner. You tripped over each other for a moment before she ultimately steadied you with a hand and a breezy laugh.
"Good morning! I was just about to tell everyone breakfast was readyâŠâ You smiled at her gesture. Every morning she tried to host some sort of typical continental style breakfast that was standard for most hotelsâthat is if Nifftyâs behavior permitted a successful morningâand the quality was usually higher than what you remembered in your time alive. Of course, you were dealing with the Princess of Hell, who obviously wouldnât want anything mediocre for her treasured guests.
âThank you,â was all you could offer in return before she passed you, doubtlessly to gently announce the food to the other guests. There had been an increase in residents lately, so you werenât shocked at the piles of delicious looking food that met your eyes when you stepped into the kitchen. You could practically imagine sparkles dancing around the fluffy pancakes and still sizzling pans of various breakfast meats.
You helped yourself to a meal, carefully stepping around the growing crowd of other guests, who all, for the most part, seemed a little aggravated at being woken up but nonetheless pleased at the free meal.
A brief hush filled the room as the air seemed to get just a bit heavier, more ominous, alongside the new presence of a prickling against your skin. You didnât have to look up, nor did you even want to look up, to know who the culprit of such a suffocated atmosphere was; you knew him well enough.
The kitchen slowly came back to life, albeit a bit stiffer and with quieter conversation. You kept your eyes glued to your plate of food as you made your way towards the dining area. As you passed through the entrance, out of your peripheral you saw the large, looming figure of the demon you had become unnaturally attached to. You didnât look up or even acknowledge him, pretending to just not notice, but you could swear you felt his red gaze burning a hole in your skin.
A few minutes passed after you sat down before Alastor joined you, sitting in his unofficial assigned seat. The only difference was he didnât scoot his chair nearly as close as usual, as well as the way his body was turned just slightly so that his back was facing you. Not enough to be noticed by other people, but just enough for youâthough, maybe you were just overanalyzing things?âto notice how he was pointedly uninviting you from any interactions with him.
Why even bother coming to breakfast, you thought coldly to yourself, deciding to just feel mad about it instead of stewing in your own self-hate and regret. You had already spent all morning feeling stupid for the night before. Itâs not like you even eat this shit. Go eat a dead deer or something.
Your fork poked aggressively against the food on your plate, head propped up against a fist as you mindlessly scooted the food around in a pool of syrup. You hoped to convey some sense of hatred to the demon next to you as you jammed a fluffy bite of pancake into your mouthâoh, thatâs so good, your spirits were lifted just a bit as the slightly sweet and buttery pancake touched your tongue.
A hand touched your back, and you jolted in surprise. Naturally your eyes first went to Alastor next to you, thinking maybe he was finally over himself, but he had his hands folded on the table in front of him as he watched another table argue over something probably meaningless. Maybe youâre crazy, but did you see his eyes flick to your just as you looked away? You shook off the idea.
Vaggie sat to your right, and was currently eyeing you with a hint of concern in her eye. You shrugged off her hand as politely as possible before smiling at her with a raised eyebrow, trying to play it off with an âIâm alright.â
âPeople that are âalrightâ donât usually have some personal vendetta against a plate of breakfast food,â She said in a low voice, trying to keep your conversation private, particularly from a certain set of prying, fluffy red ears. âYou know you have friends here. Especially Charlie.â
âReally, Iâm all good, just⊠long morning,â You did your best to wave away her worries again, suddenly feeling a little childish. From the way she spoke, you would think she was talking to someone going through something seriousâyou were just having some guy problems.
It seemed to work well enough, because after looking at you for a few more beats she raised her hand and turned away, picking up a conversation with her girlfriend. You sat in your spot for a few more minutes, but the growing anxiety from silently and awkwardly sitting next to Alastor, sifting through so many racing thoughts and doubts, gnawed at your stomach. You finally stood up and excused yourself with a thank you and left the room.
You had no specific place to be, so you just wandered into the lobby and slumped against a couch. You briefly wondered where Angel was; he was surprisingly good at listening to romantic troubles, though honestly you probably wouldnât divulge your whole âthingâ with Alastor. That would probably meet no welcomed response.
You must have dozed off, because the sudden sound of raised voices startled your eyes open. Arguments and general anger were commonplace here, so you werenât particularly shocked to find Vaggie and Angel Dust going at it about something regarding his behavior and the Hotelâa recurring theme in their conversations. Vaggieâs words fell on deaf ears as Angel tutted at her words with a waving and dismissive hand.
âIâm sure ninety percent of these guests would love to have a pieceâa me!â He said, taking long strides across the room as he fixed up his chest fluff with two hands. He leaned his hip against the large chair that, much to your dismay, sat Alastor, his grin tightening as Angel approached. His eyes narrowed suspiciously as the spider laid his torso across the head of the chair.
âEven this oneâŠâ Angel said with a pouty lilt in his voice, finger dragging up the embellishments as he tried to play flirty. Alastor clicked his tongue distastefully in response before he stood up, hands folding neatly across the top of his cane.
âNot quite to my taste, thank you!â He said, looking down at Angel with an ugly curl in his lip. Angel only huffed in response before slinking down the back of the chair and taking up the space where Alastor previously sat, leaving said demon just standing there.
Alastorâs eyes glanced at you, so brief that you honestly may have imagined it, before he simply hummed with closed eyes and melted into the ground, the shadow where he once stood inking across the carpet before finally coming to a rest⊠behind the couch where you were laying. You grimaced as you felt his presence manifest again, sending a ripple of that familiar prickle down your bare arms.
Was this going to be your eternity now? Playing some game of cat and mouse where you have to leave every room youâre in just because Alastor gets too close for comfort? You turned your head to try to get a look at him from the corner of your eye, but immediately looked away again when you saw he was already looking at you. You couldnât read his expression.
You sat up and thought for a few moments. Honestly, it was probably best to just go spend a depression day alone in your room. As pushy as Alastor could be, he wasnât typically the type to barge into rooms without invitation.
Slowly standing, you managed to avoid the attention of the couple of others in the roomâthough, realistically, none would care if they happened to see you leave; you were just on edge to everyone and everything. You quickly made your way up the stairs, frowning down at your feet as you walked. You shot a sideways glance at Alastor as you rounded a turn in the steps, finally meeting his gaze for a few seconds before your view was blocked by the wall.
You sighed as you found yourself in front of your hotel room, a heavy feeling making you suddenly choke up. You ushered yourself into the room before you embarrassed yourself by crying openly in the hallway, but the comforting solitude of your room as you leaned your back against the door to close it made it a bit easier to breathe.
After ensuring the door was locked, you went to stand at the edge of the bed, frowning down at the still unmade sheets. Thoughts of that tender night came to the front of your mind at full force, and you bit your lip anxiously. The warmth of his body against yours, the tangle of legs and soft touches of lips⊠was it all actually, in a cruel turn of reality, a fake expression of care from him? When you had finally begun to think you could read the affection on his faceâŠ
You settled into the soft mattress, uncomfortably aware of how big and cold it was. You were no stranger to sleeping alone by any means, but after finally experiencing the shared space with someone you loved, the contrast was stark and unwelcomed. You did your best to ignore it as you tucked yourself in, letting your eyes fall shut in a poor attempt to sleep away your worries.
Your attempts were unsuccessful, and an empty feeling of longing and despair in your stomach grew stronger with each hour that passed as you watched the red hue of the daylight sky turn darker. You felt both restless and tired at the same time, lacking any energy to actually do anything to pass the time.Â
It all proved to be counterintuitive to the whole âsleep your worries awayâ as the hours you spent just lying down only gave you ample opportunity to melt in your own thoughts as the memories of last night kept returning. Man, why did you have to kiss him? You unwittingly ignored the fact that he had also played a part in closing that gap between you; you were honestly just pinning the blame fully on yourself.
Finally sick of stewing in misery, you kicked off the heavy blanket and stood up. You needed some fresh air.Â
You tried to walk quickly with a fake sense of purpose so, in the odd chance you passed someone, they hopefully wouldnât ask about your absence all dayâyou were typically more present and friendly with everybody as you would often help Charlie with event organization. Lucky enough for you, you passed nobody on your way to the door that opened to some stairs up to the roof of the Hotel.
After a quick pace up the echoey, metal steps, you pushed open the large doors and greeted with a pleasantly cool rush of wind. It was still warm, of course, being Hell and all, but cooler than usual. You quietly closed the heavy doors behind you.
There was a spot on the roof you typically sat at during long, restless nights, and you turned the corner of the door before promptly backtracking and pressing yourself up against the metal door once again, jaw clenched in a mix of shock and anger.
Why the Hell was Alastor on the roof at your spot with your blanket that you had left up here on some previous night? Was he doing all this on purpose? Constantly getting all too close to you while simultaneously acting cool and indifferent towards your existence? Was this all just some sick game to him? Well⊠it is Alastor.
You peeked over the edge from where you hid to get a better look at him. He sat serenely with his back towards you, legs hanging over the edge of the roof. You couldnât see his expression, but his body waved just slightly, most likely to the tune of some song in his head. Despite all the frustration you felt in your soul towards him, looking at him under the blanket of a dark red sky with a sprinkling of stars⊠he still endeared you. Especially when he looked so harmless and relaxed.
Just as you were about to turn away again and find somewhere else to relax, he cleared his throat, stopping you before you could even move.
âItâs rude to stare,â He stated, projecting his voice just enough for you to hear the light humor in his voice. âYou seem like a stalker, darling!â
You straightened your shoulders before walking out from behind the wall, a frown on your face. You didnât walk any closerâGod forbid you accidentally do anything to hurt your relationship anymore, if that was even possible.
âI didnât mean to, I was just⊠surprised, thatâs all,â You reasoned, tapping your foot impatiently. âYou are kind of in my spot.â
He hummed, absently pointing at the surface around him. âI didnât see your name on it.âÂ
You couldnât really think of a response quickly, so you just stayed quiet, continuing to just stand in place a few meters away from Alastor.
He briefly put his hand down on the space next to him, patting twice in a vague invitation for you to join him. You thought for a brief moment before cautiously walking towards him, steps growing slower with each foot you got closer. He made no move to send you awayâin fact, he even started moving the blanket in a way to make the concrete just a bit more comfortable to sit on. He still didnât look at you.
Embarrassingly your hands had started to shake, which you realized when you reached your hand down to support your body as you lowered it to sit. You just hoped Alastor didnât notice. You let your legs fall over the ledge, swinging slightly next to Alastorâs. You didnât notice how he shifted his knee a bit closer to yours.
The two of you sat in silence under the still-darkening sky, and you couldnât decide if it was a comfortable or awkward silence. Alastor didnât seem to mind, so you tried to convince yourself it was comfortable despite the itching anxiety in your chest.
âIâm really sorry about last night,â You blurted out, unable to contain it anymore. Was it a bad idea to even bring it up? Maybe. But you felt that your relationship was already irreparably damaged so it couldnât hurt to at least apologize. You saw his eyes turn towards you out of your peripheral, and you were too ashamed to meet his look, instead opting to fiddle with a fray of the blanket edge.
âWhatever for?â He responded after an uncomfortably long pauseâthis stunned you. Fuck you mean âwhatever for?â Your head whipped up to look at him, brows furrowed.
You had spent all die scared that you ruined everything between you and Alastor, regretting everything that led up to last nightâs eventsâit didnât help that Alastor himself was also blatantly avoiding you. What the fuck is he acting so confused for?
Apparently you said that all out loud, as Alastorâs smile was growing more and more strained with each loud word that tumbled from your lips. You didnât even realize until you were done and catching your breath, but at this point you couldnât care less to apologize or feel bad about it. You folded your arms and fixated your eyes on some random pedestrian below as another long stretch of silence filled the air.
âYou confuse me,â He finally said, with a voice that lacked its usual radio tone. You didnât respond, so he continued. âI feel these alien emotions when Iâm near youâyou bewitch me. And I donât like it. I hate you for it.â
You couldnât control the slight slump in your shoulders and the sharp pang in your stomach that his words brought you. Hate.Â
âBut⊠I kill the demons I hate,â He said, looking away from you and up at the sky. âAnd I canât find myself wanting to kill you. That has to mean something, though Iâm really no man to figure it out myself.â
You cautiously returned your eyes back to him, shoulders curled forward as if to protect yourself against the blow of any harsh words. But, as he spoke, you felt that anxiety slowly lighten as you pieced together what he was trying to convey in his own strange way. Although, you werenât really sure what to say in response, filled with too many swarming emotionsâboth new and old.Â
Suddenly you looked at the space between the two of youâwas Alastorâs hand there just a minute ago? You looked up to try to get any hint of his goals; but, unsurprisingly, he remained unreadable. It was definitely safer to just ignore it.
Well, that got a lot harder when his pinkie finger stretched towards you just a bit, practically inviting you. You looked at his face one more time, swallowed your fear, and tenderly laid your hand down next to his. You moved it cautiously closer, just enough so that your pinkie touched his own. His lifted up and curled over yours, tightening in a way to bring the rest of your hand closer and enveloping it with his own. Your gaze was fixated on this exchange and you felt heat warm your cheeks and ears.
You both said nothing, but you thought the pounding in your ears would drown out any attempt.
Your attention finally broke from the hands that now clasped together between the two of you, turning up towards Alastor. You found that he had been looking at you with such an intensity it made you feel like an open book before him. His eyes had a slight glow to them now that the sky had fully darkenedâeyes that were usually so malicious and secretive seemed to now burn with what you could only assume was affection.
âI canât promise Iâll be a good man,â He finally broke the silence. His smile was small but strained, and his voice uncharacteristically quiet.Â
In response you shook your head with a breathless laugh, tightening your hand just slightly around his as you focused on the street below, watching the scattered presence of night owl demons.
âI probably couldnât promise the same, either,â You admitted, leaning back and stretching out your legs in the open air over the ledge of the roof. You froze momentarily when Alastor shifted a bit closer, his knee now barely knocking against yours.
He reached his hand out, fingers curling gingerly but firm over your chin and pulling your face closer to his. He examined your face for a moment, red eyes trailing over every curve of your features before settling back to look into your eyes.
âBut I can promise, cher,â The new name he referred to you as made the already present flush in your cheeks only intensify. âThat as long as you own whatâs left of my heart, no demon in Hell can keep you away from me. Not even you.â
His words were spoken almost like a threat in an ominously low tone, that heavy radio affliction dripping from his words. In his eyes was a sudden look of sinister intensity and devotion, something you had never even dreamed of seeing, especially from him and especially towards you. As menacing as the words seemed, you couldnât stop the wry smirk that inched up your lips, slightly smushed between his fingers that still firmly held your head in place.
âIâd like to see anyone try,â You responded in an attempt to match his energy. This seemed good enough for him, as his smile lifted for a moment as he released you from his grasp and faced forward again.
You yawned and stretched out your arms above your head, popping a few bones in your back before you stood. He followed suit, deftly touching his clothes with one hand to smooth any wrinkles or crooked buttonsâhis other was still holding your own.
He stepped closer, nearly pressed against you, when suddenly the atmosphere around you seemed to melt in a swirl of black before being replaced with the familiar decor of your hotel room. He gave you a light nudge and you fell back onto the bed.
After recuperating and settling, you watched him from your spot on the bed as he draped off his coat and slacks before joining you in the sheets. His body language was tense and unsure, but to your own pleasure the stiffness in his shoulders lightened just a bit when your hands tenderly rubbed against his skin.
The bed that was only hours before too big and too cold was now inviting with the warmth of Alastorâs body against your own, his scent filling your nose with every inhale as his hair brushed against your cheek. Every movement was a shaky blur as you were still filled with a sense of disbelief and maybe a little bit of adrenaline from the unexpected switch-up from him. The mattress dipped and creaked as he tried to make himself comfortable, which took an awkward few seconds, but after finally settling in you found yourself laid against his chest, fingers trailing down his skin.
Alastorâs own clawed fingers trailed through your hair and he hummed the quietest tune, lulling you further into an exhaustion that you didnât realize had been creeping up on you. You fell asleep to a comfort that you hoped you wouldnât have to spend another day in eternity without.
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The One That Got Away -2-
Characters: Reader, (Y/N), and nicknames babe(s). Jensen Ackles. Jared Padalecki. Misha Collins. Ruthie Connell. Rob Benedict. Osric Chau. Alexander Calvert. Briana Buckmaster. Eric Kripke. Lily (o.c) Abby (o.c) Brett (o.c)
Warnings: Drinking. Language. Angst. A smidgen of smut(not too graphic) Talk of blackmail, Talk of pregnancy loss, Cheating. Talks of past cheating.
Summary: You get pulled back into the magic of supernatural conventions and realize the love you once had is still there.
Word count: 6,275
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Part 1
Jensenâs P.o.V
Jensen watched you walk away in Ruthieâs arms. He turned to Jared and sighed. âExactly how much of that did you hear?â
âWell, I came in around blackmail. What the fuck is going on Ackles?â Jensen explained everything to him. Jared stood there in shock. âThatâs pretty much the same look (y/n) had on her face too.â
âSo, when you two told me you ended it because you were better as friends...â
âYes Jared. We lied to you. Hell, we lied to everyone. I didnât want to be painted fuckboy Ackles, and she didnât want everyone feeling sorry for her. So, we lied.â He said again. âIâm sorry Jared.â
Jared took a second to process everything. âWe tell each other everything. Why did you feel like you couldnât tell me this?â
âI. I donât know man. I think I was just too ashamed. I didnât want anyone to know.â
âWhere and when did this happen?â
âYou remember that party we went to right before the hiatus between season 7 and 8?â
âYeah⊠That was 2012, right?â Jared asked, trying to remember.
 Jensen nodded. â(y/n) had to leave early because the wreck, remember?â
âThatâs right. But to be honest I was really drunk, and it was a long time ago.â Jared shook his head. âWhat I donât get Jay. You were going to ask her to marry you the next day. I went with you to buy the ring. I donât see you throwing away everything you guys had drunk or not.â
âJared, I donât remember anything from that night. I remember dropping off at the airport. Next thing I know is Iâm waking up in a strangerâs bed naked.
âYou donât remember it at all?â
âNope.â Jensen gestured for them to go inside. âI tried Jared. I tried to find her during hiatus. She wouldnât return my phone calls. No one would tell me where she was. Then Kelsey called me telling me she was pregnant and started with the blackmail.
âDude again why didnât you tell me?â
Jensen sighed. âI didnât want her to have any more power than she already had. If she knew that you knew she could use me to get you to do whatever she wanted.â
âHow did she do it? Like what did she threaten you with?â Jared asked as they made their way to the elevator
âMedia mainly. Before she lost the baby, she threatened to go to everyone and anyone that would listen about how I knocked her up and left her and the baby. Then after, Iâd be the asshole that left the mother after just losing the baby. I was young and just starting out. I believed everything she said. You know how one dumb rumor can ruin someoneâs life or career. I just wish I would of went to my dad sooner.â
âI wish you would have told me, but I understand why you felt like you couldnât. Iâm sorry I should have known something was wrong.â He hit the call button
âJ.P Donât do that; you have nothing to be sorry for. You wouldnât of had a reason to doubt anything, from what I hear Iâm a pretty good actor.â He smiled. Jared let out a soft chuckle âbesides we canât change the past. We can only learn from it, move on, and try to repair the damage.â
âYea... At least she knows the truth now. Maybe you guys could get backâ
âIâm not.â
âJensen. I was going to say get back to being friends.
âI donât know Jared sheâs pretty hurt and didnât say much even after I told her.â
âGive her time to process everything. You might be surprised.â The doors opened and they walked through, hitting the button with their floor number.
âIâm not getting my hopes up.â Just then Jensenâs phone went off. It was a text from a number he didnât recognize. He raised his eyebrows as he read.
âWhat?!â Jared asked.
âJensen donât call Eric. Just think about it.â
âWell told ya you might be surprised.â
Readerâs P.o.V
You woke to a knock on your hotel door. âGo away!â you yelled.
âI have coffee.â You heard someone yell back.
âOk hold on.â You rubbed your temples trying to get the slight headache to stop as you sat up. You got up and looked in the mirror. You quickly ran a brush through your hair and splashed some cold water on your puffy eyes.
There was another knock. âCome on, itâs getting cold.â
âKeep your panties on.â you yelled as you walked to the door. âLily? What are you doing here? Howâs your dad?â you opened the door wider and stepped out of the way.
âMy dad is fine. Just a broken wrist.â She handed you a cup of coffee stepping through the doorway. You closed the door behind her. âThe truck not so much, but it could have been way worse.â
âWell, thatâs good. But what are you doing here?â
âRescuing you.â she said sitting down on the sofa.
âFor real?â
âYep, youâre off the hook babes. You can go home.â She looked up from her coffee. âWhatâs that look?â
âWhat look?â
âThat look. He got to you.â
âLily. Itâs not like that.â
âUgh I knew you coming here was a bad idea. I swear Iâm to kick.â
âLil. I have to tell you something.â You sat beside her and told her everything.Â
âOh my god.â
âI knowâ
âOh my god!â
âCan you say anything else?â
 âSo, he didnât love her.â
âApparently not.â
âI thought something felt off, but I just thought it was the energy from whatever happened between you two.â
âLily youâre not psychicâ
âBut I am psychic adjacent.â
You rolled your eyes. âThatâs not a thing.â
âWait. Not trying to be a Debbie downer here, but how do you know he wasnât lying?â
âHe wasnât lying.â you assured her.
âHow do.â
âBecause I know Lil.â She looked at you. âTrust me I know.â
âOh my god. So does this mean yâall are gonna get back together?â
You sighed. âLily, I canât.â she gave you a puzzled look. âdonât look at me like that you know why.â
âRight.â She took a drink of her coffee
âYou still love him...â
âDoesnât matter.â
Jensenâs P.o.V
As he waited to go through the curtain for the morning gold panel, he couldnât help but wonder if she would be sitting in her seat. He smiled at the thought.
âYou ready man?â Jared asked. He nodded. âLetâs go.â
They walked out on-stage waving and blowing kisses at the crowd. His eyes glanced down hoping to see her face. Nope damnit. The women sitting her sitting in (y/n)âs seat waved. He furrowed his brows but waved back. What the hell was Lily doing here. Did (y/n) leave?
âJensen you ready for questions?â
âYes, sorry. Need more coffee.â He said the cup in his hand with a smile, the audience laughed. âAlright, your blue hoodie.â
. She left and the only relationship you would have at this point would be professional. Come on Jensen head in the panel he thought
âJensen? You ok man? âJared asked nudging his arm
âYep. What was the question?â
Jared repeated it to him, and he did his best to answer it. As the minutes ticked by and the questions kept coming, he tried his best to stay focused. He managed it for most of the panel except when Jared got a question and his mind started to wander, but Jared knew what was going on, so he tried to keep Jensen engaged in conversation with his answers.
âAlright. Thank you, guys. We love you all. Take care.â They walked to the opening of the curtain. âOk how bad was it?â
âThe beginning was rocky, after you got out of your head it was bad at all.â Jared promised him. âYou gonna be, ok?â
âGonna have to be.âÂ
Jared sighed. âIs there anything I can do?â
Jensen smiled. âUnless you got a Jennie, not reallyâ
âSo, you boys have some time before your meet and greet. Yâall hungry?â
His whole body froze. She didnât leave.
Readerâs P.o.V
Jared spun around, â(y/n) we thought you left.â
You took a step back and raised your hands. âDo not pick me up Padalecki!â
He laughed. Jensen finally turned around.
Jared could feel the tension between the two of you. âletâs go get some grub.â He turned around and started walking. You and Jensen followed.
You and Jensen followed in awkward silence.
âSo have you thought about the part?â you asked Jensen
âYea. I think it would be fun. He is a complete dickhead though.â
âOh, a total scumbag, but.â
âYouâre really going to defend him?â
âI agreed with you.â
âWith a but.â
âBen is the character you love to hate. You know heâs fucked up and yet you find your self hoping he will do the right thing. Who knows maybe this whole asshole thing is just a front.â Jensen raised his eyebrows at you. âThe guy has ptsd, been tortured by the Russians for years, screwed over and used by Vought, screwed over by his own team and the woman that supposed loved him. I think if we got the right guy to play him, he could be a real fan favoriteâ You nudged into him.
âWhy do you have such a hard on for this character?â he asked as he opened the green room door for you.
You took a step, then turned to him âI guess I just have a thing for assholes.â Â You teased.
Jensenâs jaw dropped. âWow! That was a cheap shot.â
You walked to the fridge and pulled out 2 bottles of water, tossing one at Jensen. He caught it and took a drink.
âPlus, youâd look good super suit, Ackles.â You said laughing as you sat on the couch.
He chuckled and sat beside you laying his arm across the back of the couch behind you.
You heard the door open and looked up when you heard your nickname. âBabes! Youâre still here?!â Misha sat down on the other side of you. âAnd still wearing that Cowboys hat I see.â He flicked the bill of your baseball cap.
âBe careful Collins. If you hurt this hat I will hurt, you.â You pulled the bill back down and stroked it. âAnd yes, every game day.â
âIs that the one you stole?â Jensen chimed it.
âI did not steal it.â
âYes, you did. You came to grab me for a scene.â He winked at you âYou asked to borrow it because you didnât have a scrunchy.âÂ
âIâm still borrowing it.â
â10 years later?â Jensen raised his eyebrows.
âYep.â
He smiled and shook his head.
Before you could stop it, the memory was already replaying in your head.
Year 2008:
âWe gotta get back babe, Sgriccia said 25 minutes.â
âI donât want to.â You protested.
âTrust me. Iâd rather lay here with you like this.â He lifted the sheet for a peek âCome on just a couple of scenes and we will be right back here. Exactly like this.â He waggled his eyebrows making you smile.
âPromise?â
He smiled. âI promise.â He kissed you. He got up and picked your clothes up and laid them on the bed.
 You got dressed and looked in the mirror. Your hair was a wreck. âCan I borrow a hat?â
âA hat?â
âYes, someone made my hair all messy.â You pointed at him and mouthed the word you, making him laugh. âI donât have a brush or scrunchy to fix it and I know your ass has a million hats around here.â He handed you his new Dallas cowboyâs hat. âThank ya love.â He nodded with a smile.
âYou ready?â he asked holding out your coat for you.
âYep.â You put your arms in and turned to face him. He gave you one more kiss. âI love you, Ross.â
âI love you too baby.â
Jensen cleared his throat bringing you back. You looked at him, his eyes told you he was reminiscing as well. You shot up off the couch and awkwardly walked over to the fridge. You opened it and pretended to look for something.
âLook who I found.â Abby said walking through the door with Lily following her. âDid we plan a reunion this weekend?â
You smiled. âDonât even try to pretend like you donât love seeing our faces, Abigail.â She narrowed her eyes as you said her full name. you blew her a kiss with a dramatic mwah sound.
âHey, are you guys going to Robâs thing tonight?â Jared asked you walk
âWhat thing?â
âI guess Louden Swain is having a pop-up at the bar across the street tonight.â
âI donât know.â You looked over to Lily who was attempting puppy dog eyes with her bottom lip pouted. You sighed. âYou guys and youâre damn puppy eyes.â
Lilyâs face perked up. âIs that a, yes?â;
âYes.â You said walking toward the door âCome on boys. Meet and greet time. Jensen and Jared followed you. âYou too Lily?â you held your elbow out to her. She linked her arm in yours and you walked out the door.
You watch Jensen and Jared interact with their fans with a smile on your face. You felt someone nudge your arm. âHey there.â Osric said.
You smiled at him âWhatâs up Oz?â
âNothin. Hanging out.
âSounds fun.â
You look back at Jensen. He was watching you. His face was hard, and his brows scrunched together. You raised your hands and eyebrows in a what gesture.
âHeâs jealous.â Osric said.
âOh, shut up. He is not.â
âYou want me to prove it?â you rolled your eyes and Osric put his arm around you. You watched Jensenâs jaw clenched and his nostrils flared.
 âDonât piss him off. You shook off Osricâs arm. âBut why would he be jealous of you?â
âHe knows I had a thing for you back in the day.â
âSpeaking of things from back in the day.â You nodded your head towards Lily who was walking up carrying 2 carriers full of coffee cups. Osric smiled.
She sat down the 2 cup carriers she had in her arms and pulled out your coffee. âHere you go.â She said holding it out to you.
âLily you could ask for help ya know.â
âEh Iâm used to it, Oh, hey Osric. How are you?â
âIâm good. How are you?â
âGood, good.â The awkward tension made you cringe. He said, âHere, let me help youâ he picked up one of the carriers.
âSee ya around Babes.â He winked at you, and you nodded as they walked away.
Jensenâs face relaxed and you shook your head at him. His attention went back to his face, and you couldnât help but smile as you watched. He was so good to his fans. He smiled at you and your heart fluttered. Man, why did he have to go and fuck everything up? You stood there pondering how much different you life would be with him.
âSo, can I ask how the whole babe/babes thing started?â An unfamiliar voice made you jump. You looked over to find Alexander standing next to you.
âReally?! Nobodyâs told you the story?â
âNo. Everyone just says thatâs what weâve always called her.â
âHmm. Ok. So back in season 3 Jensen and I started dating, everyone kind of new, but nobody really pressed us about it. We wanted to stay professional on set and around our co-workers. One day Jensen let babe slip out on set. Padalecki and Beaver started calling me babe to mock him and it just kind of stuck. Next thing you know everyone was doing it.â
âHow long did you guysâ date?â
âAlmost 4 years.â
âSo, what happened?â
âWe were just better off as friends. I guess,â
âI call bullshit.â
âExcuse me?â
âIt seriously took you almost 4 years to realize you were better off as friends?â
âBabes.â Abby walked over to you âCan you take the boys out to lunch for me? I got something I have to take care of.â Abby grabbed you, you waved and Alex nodded as she drug you away.
âAm I gonna get paid for today?â
âPut it on my tab.â She smiled at you.
You made your way over to the table as the event ended. Â âYâall hungry?â
âStarving.â Jensen said and Jared nodded.
âWell come on. We are going out for lunch.â
âWhoâs we?â Jensen asked.
âYou, Jared, Lily, and me?â
âOk Iâll go.â
âI mean if you donât want to.â
âItâs not that. I just donât wanna be the third wheel to you and Osric.â
âReally Jensen?â
âWell, you looked pretty cozy a minute ago.â
You rolled your eyes. You motioned Lily and started walking toward the elevators. She met you on your way. âYou, ok?â
âJensen being Jensen.â you looked over your shoulder, the boys were a way back but following.
âSo, Lily, Youâre a cast p.a now?â Jared said trying to relieve the awkward tension in the air that lingered around the table.
âYeah, Itâs a lot of fun. So much better than a grip assistant.â
âYou gonna follow in (y/n)âs footsteps and become a writer?â
You smiled at her. âNo. I could never. I really donât know how she does it. Itâs amazing. I wish you could read her work right now. What she did with Soldier Boy was awesome.â
Jensenâs eyes snapped up to you and your smile faded. âYou wrote Soldier Boy?â he asked.
âI helped develop him for television.â His green eyes leered at you. âI did not create him myself.â
âHelped?â Lily continued âEric loved everything you suggested for him. She made him so good. Heâs a dick, but you got to love him.â
You sighed and went back to your plate. âHey Eric.â Your eyebrows raised when you heard Jensen say Ericâs name. âIâm good bud. How are you?â He laughed. You looked back up at him. Shit he was probably going to say no. You didnât think Eric would fire you over it, but it wasnât out of the question. âWell, you know I had to get woo-ed first.â He laughed again. âYeah, she is good at getting what she wants huh.â More laughter. âYes sir. Write me up a contract. Me and Frank will meet up with yâallâ He listened. âAlright man Iâll talk to you later⊠byeâ he hung up and put his phone back in his pocket. Your phone buzzed. You looked it and read the message.
Eric: Thank you!
You smiled as you turned the screen off and put your phone back on the table. The waitress came back over âCan I get you guys anything else?â she batted her eyes at Jensen, he flashed a smile at her. âNo darlinâ just the check.â You rolled your eyes as he winked at you.
You stepped up to the elevatorâs call button and pressed it. Jared and Jensen walked up as you waited. Jensen stood beside so close your arms were touching. The doors open and you start to walk but Jensen stopped you. âWeâll meet yâall up there. I have to talk to (y/n).â Lily looked at you and you nodded. The doors shut.
âWhat?â You asked but he stayed silent and then pressed the call button once Jared and Lily started going up. ââJensen. What do you want?â
The second set of doors opened, and He gestured you to go first. You got in and leaned against the back wall.
âYa know babes, Youâre pretty cute when youâre jealous.â He pushed the button for your floor and turned around.
âWhat?â
âThe waitress at lunch. I noticed your eye rolls and dirty looks.â
You sighed. âHave you ever heard the story about the kettle and pot?â
He gave you a flirty smile. Â âSo, what if I was?â He closed the space between you and slid his hands on your face, bringing his lips just inches away from yours. His eyes searching yours for a refusal, but you didnât give one. His lips captured yours in a passionate kiss. Electricity coursed through your veins. Before you could stop them, your arms wrapped around his neck deepen the kiss further. His arms found their way around your waist pulling you into him. The elevator dinged and reality set back in ending the kiss. Â He rested his forehead on yours.
âJensen.â you whimpered between pants.
âPlease donât ruin this.â
âIâm sorry I canât do this.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I canât.â
âJust tell me why and it will never come up again.
âIâm getting married.
 âBullshit. Padalecki would have told me.â He tilted his head to kiss you again
You pulled back. âJared doesnât know.â His eyes shot open.
âWhen?â Â
â5 weeks.â
âYouâre getting married in 5 weeks and you didnât invite Jared?â He asked, bringing his forehead back down to yours.
âFamily only. You know I never wanted a big wedding.â
His face scrunched in pain. âDo you still love me?â
âJensen...â you blinked back tears.
Your breath hitched as his hands smacked his palms against the wall. âJust answer the question!â He demanded.
You couldnât stop the tears any longer. You nudged him. He didnât move. âJensen Please.â
He stepped out of the way, and you walked off the elevator. Your phone started to ring on the way back to your room. Your phone started to ring. Fucking fantastic you thought as you saw the name.
âHey,â your voice cracked as you answered your phone.
âWhatâs wrong?â Brett asked.
âNothing.â
âEric just told me the news.â
âOh yeah?â
âCongrats. I didnât think youâd be able to actually pull it off babe.â
You hmphed. âWell thanks.â
âDonât take it like that. Hey gotta go Angela needs me.â
âOh of course.â The tears started again.
âDonât be like that. Sheâs, my boss.â
âAnd she totally has a thing for you.â
âYouâre Being crazy.â
âYep. Iâm the problem.â
âSeriously? I gotta go. Can we finish this later?â
âYep.â You hung up
âHey, what happened?â Lily asked as you opened the door.
âI donât wanna talk about it.â You threw his hat on your bed and headed for the bathroom.
Jensenâs P.o.V.
âThe answer was always going to be yes, J.pâ he said as they walked off the elevator. âI just wanted more time with her.â
âAnd did it help?â
âKind of yea.â
Jared rolled his eyes. âI guess in a fucked-up way. At least the truth is out now. Maybe yâall can work on being friends now.â
âI donât think it will ever be the way it was. He said as they started across the street.
âWell maybe you should try to find a new way to be friends with her.â They walked through the doors and the bar was packed. âI gotta pee. Iâll be right back.â Jensen pointed at the bar and Jared nodded.
Jensenâs eyes scanned the room for her, but she was nowhere to be found.
âSheâs not here yet.â He sat down on the barstool next to Ruthie. âBut she told me she was coming and sheâs not one to break her word.â She took a drink. âYou guys ok now?â
âHonestly Ruthie. I have no idea. I did something stupid.â
âWell, that doesnât surprise me.â she teased.
âOh, gee thanks.â He smiled.
âI was being malicious dear, just trying to say you do dumb shit when youâre in love.â
âDo you know?â Ruthieâs eyebrows creased, âIn 5 weeks.â
âYes, I know.â She sighed. âHeâs an arsehole. I wish she would see it.â
âReally?â
âI shouldnât be telling you this.â She took another drink. âWeâll blame it on the whiskey.â She winked at him. âI know you would treat her a million times better. Hell, she probably knows it. Sheâs just letting the past scare her.â He opened his mouth, but she put her hand up. âI know Jensen. But you will have o prove it to her.â He nodded.
Jared walked back up and their phones went off at the same time âThe cowboys won!!â Jared yelled, turning around. And leaning his back on the bar.
âFinally stopped that losing streak.â Jensen said as they bumped fists. âYou want a beer?â Jared nodded. Jensen go the bartenderâs attention â3 Coronas Please.â Jared gave him a puzzled look. âSheâll be here.â The bartender sat down the beers and Jensen handed him his card. âStart a tab.â The bartender nodded. âThank you.â
âDude.â
âYou can send me your half later.â
âThere she is.â Jared yelled and Jensen turned around on the stool. Damn she looked good. Tight jeans, white tee, He smiled when he saw she still had his hat on, but even with the makeup he could tell sheâd been crying.
âHow bout dem boys? Huh?â She smiled. âWhat are we drinking?â
âWhatever you want princess.â Jared teased.
âTequila.â She turned around. âBri. Come do a shot with me.â
âHell yea.â
âRuthie. You want one?â
âNot tonight boys. We have an early flight tomorrow.â She told them.
âIâll take Ruthieâsâ (y/n) said.
âIâll do a second one with her.â Bri said
Jensen raised his eyebrows. âYouâre gettin drink tonight huh?â
âIâm having fun tonight.â She smiled again
âAlright.â Jared counted. â6 shots of tequila please.â
The bartender brought over the shots with lime slices and a saltshaker.
Jared picked up the saltshaker âHands.â Jared said and licked his own hand. The three of them licked between their thumb and index finger, then held them up to Jared. He poured salt where they licked. âLimesâ he said as he handed them each a lime. âShots.â He handed each of them a glass and brought his into the center of them. They clinked their shot glasses together as they licked the salt and then took the shot.
âReady for another one?â Bri asked you
âYes maâam.â
Jared held out the saltshaker and the girls repeated the process. Jensen couldnât help but smile at the face she made when she took the lime out of her mouth. âStill not a fan of limes I see.â
âNo not really.â She confirmed.
âI gotta pee.â Bri grabbed (y/n)âs hand and drug her to the bathroom.
Jared turned to Jensen. âSheâs been crying.â
âI know Jared.â Jensen cleared his throat. âMy fault.â
âMaybe we should just lock you two in a room and let you scream it out.â
Jensen chuckled. âKeep buying Tequila shots and it will probably happen.â
âI donât know Ackles. Sheâs the happiest drunk Iâve ever seen. Might make the situation better.â Jared smiled deviously.
âWell judging by that smile, I guess we will find out.â
Readerâs P.o.V
âOk spill.â Bri said as the bathroom door shut.
âWhat?â
She tilted her head and squinted her eyes. âthe way you guys are looking at each other, ya know like you used to.â
âBri. Iâm supposed to be getting married in 5 weeks.â
âWhat?! You and Jensen. Oh my god final.â
âNo not Jensen. His name is Brett. He works with me on the boys.â
âOh. Why the supposed to be.â
âI don't know.â You told her about the conversation you had earlier today and the big fight you had before you came out. âWhen I told him I was going out with my supernatural friends, he lost his shit.â
âIf he doesnât make you happy. You need to call it off.â
âBut everything has already been paid for and its not bad all the time.â
âDo you really want to get married because everything has been paid for?â
âYou have a point.â
âLook just have fun with us tonight. Really let your hair down. You deserve fun. Tomorrow go home and hash it out with him. If you guys canât come to an understanding, Iâd say kick him to the curb. Deal?â
âDeal. Now go pee so we can go back to drinking.â She chuckled with you.
âAnother round of shots?â Jared asked as you walked up to them.
âMaybe we should slow down a bit J.p.â Jensen suggested.
âAw whatâs wrong cowboy? Canât handle your liquor anymore.â
He raised his eyebrow and gestured for another round. âAdd another one.â Jensen told Jared as Lily walked up.
âLily!!â You and Bri yelled together.
She smiled. âReally boys? I leave her alone with you for 5 minutes and sheâs taking tequila shots?â
âI am a grown up. and Iâve only had 2.
âBout to be 3.â Jared said turning around with the saltshaker. âHands.â
âCan we get a lemon slice please?â Jensen asked the bartender. He sat the shots down and got in the fridge.
âThank you.â You smiled.
The 5 of you repeated the took the shots and slammed the glasses on the bar.
âBri!â you heard someone yell.
âIâll be back.â Bri said and walked away.
You sat the deflated lemon slice on the counter. Leaning on the bar closer to him than you probably should have. âIs this for me?â You asked, pointing to the extra beer sitting by Jensenâs.
âYep.â He said and picked his up.
âWell thank you.â
âNo problem princess.â He teased and you squinted at him.
âHow much time before they come on?â Lily asked.
Jared looked at his watch. âAbout 45 minutes.â
â(y/n), letâs go play a songâ Lily said pointing at the fancy jukebox. You grabbed your beer and followed her.
âReally babe, Tequila shots?â she questioned you.
âYes, Tequila shots. Lily, I have had a rough week. I want to have a fun night with my friends. So quit being a buzzkill and have fun with me, please.â
âAlright.â She walked up to the bar. You started scrolling through the songs. Lily came back over holding 2 shots. Your jaw dropped. âLetâs have fun then.â You clicked the glasses and took the shot. You turned back to the jukebox as she took your glass and returned it back to the bar.
âYes!â you slid your card and tapped the song you wanted. You looked over at Jensen who smiled as soon as the music started. âHis eyes are cold and restâ You sang âAnd his wounds have almost healed.â His smile got bigger.
âAnd sheâd give half of Texas, just to change the way he feels.â Jared belted out making you laugh.
âShe knows his loves in Tulsa.â You yelled back at him. Making your way back over to the boys.
âAnd she knows heâs gonna go.â Â Jared said turning to you
âBut it ainât no women flesh and blood, itâs that damned old rodeo.â You and Jared sang loudly. Everybody laughed.
You turned to Jensen who was shaking his head. âWhatâs wrong Ackles, did you forget the words?â you teased him.
âNo, just not 4 shots deep yet, darlin.â
â4?â
âHer and Lily snuck one without us.â
Jared shook his head at you.
You smiled. âBetter catch up Padalecki.â
He looked over to Jensen. â2 more Jay.?â
âCome on Ross. Live a little.â Â You gave him a cheeky grin.
He chuckled âAlright letâs go.â Â He got the bartenderâs attention and held up 4 fingers.
âHello?â lily answered her phone. âYes, Brett sheâs right here hold on.â You rolled your eyes as she held her phone out to you.
You took it and put it to your ear. âHey. Hold on.â You turned and walked toward the door.
Jensenâs P.o.V
âWhoâs Brett?â Jared asked as he and Jensen sat their empty glasses down. Thank you for asking Jared. Jensen thought to himself.
âAnother writer on the show.â Lily said as she stepped up to the bar and ordered a drink.
âWhy is he calling your phone looking for (y/n)?â Jared asked clinking glasses with Jensen before they took the second shot.
âHe asked if she was ok. She wasnât answering her phone. She probably forgot it and didnât want to go back up.â
âMy tab.â Jensen told the bartender as he took Lilyâs drink and held it out to her.
âThanks Jay.â She said as she took it from him.
âNo problem.â He grabbed his beer.
âCome on Ackles. Letâs go play some music.â
Jensen nodded and followed Jared over to the jukebox.
âDid she mention this Brett guy to you?â he asked Jared as he slid his card in the card reader. He picked a song âYouâre up.â
âNo. Why would she?â Â Jared asked searching for the song he wanted. âNow You.â They switched spots.
âI donât know. It just seems odd.â He searched for her favorite. Jared rolled his eyes.
âYouâre over thinking it. you need to get out of that jealous ex-boyfriend headspace bro.â
âI know its just hard with her.â He makes the final choice. âDone.â
âJared!!â Mark yelled from one of the tables.
âIâll be right back.â
âIâll be at the bar.â
Jensen started back to his seat to find (y/n) sitting in it. âI think youâre in my seat little lady.â
She spun around to face him. âWell, ya know what they say about moving your feet.â
He narrowed his eyes. âYouâre lucky.â He stood beside her leaning on the bar.
She smiled. âOr youâre just yellow bellied.â
He laughed. âIâd watch that mouth.â
âOh, or what?â
âYou really donât wanna go there.â
She giggled. âSo tough.â He smirked and shook his head.
He leaned against the bar and took a drink of his beer. âSo, is everything alright? Lily said that Brett guy was worried about you.â
âWhat did she tell you?â
âJust that heâs another write for The Boys, you werenât answering your phone, so he got worried and called Lilyâs phone. Where is Lily anyway?â
âBathroom.â She took a drink. âEverything is fine.â
âYou know I know when youâre lying right?â Jensen asked and took a drink of his beer.
âIâm not lying we got into an argument, but everything is fine now.â
âAn argument about what?â She stayed silent. âOhh thatâs him. huh. The guy you are supposed to marry?â
âYea.â She sighed. âCan we not talk about it?â
âThought we were trying this whole friend thing out?â
âSo be my friend and drink with me. I wanna have fun. Make me forget my problems.â
âTheyâll still be there in the morning.â
âThen Iâll deal with them then.â She took the last drink of her beer. âOr I can just got get Bri.â She got the bartenderâs attention and pointed at her beer.
âAnother for you sir?â the bartender asked as he sat down (y/n)âs beer.
âYes, please and 2 more shots.â She smiled.
 âOh of course youâd play this song.â
He smiled. âMama told me, When I was young.â Her face lit up when he started singing, making his heart do a little flutter. "Come sit beside me, my only son, and listen closely to what I say, and if you do this it'll help you Some sunny day"
âStill got that pretty voice huh?â
âGuess so.â
The bartender sat the shots on the bar. âUh whatâs this?â Lily asked as she walked back up to you and Jensen. Jared was right behind her.
âThought yâall were going do one without us?â
She looked at him and giggled.
âAdd 2 more"
Readerâs P.o.V.
âCome on I wanna get a good spot.â Lily yelled.
Jensen grabbed your hand âfollow me.â you grabbed Lilyâs hand, and she grabbed Jaredâs arm. Jensen led you guys almost to the front. You stood next to him looking down at his hand still holding yours. âSorry.â He let it go.
You didnât know if it was your feelings or the 6 shots of tequila you had, but you felt kind of disappointed. You shook it off. The band came out and the crowd went crazy. You couldnât help but smile at Jensen as he cheered. Just as Rob started to sing some big muscle bond guy stepped in front of you. Blocking your view.
Then you felt his hands on your shoulders, pulling you in front of him so you could see. He dropped his hands, but you could feel him behind you. Lily came over wiggling her hips and singing along with the band. You downed the rest of your beer and started to do the same.
âLily!!â you heard someone yell. You look over and Lily is dancing her way to Osric. You leaned back and found Jensenâs neck pulling his ear down to you. âIs your jealousy cured now?â you pointed over to them, they were dancing together now.
He brought his lips to your ear. âAlmost.â
âWhat does that mean?â
"Still got one more to get rid of." He licked his lips keeping his bottom lip in his teeth.
Shit maybe the tequila was a bad idea. You couldnât stop yourself. You had to fill his lips again. You pulled him down, smashing your lips together in needy desire. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Pulling you to him, you parted your lips and shivers ran up your spine when he slides his tongue on yours making you roll your hips. He let out a small growl and thrusted his hips. letting you feel his hardening shaft on your ass. Making you moan softly. He pulled back and spun you around. His hands found your ass and pulled you close again. And his lips were back on yours. Your arms slid around his neck. Pulling him into you just as hard as he was pulling you into him. He double tapped your right thigh, and you brought your knee up to his hip. Flames shot from your core as he hooked his hand under your ass and pushed his hardness into you. You trailed kisses up to her ear.
âYou wanna get out of here Cowboy?
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hiiii i just binge read all your fics and obsessed is an understatement!!!
idk if u take requests but i had an idea and itâs driving me crazy i just had to put it somewhere.
okay so i thought of it while reading the fic in which remus and sirius hear each other in bed at night.
wellâŠ. james and lily share quarters when tnehre head boy and girl, i know they donât share a room exactly, but i was thinking: with all their tension building up throughout the years, especially that year, one of them hearing the other even if it was so so quiet would drive them crazy and iâd love to see your interpretation of how it goes.
i really hope you consider writing this but if you donât thank you so much for all youâve given the fandom!
ive never been thanked for giving to a fandomđ„čđ„čthankyousosomuch!
havent written exclusively jily smut yet but this one's for you anon<3
[cw for cute plot but with very filthy m/f smut below cut]
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Head Boy and Head Girl. That was definitely one way to have her final year at Hogwarts, Lily thinks to herself. For one, she was forced to work with James Potter often. But the surprises didn't end there as she's progressively making sense of why James Potter became Head Boy.
In the first month she could still deny it, but with their rounds scheduled together, the endless meetings, and their regular check-in with Professor McGonagall, she can't avoid it anymore. James Potter was surprisingly and unfortunately... she shudders... responsible.
She tries-- very hard-- not to let anything show, especially knowing James Potter will run with any reaction he'll get from her. But the realisation hits her harder than a Hex sometimes. And it had been too much lately.
Like that time when they were deciding on which Prefect to assign on the fifth floor corridor. It's where their DADA professor had hidden a "secret special dark creature", and no one was permitted to use that floor for their own safety. The task of keeping that corridor empty fell on the Prefects. Lily had names ready, which included Lupin. She watched James' reaction and sure enough, he protested. He and his gang were always weirdly protective of that quiet Lupin.
"Davies can take Lupin's place."
Lily raised an eyebrow. "No one gets special treatment, Potter. I wouldn't have you use Lupin for whatever kind of mischief you otherwise reserved him for."
Potter held out his palms in the air and let out a small chuckle. "None planned, I'm afraid. Just that Davies is rather, how shall I call it..." He shrugs. "A bit of a pompous sod."
"And you'd rather have a pompous sod keep check of whatever dark creature is in there?"
"If the choice is either that or Peeves, Evans? Yep."
"What does Peeves have anything to do with this?"
As though he was waiting for that exact question, Potter leaned his head on the pillar as an arrogant grin on his face matched his tone. "Lupin is one of the few people who can go toe to toe with Peeves. There's Sirius, but he's out of the question. Not a Prefect and all that. Of course, I'm another option but I'll clearly be occupied, won't I?"
No words come to Lily. He was right. To think she was too caught up with the smaller picture of using Lupin to spite Potter.
"And," James adds, "Davies loves his authority. If anything, students passing by that floor wouldn't think twice in following what he says. While Lupin can help the first years get to their common rooms without being tormented by our resident poltergeist."
It's this point that Lily failed to contain the awe from her face.
"I know. I'm rather brilliant." James waggled his eyebrows.
She simply rolled her eyes in response then.
At present, she couldn't help but have all those other similar instances where James Potter surprised her of his maturity and dedication to his role fill her mind as she went searching for him. He just had to have Quidditch practice at the same time with their meeting, so now the task of passing him the minutes of meeting fell to her as Head Girl.
She could wait until tomorrow of course, but the thought of an unfinished business with James Potter didn't exactly sound appealing. She'd much rather be done with it as soon as possible.
The pitch was empty when she reached it. Practice must've been over. For a moment she dreaded the more complicated prospect of searching for James in the entire castle, but that was when she spotted Sirius Black.
"Where's your other half?" she demanded.
"Evans," he noted. "Good morning to you too." Then he proceeded his steps.
"Black, wait." Lily held out the paper. "Why don't you give him this."
He stared at it for a second, then glanced up to her. "I'm allergic to official documents. Sorry."
"Don't be an arse. I'm just asking you to pass it to him since you're attached at the hip anyways. And it would spare me the trouble of having to look for him."
"Do it yourself." Black grinned. "He's in the changing rooms, doodling the team's strategy like a proper swot."
Lily sighed. "Why can't you do it? Please," she added, begrudgingly.
Black shrugged, already walking off. "I'm not the Head Girl."
He was gone before she could even form a retort.
After dragging her feet to the changing rooms she found it as empty as the Quidditch pitch. Lily debated simply sending her owl, but in the end she decided against it since the Owlery is in yet another tower. She cursed Sirius Black in her head, dismissing this as some stupid prank. Honestly, why hadn't she expected that?
She then heard a distant noise. Someone was inside. Lily proceeded further and was about to call out Potter's name when she recognised the sound of water spraying down on tiled floors.
If this person really was Potter, he was in the middle of a shower.
Lily clamped her mouth shut and cursed Sirius Black again, retracting her steps as silently as possible.
As she turned for the exit she heard a noise from the shower. She thought it had been a hum-- that maybe James Potter was one of those people who sang while showering...
Except it was too faint and too guttural to be a hum.
When Lily heard the noise again, she was more than certain he wasn't singing. The noise shot right through her, leaving a shudder. She needed to leave. Now.
But as another soft moan echoed in the small room, Lily could distinctly tell it was indeed James Potter's raspy voice. And that just made everything worse.
Her face heated as it became harder to breathe. Suddenly all she could picture was James Potter-- just a few steps away-- completely naked, sopping wet... and touching himself. Her treacherous mind reminded her how he's always been showing off about his form and how he worked hard during the summer, plus with playing Quidditch all these years. The thought of that form he worked so hard on right now?
Lily swallowed, and that's when she realised her mouth was watering. She was mortified as much as she found herself frozen. Another moan slipped out from behind her, deeper and gruffer. And just like that her mouth wasn't the only thing that's wet.
She needed to go. She needed to go. She needed to go. "Fuck!" she hissed a whisper. This was wrong on so many levels.
One foot was out of the room when-- she dropped her wand.
Horrified, she didn't waste time picking it up and bolting out. She could only hope James Potter was... too busy... to have heard that.
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Lily stayed at a deserted hallway overlooking the Great Lake for Merlin knows how long just collecting herself, questioning her life choices, and wondering if she should Obliviate herself. The thing is, distraction was just about impossible. She'd find herself circling back to all those sinful thoughts, and those sounds.
A voice broke through her spiral. She jumped at the unexpectedness but failed to make out the words. Turning to face the person, her knees almost gave out to the sight of none other than James Potter. He was still wearing his Quidditch uniform, which only sculpted his indeed very fit form. Why? Wasn't his practice over? Hadn't he already showered? Why did he have to wear that now?
She stared at him for a while and she saw how he was still expecting a response. "What did you say?" she asked dumbly.
Hands shoved in his pockets and grinning slightly, he stepped closer. "I said, are you all right?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" "Lily felt her breathing become unsteady once more and internally cursed herself. "And... why would you just come out of nowhere to ask me that? How did you even find me? What do you want?"
"Right," Potter chuckled. "You seem tense."
Lily took a deep breath. "I'm just tired. Look, I only meant to give you this." And finally, she was relieved from her task.
"Thanks, Evans." He said without sparing more than a second's glance at the paper.
"Sure." She then fixed her bag over her shoulder and walked past James Potter.
"Wa- where're you going?" He called behind her.
"Erm..." She hated that she didn't have an immediate reply. Anywhere was honestly better, with all those feelings she'd just shoved down already coming back to the surface as Potter looked at her with those round searching eyes. "My room."
"It's 4 in the afternoon on a Saturday."
"Your point being?"
Potter shut his mouth, whatever he wanted to say was left in his thoughts. "Nevermind."
"Okay... well, I'll see you around." Lily turned away once more.
"Actually, I wanted to ask you something."
"The answer is still no, Potter."
He laughed. "Not that." He stepped closer again, taking away the distance Lily just made.
"What is it..." She could smell his aftershave this close.
His glasses were skewed as his eyes scanned her. For the first time Lily felt an impulse to fix it on his nose. "Have you been looking for me?" he asked.
Lily had no idea how to deal with a James Potter like this. He was speaking in a softer voice and he was giving her a gentler gaze. It was far from his usual loud and uncaring tone along with his brazen grin. "I was," she replied. "Just to give you that."
"Right. And you were at the Quidditch pitch?"
She didn't like where this was headed. "Yeah. You had practice, of course that's where I'd look." At that, he simply nodded. "Why do you need to know?" she challenged.
James Potter's grin was back. "Guess I'm just curious."
Don't answer. Don't answer. Don't answer. "About what?"
He shrugged. "How long you can avoid what you know I'm talking about."
Lily decided to play his game. "What are you talking about?"
"Sirius told me he saw you," he said, stepping closer.
Lily held his gaze. "Oh? What else did he say?"
"That he told you where I was."
Nope. She couldn't do it. "Have you no shame?" Lily turned away, her cheeks heating up. "Whatever, okay. I didn't see anything."
Potter broke into a laugh. Of course he had no shame. "I didn't mean to make you... tense."
Still refusing to meet his face, Lily replied, "I'm perfectly fine."
"Evans," he called soflty, "I can tell your face is red."
"Maybe because this topic is largely inappropriate!"
"Alright, sorry," he said with another wave of chuckles. "I'm letting you go now."
Lily sighed in relief. "Thank you." She made one move to head off when Potter spoke once more.
"Just thought I'd let you know, I'd recognise your perfume anywhere."
There was just no way she was getting out of this unscathed. It became clear she should just stop resisting. Lily turned. "So, you knew I walked in."
Surprise was evident on Potter's face. Perhaps he expected Lily to walk away. "Not at first," he admitted.
"But you continued anyway." Lily took slow but consistent steps like a prowling cat, stopping right in front of Potter. He followed her every move with his gaze alone, half-lidded eyes trailed down to hers. "Would you do that if anyone else had walked in?" she added in a murmur.
Potter tilted his head. He had a dazed look, and his lips were parted. "You know I wouldn't."
Already this close, it didn't take much for their lips to meet in a kiss.
A shudder spread through Lily's skin in hearing a pleased but muffled sound from Potter. The thought of drawing more of those sounds from him filled her with dark anticipation. Big warm hands caressed her softly as she tugged on his hair. Too lost with the slick heat of James Potter's mouth, she gasped at the sudden solid brick of the wall against her back. James was crowding her there-- in the middle of the hallway where anyone could pass by and see.
"James..." she mumbled against his lips.
He responded with a groan, strong arms squeezing her. It was remarkably secure in his hold, and she could definitely feel his form. She took a self-indulgent moment to let her hands explore, never leaving his lips. From his sturdy chest to the narrowing of his waist. Merlin, she could do this for hours.
"Mmph..." James let out a deeper moan, and she felt it on her neck. "Lily..." His voice this close to her ear was nothing compared to hearing it in the shower. And for him to moan her name...
Lily's knees threatened to give out, and the certainty of being held firm by James almost convinced her. Instead, the palm on his chest pushed him until their lips were apart. "Not here," she whispered.
James stared at her for a while, still caught in a daze. She watched as her words settled in his mind, dilated pupils scanning her until they widened in realisation. Then, a smirk stretched his swollen lips. He looks as though the disbelief hasn't left him. That this really is happening. In all fairness, Lily couldn't believe it too.
"Wipe that stupid expression away and find us somewhere private, will you," she said with a chuckle.
His smirk stretched into a grin. "Yes, ma'am." He stole one last kiss before stepping back, pulling her with their linked hands.
James led them to an empty classroom. With a wave of his wand the lock clicked, and he was instantly back on her like a starved man, guiding her to the nearest desk. Lily welcomed every kiss before pulling his tight uniform over his head. "You found this room really quickly, huh." She couldn't help but notice.
"Hmm?" His shirt was now off, his hair was messier, and his glasses sat crookedly on his nose.
Finally, Lily fixed his glasses. "I just said, you seem to always know which places to look. You found me easily too, just earlier. I had to look for you for hours!"
Two blinks until he managed a response. "Oh." He shrugged. "Just... great sense of direction. May I?" he asked, glancing to the buttons of her shirt.
Lily gave him a look. "Since when were you a gentleman?" she said, then proceeded to unbutton herself. Much to her satisfaction, his eyes never left her hands.
"Since," he swallowed thickly, "since you bothered to find out."
"That doesn't make sense." Lily let her shirt fall from her shoulders and perched on the desk.
James' breaths were heavier. "No, it doesn't." His eyes stayed stuck on her breasts. He would lift his gaze to her eyes but they'd constantly fall back down. It was adorable.
With a fond smile straining her cheeks, Lily reached for James' hand and placed it on her left tit. "You can touch me, you know." She then pulled him closer, parting her legs to make space. "I want you to touch me."
A surprised laugh left James' throat. He bit his bottom lip, if only to contain his wide grin. "Fuck, Lily..." James surged forward into a desperate kiss, pressing down until Lily was lying back. Her skirt hitched up until it was now loosely around her waist. She could feel everything in this position, the most prominent being the erection against her own wetness, and the thrilling fact of being separated only by a few layers of clothing.
She bucked her hips impatiently, grinding against James. The groan she elicited from him went directly into her mouth. It's then she zeroed in on one goal. She needed to hear more.
While James' hands were otherwise engrossed with feeling up Lily's tits, she trailed hers downward, reaching for a buckle. James noticed with a gasp and pulled off to shoot her a look of pure want. Hooded eyes, heaving chest, and swollen lips curled into a grin. He was the image of a wet dream.
James watched as her deft fingers unbuttoned him, tugged his pants to pull out his hard cock. It fell right between her legs, sitting on top of the wet patch of her panties. Then, she stroked.
She was rewarded with a shaky moan from the man on top, his head dropped to rest on her neck as she found a rhythm. Right next to her ear, she could hear the shaky sighs and the small whimpers whenever she twisted her wrist just so. Then, an idea popped in her head.
"This was what you were doing in the shower?" she cooed.
"Oh, fuck..." he drawled before dissolving into a short laugh. He rocked his hips, aiding Lily's fist. It caused his cock to graze against her clit. She jolted in surprise just as a moan escaped her lips. "No," James continued, now gazing down at her. "This is infinitely better."
"James..." she whined, pleading. She didn't know what exactly, just that she wanted him to do something.
It's as though she flipped a switch in James' brain. He pulled up from lying on top of her, closed one hand around his cock and used his other to dip inside Lily's underwear, finally sliding his finger through her slick folds. Lily sobbed out a moan, her head falling back.
The finger stopped teasing and finally rubbed her clit. With Lily's mouth hanging open, she reconnected their lips until they swallowed each other's moans. Her hand that was still around his cock started jerking him off in time with his fingers. It prompted James to slip them inside her waiting hole and her other arm instantly flew around his shoulders, gripping tightly to ground herself from the whirlwind of pleasure.
They stayed in that perfect dance for a while as James' fingers tested different angles and eliciting different responses from Lily. When he found that delicious spot inside her, and she cried out from beneath him, he pulled out. Then, he got off her completely.
Before Lily could even form her protest, getting on her elbows to find exactly where he is, she was met with the sight of James getting on his knees between her legs. He delicately slid her knickers to one side-- then licked a stripe up her wet cunt.
Her head fell back down as she moaned hoarsely, a distant thought crossed her mind that hoped no one passed by this classroom, but it was quickly replaced by that same wave of arousal when she felt two fingers slip inside her again.
Just as she'd thought it couldn't get any better, James would moan-- and the vibrations went directly where his mouth kissed and sucked. It was too much.
"James!" She panted. "James, fuck, I'm... I think I'm go--" But James wasn't interested in helping her finish her sentence, speeding up his fingers, sucking harder, and moaning louder. She didn't stand a chance. Lily came in waves and waves, writhing in place as she was powerless to James' firm grip.
When the high subsided and she felt one with her body again, she didn't waste time pulling James up to his feet and smashing their lips to a heated kiss. Her hands crawled to his neglected cock, hot and leaking, and stroked him with all the intent to see him fall apart. His jaw fell slack and all he could do was turn into a mess of whimpers and groans.
A twitch in her hand told her he was close, and then he was coming a rope of hot white on her. It seemed forever that he recovered from his peak. "Fucking hell," he said after taking his first breath. "I don't think I came this hard in my life." He shook with laughter. The sight prompted a surge of emotion in Lily's chest that she couldn't help but drag him back into a long kiss.
The only coherent thought in her head was this couldn't be the last time this happened. "Ask me again, Potter," she said breathlessly, fixing his glasses back to the bridge of his nose.
It took him a long while to figure out what she wanted him to say, until finally, he grinned. "Lily Evans, will you go on a date with me to Hogsmeade?"
She mirrored his grin. "I'd go on a date with you wherever, James Potter."
The elation on his face could light up the entire castle on Christmas day. He let out one huff of laughter before collapsing on top of her and drowning her in kisses.
#letsgoo my first cishet smut#this is me breaking free from the chains of writers block#jily#jily smut#james potter#lily evans#lily evans potter#my fic
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hello hyp, my good sir! i hope you are doing well
imagine rain + dew using double-sided dildo, both of them messy and whimpering
I made it weird
If someone were to walk in on them, they wouldnât just have to do a double take. Quintuple take at least. Sextuple take, if one will.
Dewdrop and Rain would have to admit that it took some creativity to make it work, and definitely too many failed attempts. Albeit, they made it, and while it still isnât anywhere near being a comfortable position for any of them, it works. Besides, they have better things to focus on than the future ache in their joints and muscles.
âItâs soâfuck, weird,â Dewdrop moans as he digs his claws into the sides of the worn down armchair. Heâs been holding onto it with a white-knuckled grip since the moment Rain got down on his hands and knees before him.
âUh-huhâ the other whimpers, rocking back and forth with his head hung low.Â
It isnât exactly clear whoâs fault their predicament could be called. It was Rain who bought the toy, but it was Dewdrop who came up with the not-so-standard way of using it. The toy in question is a long and thick double-sided dildo. Considering both of their anatomies there was really only one or two ways to use it, but Dewdropâbeing the size queen that he isâcame up with something that may just land the both of them in the infirmary.
If that happened, though, heâd be proud to tell Aether or Omega of his achievement.
The fire ghoul is sat low in the armchair, with his legs spread as far as they go, making space for Rainâs butt in between them. Heâs on the floor, on his hands and knees, fitting right in. Heâs got one end of the dildo in his ass, while the other sits deep in Dewdropâs cunt. The water ghoulâs cock, however, isnât forgotten, having ended up in Dewdropâs own asshole.
The position is awkward at the very least, but it works.
Rainâs knees crack as he rock back and forth, ever move jabbing the toy against his prostate and, at the same time, sliding his aching cock against the hot walls of Dewdropâs pussy.
ââs so good,â the water ghoul slurs, drool dripping from his lolled out tongue onto the floor with it. His arms shake with the effort of holding his body up, and his claws leave some more deep welts in the hardwood as he scrambles for more purchase. Heâs going to end up with his face against it in no time.
âIt is, shitââ Dewdrop agrees, breaking off into a high pitched moan. He fights the urge to throw his head back with pleasure, not being able to tear his eyes away from Rainâs hole swallowing up the thick toy over and over again. His slick and the lube make it obscene, so wet itâs dripping down onto his own cock to mix with Dewdropâs juices.
An image flashes in his mind and he whines loudly, his cunt clenching around Rainâs cock so hard he cries out and shudders below him.
âWish I could watch you câcum into yourself,â the fire ghoul whimpers out of nowhere. âWould youâwould you let me watch?â
Rainâs face hits the floor.
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here's a truly beautiful artistic rendition
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Girl in New York | 6
pairings - art donaldson/reader | challengers au!
â__"= Y/N
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sypnosis - you overhear Artâs friends talking shit about you.
warnings - angst, none
author s note - hope you guys enjoy, i have two more chapters planned after this. let me know how yaâll feel about this story so far!
word count - 2k
© elliotsblunt 2024. do not repost, modify, or translate.
You snatched Artâs sucker from his mouth. It was warm on your tongue, earning a look of pure irritation. âIt tastes sweeter when itâs yours.â
Apparently he was a super genius at math, so Art offered to help you tutor for your upcoming math final. Although you denied his assistance, he initiated, and you couldnât turn down spending more time with him. It was peculiar. Around him, you were able to act like your true self. A tiny part of you hoped he felt the same.
Birds chirped above as the wind gently blew his hair away from his blue hues. The cherry flavor slowly dissolved into your tongue, Art snatching the lollipop back from you and popping it back into his mouth. A giggle left your lips, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he chuckled.
He was sat on the bench, whilst your bum was placed on the table. Art looked up at you before taking the sucker out and sipping his coffee. âYou should put your hair up more often.â
Your cheeks grew hot, âI look like an egg with my hair up.â
âI kinda see it, actually.â
âStop,â you snatch his pop, sticking it back into your mouth. His smile twitched at your action, but then grew.
âYour parents are sweet.â
âMy dad thinks youâre a good looking dudeâand my mom wonât stop talking about how cute your girlfriend is,â Art studied you as you continued to speak, sitting up from the table and standing onto your feet.
âShe even said ïżœïżœïżœyou should be more like her __â. Less revealing and more polite.â
âItâs an act. As soon as weâre alone, she gets high on coke and complains about every single person she meets. She said you were a lousy slut that count through a straight shotâand something else..â
Strikes of irritation hit you. âArtâŠ.what the fuck?â
âYou flirt with me right in front of her, _ _. I canât blame her for not exactly liking you.â
You scoff, âSo what? Iâm a lousy slut? I thought you said I was yours?â
You made sure to emphasize the last few words in a mocking tone, causing Art to grind his jaw. He stood up as well. âChill, _ _. You know people say shit when theyâreâŠâ
Right. It was meaningless sex talk.
It never mattered to you. What anyone said or thought about you. But when it came to Artâmaybe it did. You both had an understanding. He wasnât supposed to judge you. You werenât a saint, but agreeing with her calling you a lousy slut ticked you off. He acted as if it didnât take two to tango. Perhaps this whole infatuation you had for him was one sided. Now you werenât saying you liked him, but maybeâŠ..
âŠâŠmaybe you were interested.
âSo you wouldnât care if I slept with other guys?â
Something shifted in the air. Art was far away. Physically, he was standing right in front of you. A foot away from one another. But emotionally, he was miles out. You stared at him, still holding the sucker in your hand. For some reason you were clutching it.
He wasnât looking at you, keeping his eyes on the ground. The leaves were brittle and broken due to the seasonâpavement cracked from constantly being walked on for years. Kids giggled in the background, contrasting to the dim atmosphere that was created between the both of you.
âArt?â
âI heard you. And no, I wouldnât.â
You didnât know why, but you couldnât stop your lips from moving. Usually when you grew angry, you brain vomitted. âCool. Iâm actually thinking about hooking up with this one dude.â ïżŒ
Art pressed his lips together, stuffing his hands into his pockets. âWear protection. Wouldnât want you to catch anything.â
âYou think so highly of me, Art. Whoâs to say I havenât been fucking some dude already?â
His eyes darkened. He then shrugged his shoulders.
âIn that case, how about we tag team you? Show you how we treat real bitches.â His tone was frustrated and rough. He had never used it before.
You tossed the sucker onto the ground, stepping on it before sending him a nasty look. Art clenched his jaw as he watched you turn around and storm off.
hey. its _ _.
i canât make it to practice this week.
Art responded almost immediately.
Thatâs fine.
After that, a couple days passed without anything eventful happening. You focused on your final exams, and ended up doing pretty well on the math one. Art helping you out seemed to make a major impact on your grade. As for the rest of your classes, you managed to pass. Your parents were pleased so thatâs what mattered.
On a random Tuesday, one of your classmatesâGen, asked to grab boba with you. Your favorite shop was down the street, so you offered to meet her. You decided to walk, strolling through the busy streets of your neighborhood. Ice began to freeze over the poles, snow beginning to fall during the night and reach up to being a foot tall. But you absolutely adored it. In any situation, youâd rather be too cold than hot.
Hands stuffed into the pockets of your black leather jacket, you texted Gen that you arrived. She said that she was going to be a half hour late because of traffic. You replied that it was no worries and youâll order your drinks beforehand since it was pretty packed.
As you stepped into line, you earned a few stares so you decided to go onto your phone. But then you heard a familiar voice a few spaces ahead of you. âShe practically throws herself at Art. I think it would be the best choice if he just canceled their lessons and booted her trashy ass to the curb.â
You froze in place. TiffanyâŠ.was talking about youâŠto who?
At your favorite fucking boba shop.
And the things she was sayingâŠ.
Who the fuck did she think she is?
An unfamiliar male voice sounded. âSounds like fatherless behavior. Heâs probably an immigrant running a hotel or something.â
Your blood ran cold. Fists balling at your sides, you tried your best to keep calm. Whenever someone had thrown a nasty curse or two at you, it was whatever. You didnât really care about yourself, nor what others thought about you. But when it came to your family, war was always an option. And seeing as Tiffany seemed to â love â your parents, showed how right Art had been.
She was fake.
âCould explain the way she acts. I meanâyou shouldâve seen what her mother wear wearing. It looked like she shopped at the McDonaldâs down the streââ
Your patience had snapped.
Stepping out of line, your heart beat thudded in your ears as your chest raced with anger. It all happened so fast. You heard laughter before interrupting their dick fest. âWhat did you just say?â
You had it in the bag. Confrontation was never a problem for you. Whenever you had something on your mind, nothing couldâve gotten in your way to make sure that person learned not to fuck with you. Whether it was a three hundred pound man built from pure muscle, or a 6 foot 3 famous basketball player. If they pissed you off, they were in for it.
So you opened your mouth, ready to curse Tiffany Barbie Bitch out. Some dude with ginger hair and beady little green eyes looked at you with a surprised look, but you didnât pay him any mind. The blonde haired girl widened her eyes, a crimson blush covering her cheeks. â_ _. Um, hey.â
Even though that cunt had been the one to initially piss you off, that wasnât the icing on the cake.
No.
What rubbed salt into the would was the fact that Art was also standing right there, looking as if heâd seen a ghost.
It was as if time had frozen. His eyes bored into yours, fists shaking at his sides as the flesh turned white from the brutal grip. Artâs face flushed.
You froze.
It was as if the lump in your throat grew with every second. Your palms were soaked with sweat. Everything began to hit you all at once. Youâre family were laughing stock to his friends. You knew Art was incredibly talented and maintained a better lifestyle than youâŠand was more fortunateâbut you told him your family situation that in confidence.
He wasnât your friend. He was your fuck buddy. Well, was. The only thing he was after this was dead to you.
Art didnât give a flying fuck about you.
âYour parents are sweet.â
Fucking dick that canât last ten seconds.
âLeast you got to hear the truth,â Tiffany shrugged her shoulders, earning a snicker from the random ginger beside Art.
You narrowed your eyes. The nerve she had on her. If you hadnât been fucking her boyfriendâyou wouldâve broke her crooked nose.
You looked at Art. His eyes were trained on the ground, body stiff as a statue.
He didnât say anything.
So you left.
Fuck Art Donaldson.
He was fucking dead to you.
You ended up re-scheduling with your classmate. A week had passed without a call or text from Art. You had already smoked five packs of cigarettes in that time frame. This sudden funk you got into wasnât because of anyone, including the golden haired boy that suddenly infiltrated your mind. Your conquests didnât affect your personal life. It was probably because you had nothing to do now since it was Spring Break.
An old friend that you used to take tennis classes with had reached out to you. She was playing for a highly exclusive tournament that apparently costs like two-hundred per ticketâbut offered two free tickets. In case you wanted to bring a plus one. And only one person seemed to pop into your mind.
When the date came, which was two days later, anxiety pooled within your belly as you you drove into the parking lot. Your plus one had told you beforehand that they were going to meet you in there. Teeth chewing on your lower lip, you hopped out the car and made your way towards the large stadium. It was a large grey building with an open surface, check in lines fully stacked back to back.
A certain sign said V. I. P in bold letters. Usually, if you came with a free ticketâit classified as a special pass. So instead of having to wait in this long ass line,you decided to go up to the door. A security guard with shades on and a brown polo shirt steps before you. âPlayers only.â
Your brows raise. âIt says V.I.P.â
âExactly.â
âLook, Iâm not playing, but I knowââ
His voice cuts you off again, with a dismissing tone to it. âPlayers only.â
Your eyes widen at his lack of empathy or common manners. âListen here, buddy. Why donât I play your gigantic asââ
âSheâs with me.â
You froze in your tracks, heart knocking against your ribs like a caged bird. Dread washes over you as you refuse to turn around.
The guard lowers his sunglasses, stepping towards the source of the voice behind you. Gulping, your eyes flee to Art, who faced the security card with a calm expression. He had looked as handsome as he ever did, black hoodie thrown over his head and a pair of grey sweaters hanging loosely off his sculpted figure.
âYou playing tonight?â
âYeah.â
Your eyes widen. Art was playing tonight? You didnât know that.
Big dude stepped aside, but not before lowering his shades once again and sending Art a rugged thin eyed look. The blonde walked past him without sparing a glance, unlike you, who flipped off the security guy. âYeahâyou better let me in. Who wears shades insideâ?â
Art grabbed you by the arm, dragging you inside the hall the door lead to. It was vacant, most likely everyone in their own rooms. Your eyes narrowed at him as he shushed you with brows facing downwards.
âDonât shush me fuckface,â you spat out, feeling a wave of pure irritation roll through you. Art pressed his lips together as you brain vomited all over him. âYouâre fucking fake. The worst idea I ever made was letting you put that Gingivitis dick inside me.â
His eyes blinked in anger, yet disbelief at your words. You tore your arm from his grip, ignoring the way his baby blue eyes drew you in.
âYou gonna say anything?â
His fists were balled again. The sound of his raspy breathing was the only noise in the otherwise death-silent room. A gnawing feeling radiated from your guts as Art cast his eyes to the ground.
For the first time, as you looked at him, something in your heart twitched. He had looked better than ever, skin glowing and not a wrinkle in sight on his perfectly sculpted face. It confused you, since you had lost sleep these past few days. Perhaps your insights were correct.
Perhaps Art hadnât thought about you at all. Except for when he needs a good laugh. His lack of words made your skin crawl before he releases a small breath.
A monotone Iâm sorry leaves those lips that youâve kissed only a few times.
Thatâs all.
And then silence filled the space between the both of you. It was the true answer you needed. You werenât sure why he had even helped you get in. You wish you never saw him again, but that would be unlikely for today. The disrespect he exhibited had thrown you into a messy loop of making excuses. But today it had been ended.
When you turned around, his eyes lifted off the floor.
You darted a menacing glance over your shoulder, locking eyes with him once last time. Those orbs were cloudy. His chest heavily rose and fell as you threw him a sad smile. âMe too.â
And then you turned around, never looking back.
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hai⊠its me again BUT I HAVE ANOTHER SCENARIO IDEA ALSO IMMSORRY AHOUT MY OTHER ASK AUGHH IT WAS RIGHT IN UR RULES DUDE BUT BUT MY IDEA IS SCENARIO OF WHICHEVER HQ CHARACTER OF UR CHOOSING WITH AN S/O WHO HAS REALLY BAD MUSCLE STRAIN FROM PRACTISING VOLLEYBALL BUT REFUSE TO REST AND GAGAGAGA :3
DONT WORRY ABOUT IT BRO ITS ALL GOOD!!! IM GONNA COOK WITH THIS ONE TO MAKE UP FOR IT đđ actually writing now hope this doesn't turn out bad..
hit it til it breaks...?
iwaizumi hajime x male reader
word count: 1k
iwaizumi's noticed that his boyfriend, seijoh's libero, hasn't been doing his best.
FEM ALIGNED DNI
iwaizumi has seen what pushing yourself past your limits can do to you. he's seen how oikawa always strived to be the best he could, sometimes pushing himself beyond exhaustion. it takes a huge toll on your body, so iwa promised himself he'd take care of himself, and it's not exactly a secret. he pushed everyone to do the same.
so it surprised iwaizumi when he noticed (name) acting different in the past few weeks. they were all very subtle changes; he would buy coffee in the morning more often, was a bit slower with receives, and a little more tired than he usually used to be.
he was pushing himself.
that's what iwaizumi thought initially. he's seen the signs in oikawa enough times to know the aftermath of straining yourself and making your body work overtime. he decides to wait a bit, see if (name) would mention anything by himself. he didn't.
"iwaaaa," (name) called, leaning over iwaizumi's desk. "can i borrow your homework answers?"
iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at that. "you didn't get time finish it last night?" he asked, pulling out the papers. he noticed his boyfriend's hesitation before he took the papers.
"nah, only got through half of it before i went to bed. my mom had me run errands after school. y'know, groceries 'n stuff." (name) said causally. he hunched over iwaizumi's desk to quickly write down the rest of his answers before passing the worksheets back to him. "thanks!"
"yeah, no problem. . . by the wayâ" but (name) had left before he could ask his question.
later that day, during practice, the team was doing a spiking drill. (name)'s receives were all flawless, but iwaizumi noticed the slight stiffness of his movements. how he grit his teeth for a spike that wasn't particularly hard to get. how his feet left the ground half a second too late. how his breathing grew ragged faster than usual.
'maybe im overthinking things,' and so he shook the thoughts away. he's used to having to deal with oikawa's bullshit. maybe its made him paranoid.
he went to spike, moving fluidly. the ball went a bit of a distance away from (name)'s directionâ almost halfway across the courtâ but he still went for it. that's when it happened.
(name) reached, pushing himself to make contact with the ball, willing himself to. and he did. he sent it up nicelyâ a beautiful arc straight to the net. but his body had already exhausted itself. it was too much. his face contorted in pain as he felt his leg spasm. his body slammed against the floor, his shoulder connecting with the wood panels in an odd way. his body tumbled over itself like a ragdoll. (name) just laid there.
iwaizumi darted over to (name), eyes blown wide with panic. as gently as he could, he grabbed his shoulders, lifting him up. his grip was still tight.
"(name)? (name), are you okay?" he asked, sweat dripping from his forehead onto (name).
(name)'s eyes opened, face morphing into a frown. "yeah, shit. . . sorry," he mumbled. he tried to push himself to stand, but let out a sharp groan, falling back down to the floor.
the sound of shoes squeaking against the gym floors was faded as (name) and iwaizumi sat together in the club room. (name)'s leg was propped up on one of the chairs.
'how did this happen?'
sure, (name) was pushing himself more than usual, but that was because the inter-high preliminaries were right around the corner! he had to do his best so the team could go to nationals!
"hey." iwaizumi's voice drew (name) out of his thoughts. ". . . why didn't you stop?" he asked.
". . .what?"
"you were pushing yourself too hard, your body couldn't keep up, and now you can barely move your legs. why didn't you take a break?"
(name) tensed up at iwa's words. he frowned. "because i needed to do better. i needed more practice. i need to be betterâ"
"is this really better to you?" iwaizumi cut him off. (name) flinched at the volume. iwaizumi was pissed. "seriously, tell me. do you think pushing yourself this far helping anyone? we all need practice, but without breaks, you're doing more harm than good!"
"i know that!" (name) snaps. he glared down at the floor. his head was spinning and his legs were throbbing and he could feel his face grow hot, tears brimming in his eyes.
"i know it was stupid, i know i should have paid attention, i'm sorry. i just wanted us to do better! i wanted us to win." (name) managed. god, he knew he sounded pathetic, the way his throat closed up on him, making him sound all whiney. he rubbed the tears away with the back of his hands, his face scrunched up.
iwaizumi wasn't expecting that. he walks over, sitting next to his boyfriend. he wraps an arm around his shoulder, bringing (name) in to rest his head on his chest.
"hey, hey, it's okay," iwaizumi mumbled. he wasn't great at comforting people. he ran his hand along (name)'s back, rubbing circles. "c'mon. can you stand properly? i'm taking you home."
"what? come on, iwa, just give me a minute, i-i can make it for the rest of practiceâ"
"(name)." iwaizumi said sternly. "what you need is rest. you don't need to overexert your body anymore. and, you're banned from any type of practice until you get better." he adds.
"what?" (name) sputtered. "that's not fair!"
"of course it is, dumbass!" iwaizumi huffed, crossing his arms. "if you try to play volleyball injured, it'll get worse and take longer to heal. seriously. i don't like seeing you hurt," he adds, quieter that time.
a small smile grew on (name)'s face at that. "fine, but only cause i don't want you worrying," he chuckled. he leaned over to plant a small kiss on iwaizumi's cheek.
". . . okay, now help me up? please?"
AAAAJFHHH i hope that was okay (â >â ââ <â )!!! it was kind of angsty idk if you wanted that. . . lmk if i need to fix anything!!! requests are still open btw!!
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Dominant Ghost, Submissive König, Submissive Reader, Sexual situations, Oral sex, Fingering, Car sex, Hand jobs, Blow jobs, TW: BDSM elements, TW: Dominant/Submissive(s), TW: Threesomes/Throuple, TW: Exhibitionism, TW: Voyeurism, TW: Groping, TW: Orgasm Denial
I had a TON of fun writing this scene. The idea of a car ride where you have to sit in Ghost's lap has been on my mind for a hot minute lol. I need this in my life immediatelyyyy
Reader POV:
You hurriedly rushed across the hall to your room, and König disappeared in pursuit of his. There were only about forty-five minutes or so left for you to get ready, and you didn't want to waste a single minute. You wanted to look absolutely perfect tonight! So that would mean hair, makeup, and the whole nine yards.
Upon your return, you found a full outfit set out for you just as Ghost had said. There was a short black club dress, a pair of matching heels, and a little clutch. And they were all brand new! Though he'd carefully removed any tags that would give away just how much he'd spent on you, the remaining ones were evidence enough. All of them were luxury brands. And upon closer inspection, they were exactly the right sizes. Beside them was a small bottle of perfume and a set of gold earrings.
The dress had an angular look to it. There was a triangular cut-out that connected the bodice to the right sleeve. But the left side tapered to a thinner strap that would lie over your shoulder. The fabric was embroidered with gold detailing. Nothing excessive or gaudy, though. It was minimal and tasteful, trailing diagonally across the stomach before parting high on the waist and framing a daring side slit.
At first glance, you never would have suspected Ghost was loaded. The man wore the same old clothes every day without fail! But regardless of where the money had come from, it felt really good to be spoiled silly. And knowing he spent a ton on you made you curious what he'd picked out for König.
Fueled by adrenaline and anticipation, you threw yourself into getting ready. A majority of your time went towards your hair, as always. You still needed to moisturize, detangle, and blow it out. But once you had finished, you still had just enough time to whip up a classy makeup look that complimented your new outfit. Then, all that was left was the task of getting dressed. You did so as quickly as you could while still being careful. You'd be mortified if you tore or damaged a single thing!
Once the dress was in place, you yanked open your duffel bag and started digging for any thong that wouldnât show too much on the dressâ open side. But mid-search, you recalled Ghost's previous warning. Wear what's on the bed. Nothing more, nothing less. A flurry of butterflies erupted in your stomach when it finally hit you. He hadn't set those things out because he specifically didn't want you to wear them. He wanted you completely naked and accessible under the dress. And though the thought was a bit scary, it made you feel a naughty thrill, too. With a knowing smirk, you shoved the duffel bag away and followed his instructions to the letter.
A few minutes later, there was a knock at your door.
"You about ready in there?" Price called out.
You hopped around trying to get your last shoe on before rushing to the door. "Coming!"
When you entered the hallway, the whole team was there waiting for you and dressed their very best.
The first person you saw was König. He was still wearing his hood, but that was pretty much the only recognizable thing about him. Fortunately for him, the hood kept his new collar fully concealed. He was wearing a fitted white button-down that hugged his body in all the right places. Just seeing the buttons strain ever so slightly whenever he moved his arms made you salivate and hope they'd give way. A black, leather belt was slung low on his hips and accented with a small, golden buckle that contrasted nicely with his black slacks. And beneath them, he wore a pair of shiny black dress shoes accented with gold toe boxes.
"Bloody hell, König," Soap whistled, looking him up and down. "You got a rich daddy back in Austria you forgot to tell us about? I hope youâre buying tonight."
âNo,â König laughed, nervously rubbing the back of his neck and briefly meeting your eyes. âIt was a gift.â
âEveryoneâs gonna be staring,â Soap teased, admiring your dress.
"Both of em look good enough to eat," Ghost chuckled from somewhere to your right. "Let 'em stare, I ain't complaining."
When you turned towards his voice, Ghost stepped into the group from behind Price. And he looked just as delicious himself. He was basically wearing the same outfit as König, just without the hints of gold. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up on his arms, revealing a host of tattoos trailing around his muscular arms. And, as was the norm, he still wore his usual mask. But such formal attire paired with the foreboding skull just made him look that much more appealing. It screamed dangerous bad boy and you loved it.
He was practically devouring you with his eyes, enjoying the way your outfit hugged your body like a glove. You surreptitiously turned a bit to give him a sneaky view of every angle. König didnât escape his ravenous attention either. It was a moment others would miss if they blinked. But you saw Ghostâs eyes flit down to the seat of Königâs pants. They werenât exactly fitted, but the fabric still clung to the contours of his ass in the most sinful way.
âI think everyone cleaned up quite well,â Price chuckled.
And he was right. Price had opted for a more formal look. You could tell heâd taken the time to pamper his beard and mustache as they now bore a healthy sheen. The arms of his blazer bulged around his biceps, and heâd left the first few buttons of his shirt undone. He was bound to get plenty of attention tonight for those details alone. The only thing that gave him away as military were his shoes. They were polished to a glossy perfection!
Alejandro had chosen a muted color palette. He had opted for a slim-fit black V-neck and a pair of gray jeans. The only one who had gone full-on casual was Soap. Heâd gelled his signature mohawk, but otherwise had just grabbed a white short sleeved shirt and a pair of khaki joggers. Comfortable and casual, as always.
"We ready to go?" Ghost said, fiddling with his sleeve and tilting his head towards Price.
"Yep," Price smiled wide, heading for the door. "Let's roll out!"
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The ride to the club was its own party of sorts. Everyone else hurried off to their respective vehicles. But the six of you chose to ride with Soap. By some miracle, everyone had somehow piled into Soapâs car. And though Price was usually a stickler for rules, he was willing to make tonight an exception. So he had no qualms with there being more passengers than there were available seats. Soap happily took the wheel, kicking off the jovial mood with some car karaoke while Price relaxed in the passenger seat. In the back, you were packed in like a sardine with Ghost, Alejandro, and König.
âScoot over, hermano!â Alejandro had teased, giving König a light shove. âI need some room to breathe!â
König had been about to protest that he couldnât, but Ghost was quick to create some by tugging you onto his lap. As the car began to move, you shifted a bit and tried to tug your dress down before resting your full weight on his thighs. But before you could, his hands clamped down on your waist as he tugged you flush against his body.
âSit still,â he hummed. âYou ainât got a seatbelt and I donât want you flying through the windshield just because Soap canât drive.â
"You're one to talk!" Soap balked, pausing mid-lyric to clap back. âWould anyone like Ghost to drive instead?â
The car immediately erupted in resounding protests that quickly devolved into friendly laughter. Ghost rolled his eyes and laughed along with them, shaking his head.
As the car bumped along the roads across town, Alejandro chatted with König about that day's target practice. And sitting there on Ghostâs lap, you felt like you owed it to him to attempt the same. You really hated small talk and habitually avoided it at all costs. But you still tried to think of something to say that would keep him occupied for the short trip. Before you had settled on anything, Ghost demonstrated an ability to occupy himself just fine. His hands slowly began to wander from your waist to your hips, moving furtively in the shadows so as not to raise attention. You were thankful the car was as dark as it was and your companions were well distracted. Because you knew a heated blush was quickly spreading across your face.
His fingertips kneaded the supple skin, rubbing slow circles like an expert masseuse. There was no way to stop the small shiver you felt when his fingers trailed across the wide slit of your dress, toying with the fabric before slowly slipping beneath it. You bit your lip hard, surprised you didnât draw blood as you stifled a gasp. And you did it again when his bare knuckles slid across your exposed sex. Just then, the car bounced over a particularly deep pothole. The unexpected impact caused his hand to graze your clit as you jostled in his lap. Ghost grunted when you did, the added pressure betraying a firm protrusion pressing against your ass.
âSorry about that!â Soap yelled, swerving to dodge another section of deformed gravel. âWe got time for one more song! Alejandro, any requests?â
Alejandro leaned forward to talk with Soap, rattling off a long list of Latin ballads. So far, Soap didnât have any of them in his collection. But he kept trying anyway, confident something would land eventually. While he was otherwise occupied, König turned and quickly realized what was going on beside him. And when he did, he eagerly added his own participation to the mix. He kept his eyes forward in case his conversation with Alejandro continued. But his hand slowly joined Ghostâs beneath your dress. At first, it just sat there on your waist. But Ghost quickly signaled his permission by nudging your knees further apart and tugging his hand between your legs. Ghostâs fingers lazily circled your clit, his other hand clutching your hip to keep you in place. As he did, you could feel Königâs fingers carefully prod your entrance.
Your lip quivered as you fought every sound of pleasure that tempted to fly free. And from a glance at Königâs lap, you werenât the only one struggling to conceal excitement. The fly of his slacks bulged outwards, straining over an obvious erection. He squirmed in his seat, inconspicuously crossing his legs in an attempt to conceal it. But he didnât stop. His fingers slowly thrusted in and out of you as the car sped through the dark streets.
A little while later, the car slowed as it pulled into the club parking lot. Both men withdrew as silently as they had advanced, leaving you a flushed and breathless mess in the back seat. You knew tonight was going to be fun. But you had no idea it was going to be this fun.
âAlright, boys,â Price bellowed, hopping out of the car and opening the back door. âAnd lady, of course. Letâs go have some fun!â
The rest of the men were quick to follow. A bustling crowd of excited personnel filled the small area and both Soap and Alejandro joined them. Everyone was eager to follow the sounds of music trailing out of the nightclub. But as Price held the door open for you, Ghost waved him along.
âWeâll be right behind you.â he chuckled. âJust get us a table.â
Price gave him a nod, no doubt pleased to see you suddenly enjoying each otherâs company of your own choosing. And with that, he took off and led the excited group into the establishment.
As soon as you were alone, König pulled the door shut as Ghost hoisted your dress up higher. The fabric bunched around your midsection as he pulled your legs apart, putting you on full display.
"You see this, König?" He murmured, gazing down at your glistening folds. "See what a good girl she is for me?"
"Yes, sir," König gasped, eyes locked between your legs as Ghost spread your lips open with his fingers.
You moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder as he continued toying with you, flicking his fingertips against your clit before resorting to firm strokes. The bundle of nerves swollen, throbbing, and increasingly sensitive. And Ghost knew this all too well.
He kept you well occupied with his hand as his eyes shifted to König's lap.
"Let's see how well you followed instructions, too."
König whimpered, his whole body going rigid as Ghost parted his thighs. He gave the zipper of his fly a firm tug and moaned in pleasure when König's erection fell into his waiting hand. Ghost wrapped his fingers around his length, slowly dragging his grip up and down.
He let out a choked sound of pleasure. König didnât know where to look - over at Ghost stroking your sex or at the hand beginning to jerk him off. His own hand rested against Ghostâs forearm, but he didnât push him away. It lay there trembling as he resisted the urge to increase the pace.
"What a good boy," Ghost growled, not giving you a moment's rest either.
König gasped again, pressing his hips into Ghost's hand. "I wore-fuck! I wore exactly what you told me to.â
âWise choice. See what rewards you can earn when you obey?â
Ragged pants filled the car as König succumbed to the intense pleasure. His half-lidded eyes met yours, bonding over the shared experience. But you were the first to break eye contact. You groaned into your release, tensing and squeezing your eyes shut when Ghost gave your clit a brutal pinch. And just the sight of your response made König moan right along with you.
âBitte,â he whimpered pitifully, a liberal amount of pre-cum beginning to trickle down his length. âPlease. I'll ruin my pants."
"You won't if you have some self-control," Ghost hissed, tightening his hold. He reacted instantly, using the warm liquid to coat his cock and allow his fist to glide smoothly over his member.
Ghost guided you off his lap with one hand, shifting to position himself between you and König. After fumbling with the crotch of his pants, he sighed with relief as his own erection sprang free. He then gripped the back of your neck, pulling your face towards his groin and issuing a single command.
"Suck."
As he watched the lieutenantâs cock slowly disappear into your mouth, König moaned loudly. And he continued to do so as Ghost gradually increased his pace.
"You like that?" Ghost taunted, one hand fisted in your hair and the other driving König wild with pleasure. "You like seeing your girl sucking me off while I play with you?"
"Mein Gott, yes! Yes, sir."
"Good. Take notes. One day, that might be you with my cock shoved down your throat."
König cursed under his breath, a needy slave to Ghostâs ministrations. He arched against the seat, chest heaving as sinful images of him on his knees and pleasuring Ghost flickered through his mind.
Ghost let out a low moan, mesmerized by the delicious suction your lips maintained on his body.
"That's it," he gasped. "Show em how it's done. How that pretty mouth milks me dry. Fuck!"
With a hissed groan, Ghost buried your face in his lap and came to a shuddering orgasm. You hummed out a moan as he erupted, obediently swallowing everything he gave you and not allowing a single drop to escape your mouth. He relaxed his hold with a breathy sigh, twitching occasionally as you cleaned him off. When you finished, he released his grip on König to neatly put himself away.
"Finish him off," Ghost panted, nodding towards König as he caught his breath.
You crawled over and eagerly took König's member into your mouth, pressing down until your nose nestled against his pubic hair.
"Oh fuck," he hissed through gritted teeth, feeling his cock push deep into your throat. "ScheiĂe. Maus!"
You didn't hold back and immediately began bobbing your head up and down. You'd occasionally pause to swirl your tongue around his sensitive head. But you never stopped for long. His fingers tangled in your hair, whimpering each time he hit the back of your throat.
"Please," he whimpered, his breath hitching. "Please may I come?"
âHmm,â Ghost smirked, cleaning his hands on a handkerchief. "I don't know. Aren't focus and patience supposed to be a sniperâs greatest strengths? Looks like you need more training. Go ahead and speed up, Princess. I want to hear him beg for it."
König let out a strangled whine and gripped the edge of the seat, throwing his head back as he tried to fight his impending release. "Ich kann nicht! Bitte, I can't take much more!"
Ghost settled back in his seat, fully entertained by the manâs desperate struggle for control. He let the moment linger agonizingly long, unwilling to relent until he saw him on the razorâs edge of breaking. And when König let out a soft sob, he knew heâd reached that point.
"I think,â he drawled, sitting back to watch his beautiful undoing. âI think youâve earned it. I'll let you finish."
Quickly throwing a hand over his mouth, König climaxed with a muffled cry. His hips raised off the seat as he shuddered, quickly filling your mouth with his warmth. Every heated grunt brought forth a fresh wave of liquid on your tongue, and you hurriedly swallowed to make room for more. Once he was spent, he collapsed back onto the cushion with a blissful sigh. He squirmed, overly sensitive as you licked him clean before tucking his cock back into his trousers.
König sat limply on the seat, dazed and exhausted. You ran the back of your hand over your lips, making sure your face was clean as you panted for breath. Ghost just chuckled and calmly climbed out of the car, lighting a cigarette before beckoning both of you to follow.
"Alright, don't go getting sleepy on me now. We still have a party to get to."
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