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other side of the moon - chapter three | formula one imagine

chapter three: home away from home

pairing: fem retired formula one driver reader x ??? fem retired formula one driver reader x platonic!kimi antonelli

back in monaco for the first time after the crash, y/n reckons with ghosts from the past and the uncertain future.

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | PART ONE | PART TWO

despite the hefty price tag of the cat carrier, brando looks less than impressed. y/n continued to try and coax him in with a treat but the cat was suspicious to say the least.

“please get in the carrier brando,” she waved the treat in his face again, “we’re going to see max! you love max and you don’t mind kimi, yeah? remember them? we just have a short 16 hour drive because your lordship doesn’t like planes so can we please get in the carrier?”

brando bit into the treat and slowly made his way into the carrier looking sorry for himself. the biggest and final chore was now done with minimal guilt, she would take that. y/n wasn’t moving to monaco - no, she prided herself on being one of the only drivers to not make that jump, but she also didn’t exactly know when she was coming back.

there was less than a month until car launches and tests and max insisted on hosting some team-bonding sessions for her and kimi. it was probably just an excuse to see her before she is ‘tainted by mercedes’, but y/n found herself excited to see the dutchman again.

the suitcases were by the door and the plants had been watered, it was now or never. crossing the boundary of her front door, it dawned on y/n that her life was changing again. there wasn’t quite the excitement she had leading up to her first race in formula one, but she could feel the butterflies threatening to return.

the door clicked shut and the next phase started. in the lobby of her building, y/n approached the front desk.

“hi frank,” y/n said to the concierge, “i’m going away for a little while so could you keep all of my mail together for me?”

the older man smiled up at her. frank had been working at this building since y/n first moved in. he had tried to hide that he was a formula one fan but wasn’t quite successful. he had stuttered when she had turned up one evening, cap low on her head and oversized sunglasses despite the darkness.

“miss y/ln, would you like me to help you with your bags?”

y/n had frozen when frank said her name. frank had taken his hat off, trying to sort out the salt and pepper freckled hair on his head.

“i’m so sorry miss y/ln, that was unprofessional of me. as you now know, i am aware of who you are, i hope this does not make you uncomfortable. we will do anything you need to be comfortable here.”

y/n had also taken off her hat and looked frank in the eye. she deemed him sincere and allowed herself two minutes of respite from her burning anger. “no worries,” she looks down at his name tag, “frank. i would love some help, maybe on a better day i can sign something for you? other than these bags, i’d really love if this being my home was just something we keep between us.”

frank mock saluted and started grabbing bags.

“you won’t be gone forever will you, miss y/ln?” frank asked, pulling y/n back. the older man looked uncharacteristically worried.

“and miss our scintillating conversations? i would never! i assume you’ve heard i’ve taken the job with kimi? i’m going to do some ‘team-bonding’ with him in monaco and then i’ll be back”

frank took one of her suitcases, helping her to the garage.

“monaco you say? you wouldn’t be staying with the handsome dutchman by any chance,” frank said, raising an eyebrow in question.

“i might be?” y/n opened the door of her pink cadillac, “was it you who let him and kimi up without my permission, frank?”

“guilty as charged ma’am, but they were there with good purpose so i just had to”

frank continued loading the car with her suitcases, opening the back door and securing brando’s carrier in place.

“he also gave me a signed pair of race gloves, sorry!”

y/n exclaimed as she shut the door of the car. “i knew he was bribing you! but yes, i guess i am glad you let them up - for now.”

frank pulled y/n in for a hug. she let it linger before clearing her throat and pulling back.

“i know i’m just an old man, but it’s nice to see you excited about something again. you came to me three years ago a broken girl with a constant face like thunder,” frank pinched her cheek, “but here you are, ready to conquer the world again. i am proud of you. but don’t get too lost in your new role to not see what’s right in front of you.”

y/n was confused. frank continued, “the crash took a lot from you, but it did not make you unloveable. give people a chance.”

the older man stepped back and gave her a wave.

“make sure you make enough stops and get some sleep, it’s a long drive to monaco. say hi to max for me.”

frank turned and made his way back into the building. y/n sighed and climbed into her car. the pink cadillac was hardly subtle but she had banished all of her other cars to a different garage three years again so it would simply have to do.

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yourusername: sixteen hour road trip ahead of us, i hope brando is ready to get real acquainted with taylor swift's discography

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user1: she’s so cute

user2: it’s the pink caddy!!!

user3: y/n is back in formula one and is driving the pink cadillac - never kill yourself

charles_leclerc: okay miss active on instagram

yourusername: had to come back and steal all the likes from you obviously

charles_leclerc: oh yes please remind me how you still have double the followers i do when you haven’t posted in three years?

yourusername: idk sounds like you have a skill issue to me

charles_leclerc: sixteen hours and you’re back on my stomping ground… watch it missy

yourusername: i will watch

yourusername: because i know you and you will grovel

charles_leclerc: maybe…

charles_leclerc: i’ve missed you, sue me!

yourusername: i just might!

charles_leclerc: wait-!

user4: all these reunions are making me sappy

user5: i’m stuck on the fact that y/n is driving all the way to monaco?

yourusername: brando doesn’t like flying 😕

user6: oh to be a high maintenance cat of a rich person

maxverstappen1: jimmy and sassy are eagerly awaiting your arrival

yourusername: awwww i’ve missed them

maxverstappen1: i was talking to brando…

yourusername: rightttttt

maxverstappen1: but i am eagerly awaiting your arrival

yourusername: as you should be

maxverstappen1: i stocked up on all your weird english biscuits and everything

yourusername: you’re too precious

user7: oh to have a bond like theirs

user8: i fear it’s a trauma bond

user9: it’s still cute!

kimiantonelli: can’t wait to get started miss y/ln

yourusername: please call me y/n kimi you’re making me feel so old

kimiantonelli: oki

kimiantonelli: miss y/ln what kind of pasta do you like

kimiantonelli: *y/n what kind of pasta do you like

olliebearman: you are such a failure omg

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the road was quiet, with taylor swift’s voice filling the silence. y/n had exhausted the conversation with brando, who was tuckered out in the backseat. by now the pair we deep into france, y/n had stopped being able to translate the road signs many miles ago.

the thought of returning to monaco was daunting. there would be ghosts around every corner and memories that y/n wasn’t sure she was ready to confront. y/n wasn’t even sure which drivers even lived in the principality any more - however, she knew that her former teammate did.

lando norris was a bit of an enigma in y/n’s life. there were early growing pains in their friendship? work relationship? but as the 2021 season rolled around, she thought they had finally been ironed out. the gap was slim, but lando had outscored her in 2020, so his ego was still intact and that made him a little more enjoyable to be around.

y/n wasn’t sure who or what had pushed lando over the edge of accepting her as a teammate and not just a mere annoyance, but january 2021 was night and day from her rookie season. y/n had a sneaking suspicion that lando had been subject of some heated PR meetings over the christmas break, but as long as she wasn’t in them, she didn’t really care.

suddenly there was a shift in the atmosphere. lando spoke to her outside of meetings, in between video takes and checked in over the breaks. suddenly lando knew the name of her friends, where she had gone on holiday and her favourite food. y/n didn’t think much of it at the time. but then came everything else.

july 2021.

y/n didn’t tend to spend long on social media, why open herself up to the opinions of stupid people just because they were loud? one morning, a sunny one in monaco, y/n received a flurry of texts from her trainer luca. ripped from her yoga session on max’s balcony, y/n checked her texts.

luca: is there other strenuous activities i need to be aware of?

luca: tiktok.com/userlandonorris/reposts

luca: if this is a thing, should jon and i coordinate training plans?

huh?

y/n clicked the link and was taken to lando’s tiktok page. she felt like an old woman trying to navigate the app but finally found the reposts. the first few she saw were edits of herself? and then a couple talking about “finally being understood by that person” and some other more charged in nature.

what the fuck. there wasn’t a normal day in this team it seemed. y/n pulled back the door and went to find max. the dutchman was tucked into bed, still sore from silverstone just two weeks earlier.

“have you seen this shit?” y/n said, shoving her phone in max’s face, “i mean what does this even mean? 69? i didn’t even know lando could count that high?”

“i think he’s referencing sex, y/n”

“i know he’s referencing sex idiot! why is he referencing having sex with me?!”

“i don’t know, you’re the dumbass who joined that team - he’s probably trying to like get you on side after the shit he pulled in austria and is doing it in classic dumbass lando fashion.”

austria had been eventful. both lando and y/n had somewhat slow starts to the season, with just one podium to their names by the time they pulled up to the red bull ring. the two papaya cars lined up fourth and fifth on the grid, with y/n managing to edge in front of her teammate, which meant the two were subjected to the word teamwork 72 times in a 45 minute meeting (y/n had counted).

when the lights went out, y/n got the jump on the ferrari of sainz ahead of her, wrestling her way past the spaniard and up into third. with cleaner air, max had already wrangled a healthy three second gap back to her and was hunting down lewis, so she focused on keeping the prancing horse behind her. as they approached the steep incline, carlos jerked out to the right and tried his luck up the inside. the spaniard was heavy on his brakes, burning up his tyres as he missed the apex and shunted his front wing into y/n’s front right tyre.

the contact didn’t manage to cause a puncture or any terminal body damage, but the push had made way for carlos, lando and charles to slide past her as she strained to keep her mclaren from going into the gravel trap.

“what the hell was that?” y/n asked down the radio, keeping her eyes focused on charles’ ferrari down the road. “do i have any damage?”

“no damage that we can see. hang back for a couple of laps, the ferraris are eating their tyres and will fall back to you.” jude, her usually cool race engineer, had a bite to his voice.

taking the corner as tight as she could y/n barked back, “surely he has to give that place back? he forced me off the track?!” y/n was practically vibrating, with anger or from the force on her tyres, she wasn’t sure yet. “just keep your head down, we’ll get back to you,” hugo replied.

the ferrari of charles was getting further and further down the road. “hugo their tyres aren’t falling off, can i hunt them down yet? what about this penalty?” it was like talking to a brick wall as the pit wall didn’t reply. y/n bit down the urge to swear up a storm and put her foot down with renewed vigour.

by the next lap y/n had managed to battle her way into charles’ drs and was priming her tyres for a late move further down the track. charles tried to cut off the slip stream and predict which side y/n might choose, but it wasn’t enough as the mclaren breezed past charles before they even hit the apex.

unbeknownst to y/n the silence from hugo was indicative of the larger argument happening on the pit wall. despite putting massive flatspots on his tyres, lando had yet to make his way past sainz’s ferrari. will, lando’s race engineer, was deep in discussion with him over the radio (which would’ve made quite entertaining viewing for y/n after the fact if it didn’t concern her so deeply).

“lando we are confident that sainz will get a penalty. y/n has cleared charles, we need you to back sainz into y/n so she can overtake. when she does we want you to give the position back.”

and if that wasn’t the sentence that summoned the shitstorm.

“why should i give the position back? i did nothing wrong?”

lando kept his foot down and increased the gap between himself and sainz. will’s voice rang out on the radio again,

“lando. sainz pushed y/n off track and you all gained positions, the right thing to do is to give the position back.”

that was a red flag to a raging lando. he let off a spiel that had made the post-race debrief and all media duties torture for the pair of them.

“carlos did nothing wrong and i did nothing wrong. y/n needs to learn we won’t just let her past like schumacher did. tell her to hurry up if she wants this position back, i won’t give her a podium just because she can’t defend.”

there was silence on the mclaren radio for a few moments. there was even silence on the broadcasts. no one quite knew what to say to that.

y/n had closed in on sainz, hundredths away from being in the spaniard’s drs range. her radio finally crackled back to life, “y/n you have full permission to use your tyres, we aim to pit soon. you are free to race with lando.”

excuse me? on one hand y/n was glad, there had been a couple awkward moments already this season where she had been told to hold position and not fight. however, that was her position, lost through no fault of her own?

“i am free to race? he should give me that position!”

“you are free to race. head down and clear sainz before we discuss again.”

this was bullshit. she knew it, hugo knew it, zak brown knew it, the broadcast team knew it and deep down lando knew it too. sainz was an easy pass for y/n in the end as she pipped him on the start finish straight. lando had a three second advantage which meant that y/n had some free air to cool down her tyres and get ready to fight her teammate. she would be clean but she was finishing on that podium whether he liked it or not.

within two laps y/n had completely dropped sainz and was breathing down the neck of lando. she was within his drs range as they rounded the final corner but before she could launch an attack lando swerved into the pit lane. that was an early stop? y/n quietly thought to herself that it seemed all too convenient that he was called into pit just as she was about to catch him… not that it really bothered her all too much, the over cut was more powerful at austria, so if she kept her good pace, she should come back out in front of her teammate.

many laps later and a late pit stop for y/n, the younger mclaren driver proudly picked up her second podium of the season. she hauled herself out of the car in parc ferme and immediately embraced max who had once again managed to win his quasi home race, catching lewis with ten laps to go.

once she had been weighed, y/n made her way to the interviews, glad to see it would be jenson conducting them - he always gave her nice questions.

“up first we have our third place finisher, the incomparable y/n y/ln! what a stint on those mediums, i thought for a second you were going to go all the way on them!” jenson said with a wide grin.

“thank you jenson! yeah… after the first lap i thought my race was pretty screwed… the fia took their time with carlos’ penalty so i had to regain my positions myself… but i think all in all it was a good race i’m glad to being going into my home race on the high of a podium and i’ll be looking to do even better there!”

jenson smiled at her but started to pick at his nails, a telltale sign he was going to have to ask a question he didn’t want to ask. “not to bring you down after a great race, but i must ask, what do you make of lando’s comments on the radio?”

y/n was puzzled, and her face showed that much. she started stuttering and shrugging. one of the production assistants behind jenson passed her a phone and pressed play. y/n held the phone up to her ear and felt the words rush over her.

“carlos did nothing wrong and i did nothing wrong. y/n needs to learn we won’t just let her past like schumacher did. tell her to hurry up if she wants this position back, i won’t give her a podium just because she can’t defend.”

oh. okay. y/n knew she needed to take a couple breaths before she responded or she would say something she would regret. people would probably forget about lando’s comments by next week but if she said something like that she’d be stuck with the brat label for the rest of her career.

“that’s disappointing for sure to hear. third and fourth is a good result for the team and it ended how it should’ve. we’ll discuss this with the team but for right now i’m going to celebrate my podium and drink some champagne!”

jenson gave her a nod to say she did well and beckoned over lewis. y/n walked back to the side of the podium pen and slid in next to max.

“who the fuck does he think he is saying that? i’m being serious, someones got to knock some sense into him,” max said under his breath, aware cameras were still on them.

“i know, it’s bullshit, but i doubt they’ll say anything severe to him.”

just as y/n was making peace with the fact there would be no severe consequences for lando, her and max turned to see the man himself in the media pen. intrigued, both listened in on his interview.

“it sounds bad on the radio, yes. but i stand by the message, maybe not the delivery. this is formula one and y/n needs to know that you can’t just bat your eyelashes and be let by.” lando’s PR handler cuts the interview there and drags him back towards the mclaren garage, barely concealing her anger on her face.

“well, well, well.”

max groaned from under the blanket he had wrapped over his head, snapping y/n out of it.

“yes he was a massive knob in austria, as per usual, but i don’t understand how implying he’s sleeping with me makes it any better? it makes it look so much worse!”

“can you stop bothering me about it i think you just retriggered my concussion.”

“i don’t think that’s a thing, max,” y/n said and then her phone chimed, “speak of the devil, he’s asked if we can go for some lunch to ‘discuss the season’ whatever the fuck that means”

“good leave me alone”

“we’re going to luigi’s do you want me to get you some carpaccio to go?”

“i actually take it back, i love you - yes.”

y/n refilled his water and got his painkillers from the kitchen before she slipped on her shoes and made her way out of the complex. this is what was confusing about lando. he was more than happy to berate her on the radio but then would set up meetings like this like nothing had happened. usually y/n could write it off as a heat of the moment thing - she had once called mick an ‘incompetent cunt with shit hair’ on the radio so she definitely understood it. but it never stopped there, media duties were the death of lando and y/n was interested to see how he aimed to worm his way out of this one.

luigi’s was surprisingly busy for a tuesday afternoon but y/n spotted lando easily with his big jumper in the july heat. lando didn’t stand up to greet her so y/n just sat down as soon as she got to the table.

“do you know what you want to order?” lando snapped the menu shut and looked over to her.

“i’m doing well lando, thanks for asking,” y/n muttered sarcastically, “i’m just going to get some of the salmon, it’s good here.”

the waiter turned up just as she put the menu down and y/n ordered the salmon, a juice and the carpaccio to go. lando had ordered some chicken salad and a water. once the waiter had left he hissed at y/n, “did you order that on purpose?”

“what?”

“the salmon.”

“are you allergic or?”

“no?”

“then what’s the big deal? i like salmon, it’s good for you.”

“i hate fish. everyone knows i hate fish. i invited you here to sort things out and you’re already starting with the mind games.”

y/n’s mouth fell open. he was actually being serious.

“you know not everything is about you right? salmon is in my meal plan and they cook it nicely here. i don’t think about you in everything i do.”

lando huffed, whispering a ‘that i’m sure of’ to himself. this was so childish, and y/n was very to let lando know that. “do you want to repeat yourself lando? or are you going to continue to be a child?”

lando was taken aback, “me being a child? says you! i wanted to talk this out after silverstone like we planned? you were going to come to see my family and everything. they were so excited to meet you, especially my sisters. but no, you let me, let us down!”

y/n actually laughed in disbelief. “i told you i was sorry about silverstone and i was, but max needed me and in that moment he was who i had to be with.”

“it’s always max, isn’t it?”

“he was airlifted to the hospital lando, i’m sure he would’ve preferred me hang out with your family than have to do that again.”

lando had started to rip apart the napkins, a sign he was desperately trying to regulate himself.

“you always choose him! you choose him then, you only stay at his when you’re in monaco - you’re even picking up food for him on our date!”

“our date? are you kidding me? i’m going to ignore that,” y/n took a sip of water,” and for max? i care about him deeply and he was in hospital after a very dangerous crash!”

“then why don’t you care about me? huh?” lando was getting choked up, “you’ve never been there for me when i’ve crashed?”

now y/n was even more confused. lando had wanted her to be there for him when he had crashed but also couldn’t stand to be around her longer than necessary until this season. this boy was such a headfuck.

“you fucking hated me last season lando. and the way you’re acting here and how you acted in austria don’t really tell me that you like me any more.”

lando huffed and crossed his arms like a child. y/n continued, “this is what i don’t get with you. you can’t stand me all last season, literally refusing to call me by my name, only calling me rookie and running from meetings as soon as you can but now, now! i need to be there for your every need. now you can repost dumb tiktoks and fuel rumours about us?”

“they told me we needed to look closer!”

“so you decided to tell the world we’re fucking?”

“i didn’t say that!”

“you basically did, i saw the reposts. and for your information i would never fuck you in a million years.”

“no, that’s for max only isn’t it?”

“what is you people’s fucking obsession with thinking i am sleeping with someone on the grid? is it that inconceivable that i might be able to exist around my fellow drivers without trying to sleep with them?”

“well you should stop acting like you are then!”

y/n stood up abruptly, scraping the chair across the floor. she hastily grabbed her stuff and slotted her sunglasses back.

“you can send me what i owe for the lunch, i don’t feel like sitting here and being berated because you can’t handle this season. you know who actually has something to be stressed about, the guy actually in the title battle, who is in bed still recovering from a crash. so goodbye lando, i’m going to go take care of my friend who actually cares about me and can talk to me without belittling me.”

she sweeped out of the restaurant, the waiter at the entrance saw her coming and passed her the carpaccio. the heat of monaco was sweltering but the drama between her and her teammate was heating up even more.

present.

y/n was still none the wiser about how she felt about lando, even all these years later. something inside of her wanted to reach out to him, reassure him that he was good enough, especially after how 2024 had panned out, but then the memories of their time together at mclaren come flooding back and she feels content with her silence.

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texts between y/n y/ln (bold) and charles leclerc (italics)

little birdy told me you’re back in monaco

by little birdy i mean your instagram post

omg have you considered a career switch to being a detective?

you’re mean

anyway!

cocktail night at mine tonight

i guess you can bring your losers too

yes that includes ollie before kimi asks

wow that’s a big assumption that i’m going to say yes

drinking on my dime? when have you ever said no?

you have a good point

i’ll be there at 8 - losers in tow

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“we get to go to a cocktail night at charles? oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

kimi squealed down the phone to y/n, “hold on let me tell ollie, we’ve got to get ready!”

y/n could hear him shuffling through their shared flat, “it doesn’t start for another like three hours kimi!”

the two boys had started excitedly discussing outfits and which cocktails are the ‘cool’ ones.

“we’ll swing by yours at 7:45, be ready we won’t wait.”

y/n hung up and turned to max smiling, they were so cute. the two of them had been curled up on the couch with the cats for the majority of the afternoon as y/n was catching up on sleep. the brit turned to max,

“oh i forgot to tell you,” max perked up, “guess who came to my apartment after the GQ thing?”

max shrugged, throwing a toy for jimmy.

“lewis.”

“hamilton?”

“yeah!”

max’s eyes sharpened, “why would he be at yours?”

“wouldn’t you know? you’re the one who gave him my address,” y/n replied, trying to make eye contact with max who was avoiding her gaze.

“yeah i thought he was going to send you like condolence flowers or something not show up unannounced?”

both of them had sat up at this point. brando was sat between them, looking between them confused.

“he showed up and complimented my dress. i asked him if he was sad he missed me at mercedes and he like proper leaned in and asked what i could possibly teach him? kissed my hand and left. it was weird.”

y/n laughed as she recounted the story but max wasn’t laughing.

“it’s funny max, you’re meant to laugh.”

max forces out a sarcastic laugh.

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing. i just think it’s weird. food for thought.”

“don’t worry he won’t replace you. you’ll always be my favourite.”

max smiled at that. he piled on top of her, with brando squished in the middle.

“you’ll always stay at mine in monaco right? i’ll always be your best friend on the grid?”

“always,” y/n said, tucking one of max’s hairs behind his ear, “beside where else would i stay? in kimi and ollie’s bachelor pad? i’d rather die”

max let out a laugh and let his head fall on y/n’s chest, her hands immediately tangling in his hair.

“i’m sorry for that. i just love you and our bond, i get jealous that mr seven titles might steal you away.”

“away from you? they’d have to take me kicking and screaming. you’re the only one who had my address, you’re the only one i spoke to in the three years. don’t think i’ll ever not have you first.”

the cocktail party was nearing, but the pair were content to stay tangled on the couch, with a grumpy brando tucked in between them. outside of the apartment, the ghosts of monaco still lingered. maybe it was a good thing charles had a weird obsession with cocktails and his at home bar, y/n could use some liquid courage tonight.

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user1: war is officially over

user2: i hope nothing bad happened between them but it is stuck in my mind that they didn’t talk in the three years

user3: i’m hoping she just flat out wasn’t speaking to anyone but max and charles did nothing bad

user4: his tribute post is still up which others can’t say so

kimiantonelli: i think her drinks are just right!

yourusername: i think we’re gonna work so well together

kimiantonelli: i think so toooooooooo

olliebearman: he’s just really drunk?

yourusername: so he’s not always like this?

olliebearman: loud? not really. but hanging off every word you say? yeah that’s pretty normal

user5: oh how i’ve missed my beautiful wife

user6: lando’s beautiful wife

user7: nuh uh george’s

user8: what about the guy who actually posted it

user9: i actually think you all should kill yourselves!

yourusername: i’m really not that bad you just have bad tolerance

charles_leclerc: i have measuring tools right there and you insist on doing the ‘y/n pour’

yourusername: does the ‘y/n pour’ get the party started or not?

pierregasly: yes because everyone is pissed by 9pm

yourusername: is that not the aim of a party

charles_leclerc: this is a sophisticated soiree - i even bought olives for this

yourusername: oh please

maxverstappen1: i think it would be funnier to watch everyone drunk stumbling around y/n

charles_leclerc: okay well we’d all be a bit more chill if you didn’t gatekeep her for three years

maxverstappen1: don’t care 😛

user10: max is the level of unbothered i need to be right now

user11: he’s on necks even in the off season

user12: so who else is to come?

user13: please please please let the brits be there i need my dose of y/nlando

user14: they're meant to be i swear

user15: oh my sweet summer child

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fin.

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༝ ᭝ ༝ ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU — PART ONE ༝ ᭝ ༝

⤷ ⋆ ft. itachi uchiha ⋆

⋆ note ; this was inspired by this post. credit to @majesticflyingwalrus ! sfw! small bit of angst!

⋆ note x 2 ; i believe this is going to have to become a miniseries…. so let’s say this is part one — centered around a small snippet of your connection with Itachi before, your feelings on the day of, and the first year of your marriage.

master list

You’d spoken to your husband maybe a dozen times before you were married.

Before you were thrown headfirst into a life long commitment with someone you could only comfortably consider an acquaintance for the sake of your clan.

Itachi Uchiha is polite. He’s collected, calm, rational. As children, he’d never been rude. He was a quiet boy, heir to the Uchiha clan. Someone who understood what it’s like to carry the weight of being the eldest child and all the responsibilities that accompany it, which you found comfort in.

Your families were close - ish, both high up on the social food chain. Whenever you’d been forced to spend time with him as a kid, he’d sit quietly nearby, working on a puzzle or reading some sort of book. Every now and then he’d invite you to join him and complete a puzzle, which featured pretty pictures of crows quite often, but you never spoke much outside of that.

Those memories you look back on with fondness, peaceful moments in an otherwise stress filled life.

As the years passed, and you reached your early twenties, your families renewed their bond, strengthened it. You remained unmarried, and so did Itachi. Your parents gave you grief over it, and when they brought up an arranged marriage, more than willing to give your hand away to Itachi, it didn’t surprise you. You’d been expecting it.

Itachi’s handsome, you respect him, and he’s kind, so you ignored the sensation of the ocean echoing in your ribcage and sucked it up. For your clan, you went along with the proposal. For your clan, you resigned yourself to a lifetime of loneliness.

Besides, you could do much worse than Itachi, right?

The planning was a breeze, over half the preparations being done for you. Your Mother, and Itachi’s, asked for your input considering certain aspects, but this wedding seemed more about the two of them instead of celebrating your union.

You have no clue if Itachi got a say in anything.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

The day of the wedding you sat alone. Your Mother had been droning on and on about “proper etiquette”, and the “importance of sticking to the itinerary”, when the reality of the situation crashed down on you. Hard.

Your entire body chilled, a rush of icy slush replacing your blood, heart caught in your throat. Sweat beaded on the back of your neck, palms clammy. Once your hands started to shake your Mother stared at you in bewilderment, her questions concerning your health muffled and far away to your ears.

You excused yourself without waiting for permission, locating the nearest vacant room to hide, crouch down, and to breathe.

Through the window you gaze at the small children from both families playing in the field. Jealousy burns hot in your chest at their carefree nature, the little ones living in ignorance and bliss. You squeeze your eyes shut to shake off the dark direction of your mind, allowing their high pitched peals of laughter to afford you a moment of calm. Reaching up you wipe the tears off your cheek with the back of your hand, careful of the delicate makeup that’d taken hours to perfect.

A soft knock on the door startles you, both eyes opening wide. You sniffle once and rise to your feet, smoothing out any wrinkles in your outfit, regaining your composure.

“Come in,” you call out, voice scratchy with the evidence of your recent crying. You clear your throat as the door opens and, to your surprise, it’s Itachi who steps in. The door swings shut behind him, not producing a single sound. Your eyebrows shoot up and Itachi gives you a small, comforting smile.

It’s silent as he walks closer, the air around you somber and achy. He sits down with enviable grace in the chair next to where you stand, patting the seat beside himself in invitation.

“I’m aware this day is…difficult,” he begins. He tilts his head up to meet your gaze, eyes warm and calm. “Your Mother told me you were in here. I wanted to be sure you were okay, so, are you alright?”

You sigh through your nose, resigned, and take a seat. Itachi reaches over and hovers his hand an inch above your knee, hesitant, before making the decision to rest it there. You stare at his hand, the lump in your throat returning, only this time it’s due to the sudden surge of affection swelling for the man.

“I’m doing well, all things considered,” you say light heartedly. You sneak your hand underneath his, thread your fingers together, and lift your head to lock eyes with Itachi, the corner of your mouth curling upwards.

Itachi laughs, and for the first time, you notice the movement crinkles the sides of his eyes. How endearing.

His expression switches to something more sympathetic, tender. “I apologize this has been forced upon you. If it helps, I’m very content with you being the one chosen for me. It’s comforting to me that I’m marrying someone who I’m on friendly terms with.”

“Yes,” you agree, eyes twinkling as his sweet words lift your spirits from the floor. “Although, I have to admit I’m heartbroken to be marrying you instead of Sasuke.”

Itachi’s jaw drops open, eyes going round like saucers before laughter bursts out of you, squeezing his hand tight as he rolls his eyes and joins in with you.

“A pity,” He teases. “I know for a fact my menace of a little brother would be ecstatic to marry someone as wonderful as you,” Itachi says, humming as he pretends to be in thought. “Don’t be surprised to find Sasuke waiting for you at the altar.”

You gasp in fake shock, leaning in to bump his shoulder with yours. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The sincerity of the statement leaves you searching for the right response, a small horde of butterflies demanding their presence be known in your belly. Things grow quiet between you once more, the silence comforting rather than awkward while you find your voice. “I am truly grateful that it’s you, Itachi. I doubt I could survive this with someone else.”

Itachi shifts his body to face yours, expression determined and serious. “I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make our life comfortable. Even if our relationship is not romantic, I’m grateful to be on the receiving end of your friendship. We’ll find our rhythm, promise me you won’t give up hope.”

You do promise, even going so far as to lock your pinkies together. Itachi exits first, and you follow his footsteps a few moments later.

When you leave your heart’s lighter than air.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣

The first year of your marriage, Itachi lives like he’s your roommate. Nothing more, nothing less.

You sleep in different rooms, you’ve made your home in separate bathrooms, and Itachi keeps busy enough with clan affairs that his appearance throughout the day is sparse. Somehow, dinner happens to be the time you’ve both allotted for the other. It’s not in writing, and you don’t speak about it, yet Itachi joins you nearly every evening to share a meal.

You’ve created quite a comfortable routine for yourself within your new life as Itachi’s wife. That’s all it is though, comfortable. Just as Itachi promised.

Loneliness is your shadow from day one. On your wedding night, you’d harbored a shred of hope that you’d share an intimate night with your new husband. When you’d kissed Itachi in your bedroom, fumbling to undress him, his response was to break the kiss as gently as he could. He declined with a strained smile and manners that never seem to abandon him.

Crying into your pillow, alone, was not what you expected to be on the table.

Itachi sat prim and proper at the table the next morning when you tried to apologize for making him uncomfortable. He assured you that wasn’t the case, but asked that you didn’t bring it up again, as he felt that enough had been pushed onto your shoulders already. He refused to add sex that you wouldn’t enjoy to the list.

You swallowed your pride and respected his wishes, assuming it was his way of letting you down easy and that Itachi had no real desire for you besides that of a simple companion. Yes, the situation was a blow straight to the gut, but you agreed to this life, so did you really have any right to complain?

Ever since, a distance remained between you. Day after day, you took up new hobbies, doing anything to fill the hole in your heart. As ironic as it may seem, you found yourself spending tons of time with Sasuke of all people. As if you did marry him instead.

You’d decided to start going on more walks, eager to explore and appreciate the beauty the Uchiha compound had to offer, and that’s where you discovered Sasuke.

Halfway through the journey you spotted him relaxing on a stone bench, watching koi fish swim circles in the pond, peaceful as you’d ever witnessed him. You’re sure Sasuke heard you approaching, because he was not surprised in the slightest when you took a careful seat next to him.

Quiet small talk about koi fish flowed through the air, and you mentioned your wish to tend to the gardens nearby. Then, on a whim, and before you could regret it, you asked him if he’d be interested in joining you on your daily strolls. The shock must have shown on your face when he accepted, because he snickered in response.

So that’s how you filled out your days. Occupied with different things such as drawing, gardening, baking, and going on walks with Sasuke. It shocked you to the core as you found a friend and confidant in the younger Uchiha.

A month after your one year anniversary with Itachi, you join him for dinner one night. He sits stiff as a board, shoulders tense when you arrive. A quick uptick of his lips becomes your singular greeting after you say hello.

“Is everything alright, Itachi?” You ask, tone weary as you settle down in your spot across from him.

He nods once, a quick jerk of his head. “Of course, I’ve just been meaning to speak with you about something. Before that however, tell me about your day.” Itachi sets his hands in his lap, waiting for your answer with an unreadable expression.

“Oh, well it was fine. Sasuke helped me —,”

“Sasuke?” He interrupts, voice tight.

Your eyebrow raises. “Yes,” you answer slowly. “I’m sure I’ve mentioned before we go on walks together.”

“Oh, yes. You’re right. I fear I’ve been quite forgetful today.” Itachi does seem distracted, which is odd in of itself. You’re certain you’ve discussed your walks with his little brother before and he never had an issue with it. You blink in Itachi’s direction, the atmosphere turning tense and unsettling. You’re able to hear to the crickets chirping outside.

The silence is awkward. “Is there something you needed to tell me?”

Itachi���s brows pinch together, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. “Forgive me for being so out of it. Yes, something important. I spoke with my Mother and Father today, they’ve informed me the elders have been pressuring them to tell me that I need to fulfill my duty and…,” he pauses to clear his throat, gaze firm. “That you and I need to have a baby, to produce an heir.”

Your stomach drops, body flashing white hot, and your cheeks become hot to the touch within seconds. “Are you serious?”

“I wouldn’t lie.”

You let out an incredulous laugh. Once again you’re smacked in the face with the life you signed up for. If you’re honest, you’d forgotten about having children over the course of the past year. It’s inevitable you suppose, making little Uchiha babies with Itachi, you’re his wife. “No, you wouldn’t.”

Itachi opens his mouth to speak but you hold up a hand to stop him.

“Don’t you dare apologize, Itachi. I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to be your wife. All I ask is that you be gentle, I’m not so experienced after all,” you try to joke, but it falls flat.

His gaze softens, posture loosening. He remains quiet for a moment, thoughtful. Then guilt appears to be written all over his face. “I’m a virgin as well, so know you’re not alone in this.”

No beating around the bush with Itachi. At least he doesn’t apologize again. “I’ll keep that in mind,” you say, voice soft. You suck in a deep breath, hold it for a few seconds, and let it out slowly, steadying yourself. You’ll find time to spiral over this when you’re alone. “When are we going to start?”

Itachi shoots you a small smile, the same one full of comfort and reassurance he gave you on your wedding day. You hadn’t even realized your shoulders were hiked up with tension until they relax under his gaze. “In order to answer that, I have to ask you another uncomfortable question. When does your next cycle begin?”

⋆ ⋆ should this mini series arranged marriage au continue? lemme know what you think! ⋆ ⋆

[mahboimahboi]

NEIGHBOR BUDDY x M!Reader (Featuring Actor Mackenyu)

Fluff

You slammed the door of your room shut, while stomping your way to the balcony, huffing at the sound of your mother who's still screaming at the top of her lungs, angry that you went out last night again without permission and to top it off you went drinking. That was the first rule your mother ever wanted you to follow, but considering just how your head is made of rock, you always went against her laws and always obeyed nothing. At first it was just an impulsive thought, going out with your friends, but it soon became a habit and this type of situation between you and your mother became more of a routine. Well, you can't blame yourself, your mother is too strict for literally everything. You wanted to live your life not just stay around in your house and play prison jail. That is just suffocating.

Soon, after a few minutes, the noises died down and you let out a breath that you didn't know your were holding. You sighed through your nose, thanking the heavens that it is finally over. You just don't understand why your mother is specifically too harsh on you, when you're siblings both could do the same thing, but could avoid getting into trouble every single time. So, what difference does it make when you do it? You're literally a grown up already. In your 20s, to be exact, yet you're mother still treats you like an overgrown sized baby.

Usually, your anger would have seeped out and you'd start rampaging inside your room, but the sight of your handsome, tall, buff and everything hot and sexy neighbor, you couldn't help, but let your anger vaporize in just a second. It was the only sight you'd ever need to calm you down.

Mackenyu, your neighbor crush, noticing eyes on him, meets yours and gave you a smile. He waves his hand at you (so cool), while you did the same thing in reply to him. He soon catches the tiniest hint of sadness in your eyes and grew a little concerned. Just like always, he'd move across the street to get to you and climb from the ladder that was located near the railings of your room's balcony. "Your mom caught you again?" He asked you, his voice deep and calming, brows furrowing upon his worry. You nod your head, not saying a word. "Figured. You're such a naughty boy, Y/N. Can't say I dislike that fact about you." He commented, making you blush, but externally all you could ever do is just scoff.

"I can't just stand being with this family anymore. It's crazy how it's madly obvious that they have their favorites yet continue to state that they treat us all equally. What some pure bullshit." You complained to him, Mackenyu hopping inside to get to your side and sat on the bench, the male inviting you to take a seat beside him. You complied, before getting shocked when the buffer sized male wrapped his arms around you and started to caress your back.

"You know the thing I admire the most about you, Y/N? It's that even if you realize the mistakes they did to you, you still stay strong and resilient. You're so brave, Y/N." He said, while tears started to prick the side of your eyes. "If you want to run away, my house is always free." He said, you looking a bit confused.

"But, your house is just across ours." You told him in reply, hearing a soft chuckle from the other male.

"I never said which house, Y/N." Your eyes widened and looked up at him like a dog getting a new owner.

"You don't mean...?" Mackenyu nods his head and you throw yourself at him with so much joy that all you could ever think of was just how excited you are to finally be able to leave this hell of a house. "Yes, yes! I'll start packing." You said and immediately ran to your room and quickly did a heavy packing after locking the door to your room.

"That's my boy."

[dark-frosted-heart]

The Beast's User Manual - Clavis (Part 3)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Case. 3: The proper way to love Clavis

Emma: Cyril, are you sure this information is accurate?

Cyril: Yes, no doubt about it. I swear on my title as the head knight.

Emma: Thank you. In that case, I can’t miss this chance!

Cyril, who’s Clavis’ close aide and in a position to control the knights of the Foreign Affairs faction, side-eyed me as I got fired up.

Having a free-spirited lord, the look’s not usual for Cyril. However, it’s rare that he directed it at me.

Emma: What’s wrong?

Cyril: Nothing…I just think that my lady’s been poisoned by Prince Clavis.

Emma: !!!

Cyril: Ah…you’re in shock. I thought you lost those feelings too.

Emma: Of course not.

(Poisoned…)

(No, he’s right. Normally, I wouldn’t think about pranking my fiance when I hear that he’s taking a rare nap)

Cyril: They do say that married couples tend to be alike.

Emma: We’re not married.

Cyril: You pretty much are. Well, do as you like. Just please make sure that you wake Prince Clavis up. If he doesn’t show up to the meeting on time, I’ll kick the door down.

Emma: Got it. I’ll do my best!

Cyril, perhaps overwhelmed by my energy, returned to his post with a wry smile.

I was left alone to face the tightly shut door.

(The key that Clavis gave me…Here it is)

Though Clavis didn’t normally let anyone in his room, he let me in.

I quietly inserted the key into the lock so as to not make a sound, and when I went inside…

(Wow…he really is sleeping like Cyril said)

The person lying on the sofa was breathing normally.

Even when I tiptoed toward him, Clavis’ eyes didn’t open.

(I think this is the first time I’ve ever gotten this good of a look at his sleeping face)

Clavis was lying on the sofa in his usual clothes and looked beautiful as he slept.

Without the usual smile, the innocent look reminded me of his innocent childhood.

(...Huh, he’s hugging something to his chest…)

(...It can’t be. A rabbit plushie?!)

I couldn’t help but groan at the fact that Clavis, a self-proclaimed rabbit lover, had this side to him.

(Is Clavis going to earn the title “cute” like that day with the lap pillow?)

(What a gentleman, geez!)

I knelt down beside him and continued to gaze at his handsome face with my chin resting on my hands.

I’ll never get tired of his bouncy bedhead or his overly defenseless sleeping face.

(What do I do? I need to wake him up, but…I can’t)

(...But if I don’t steel my heart, Cyril will kick the door down.)

Emma: Clavis…

When I whisper his name, Clavis’s eyelids react faster than I expected.

(I think he woke up, soー)

Clavis: Nn…It’s not…time yet… *yawn* I’m…sleepy…I’ve had enough, good night…

(Wow…he’s sleep talking)

(I don’t think I’ve seen Clavis half asleep like this before)

(I love this listless Clavis…)

As continued watching, forgetting what I was supposed to do, his eyes opened. 

(Ah…)

Clavis: …

Emma: G-good morning…

Clavis: …

Emma: Are you still half asleep?

I waved a hand in front of his golden eyes.

Clavis blinked several times and shot up.

He then hurriedly picked up his ascot tie that was hanging on the back of the sofa and tied it.

Clavis: Emma…

Emma: Yes?

Clavis: What did you see?

Emma: Your sleeping face.

Clavis: Did I say anything strange?

Emma: You said something cute.

Clavis: …I see

…

Clavis covered his face with one hand.

(Alright, the prank was successful)

Emma: Are you, by any chance, embarrassed?

Clavis: Haha, there’s no way. It’s just that, you know… Yes, I thought it strange for you to sneak into my room without permission.

Emma: Hehe…You prank me often. I thought I’d return the favor.

(This is the kind of surprise that Clavis loves)

Clavis: I see…you got me

Emma: And it’s my dream to become a Clavis master.

Clavis: Hm? What’s with that amusing title?

Emma: It’s a title reserved for those that you know ins and outs, and can hold the reins. It was a great learning experience today to see Clavis after you woke up from your nap.

Clavis: …

Emma: By the way, Clavis. Here.

When I point at a spot above his ear, Clavis tidies up his hair in a hurry.

(I guess Clavis’ hair falls out of place when he sleeps. There’s a lot of cute things today)

I couldn’t help but laugh and amusement replaced that innocent, sleepy look.

(Ah, I have a bad feeling about this)

Clavis: That’s a good attitude, my dear fiancee. I like your courage to prank me as part of your journey to becoming a master. However…

Clavis was returning to his usual self the more he spoke and suddenly grabbed my hand.

In one moment, it was like he was a gentleman asking me to sit on the sofa with a gentle touch, and in the next, I was pinned down.

The Clavis that was staring at me from above lost all traces of cuteness from before.

Clavis: You should be more careful. It’s too naive to be satisfied with a prank. You have to expect payback.

A charming Claviss kissed my forehead before sliding his lips down to my cheek and then jaw.

(It’s unfair to suddenly change the mood…)

And of course, my heart felt like it was going to burst from the unexpected surprise.

Emma: C-Clavis…It’s almost time for the meeting!

Clavis: I know.

Emma: But your hands are still wandering…!

A hand casually rested on a leg, ready to slip under my skirt.

The feeling of his fingers caressing the skin made my face heat up immediately. 

Clavis: Thanks to you, I woke up ahead of schedule. I have plenty of time to tease you.

(That devilish look…!)

Any protest is silenced by a kiss.

Having lost the upperhand, I accepted his loving kiss.

Clavis: Where’d that boldness go? You’ll never get me to submit like that, hahaha!

(But, did you think I didn’t see this coming?)

Believing that he was in charge now, Clavis let his guard down.

(In times like this…)

I grabbed his face and pulled him back in for a kiss.

Instead of a sweet peck, I kissed him deeply, tongue and all.

(Clavis will be so happy with how honestly I’m conveying my love for him…)

When our lips parted, shock once again adorned his handsome face.

Emma: Don’t underestimate me. I’ve been poisoned by you to the point that Cyril side-eyes me.

At my proud declaration, Clavis burst into laughter.

Clavis: When did you get so good at handling me?

Emma: Hehe, does that mean you approve?

Clavis: Yes, I’ve lost.

The wide and charming smile on Clavis’ face made my heart pound.

This was the look I wanted to see with my prank.

Emma: You can leave yourself to me.

(Because I love you more than anyone else)

[galway-girlatwork]

Concert Charms.

Fandom: The Last of Us-AU-No outbreak-Young Joel. Meet Cute. Rock Concert.

Rating: Mature-There is angst. So much angst. And fluff.  

Central Characters: Joel, Sarah, Tommy, Ellie, Andrea AKA Andy (Original Female Character)

Central Relationship: Joel and Andy

Word Count: 3,037

AO3

Please do not copy my work. If you liked it, please re-blog and tag me. Please do not steal my mood board. I do not give permission to copy, translate, or post my work to any other platform.

Music inspiration: The One That Got Away by The Civil Wars. Don’t Stop Believing by Journey.

Written for @ justagalwhowrites Joel Miller Birthday Celebration.

SUMMARY:

What happens when you go to a rock concert? Confusion, angst at miscommunication, you begin to wonder if it’s worth getting involved with a stranger. But backyard BBQ’s leads to something more and who knows what can happen in twenty years.

Concert Charms.

Andy had always loved Journey, their music was the soundtrack of her youth, filled with dreams and possibilities. She’d been an 80’s kid, raised by parents who grew up in the 60’s so music had always been apart of her life in some way. Everything from The Doors to the heavy metal hair bands that dominated her childhood. So, when she heard, they were coming to town, it was a no brainer that she’d have to go, not caring that she was going alone.

The night of the concert found her jamming out in the parking lot, before she got out of her car, getting her even more hyped for the show. Once inside the venue, she browsed the merch table before buying three t-shirts, one for her, the other two for her parents. Making her way to her seat, beer in hand, she stood in the crowd, feeling the music pulse through her veins as the band started. She was lost in the moment, singing along to "Don't Stop Believin'," when she felt someone bump into her, cold beer spilling down her back. Turning around, to see a rugged man with dark hair, accompanied by a younger guy.

"Sorry about that!"

"No problem," Andy replied with a grin. "Great concert, huh?"

"The best," the older man agreed. "Name's Joel, and this here is my brother, Tommy."

"I'm Andrea, Andy for short," she said, shaking their hands. The three of them struck up a conversation, bonding over their shared love for the band and the thrill of the live performance. As the night went on, they found themselves laughing, singing, and dancing together.

By the time the concert ended, Andy felt like she'd known Joel and Tommy for years. They exchanged numbers, promised to keep in touch but on a whim, she asked if they wanted to find someplace to eat.

Tommy chimed in as he looked back and forth between the two of them, noticing that Joel hadn’t taken his eyes off of her. “Hell yea, know this diner bout twenty minutes from here. Know where Stars is off 35?”

“Yea I know that place. Great food and I’m bout starved to death. Meet you there?”

“Sure will.” Waving at her as she blended into the massive crowd exiting the arena. Smirking he glanced over at his older brother, trying to find her. “Pretty, ain’t she?”

“Don’t start Tommy. I don’t need the hang up from getting involved, sides’ I got Sarah.”

“Excuses bro, excuses.”

“Bet ya ten bucks she ain’t even there.” It was longer than twenty minutes before they pulled into the parking lot, traffic being backed up for miles outside the arena, not even knowing what kind of car she drove, he knew he was about to make easy money. However, when they walked in, he could see a riot mess of black curls, as she looked over the menu. Tommy chuckled as he held out his hand, looking for the ten. “Shut up.”

When she looked up, her smile set off a fire in his blood and a litany of images in his head. It took him a second to realize that Tommy had walked in front of him and was now sliding into the booth next to her. Asshole.

She didn’t mind that Tommy sat next to her, gave her a chance to stare at Joel. He was handsome, not cute like you would normally label someone. Maybe it was because he was older than some of the other guys she’d dated. Not by much, just two years but there was just something about him. It wasn’t until they were in the middle of eating that she found out he had a daughter, making it a point to be looking at her when he told her, her name, Sarah. It kind of felt like he was testing her, seeing how she’d react and that is when she shut down, turning her attention now to Tommy. Not because she thought of him in that way but because she didn’t like being put on the spot like that. People assuming, not giving her a chance. Once they had finished consuming about ten thousand calories, mostly made up french fries and milkshakes, she looked at her watch and groaned. “I gotta go. Work tomorrow.” Dropping twenty bucks on the table, Tommy let her slide out of the booth, giving him a wink and a smile. “Had a great time. Gimmie a call.” A quick look at Joel, smile faltering for a second. “Night Joel.”

Getting in the car, she locked the door, before pressing her head to the steering wheel for a minute or two before starting it and driving off. Why did men have to be such jerks?

It took Tommy less than twenty-four hours to call her, noticing she was out of breath when she answered. “Hey Andy, what’s goin on?”

“Oh, hey Tommy, just got home from work. What’s up with you?”

“Nothin much. Was wondering what you’re doing tomorrow? We’re havin a cook out at Joel’s, thought you might wanna join.”

“Uh yea sure. What time? Need me to bring anything?”

“Bout one. Can you bring potato salad and beer?”

“Sure. Um gimme the address.” Scribbling the address on a pad of paper near the phone, they talked for a few more minutes before hanging up.

“Tommy what the fuck are ya doin? Ya saw what happened at the diner. The minute I mentioned Sarah, it was like you could freeze ice in her lap.”  He noticed the way she changed when he had mentioned Sarah, like he was beneath her or not worthy of her attention. It burned a little but he had moved on, maybe.

“Well Jesus Joel, you shoulda seen the look on your face when ya said it, almost daring her to say something negative. And the way you said it? I woulda told you to fuck off. Look I like her, and not that way so stop lookin at me like ya wanna deck me. She’s cool, funny and pretty as hell. ‘Sides, I think she can put up with your stubborn ass. I’m gonna head to the store.”

She paused before she rang the doorbell, beer sitting at her feet, homemade potato salad in hand. Taking a deep breath, she didn’t think about how many times she’d changed before settling on the concert t-shirt she bought, jean cut off shorts with Converse high-tops. She wouldn’t think of how many times she’d touched her self, thinking of Joel. She would ignore that thought when she felt nipples harden against the fabric of the shirt. Fuck. But even before she could grow a spine and ring the bell, Tommy whipped open the door, the biggest grin on his face.

“Hey Andy. Come on in, here let me take the beer.” Oh, she was trouble and he knew Joel wouldn’t know what hit him. She was more than pretty and if he thought for one second, he had a chance, he’d take it but he’d seen the way they looked at each other. Like two idiots who had absolutely no clue what was about to happen to them.

“Hey Tommy,” she sighed, visibly more relaxed than if Joel had answered the door. Something told her Tommy would be her best friend. You know that guy friend you can call at two in the morning because you were too drunk to drive home. Stepping inside the small two story, she followed him into the kitchen, setting the potato salad on the counter. Just as Tommy handed her a beer, a little girl, no more than three or four came tearing through, screaming and laughing as Joel chased after her, stopping suddenly when he noticed her. “Hey Joel.” What the fuck was she doing here, noticing the look on his face, like he’d just stepped in something, and couldn’t wait to scrape off the bottom of his shoe. A small little hand tugged at the bottom of her shirt, giving her a small lil smile, squatting so she was eye level with her. “Hi. You’re Sarah right? Your dad told me all about you. I’m Andy.” She was handed the Barbie that was clutched in the other hand before she ran to Joel, watching as he scooped her up. Standing, she clutched the doll to her chest, giving a wink. “I’ll keep her safe til you’re ready to have her back.”

Tommy shook his head at the tension that was building in the kitchen, wondering if the windows would blow out when it was finally released. “Well, I’m gonna go start the grill, Joel grab the burgers and hot dogs from the fridge, will ya?”

“Yea I got it.”

A Conversed covered foot came up, scratching at the back of a knee as nervous fingers played with the fringe of a jean clad thigh, before she gave a small shake of her head, pushing away from the counter. “Guess I’ll go out back if that’s ok?”

“Yea I’ll be out in a sec.” As he watched her walk out to the backyard, fingers tightened on the handle of the fridge door, seeing the small sway of her hips, the way her shorts rode up just a little, baring her thighs. Clearing his throat, he grabbed a beer from the fridge, hearing Sarah yellin for him from the swing set, wanting to be pushed. This was going to be a really long afternoon.

Between the beer, food and Sarah wanting to play Barbies all afternoon, she was exhausted by the time Tommy called it a night. “Yea I think I’ll head out too.” But then she walked into the kitchen and saw the disaster the four of them had made and felt bad, not wanting to leave it all for Joel, who was upstairs getting Sarah ready for bed. “Tommy second thought, I think I’ll clean up the kitchen before I go. Call me tomorrow?”

“Sure, will beautiful.” A sly smile on his lips and a lazy wink given before he walked out the front door.

Rolling her eyes at him, she began throwing out all the trash, leaving it by the backdoor before she started on the dishes.

Finally asleep, he left Sarah’s room, the door open a crack, night light casting shadows on the pinkish purple walls, he smiled before going downstairs, hearing clink of dishes being set in the drying rack. Leaning against the wall, he again just watched her for a minute stepping up beside her. “You ain’t gotta do those. I can take care of them in the morning.”

“It’s no problem, almost done and then I’ll get out of your way.”

He could hear the tension in her voice, see the way she held her self, stiff, unyielding, like barbed wire wrapped around a brick wall. “You’re not in my way. So, Tommy…he’s taken a liken to ya.”

She almost dropped the glass she as holding between soapy hands when he mentioned Tommy, giggling a little before gaining composure. “Tommy’s a nice guy. I gotta feelin he’s gonna be a real good friend.” Silence fell between them as she finished, drying her hands on the dishtowel. “Well now all ya gotta do is take out the trash and you’re set.”

“Thanks Andy. Feels weird callin ya that. I like Andrea better.”

Eyes went wide as he used her full name, not the nick name she’d been settled with when she was five. “Um okay. Well guess I should head out. Tell Sarah I had fun today.”

Just as she reached to grab her purse from the counter, a hand came up, fingers wrapping around a bicep, spinning her round, pulling him against his chest. He heard the audible gasp come from between her lips before he kissed her. This was so outta character for him but it was something he’d wanted to do since the night of the concert. He just wanted to kiss her, for hours as he held her close. She looked so small and fragile, a contrast to the hard angles of himself. When she didn’t resist him, arms looping loosely around his neck, he picked her up and set her on the counter, feeling her wrap her legs around his waist, just as a hand cupped his cheek, thumb caressing the bone beneath. He ended it first, layin his forehead against her shoulder. “I’m sorry. Never should have done that.”

It was like someone had taken a pin to a balloon and instead of outright popping it, they made a small little nick, letting the air out slowly. She felt deflated and defeated. She didn’t believe in that whole bullshit of love at first sight but she did know she wanted him and he obviously wanted her so why, why would he say something like that. “I’m not sorry. Life’s too short to live with regrets Joel.” Pushing him away, she slid from the counter, grabbing purse and keys before walking out the door.

“Fuck.” He ran out the door after her, calling her name a couple of times before she stopped. “Andrea wait a god damn minute.”

“What? What? What do you want Joel? I thought we hit off and then you turn cold and now you kiss me fucking senseless and then say you’re sorry so what? I am not a game or a shiny toy you take for a spin around the block before you start regretting it.” Yea there was the temper that got her in trouble more times than she cared to count, including some suspensions from school and a slew of ex’s but truth be told, those bastards had it comin.

She was fire and brimstone, which shocked him but also excited him. She was one of those women and he wanted her. One that would fight, protect, heal, love until the end of days. “Can you just be quiet for one second. We did hit it off but when I told you about Sarah, you began acting like it was an issue…”

“Because of the way you said it and the way you were looking at me, like daring me to say something. It doesn’t matter if you have a daughter because she is apart of you and I would never ask any parent to choose anyone over their child. It’s wrong, on so many levels…” She couldn’t get another word out before his lips were on hers again. All thought of how confusing he was, went out of her head as fingers curled into the t-shirt he was wearing, legs widening just enough for him to settle between them.

He held onto her, arms around her waist, holding her to him, like he was drowning and she was the only thing holding him to shore. He didn’t know how long they stood in the driveway, kissing each other like it would be the last time. Finally letting her go, he could feel her clinging to him and while most would have pushed away, he only held her tighter. “Stay, just a lil while longer? We can talk, watch a movie.”

“I’d like that.” Little did they know, that night would change life forever.

Twenty years later, they sat in the backyard of their home. The warm summer evening, had a breeze which was shocking considering the humidity Texas could produce, the cicadas singing their own little concert, couldn’t drown out the girls, laughing and running through the house.   

Stepping out onto the porch, handing Andrea a beer, he sat down next to her, taking her hand, fingers absently playing with her wedding ring. "Happy anniversary, darlin," he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

"Happy anniversary," Andrea replied, smiling up at him. "Can you believe it's been twenty years since we met at that concert?"

Chuckling, giving a small shake of his head. "No. Feels like yesterday. Man, you had a temper but look at us now, two beautiful daughters and a life I wouldn't trade for anything." Ellie was a surprise they weren’t expecting. They’d tried to get pregnant for years after they got married but all the doctors told em it wouldn’t be possible. So they decided to adopt and got Ellie, who could be a hellion in her own right but with Sarah, it was a wonder the house was still standing.

Leaning her head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body seeping into her skin, she sighed. "We've come a long way, haven't we? And I had a temper because you were actin like an ass. Admitted it as much the night of that cook out, so you can’t completely blame me.

“Sure can, but I wouldn’t trade this and I'm grateful for every moment of it."

Sarah and Ellie ran out onto the porch, each holding a small box. "Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad!" Sarah exclaimed, handing her box to Andrea.

Ellie did the same, grinning widely, handing her box to Joel. "We made these for you."

Glancing at each other before they opened the boxes finding homemade bracelets, each adorned with small charms that represented different moments from their life together. “Now I know why we had to go to Micheal’s twenty times this week. I love it. Thank you girls. They’re beautiful.”

Ellie sat in Andy’s lap, lookin over at Joel as shoved her bangs out of her face. “Dad, we know you can’t wear yours at work but figured you could leave it in the cup holder.”

Joel nodded, clearly touched clearing his throat before he spoke. "You two are the best."

In that moment, Andrea knew that their journey was far from over. With Joel, Sarah, Ellie, by her side, she was ready to face whatever the future held. She knew that no matter what, they would always have each other and the music that had brought them together all those years ago. What could she say, she was a music whore and her husband loved it.

After the girls were in bed and the house was locked up for the night, she hopped up on the kitchen counter, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt, lips brushing against his. "Love you."

[unreliablesnake]

My new swag (Joel Miller x reader)

Summary: Joel's ex makes you snap, and it's revealed that you come from a rich family.

Note: This brainrot comes from me reading this amazing chapter of Summer Submission by @elvinaa. I just wanted the reader snap and reveal that she comes from a ridiculously rich family (like Nick in Crazy Rich Asians), making Allison and Sarah shut up at once. Thank you so much for giving me permission to write this!! / The title comes from this song because I've been listening to this on repeat while writing. /Not proofread or edited. I'll die on that hill one day.

Warnings: age gap, no outbreak, rich Joel.

It would have been a blatant lie if you said you weren't nervous. Joel was there by your side, promising a wonderful evening for the two of you, but you knew his ex-wife and daughter would also be there, which foreshadowed the upcoming drama. Why would they start and behave now of all times?

And just as expected, drama slowly unfolded. First Allison and Sarah made their snarky little comments, trying to anger you and Joel simultaneously. Then Charles started talking shit, giving you a glimpse into the series of lies those evil witches were spreading about you.

Then there were the looks of familiarity from people who had already known you and your family. But you knew they would keep their mouths shut about this. No one needed to know the truth, especially not Sarah or Allison. Oh, they would be a hundred times worse if they knew. A part of you wanted them to find out, the thought of the look on their faces being quite entertaining, but this wasn’t the right time or place for that.

Being in the company of Stella and Neal felt like a breath of fresh air. They were always so nice to you, making you feel safe and sane in the shitstorm you got yourself into by choosing Joel. You didn’t even know where you would be if they hadn’t taken you under their wings.

Sometimes you wondered if it was a good idea–staying with Joel, that is. Maybe you should just go home and leave this madness behind. Not because Sarah and Allison wanted you to leave, not because you were afraid of what they would do, but because that was the only way you could keep your remaining sanity and dignity.

“You okay?” Neal asked you on the dancefloor, knocking you out of your darkening thoughts.

Letting out a sigh, you thought about what to say. He could see right through you, there was no reason to lie. “Why am I here?” you asked him, being sure he would know what you meant by this short question.

Neal groaned, a sound that was accompanied by a disapproving look as he guided you. “Just breathe in, then breathe out. Calm down. They can’t hurt you with their stupid lies. I mean, they could, but I’m sure you can protect yourself. You don’t need anyone’s help, not even Joel’s.”

Maybe he was right; you shouldn’t let those vicious women get to you. So you put on a smile and gave Neal the sweetest look you could possibly manage. He couldn’t help but laugh as he complimented your sudden good mood, making you laugh as well. It felt nice. It felt warm. You were beginning to feel like yourself again.

“When was the last time you were at an event like this?” he suddenly asked when a slower song was playing and he held you closer than before.

You had to think about this for a moment. “A few years ago. I can’t even remember what the gala was for, but I sure as hell remember my adorable peach-colored dress and the way guys kept staring at me,” you replied dreamily, earning a smug smile from the man in front of you. “Oh, please, I went there with my dad. He chased away everyone.”

The two of you laughed at the thought, then he tilted his head to the side as he watched you. You cocked an eyebrow, having no idea what was going through his handsome head. Whatever it was, it drew a mischievous smile on his face.

“I remember what you wore at that Christmas party last year,” he suddenly said with a wide grin.

Of course, he was there. You attended the grandiose Christmas event your father’s company hosted for prominent people, feeling free and good because you onew no photos of you would get out from the event. Your father always made sure of that, no magazine was brave enough to take a risk. This way you knew Sarah wouldn’t find out, and so you had one less thing to worry about.

Your father introduced you to Neal himself, for some reason finding this young man worthy of meeting you. The two of you had fun, but at the end of the event you didn’t give him your number, and told him he shouldn’t risk stalking you on social media. He took the hint and let you be.

Before you could say anything, you noticed Joel on the side of the dancefloor, his eyes fixed on you. You watched him approach with a smile, honestly happy to see him. “Joel, did your conversation go well?” you asked sweetly.

Your innocent question kicked off a conversation between Joel and Neal that made you tense up. You didn’t like where this was going, and in all honesty, you found it ridiculous. Joel was jealous, it was clear as day, while Neal was having the time of his life messing with him.

When you made it to your table before the auction, Allison sprung into action, aiming at provoking you two until you broke. But you were done with their bullshit, and Joel didn’t seem to care much either. He put a hand on your thigh when Charles asked if you enjoyed the event, and his fingers tightened around your flesh when Allison made a few more unwanted comments.

You glanced over at Neal for a moment, thinking about how dancing with him was so far the best part of the night. Maybe it was the fact there was no drama with him around. Maybe it was the fact he knew the real you. Maybe both.

“Do you like it?” Joel asked with a gentle nudge.

Since you were zoning out, you had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. “Like what?”

“That painting,” he whispered, flashing a charming smile at you.

It was beautiful, you didn’t even deny it. But then he raised the white card that until now lay on the table and said, “Twenty thousand.”

You shot him a shocked look, demanding to know why he suddenly decided to bid for it, and when he said he wanted to buy it for you, you had a mental breakdown. He was going too far with this. You knew you had to stop him. But as you tried to come up with the plan to convince him to give up, you heard Neal’s voice from the other side of the table.

And that’s when these two–Joel and Neal–began their own stupid little bidding war. You tried to convince Joel once again, but he didn’t stop so you picked up a white card from the table and said, “Two hundred and fifty thousand!”

This shut them up. In fact, it shut everyone up.

You noticed the knowing smile that crept on Neal’s lips, but your attention was averted by Allison, who scoffed and said, “It’s easy to be generous with Joel’s money.”

It was rich coming from her, but you managed not to laugh at her statement. Sarah began to complain about you spending her father’s money, Allison joined the choir soon after, but you were more focused on Joel who was watching you with a serious expression on his face.

“What was that?” he asked.

“I snapped and bought the painting myself to stop you two morons,” you said, pointing at Joel first, then moving your fingers to point at Neal.

He laughed, seemingly having a little too much fun, but Joel was dead serious as his eyes burned a hole in you. “This is for charity,” he repeated his previous words. “And I’m still paying for it at the end of the day, so I should thank you for making a generous offer in my name.”

“Charity, my ass. It was all about winning. At least I had a good reason to buy this painting with my own money and support this cause due to my family history,” you said, having to bite on your lower lip before your tears would begin to fall because of the memories.

Joel’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t try to ask you about the my own money part of your speech despite having a frown on his face when you said it. Good. You wanted to forget this and enjoy the rest of the evening in peace.

But Allison had a different idea. She took a sip of her drink, then she said, “And how are you planning to pay for it? You said you were buying it with your own money after all.”

“Yeah, you don’t have that much money. Hell, you couldn’t even pay for your own dress,” Sarah said with a mean smile.

Oh, you poor thing, if you only knew. If Joel hadn’t shown up in the shop, you would have paid for everything yourself. But as she and her mother kept giving you those vicious looks, acting like rabid dogs ready to attack, you felt something snap in you.

“You know what? I’m not gonna stay here and listen to the two of you. You’re terrible, pathetic people, and you,” you said, pointing at Allison, “don’t even have money. Assuming I just spent Joel’s money was truly rich coming from you, the very woman who has been blackmailing him for more of his money that you don’t even deserve.”

Stella’s lips curled into a proud smile, while Neal silently clapped to cheer you on. You glanced down at Joel for a moment who had a very, very confused look on his face.

“I’ll go pay for the painting then I’m heading home,” you stated, talking mostly to Joel. “Have a good night, everyone.”

“What the hell?” you heard Sarah’s voice from behind you.

It was soon followed by Neal who said, “You know, her family has more money and power than you can even think of.”

He shouldn’t have said that, but it was water under the bridge now, you weren’t planning on going back and telling everyone to keep quiet about this little detail. So you walked outside, heading straight to one of the organizers to check where you could pay for the damn painting that you bought. You asked them to put a note on it, one that was intended for Stella who deserved this beauty for helping you so much throughout the past few weeks.

As you walked towards the front door, you heard a familiar voice behind your back. “Hey! Would you stop?”

“Why?” you asked before telling him how terrible you felt the whole night.

It had been a nightmare so far, and you told him that you weren’t expecting things to get any better. Then one thing followed another and he ended up saying something that deeply hurt you.

“I’m not the one making a scene. I don’t start fights, I finish them,” you informed him angrily, doing your best to keep your voice down. “Talk to your ex and daughter, get them to behave. Oh, and tell Allison that if she does or says anything that hurts my reputation back home, she better do it knowing my family has an army of bloodthirsty lawyers who would be more than happy to tear her apart in court for defamation.”

Joel opened his mouth, seemingly about to say something to this, but then he remained silent. Out of morbid curiosity you stayed there, waiting to hear what he had to say. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke up and said, “Is it true? What Neal said about your family.” You nodded as you folded your hands behind your back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Because we’re not like you, we don’t want the world to know we’re rich, you were dying to say. It was true, your family was ridiculously private, and you went against everything you had been taught all your life tonight by letting them find out the truth like they did.

“That’s my family’s money,” you said in the end. “I bought the painting with the money I inherited from my grandfather. I don’t want my family’s money, not yet. I want to live a perfectly normal life while I’m studying. I’m already getting a lot of shit for not studying in England, I don’t need them to have more to say about my life.”

You could see the wheels turning in his head, but you weren’t about to wait and find out what he had to say.

“I’ll go home now,” you said before turning around and going outside to get a taxi.

This was for the best. You both needed time to calm down, and you could only hope he would come after you soon. If he didn’t… Well, at least you would know what kind of man he was. He only wanted you when he couldn’t have you. Now here you were, ready to be with him, but he didn’t seem as invested in this relationship as you were.

[darksideaskblog]

Drensi answered her questions one by one, and the punch to the arm made him chuckle as he held where she hit him.

He smiled and began answering her questions, “Well,” he said softly, “The Three Islands are a magical place, you will see what I mean when we get there,” he then pointed to the lanyard badge in her had, “Which is why that and you wearing that is so important. That army are actually wolf-like creatures called Erasers. Don’t ask me why they have that name because I have no earthly idea why they are called that, but I do know for a fact that they are very closely related to Werewolves but don’t have the limitations werewolves do. Erasers are much stronger, faster, and have excellent senses. They never need to feed nor do they need to wait to change themselves at the full moon, they can choose whenever they want to change to their wolf-like form or human,” he paused for a second then continued, “Erasers, like I said, are much stronger, and much faster than a Shadow, which is very important because there have been instances where a Shadow missed their feeding day and went crazy in the Tree. All hell broke loose but they captured him and pinned him to the floor and made sure to put him into a feeding chamber with a Narck,” he turned to her and smiled, “And if you’re wondering how I know that in so much detail it’s because that Shadow was me,” he cleared his throat and continued again, “So that’s also why I asked if you liked dogs, I know you already told me you used to be human but I did forget when I asked the question.”

He paused for a split second, dusting off his shoulder then continued again, “The Erasers will let certain people enter where the band members go, those certain people always have those badges around their necks, and since you are my guest, you must wear that around your neck so they don’t throw you out of the Ruler’s room when and if we do go in there. That also tells the Erasers that you will be protected by them, the black tells them if someone attempts to mess with you are harm you, that they have permission to kill if necessary,” he said this as he flipped the badge face over, and pointed to a medium sized black dot on the top right corner, then he leaned forward and lifted some of his hair on the back of his neck showing a small scratch in the shape of a strange looking cross with small swirls at the bottom, he then continued, “This is given to all Shadows, every race that feeds has a symbol on their body like this, it gives off a scent to the Erasers telling them who I am and that I do need to feed, and if need be how to dispose of me if I can’t be saved. It is a precaution, to make sure all who enter the Three Islands are safe, because a lot of other people like you and me will be there. Many feed, and even more are considered prey by the ones that feed, and it is kind of hard to reason with us when we go into a feeding frenzy,” he lifted himself upright and fluffed his hair and smiled, “And I bet you the Slayer has something like this, telling them he is not to be trusted on his person. But yeah, that pretty much sums that up, and if you have more questions please ask away.”

He was at the door now, and watched as Jay gave his instructions and he waved one of his own. He watched Jay give Kitt a small bow, the best way Jay could express his hello without speaking or without having eyes to express with, then Jay let out a chuckle to Kitt in response to her telling him he caught her off guard.

Jay pointed to his face, asking, while smiling wide, “It’s my face that caught you off guard, huh? I know it’s handsome but I doubt my beauty would catch you off guard,” he said giving her a toothy grin and lifting his massive clawed hands to where his cheeks used to be and patting his face, then turned to Drensi when he heard him snorting loudly at him.

Jay chuckled and dropped his arms, then pointed at Drensi, “Shut up you! Why are you laughing? You look like a walking scorpion!”

Drensi snorted more and put a hand over his mouth, and Jay laughed with him. They both laughed at each other and Drensi rolled his eyes, and with a nod, he turn his head to Kitt, nodding to the black Bentley he saw down the street waiting for them, silently asking with his eyes if Kitt was ready to go. He couldn’t wait to show her the Three Islands. This was going to be amazing!

@muppeteyes1001 summitted

Drensi had fallen asleep late last night, tinkering with one of his little inventions for his secret hacking job, which was now halfway finished and laying in plain sight on his table. He only woke up after the third knock and opened his eyes.

With a small little grumble, he got up out of bed and sleepily stumbled his way to his front door. He almost had to do a double take because his sleepy mind didn’t register it was Kitt standing in front of him, his sleepy brain wouldn’t let him see that.

He yawned and gave Kitt a very sleepy smile and invited her inside, while also helping her with one of the boxes. In all reality, he had no clue what today actually was, so he smiled and asked, “What are these for, and what’s the special occasion?”

[fluffnari]

Hi hii I saw that requests are open and may I request some fluff with Xiao and Kazuha where they take care of their s/o when they’re feeling sick/stressed if that’s ok with you? ^^ (either headcanons or a short scenario like the “Rumor has it” is fine with me!)

Anyways thank youuu and have a good day! :D

Characters: Xiao | Kazuha | Wanderer Comfort | Fluff | Slight Angst Hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting<3

Something told him that morning something was wrong. To not let you go out on your commissions for the day. But he trusted you when you said, "I'm perfectly fine!"

It was a lie.

The sound of his name being called summons him to a scene he wishes to never see again. You laying on the ground with a group of Fatui members around you, laughing tauntingly at your frail state. Xiao knew for a fact that you normally would be able to handle yourself, this solidified his earlier thoughts.

"Xiao, I'm sorry." You apologize, voice sounded just as frail as you looked. "I didn't feel too well when you asked, but i thought..."

"It's okay, I'm here now."

You look up at him as you're lifted, pulled in tightly into his chest. Worry showed on his handsome features and it made you feel even more bad that it's because of you.

It seemed Xiao knew exactly what you were thinking. "It's important to tell me these things, but don't stress yourself over it. You'll only feel worse."

A soft mattress greets you as he finished talking. He goes as far as to tuck you in, setting up a wet towel and gently placing it onto your forehead. The coolness making you sigh, closing your eyes in relief.

"Let me know what you need, I'll get it."

The sudden stress hit you all at once. It felt like your heartbeat was amplified as it pounded throughout your body as if it was connected to an amp.

Tears fell down without your permission, a lump in your throat that brought on a dull pain there. How did this come about? You were just trying to help, get the job done and over with so that you can return to the ship by the evening.

To return to Kazuha.

The merchant you had to escort was out right rude and unbearable. He took every hit at you that he could, from you you were dressed, talked, looked...by the end of it you just wanted to shut him up.

You hadn't meant for Kazuha to be there and witness it. But when he asked how your commission went, you broke down. His smile fell as he rushed to you, pulling you into a tight hold. You didn't register this at first nor the soft words he whispered into your ear.

Not until your breathing slowed down and your cries turned into sniffles.

"Do you feel better?" he asked softly, hand running through your hair. He feels you nod. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You shake your head. "Can we call it a day and cuddle?"

"Of course," he pulled away, kissing your head. "Whatever happened to make you cry, you're safe now. I'll always be here for you, I love you."

When you didn't show up at the time you agreed upon, he had half a mind to leave without you. Four steps in and he growled in frustration before turning around and heading to where you live.

Who are you to skip out on a plan you made together?

He doesn't knock when entering, just walks right in and takes notice of the unusual silence. Everything looked the same as the day before, as if you hadn't returned home. But that couldn't be it, because when he left, you were home.

Making his way towards your bedroom, he can hear you coughing. It sounded like it hurt with how dry it was. Wanderer is met with the sight of you rolled in your blanket, face looking so pale with shallow breathing.

He froze.

The image reminding him too much of something else, a familiar panic forcing it's way up and making him rush to your side. Fingertips brushing against your skin, it's easy to feel that you have a high fever. You're not up to see him fret over you, collecting everything he needs as a wet towel is placed on your head.

You whisper the name you gave him, his eyes connecting with your tired ones. A weak smile on your lips, the sight calming him down some. You were just sick, and once you're well enough you will be back to annoying him. Good.

"Just rest, i got you."

[dabisqueen]

VIRGIN

art courtesy of @3/-aem / original

Dabi x Reader

⇢ rating: 18+

⇢ word count: roughly 5.4K

⇢ plot: a handsome stranger repeatedly rides the train home with you and you can't help but fall for him

⇢ warnings: 18+, use off fire quirk (but not in a bad way), a little blood, smoking, drinking, kissing, fingering, consensual sex, premature ejaculation, cum licking, vaginal sex, orgasm, cream pie, cum, cuddles

⇢ NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!

personal note: finally. took me long enough.

Also again, many thanks to the great artist @/3-aem , who gave me permission to use one of her brilliant artworks of Dabi for the banner.

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Most city-goers were asleep by now while you were sitting here, in the train, on your way home. And you were very much awake and very much exhausted.

Looking around you took in the dreary interiors of the sterile train, nothing there to brighten up the drab.

You felt like suffocating, as if you were alone in a bottomless, dark ocean unable to see what's ahead and what lay below you. Letting your mind wander you were torn out of your thoughts when the doors of your wagon opened and a young man entered.

You had never seen him before. He was tall with shaggy wild black hair that shot in all directions and cerulean-colored eyes that shined like stars in the night. He had what appeared to be marred dark skin under his eyes and from his cheeks down to his chest, only held together to his normal skin by crude surgical staples. He was lean yet strong built, with nice broad shoulders, sharp lips and a pretty nose.

Despite his intimidating appearance he seemed to only be in his early twenties. What you noticed the most though was the bored look on his face standing in stark contrast to the loneliness that was written in his eyes.

He sat down across from you, hoodie pulled deep into his face black hair spilling out from underneath. As the train started moving again you admired his beautiful face - and eyes. They were of mesmerizing turquoise color– and they turned to stare straight at you.

You felt like being hit with a bolt of lightning. Heat arose in your cheeks and you quickly averted your gaze, fiddling with your hands, pulling some pieces of lint off your black pants.

When it was time for you to get off, you grabbed your bags and left, feeling his gaze burn into your back when you stepped out of the wagon.

It was not until several days later, that you saw him again. He came on the same stop like last time and sat down again across from you a couple of rows away. You glanced at him some time, and to your surprise felt him glancing back.

You didn't speak, didn't do anything. Just got off at your usual stop, heavily feeling the weight of his eyes on you in the silence.

A week had passed by and you were running late, sprinting down the platform, trying to make it to the last train heading home for that night.

So focused on reaching the doors in time, you didn’t even notice the person clad in black you bumped against, letting out a surprised squeal at the impact. Stumbling, you caught yourself and jumped inside the train just as the signal sounded for the doors to close.

Breathless you turned around and saw two hands wedge in between the almost shut doors, keeping them from closing shut. There was a warning sound, lights blinking as they opened again and to your surprise, the dark-haired stranger entered.

He sat down again at his usual place, looking down at his hands, starting to fumble with them. Curiously you stared at them, noticing a small trickle of blood running down its side. Just like his face, there was gnarled skin on his hands, attached to the healthy one with staples.

And some of them were half torn out.

You cringed as you imagined the pain he must be feeling. He tried one-handedly to press the staples back into the skin, not s single emotion playing on his handsome face.

Standing up and approaching him his gaze went up to yours.

"I’m sorry, I bumped into you on the platform, this-," you gestured to his bleeding hands, "This is probably my fault. Can I help you?"

He didn't say anything, just dropped his gaze, trying to mend the bent staples back into shape.

Dropping on your knees, you grabbed his hand without waiting for his answer. It was warm to the touch, surprising considering the chill temperatures on the train.

He visibly contemplated so you pleaded "Please, let me" and eventually he relaxed in your soft hold.

With your fingertips, you gently put each one of the staples back into place, straightening the crooked ones as much as you were able to. Once done, you pulled out a tissue and cleaned up the blood covering his and your hands, and stuffed it back in your pocket.

You stayed like this for a moment and, as you straightened up, he looked at you.

"Guess you missed your stop," his voice was deep and raspy, enough to send shivers down your spine.

"Shit–," you looked up and indeed, you were already two stops past it, "Guess I'll walk home then."

"I need to get off here," he mentioned and got on his feet, as the train slowed down, “Coming with?”

You nodded and got off the train with him. Looking around, you needed a few moments to orientate yourself, never having been to this station before.

“C'mon,” he snarled and gestured to you to follow.

When you got up on the street you were gonna turn to leave when you heard him ask, "Wanna grab a drink?"

Eyebrows raised as you turned around in surprise, muttering, "Uhm, I guess."

"You guess or you know" he scoffed.

Taken aback by his somewhat harsh tone you stuttered “I- I know."

He stood and just stared at you, expression impossible to interpret. Your cheeks started to burn when he finally turned and the tension broke.

"I know a good place nearby,” he mumbled, hoodie pulled up and hands stuffed into his pockets.

After you walked along the street for a while you came to a small Izakaya and entered. Sitting down at the bar he ordered two whiskeys.

You learned that his name was Dabi. Drinking in silence, the occasional question addressed at him was replied to by a somewhat scoff answer. At one point you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

"Why are you so defensive?" you finally managed to get out a bit aggravated.

His eyes shot up to yours, “None of your business.”

"You know, maybe there are people out there who don't wanna hurt you," you were shaking at this point, "Who want to get to know you."

"Too bad" he scoffed, his voice cold and somewhat accusatory.

"Ok. Suit yourself then," you spat out, and grabbing your bag you slid off the stool and walked outside, down the street. A few meters down you heard a voice call out behind you and turned around.

Dabi followed with wide steps, hands in pockets, a grumpy pout on his face. He came to a halt in front, staring down at you.

"What," you cocked your head, readjusting the bag on your shoulders.

There was a silence between you as his gaze didn't leave yours, "You meant that?"

"Meant what?” you asked, a bit confused.

He scoffed, eyes rolling. "Dumbfuck, what ya said back in there."

"First of all, don't call me that. And secondly, yes, I meant that," you swallow, mouth all dry all of a sudden “Because I… I like you.”

Your gaze fell and you sighed, afraid to have overstepped certain boundaries of his.

You suddenly felt his hand on your cheek, turning your face back to his. His eyes were softer now but you could see a hint of shame in them, shame for lashing out at you. Silence followed, more comfortable than awkward, as you melted into his eyes.

"Lemme take you home, doll. It’s getting late," he finally said, voice apologetic.

"It’s gonna be a long walk though," you muttered., leaning into his touch.

“Got time," the corner of his lips curved up slightly, letting go of you and shoving his hands back in his pocket.

"Not gonna murder me though, right?" You mock frowned.

"Would’ve already, if I wanted to. And ya wouldn't have seen it coming as well," he smirked and you snorted at his dry humor.

As you were walking, you asked softly, “So what's the reason for those conditions of your hand?”

"Fire quirk," he held out his hand, still walking, blue flames starting to kindle in his palm. The heat radiating off them was immense and you flinched.

It vanished as fast as it appeared and you stopped, looking at him, hands raised, "May I?"

There was a hint of a nod and you touched his still outstretched hand. Tracing his palms, careful not to touch the staples, you noticed that it was only slightly warm to touch, despite the immense heat of the flames. Once you got on the adjacent gnarled part at his wrists though, you flinched feeling the searing hot skin there.

"Oh Dabi," you winced but he just shrugged.

Your gaze fell to the beaten, burned state of his body. His quirk had obviously taken a toll on his body and it filled you with sadness.

"S nothing," he quickly muttered, pulling his hand out of yours.

You continued your quiet walk down the street. When you got to your apartment complex you stopped.

"Uhm, thank you for walking me home," you shivered in the cold of the night.

"Yeah, whatever." He cleared his throat.

You let out a sigh of annoyance, "Do you ever let your guard down?"

"Usually not. No,” he let out a light chuckle, mesmerizing blue roaming your face.

"Ok. Let's work on that," you nudged him in his side and earned an amused look of his in return. He stood at his full height taller than you and you had to look up.

Dabi held out his palm, "Your phone,” a smug grin spread across his ungodly attractive face.

"Uhm," you rummaged in your purse to retrieve it and handed it to him. His long, skilled fingers flew over the screen until a buzz sounded from his coat pocket.

He pressed it back into your hand, "Gonna text you next time I'm free."

And with that, he turned around, waving his hand in departure as he walked off.

You stood dumbfounded, watching him trail down the street. When he disappeared around the corner, you turned around to unlock the door.

A week passed and you found yourself restlessly tossing and turning in bed, phone in hand. With your arms wrapped around yourself, you wondered if he would ever call you back. Jumping every time your phone buzzed, but it was never him.

It was evening, you had just taken a shower, toweling your hair dry when your phone rang with the sound of an incoming message.

Swiping your finger across the display to unlock it, your heart almost stopped. There was just one message.

Dabi: Meet me at 10 at the station.

He already waited for you when you got off the train. Leaning against the wall, a smoking cigarette in his hand. When he saw you he kicked off the wall, throwing his glowing bud away, and sauntered over to you.

“Hey,” he nudged his head in a welcoming gesture, your eyes flitting up to meet his.

“Ya eaten yet?” he cocked his head and you shook your head.

“Let's go then,” he sauntered off, you following close behind.

It was mostly just like your first time out. Dabi took you to a Sunakku, you ate, drank, and talked a bit. He was always a bit short-worded, but you finally didn't take it as an offense anymore, rather than a personal trait of his. You realized that talking much wasn't his strong suit and you relished every small snippet he tossed at you.

After he walked you home again, you both stopped in front of your apartment building. His blue eyes moved downwards, taking in your figure in a way that left you feeling hot and tingly, before eventually landing again on your face.

You tried to ignore the rising heat in your cheeks at his attention, but Dabi didn't break his stare.

Neither one of you said a word. There was just the distant rustling of the busy city, the occasional leaf whistling down the street. A wind picked a loose strand and blew it into your face. Dabi reached out, not breaking the gaze, tugging it gently behind your ear.

The moment passed as fast as it came and there was this tension, not uncomfortable, but piercing. The tip of your tongue darted out to wet your lips and his gaze descended upon them, increasing in its intensity.

Dabi’s hand came up to lift your chin, tilting his head just to angle his perfect lips above yours. It was just a moment and his mouth was pressed to yours, your breath hitching at the sensation as he deepened the kiss. There was a slight groan of his as you instinctively leaned into him.

The moment seemed to last on forever, and yet it ended all too soon. You parted, your eyes fluttered open as you tried to regain your breath. He let out a shaky exhale, his breath hot against your wet lips.

“My place tomorrow?” Your voice was just a whisper.

He nodded and looked at you, lost in his thoughts, thumb gently stroking your cheek.

“Should be careful when you invite strangers into your house,” he rasped, dropping his hand and stuffing it back in his hoodie.

“You're no stranger to me, Dabi” you rested your forehead against his chest and he hummed at your words.

“Yeah,” was his only answer, before he lifted your chin, kissing you on the forehead, and turned around, leaving you to return to your apartment.

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It poured outside when the bell rang. You hastened to the door to let Dabi inside. His usually spiked black hair was stuck to his forehead, water dripping down the sleeves of his soaked coat.

"Guess we're not going anywhere tonight," you giggled and he shrugged, kicking off his wet boots.

“Uhm, I could dry those clothes off for you, if you give them to me,” you suggested, holding up your hand.

He hesitated for a moment before starting to take his coat off, handing it to you. Going to the bathroom, you pulled out a coat hanger, draping it over it. After hanging it up on the shower rod, you returned to the living room.

You stopped, completely taken aback by the sight in front of you. Dabi was stripped down to his boxers and shirt, pants carefully draped on a chair. His body wore more signs of his painful burns, staples glistened in the soft light of your living room. Muscles softly played under his lean body with every move and couldn't find the strength to pull your gaze away.

He noticed your looks and averted his eyes, a rosy hint spreading across his cheeks. Your own mirrored his reaction, going ablaze, as you also averted your eyes. You both shuffled your feet until he eventually slumped down on the couch, looking a bit lost.

“Whiskey?” You asked and he nodded so you sauntered off to pour two glasses.

After you came back and sat down next to him you both started drinking. At one point in time, your gazes locked and it was as if time stood still. You felt yourself getting lost in his beautiful eyes, bottomless like the vast blue ocean.

Your body moved on its own. Not breaking the gaze, you placed the empty glass on the table, a warmth spreading inside, you weren't sure came entirely from the alcohol.

You slid back, onto his thighs, straddling his hips. His thin lips parted and he let out a merely audible gasp as both of your hands weaved into his hair.

His hands hesitantly lifted before trailing under your shirt, coming to a rest on your sides. He gasped, as you gave your hips an experimental rock against him, feeling the growing heat in his pants.

He smelled like fire and hot skin. And he was warm, so incredibly warm that the feeling of his hands on your skin made you shiver.  You snaked your arms around his neck and brought him closer, heated gasps falling from your lips.

The want was clear in his eyes. All that harshness gone and replaced by something else, something seductive. You wet your lips with your tongue, his eyes darting to them, pupils dilating to almost black.

He tilted his head and, pulling you closer, angled his mouth in front of yours. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, his breath fanning your lips. And then you melted into each other with surprising gentleness. You couldn't hold back a quiet moan, he tasted incredible, smokey, and sweet like caramel. It was addictive and you eagerly opened your mouth to let him in deeper, his tongue grazing yours, his scarred lips pressing against yours.

He moaned into the kiss, a low rumbling through his chest as his hand wandered to your back, pressing you against his body. Blooming lust had his teeth clacking against yours, a controlling grip on your back as he tangled his tongue with yours.

Noticing the growing heat in his pants you gave your hips a rut and he groaned. Spurred on by his reaction you repeatedly ground down against him, pleasure shooting up your spine, tightening the coil deep in your core at incredible speed while you felt him shudder below you.

You were frantically rubbing yourself against him by now, tearing gasps and moans from each other's throat as the thin fabric keeping you apart added just the right friction for you to hurl towards a high. He hissed, pulling away from your lips, his face flushed.

"Fuck, doll," he rasped only to dive forward again, dipping his tongue deep into your mouth for another passionate kiss.

Your hand trailed down his side, savoring the velvety skin, and without even thinking it slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers.

“Wait no- fuck!” his words were cut off as you wrapped your fingers around his hot thick length. You didn’t even hear him cuss, for just the sensation of his hot meat in your hands pushed you over the edge and your body jerked, your hand squeezing his dick tightly.

He let out a strangled broken moan, head falling back as his cock jerked and he came, coating your fingers with warm creamy cum.

Your head dropped on his shoulder, hand still around his twitching length, the other resting on his heaving chest. Dabi had his eyes closed, head resting against the back of the couch, breathing heavily.

"Oops, didn't know you were this close," you giggled, pulling yourself up to look at his dazed expression.

“Fuckin shut up,” his breath stuttered, cheeks dusted red.

“No need to be rude,” you teased, “I came too,” and pulled out your cum covered hand. While his ocean blue gaze followed yours, you opened your mouth, slid your fingers in, and, closing your lips around them, slowly pulled them out, releasing them again with a plop.

Cocking your head you hummed “You taste delicious, Dabi.”

His breathing sped up, cheeks ablaze as you continued licking your fingers clean. Without saying anything, you scooted off him. Gently spreading his legs, you knelt between them before leaning down, pulling down his soiled pants to reveal the mess he’s made. His eyes narrowed skeptically but when you opened your mouth to lick up a strip of cum with your tongue, his mouth opened in a silent moan.

“Sh–shit doll,” he pressed out a shaky breath, "That's so fucking hot," as you traced your tongue along and around his length, his hips bucking up slightly with each one of your soft touches.

In between licks you cooed, “Ever done any of this before?”

“None of –ahh– it,” he huffed, shaking his head slightly, still a pretty pink blush decorating his beautiful face as you kept cleaning him up.

“Wanna do more?” You hummed and he nodded in approval, trying to keep his composure while you twirled your tongue, licking up every last drop of his release until there was only the shine from your spit left on him.

He breathed with a shiver, cock already grown half hard. When you were done, you pulled up his pants, grabbed him by his hand, and pulled him up. You meet his gaze, his cerulean eyes drowning in an intoxicating mixture of lust and desperation.

As you turned towards the bedroom, he melted against you from behind, nuzzling his head into your hair, breathing in your scent. His arms wrapped around your waist as you slowly walked in sync to the bed, shivering with each exciting kiss of his on your shoulder.

As your legs hit the bed, you stopped and turned around in his embrace. Resting your foreheads against his, you breathed “You really wanna do this?”

“Never wanted to do it more badly with anyone else,” he cooed sweetly and kissed your lips.

You swallowed, cheeks burning at his implication as your eyes drifted over his face, only managing to bring out a soft Ok.

His hands hooked underneath the hem of your shirt and he slowly pulled it over your head and off you, revealing your lace bra, nipples already straining against the delicate fabric.

He wrapped his hands around your back, eye contact not breaking, and undid the latch of your bra. As it slowly slid off your shoulders, he stared, totally mesmerized by the sight of your breasts spilling free.

He gently laid you onto the bed, humming satisfied while staring encaptured at your chest. He circled your breast with his calloused hand, giving them an experimental squeeze, before rolling your buds lightly between two fingers. You couldn't help the low gasp escaping as he latched his warm mouth onto them, tracing little circles with his tongue around them, flicking the sensitive pebbles.

"S'good?" He asked, his voice low and shaky, as you arched your back, moaning while he kept sucking relentlessly.

“Oh god, Dabi, yes” arched your back, moaning and a satisfied smirk spread across his face.

Whimpering below him, he softly started to suck slow bruises along your skin. You lifted your hips when he leaned back, helping him pull down your pants. His fingers sliding along your lace panties, he dipped down, licking once, twice along your clothed folds.

“You smell amazing,“ the gravel in his voice sent shivers down your spine.

Your breath caught in your throat as he hooked his fingers under the strings of your underwear, pulling them down, watching the glistening string of juice cling to it and break.

He let the thin piece of fabric fall to the floor and, pushing your legs apart, nestled down between your thighs. His fingers slid along your entrance, gathering the slick, smearing it along your folds and he inhaled deeply.

“Stick it in, please,” you whimpered and he obliged, first one finger. Then two. Slowly sliding them in and out.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he watched your glistening juices coat his fingers.

The stretch was beyond delicious, and you pressed your lips together, trying to suppress more inappropriate sounds.

“Please, curl them up,” you gasped and he did, his dexterous fingers grazing along that one special bundle of nerves inside you.

A sharp intake of breath through his clenched teeth followed your wail, continuing at an agonizingly languid pace. Every time he pulled out, he made sure to press into that special spot inside you and you started to grow delirious, moaning every single time he did. Spurred on by your sweet sounds, he hooked one arm around your thigh, keeping you in place as he started fucking his fingers into now.

You squealed at the sudden change in pace, a white heat ripping through you and your mouth fell open, the coil inside you tightening by the second.

“Ah, Dabi,” you choked out, eyes rolling back in your head.

“I got ya, doll,” his breathing had also picked up, his own arousal undeniable.

Just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, he pushed a third finger in and dipped down, latching his hot lips around your sensitive nub.

It was so sudden, you didn't see it coming and instantly exploded. Dabi held you firmly down as you came, hips trying to buck up. As you wailed out, his tongue kept flicking over your overstimulated clit, his fingers pressing into that spongy spot of yours and you felt your juices leak out of you, spilling over his hand and down onto the bed, soaking the sheets.

He lessened the pace, pressing gentle kisses to your sensitive clit, while you rode out the last waves of your climax.

"Oh fuck, Dabi that was–" your eyes fluttered open, darting to find his.

He chuckled lowly, pulling his fingers out and kissing your thighs softly, came up to latch his lips onto yours. You relished the delicious taste of yourself on his tongue, sweet and tangy. He pulled back and slid his fingers into your mouth and you eagerly licked them off, savoring the flavor, twirling your tongue around his digits.

“I want you inside of me,” you whispered and he let out a low growl in response, reverberating through your chest.

He slid off the bed and you could see the immense erection straining against his boxers. Hooking his thumbs under the waistband he slowly pulled them down, his thick, long cock springing free.

"Holy shit–" you gasped, taking in the sight between his legs. He looked delicious, girthy, prominent veins running just along the right places. His thick tip was glistening wet and you had to hold back a whimper at the sight.

As he crawled back between your spread legs and you swallowed hard "Dabi, don't know if it will fit," you paused, trying to find the right words, "You’re –uhm– quite pretty impressive down there."

He gave you soothing kisses, “We'll do it together, ok?” his words sent your heart into a tailspin.

You nodded, dizzy from his words, skin tingling with growing anticipation. As bent over you, dipping in for another kiss, you could feel the hot tip of his cock twitching against your soaked folds. You had so often thought about this happening, when you laid alone in bed at night, touching yourself, wishing it was him doing that. And now it happened for real.

He prodded at your entrance, your kiss intensified as he slowly lowered himself on you.

“Oh my god,” you whined, biting your lip at the feel of the tip breaching your entrance.

“Doing s'good, doll, just relax–” he whispered into your ear, nibbling soothingly on your lobe.

You squirmed underneath him, overwhelmed by the feeling of his girth splitting you apart, the head of its length hitting every single nerve on its way in. Dabi panted above you, your hands clawing at his sides as he sank further and further into you.

You both moaned loudly as his hips finally were flush with yours. You tried to dip your hips sideways to get accustomed to the weight of him inside you. But he instantly stilled you.

“Don’t move,” his head fell against you, forehead resting in the crook of your neck as he pressed through gritted teeth, "Fuck–"

You realized that he was close, his cock violently twitching inside of you. He mouthed at your neck as a distraction and you started rubbing a soothing hand against his side as you tried to get accustomed to the stretch. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't comfortable either.

A minute passed before his breathing relaxed.

“How the fuck can you be so tight?!” He finally managed to press out.

“Cause your fucking hung,” you giggled, your whole body vibrating and he moaned, “Stop doing that, I’m still close,” sinking his head even deeper into your neck.

“Ya ok?” He asked after a few moments, eyes darting to find yours.

“Yeah,” you whispered in response.

His breath caught on a groan as he slowly started moving, his large cock dragging against your inner walls, making you feel every single inch of him sliding in and out. Still, through all the uncomfortable pain he just rubbed the right spots in your sensitive walls, sending a tingling sensation through your body that rapidly grew into full-blown pleasure.

You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him forward, urging him to go deeper, desperately wanting him to fill you up. Your mouth fell open, a moan escaping your lips at the feeling of being split apart.

You squeaked as he suddenly lifted your butt up, grabbing a pillow to stuff it underneath you. It gave his thrusts an entirely different angle, each of his ruts hitting something inside that had you crying out.

Spurred on by your sweet sounds, he picked up the pace. The pressure inside kept increasing and short little gasps fell from your lips, overwhelmed by the pleasure coiling up, tighter and tighter inside you.

Dabi started panting, his hair plastered to his sweaty and reddening face, drinking you in as each rock of his hips caused you to teeter closer to the edge. He took you with such passion, nothing you had ever experienced before compared to it. He made you feel so good and full, you could dwell in this feeling forever.

By now, you were squirming deliriously, mouth dropped open, eyes blew wide as you gasped for breath the faster he moved. His breathing turned ragged, chest heaving as his hips relentlessly slammed against yours, pushing both towards your highs.

“I’m gonna —fuck—” his breath came in short pants from the exertion.

The world around you blanked out, a searing pleasure tearing through your nerves and you came, crying out his name over and over again. Your gooey walls kept clenching repeatedly around his cock, eyelids glistening with tears, fluttering in ecstasy.

With a low broken he tumbled over the edge along with you, his cock twitching, spilling his creamy cum inside you, thrusting it deep inside of you, so much it squelched out, making a sticky mess between you both.

He convulsed on top of you, sweaty skin sticking to another as you both rested, trying to catch your breaths. You stayed like this, exchanging gentle kisses as he started getting soft inside of you.

Eventually, Dabi slowly pulled out, still peppering your heated body with soft, feathery kisses. He laid down next to you and you eagerly slid into his embrace, burying your face in his chest, enjoying the warm smell of sex on him. Sighing, he brought you closer, burying his face into your hair.

You relished the feeling of his warm body beneath yourself, his long legs tangling with yours. Your whole body still tingled with orgasmic pleasure as you reached up and ran your fingers through his messy sweaty hair. You heard him make a pleased hum in response and you felt so content, his warm breath brushing over your damp face as his gentle fingers slowly ran along your side.

“How was it?” He asked finally.

“Wonderful–" you whispered, still drunk on your high, on the feeling of being with him.

“How about you?" you tilted your head to look right into his mesmerizing turquoise eyes.

“Fuck, it was amazing," he breathed with a low chuckle.

After another warm and comforting silence, you drew small circles on his chest, "Stay with me tonight, please,” a longing in your voice you didn't know you were capable of.

"Fuck yeah," he gently brushed your hair behind your ear, "Won’t leave you from now on," he rasped, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

You curled up into each other, not caring about cleaning up, just enjoying the feeling of being so close, so safe with each other. It was the exhaustion, that feeling of togetherness that finally had you both drift off into sleep, eager to see what the next day would bring.

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When U 2 Hang Out With Each Other In Halloween Night 🕸(short ffs)

S͜͡p͜͡o͜͡o͜͡k͜͡y͜͡ ͜͡M͜͡o͜͡n͜͡t͜͡h͜͡

Pairing: you x ta member

Genre: fluff and Halloween theme 🎃

Warning: one bad word

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"It feels nice laying on the ground and looking at the stars...the fresh air hitting our faces and you beside me-"

"Shhh don't speak and let's kiss"

"Yorch~mmm~" Your boyfriend shut you by a deep kiss. You sat up and hit his arm. "Omg don't surprise me like that! Next time warn me so I can be ready!" You whined. Yorch bit down the bottom of his lip as he stare at your red face. He chuckled. "No I won't warn you, it is fun watching you get fluster. Here have some KitKats" he teased and pass you the chocolate bars. " we got so many candy,  we should have dates like this every Halloween day!" You said admiring how handsome he look in his pirate costume. " I agree my death bride" he smiled.

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You two spend the last 20 minutes kissing each other passionately under the light of the moon who seem to be looking at you two like this "🌚". Your dad came out of your house and saw you two. "HEY LEE SANGWON WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY PRINCESS- HEY STOP!" He shriek running towards you two. Sangwon immediately let you go and bowed all the way down. " I'm sorry Mr.LN! I didn't do anything without her permission!" He said seriously. "DAD! Calm down, you know he is my boyfriend! We were just kissing! Oh! And my precious boyfriend got you the snickers you love so much! He thought of you!" You said as you gave your dad a bag full of his favorite chocolates. " OH MY- * coughed* Sangwon, thank you...umm you two can stay one more hour... but I'll be watching!" He said going back to the house. "Ugh! My dad can be so annoying...Wonie~ how about we go to the backyard!" You peck his lips. He blushed and nodded. "Let's go!" He held your hand.

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" 1, 2, 3..." you counted how much you got of your favorite candy but you felt like you are missing more of those candy. You saw how suspicious Woochan look as he sat there quietly. " Bae! Are you stealing my candy?!" You yelled. "What? No...pfff why would I steal your candy when I have my own" he proceeds to eat one your missing favorite candy. "Hey! You liar!" You hit him with your witch hat. Woochan laughed as he started to tackle you down on the grass with tickles and small kisses on your face and neck. Everything was going so well until you two started to smell something awful. "Ugh! It is coming from you! Did you farted?" Woochan said as he step back from you holding onto his nose. "Noo! but but..." you gasped when you saw a chunk of your hair covered in poop...dog poop. "WOOCHAN HELP ME! I HATE MY LIFE" You started to cry like a baby. " you're gonna leave me because of this!" You cried harder. " WHAT?! Of course not! I will always be with you in the good days, bad days, and even the days you get poop on your hair" he said kissing your big forehead.

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James, you, dressed like clowns and a bunch of little kids walk towards a house to get candy " TRICK OR TREAT!!!" All of you said except that You and James were the ones shouting louder. The kids look up at you two with weird looks. " they're so weird" a little boy dressed as a ghost said. "You're weirdER!" James fought back as he eyed the little ghost. The door open and the old man came out with the basket. "Little kids first..."he said and you laughed. "I can't believe this! We were here before them! We should get the candy first! Right James" you nudge James on his arm. "So Santa Clause is real?" James was in awe as he run his finger through the man's white beard. "But Santa, Christmas is in 2 months after this one, why are you here?" James question raising his eyebrow. The man gave him a dirty look and coughed on purpose. "Here kids, get some candy!" He smiled. " I WILL ACCUSED YOU FOR DISCRIMINATING  AND IGNORING TEENS!" You grabbed James by his arm and walk away.  " what was that about?" James wrap his arm around your neck.  " nothing, I just felt like fighting someone....WHAT ABOUT YOU?! "sO sANtA cLAusE iS ReAl?" You mimicked him. " Babe! I was just clowning like you!" Both of you laughed together. "Now which house should we clowned next?" James asked.

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" Justin Jay push meeee!" You yelled. You were sitting on a swing waiting for JayJay to push you from behind. JJ put a candy on his mouth. "Here I go..." he said pulling you against him and after a second he push you hard. "This is fun! JayJay get on one!". Your boyfriend obeyed you as he got on one of the swings and started swinging. "You look so cute in your Spider-Man clothes!" You shouted with a smile. "And you look sexy in that purple emoji costume " JayJay teased you and laughed. "Jay I dare you to jump from the swing!" You joked but it seems that JayJay took that seriously and jumped from the swing in Spider-Man way. "I'm Spider-Man!" He shout. You felt your heart stoped. "JAY!!!!" You immediately stop your swing and run towards him. " JUSTIN JAY I WAS KIDDING I DID NOT MEAN IT LIKE THAT!!!" JayJay stand up and laughed. "Baby I'm okay! I knew you were joking, I was already thinking in jumping before you did!" You pouted and hugged him tightly. "Be careful next time!" You cried.

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You clapped hard feeling so happy that Jihoon won the small competition him and James made against each other. Both of them were dressed as the scream ghost and wanted to prove the people around them which scream ghost is better at dancing which Jihoon won. You run towards him and peck his cute cheek. "I'm so proud of you my baby!!" Jihoon laughed and hug you tightly. " I'm proud of myself too! Let's go get some candy before James beats us!" Jihoon took your hand and made you two run towards the next house.

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" trick or treat b!tch!" You said out loud as you model your devil costume in front of him. "That was unnecessary to say..."he rubbed his temples and gave you a weak smile. " Do you like it? Look it even has a tail..." you smirked. Leo laughed because in his eyes you look silly but of course he won't tell you. " yeah you look very attractive, now....you told me you bought me a costume? Where is it?" He asked. You giggle as you pull out from a bag a 🌮 suit. " ARE YOU FOREALS!" Leo shouted. "Nah nah nah! I'm not putting on that! Why-...YNNNNN!!!" For sure you can hear his scream all the way from your apartment. "I was expecting a Batman or Iron Man or even a vampire-....why a taco?" He asked. "This year you're gonna be the taco man, and you know how much I love tacos...." You bit down your bottom lip. Leo just laid in the couch and laughed and cried? He was thinking of all the decisions he made in his life and met you.

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[inkandichxr]

Soren didn’t know too much about Kade’s sex life other than the rumours that got spread around from people talking about it behind his back. He viewed him as someone who enjoyed sexual encounters with other people. He thought the other would be screwing others behind his back. Maybe he shouldn’t judge people so hard the next time? Kade let him know the truth on his own. Soren’s hand pressed to his heart in fake mockery as the other told him that he wasn’t special. “Excuse you, Kade. Do you know just how lucky you are to be in a fake relationship with me? Some people would literally kiss my feet to be in the position that you are in at the moment.” Soren and Kade were both attractive looking dudes. It’s why people probably shipped them. “You’re lucky that I don’t make you kiss my feet. I know you’d probably be into that weird shit.” Going face to face with Kade was intimidating to say the least. Kade made him feel things. Looking him in the eyes was a daring move to do. The weight of Kade’s stare could eat him alive. Soren felt Kade’s large hand curl against the strands of dirty blonde hair at the back of his head. He didn’t drop his gaze from the other’s mouth as the other told him that he wouldn’t stop him. His mouth parted as the other urged him to go ahead and do exactly what he’d wanted to do. Soren’s hand that had been tracing the other’s waistband was bumped into as Kade rolled his hips forward towards him to test him. Maybe he shouldn’t have said what he was thinking? Kade’s encouraging words were going straight into the pit of his stomach and turning him on. “What if I start and can’t stop?” He could be passionate. A spark that wouldn’t just extinguish.  Soren’s hands glided to Kade’s pecs before he started to shove him against the wall behind him. His mouth pressed to the space in between his hands as a starting point not wanting to give Kade the satisfaction of seeing him come undone. He didn’t want to look into the others eyes. Soren’s kisses were beginning to turn into him sucking against Kade’s skin to leave love bites. Soren knew how desperate he looked at this moment with his mouth against Kade’s warm skin. His hand started to palm the other’s crotch as a million intoxicating thoughts ran through him. That’s when Soren looked up at the other with an eyebrow raised - silently asking for permission - starting to sink down onto his knees anyways without it - toying with the other’s waistband. “Come on, Kade. I talk too much. Shut me up.”

“Sounds to me like you might be the one with a foot fetish. Not me.” He laughed, knowing nothing like that was going to happen any time soon. Definitely not his thing. It was true that he was incredibly lucky that Soren was the one he was matched up with. Truth was it could have been anyone, could have been someone he absolutely hated. That wasn’t Soren. No, Kade got on with him just fine, didn’t hate his personality and knew he gave Kade the type of attention his team wanted rather than what Kade brought all on his own. Plus, he was handsome as hell. That part definitely didn’t hurt.

Watching with careful eyes, Kade was curious what Soren would do next. If this ended with just a couple of rough kisses he would still be satisfied but he couldn’t help wanting to know how far he could push Soren. “Like I said, I won’t stop you…” It was too easy to give him permission. How could he say no when the other was so bold with what he wanted? When the other man closed the space between him, kissing his chest instead of his lips, Kade let his eyes close so he could focus on the sensation. He had kind of been expecting that crushing kiss but he wasn’t mad with what he was receiving. Even less so when it seemed Soren wanted to keep going. The hand on his crotch received a welcoming moan, soft and short on his lips. Kade loved being touched, couldn’t get enough of it. It was when he started feeling the other sinking lower that he opened his eyes again, giving not much more than a nod of approval. “You do talk a lot,” he agreed. “And I bet you could do so many more things with your mouth.” Absently his fingers grew tight around the other’s curls, pushing his face closer to his crotch. His free hand moved to tug at his waistband, only managing a couple inches. Soren could do the rest. “Show me what else you’re good at, Soren.”

[gavin-plz-call-me]

Trust in Him

TW: Depictions of sexual harassment and sexual assault

You love your job, so when one of your coworkers begins to harass you, you're scared that you'll have to choose between your job and your safety. Luckily, Artem is here to support you.

This is my first time writing about sexual harassment/assault, so I apologize in advance if it's not a perfectly accurate portrayal.

AO3

Word Count: 3.3k

You needed this job, those words alone were all that kept you from doing something rash, but your resolve was growing thinner and thinner by the day. Every day you worked in the office, which, luckily for you, grew less frequent after becoming partners with Artem and joining NXX, one of your co-workers in particular was bound to come speak with you. This wouldn't be an issue if he were speaking to you about work issues, or a case, hell, even the weather but he, Julius, never came over for any productive reasons. The two of you had worked a case together a few months ago, but other than that, you should be complete strangers.

You could see Julius approaching from the corner of your eye, a nasty smirk plastered on his, and you hated to admit this, conventionally attractive face. While others might swoon at his good looks, you had to hold back a gag as he placed his hand firmly on your shoulder, enveloping your senses in his stale scent. He then slowly leaned down, his lips almost touching your ear, and whispered "That shirt makes your tits look great," his disgustingly wet breath sent shivers through your body as he gave your shoulder a squeeze and headed off like nothing happened.

As far as you knew, you were his only victim. The other ladies in the office swooned over him, speaking highly of his good looks and "great" skills as a lawyer. A few who had witnessed his advances towards you and misinterpreted your blush as shy interest complained of how envious they were that such a handsome, successful man was interested in you, and you kept quiet. You had heard enough horror stories of women who had come out about work-place harassment who were fired, never given or even considered for promotions, and even sued for slander, and you couldn't let any of that happen to you, you had to tolerate it. A job at Themis law firm is a dream for many law students, you included, and you wouldn't let that slip away. Even if you had to endure harassment, even if you had to leave your desk to escape to the bathroom some days because you couldn't keep the tears out of your eyes, even if you couldn't fall asleep some nights because images of what he's done to you and what he's capable of doing to you infect your mind, even if you had to start wearing ill-fitting clothes to hide your figure in an attempt to get him to leave you alone, and even if you were terrified to be in a room alone with him, lest he become bolder, you had to persevere. If everything in your life went right, you'd become his boss one day, and when that day came, you could fire his ass.

Of course, though, you weren't the boss, and you had to listen to what yours said. So, when your manager approached you a few days after Julius's latest incident telling you you'd be assisting him in a case, there wasn't much you could do to get out of it. Artem and you weren't working on any urgent cases at the moment, so he gave them permission to steal you away for the case. You were very skilled in working the case type Julius was "stuck on" so your manager said you the obvious choice for the job. There was no way out.

Julius invited you into his office with a sickly-sweet smirk and an almost impermeable wink as a knot settled in your stomach. Something in you screamed at you, don't go in there, it yelled, anywhere else. Just not his office.

"Well, I wouldn't want to intrude in your personal space," You said, trying to keep an aura of professionalism while also trying to protect yourself. There were still others around, if you start to show your discomfort, you'd be found out. You felt like you were lying, in a way, maybe you were? Guilt ran up and down your spine, and you hoped the feeling didn't translate to your expression.

"Oh, MC." His voice was outwardly cheery with an undertone of something, though you couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was, "You could never be an intrusion to me. Let's use my office, I insist."

No, no no, the voice within you screamed again, you felt your breath hitch slightly, but you forced your breaths to be normal, despite how badly your lungs wanted you to gasp for air. "I would prefer it if we worked somewhere else, Julius." His name tasted disgusting on your tongue, "My desk for example," the two of you squeezed together, trying to work at the same small desk, his smell surrounding you, "or an empty conference room," still alone in a room together, his hands reaching out to touch your body, "or-"

"Mc, this would all be much simpler if we just worked in my office, I promise you, I don't mind." There was a hint of aggravation in Julius's voice, but it disappeared the longer he spoke. "There won't be any meeting halls open, now come on, let's go to my office."

You stood still for half a second, debating just running away, job be damned, but you didn't have time to start walking. You hadn't even decided which way to go, towards Julius's office or towards the main exit, when a voice rang out, "Mc, Julius, conference room six is open." You turned around, eyes meeting the bright sapphire eyes belonging to Artem. His brows were slightly furrowed, looking you up and down.

"Great," You said before Julius could say a word, "thank you Artem." You turned back to Julius, his eyes were much less kind than Artem's, and all you wanted to do was turn back to face the man with the beautiful eyes and put Julius in the depths of your memories, but you plaster on a fake smile as you say, "conference room six it is, then!" You quickly passed Julius, feeling two sets of eyes burning into you as you walked away. Julius's office was past conference room six, so as you entered the room Julius walked towards his own office instead, muttering something about needing to grab his case files.

You were glad that you didn't end up in his office, but the conference room wasn't much better, panic began building up in your chest again. There were large windows leading out into the hallway, which you sat right in the middle of giving anyone who walked by a perfect view of you and whatever you were doing. Conference room six was the most open of the conference rooms, but the hallway around here was never too busy. The windows also left a few blind spots, places he could back you into if he really wanted to. With slightly shaky hands you opened your laptop, opening an audio recording app. There weren't any security cameras in this conference room, and even though your gut stopped you from telling anyone about Julius, something within you told you to record.

The door to the conference room quickly opened and shut. You minimized the recording app, the pulsing red dot indicating that it’s recording disappears along with it. Julius throws a few case files onto the conference table before walking around to sit directly next to you. You rolled your chair away from him slightly, trying to escape his revolting stench. You began speaking about the case, reading the case files, and making comments about the stranger details, details you could use to defend your client.

The two of you continued to talk about the case for a while, the anxiety that had grown so high before began to dwindle, maybe you were wrong. Maybe Julius wasn’t going to take this chance to do something horrible to you, maybe he never was going to do anything to you. Had you just imagined his threats? “Mr. Johnson’s embezzlement of the school’s funds could be grounds for-”

"Tease," Julius interrupted you, his voice much darker, almost an inhumane growl, than what it was when you were surrounded by your coworkers. Darker than it was even a few seconds before when you were talking about the case.

"E-excuse me?" you asked, your professional front slipping, anxiety raising in your stomach once again.

Julius inched closer to you, holding the back of your chair to prevent you from rolling further away from him, "I said, you're a fucking tease Mc. Making me go back and forth like that." The undertone you couldn't pinpoint from before was back, but it was much more pronounced now. Anger mixed with desire, his unkempt nails dug into the skin of your thigh as he pushed himself onto you, "but you're not gonna tease me anymore."

Desperately, you pushed your feet against the floor as hard as you could, propelling your chair into the one behind you, allowing you to stand up and try to make it to the door. Julius's hand violently grabbed your wrist, yanking you back towards him. “Come on, Mc,” he growled in your ear, “everyone in the office knows you’re whoring around to get to the top. You can’t refuse me.”

You struggled against his grip, but every movement you made had him tightening his hold around your wrist, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Julius.” you gasped as the pain of his hand on you became too much.

This seemed to enrage Julius, who suddenly stood up from his chair, forcing you against the wall furthest from the door. Your head smacked violently into the wall sending sparks of pain through your vision. “Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Everyone knows you’re putting out for Artem. Why else would he choose some sub-par slut of a lawyer to be his partner?”

“I-I didn’t-” Julius put more pressure on you as you tried to speak, stopping your words completely.

“Let’s put it this way, Mc,” Julius's hands snaked in opposite directions, one reaching your throat, putting suffocating pressure on it, the other gripping your ass, pulling you unwillingly closer to his body, “You put out for Artem to advance your career, and if you’re a good little slut for me, you can keep your career.” He pulled you somehow tighter into him, his mouth ghosting your ear before delivering a harsh bite into its flesh. “If not, you can kiss being a lawyer goodbye.”

The knot in your stomach twisted, the job you were passionate about, the coworkers you loved, Artem, your senior partner who had already taught you so much, could he really take all of that away from you? Was it really worth it to lose all that to him? Maybe you should just let him have you, once to save your job. But, as Julius’s hand moved from your ass forward, threatening to touch you in a much more intimate place, something in you broke. No. You wouldn’t let him take your career away, but you also wouldn’t let him have you. Throughout your career as a lawyer, you fought and fought and fought for your clients, day in and day out so they could find justice, and it was time for you to fight for yourself.

You thrust your knee upwards into Julius’s groin, and in the split second where he was caught off guard, you used all your strength to push him off of you. You ran for your laptop, his angered cries of pain filling the room as he stood motionless in the spot you left him in, grasping at his groin, trying to ease the pain. You took the opportunity to haphazardly grab your laptop and head for the door. Julius’s hand grazed your arm again as he regained some of his movement, but you were too far away from him at this point. He couldn’t reach you.

Escaping the suffocating air of that conference room could have been the happiest moment of your life. You saw Julius staring at you from the corner of your eye, still standing in the conference room, slightly doubled over. He wouldn’t dare chase you through the office, and he was out of sight before you could figure out what his next move would be. Adrenaline pumping through your body, you made your way across the office. You weren’t sure where your legs were taking you until you were already knocking at the door you sought out, Artem’s office.

The moment you saw Artem as he opened the door, his face going from stoic as always, then softening at the sight of you, and finally, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he got a better look at you all in a matter of seconds, the emotions you had kept hidden for months suddenly broke free. Tears threatened to escape your eyes, so you broke your gaze away from Artem, opting to look down at your own shoes instead. You really didn’t want to cry in front of Artem. You so desperately wanted to be a great lawyer like him, famous for winning countless cases. He wouldn’t be so vulnerable as to cry in front of a coworker, and you wanted to follow in his footsteps. You tried to push them back, but they refused.

Artem put a gentle hand on your upper back as he led you into his office, closing the door behind him, and placing his jacket on you. It smelt strongly of him. You could detect hints of vanilla from his cologne which made you want to envelop yourself further into the cloth. He led you to the sofa in his office, Artem himself sitting down on the coffee table in front of you. His kind, gentle movements, so contrasting from Julius’s threats, made the tears stream down your face harder. You began to shake from the loss of adrenaline, and you buried your face in your hands.

Artem was at a loss for what to do. He’d never seen you cry before, he felt helpless as he watched you heave from your tears. One thing was certain in his mind, however: Julius had something to do with this. He could sense your discomfort earlier when he’d suggested the two of you use conference room six to discuss business. He could tell you were trying your hardest to suppress the feelings, but they were prevalent enough on your person for him to detect, but his actions had failed to protect you further. A part of him wanted to leave the office immediately, find Julius, and beat him to a pulp wherever he stood, but a more sensible part of him knew you needed him right now. Julius could be dealt with later.

Slowly, Artem stood up from his place on the coffee table and sat down on the couch, a good few feet away from you in order to give you space. You finally looked up at him when you felt his weight on the couch. Your eyes were red and irritated from the tears, makeup running down your face in light gray streaks. You desperately wiped away at them, but it didn’t make a difference. Artem’s soft voice finally broke the silence between the two of you, “Mc, can I hug you?” The hysterical part of your brain was surprised by his words. In your emotional state, you expected him to reject you, and act disgusted by your emotions. You nodded slightly, desperately wanting his comfort.

Before you knew it, Artem had slid closer to you on the couch, taking you in his arms, and gently pressing you into his chest. This simple action started your tears anew. You began crying harder than before, gasping for breath. Clumsy words spilled out of your mouth as you tried to tell Artem what had happened. You thought he deserved to know why you came to his office crying, but Artem simply gently shushed you, rubbing comforting circles into your back. “You don’t need to say anything yet, Mc,” he whispered

The two of you stayed like that for a long time until your tears eventually slowed to a stop. At that point, you pulled away from Artem, desperately missing his warmth as soon as you did so. Artem slid his hand in yours, giving it a gentle, supportive, squeeze before speaking again, “If you’d like to tell me what happened, I’ll be here for you, okay?” Artem’s comforting words, his warm hand in yours, and his beautiful blue eyes made everything that’s happened with you in relation to Julius spill. You couldn’t look at him as you told him about everything: the case you worked on together, how he’d continue to go to your desk even when the case was over, how that escalated to the harassment you had to endure, what just happened in the conference room, and the audio recording of the incident.

When your gaze finally settled back on Artem, he was wearing an expression you had never seen on him before. It was anger, it was concern, it was... it was something else you couldn’t quite place. Artem pushed himself up from the couch, his eyes on the door to the office. You tightly grasped his arm, stopping him from moving towards the door. The door meant he’d tell, the door meant all your fears would come to fruition, the door meant you’d have to face the world outside Artem’s warm embrace again, and you didn’t want that. “Please don’t,” you whimpered, new tears stinging your eyes, “don’t tell anyone, please.” A sob escaped your throat, making Artem sit back on the couch next to you. “I love my job here, I love working with you and Kiki. I love being your partner and working on NXX cases with you. I don’t want to lose it all.”

Artem was back to rubbing circles into your skin, this time at the base of your shoulder. “You won’t lose your job, I promise.”

“B-But, so many people have b-been fired because they r-report assault, I-I can’t l-let that happen.”

“Mc,” Artem said, his voice slightly stern, but still gentler than you’d ever heard it before, “please look at me.” Your eyes trailed up his body, which was still holding you, and finally met his eyes. “I won’t let that happen, okay?” His hand found your hair, gently combing through it with his fingers, “I promise you that you’ll be okay, that your job will be okay. I’ll put Julias in jail if it’s the last case I ever take, just please, please let me help you.” Before that day, you could never imagine Artem crying, but you knew the sight of his eyes filled with tears was real. He allowed you to see his emotions just as you’d allowed him to see yours. He wasn’t some emotionless lawyer who would allow his coworker to be fired because they told the truth. He was a man who’d openly share your emotions with you, even if that meant sharing your tears. You could trust him, you knew that now.

“Okay,” you let the word with a shaky breath, “I trust you, Artem.”

Artem stood up from his place next to you, not letting your hand go quite yet. He leaned over you, giving your forehead a gentle kiss, before looking into your eyes, determination filling his own sapphire ones. Your body slightly tensed when Artem finally removed his hand from yours, you quickly grew cold at the lack of his warmth, but you let him go. You watched his figure as he reached the door, taking one more glance behind him towards you, and left, shutting the door behind him. Eventually, you knew, everything would be okay again.

[fivelakesinwriting]

Night Driving (Drew Starkey)

Author's Notes: This is a continuance of the request Night Swimming - I had so much fun writing that request that I wanted to make a second part, and you all said "heck yes". Here we go. Let me know what you think if you have a moment, please! It's admittedly shorter that Night Swimming, but I don't think it's any less fun and I hope you love it all just the same! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smutty(ish) - some clothes are removed. Lots of touching, and kissing.

Requested? Yes! You all wanted a sequel, and I couldn't help myself to write one either. Requests for OBX are also very much open.

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Drew picked her up for dinner on a mild evening for dinner. He was on time like he always was, pulling up into the driveway with a flash of his high beams at her just to make her smile as she stood on the front porch while she waited for him.

"Hey, good looking." Drew grinned as he hopped out of his truck and took the few shorts steps to stand in front of his girl.

"Hey, handsome." She smiled as she placed her hands on his sides, pressing up on her toes to be closer to his height.

"Ready to go?" Drew asked while he wrapped one arm around her waist, then dropped his head down to press his lips to hers quickly. He smiled softly at her little pout, then led her towards the passenger side of his truck.

Drew opened the door for her, his hand gripped to hers as he helped her into the truck. He raised his eyebrows and felt his conviction to be on time for dinner begin to fade as he saw a flash of her backside under her little skirt. Drew pursed his lips as he shut the door once she was settled safely in the front seat then made his way around to the driver's side, his fingertips brushing over the scruff of his chin as his mind began to race.

"Let's go! I'm so hungry!" She groaned out as she pressed her hands to the roof of his truck, her head against the headrest.

Drew smiled softly as he started the ignition of the truck and made his way back out of the drive, and towards their destination. The drive to the restaurant where everyone else was meeting them felt long. It was a place they all frequented, and Drew knew the route well. But for some reason the drive today felt excruciatingly long.

Drew reached the turn off for the restaurant, but kept driving. His eyes focused on the road as one hand clutched the steering wheel as the other ran his thumb over his bottom lip.

"Wasn't that our turn?" She questioned as she turned her body to look out her window at the passing street sign.

"Gonna take the back roads. Nicer drive. Less traffic." Drew mumbled as he took a quick left turn onto a bumpy, dirt path that had her squealing and reaching for the handle above her window.

"Drew! There's nothing out here! Where are we going?" She replied, her knees pressed together. She reached for the dashboard with one hand as the other kept her white knuckle grip on the handlebar over her window.

Drew didn't say anything in response. He simply kept driving, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of them. A small smile on his face as he heard her squeal again as they hit the larger bumps in the dirt path. He found a spot on the side of the road that was covered by some trees, his truck still somewhat visible in the light of dusk. He pulled over, put the car in park and pulled up the emergency brake just to be sure.

"That is just cruel." Drew stated firmly with a jab of his index finger towards the short, pleated black skirt she wore.

He pulled his keys out of the ignition and dropped them in the cup holder in the centre console. He ran a hand over his chin, his fingertips catching on the scruff of his chin.

"You don't like my skirt?" She asked as her fingertips tugged at the hem of her skirt, the fabric pulling up her thighs a little more.

Drew breathed out a laugh before he reached over to the passenger side, unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed her hips. He pulled her over the console and placed his girlfriend on his lap to make her straddle his thighs.

"I like it a lot, and I think you knew that when you put it on." Drew muttered as he placed his hands beneath the short hem of her skirt on the backs of her thighs.

"This road doesn't go anywhere. Does it, Starkey?" She questioned softly as she combed her fingers through his hair.

"This road? No. Just leads to some guy's fields. It's a dead end." Drew whispered as he turned his face to kiss her wrist, his fingertips creeping up the back of her skirt to feel for her panties.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you just kidnapped me so you could fuck me in your truck." She shivered as she felt his fingertips hook into the strap of her thong.

"It sounds bad when you say it like that." Drew teased as he hooked his fingers in the back of her thong, kept them there, and did nothing.

"So, what's it like?" She asked as she wiggled in his lap for more attention. His touch was too light on her backside under her skirt. He was gentle with her, but never feather-light. His touch always had some sense of urgency.

"More like, I took you somewhere pretty to get under your skirt before dinner." Drew grinned as his right hand moved from the strap of her thong and into her hair to pull her close.

"Make your move, Starkey." She challenged as she pulled her short nails down the front of his shirt, her thighs squeezing against his as she held her breath waiting for his kiss.

Drew leaned forward to close the small space between them, his lips pressed to hers. He released a sigh of relief through his nostrils at the feeling of finally kissing her that day. He wrapped his fingers around the long tresses of her hair and gave a small pull, his tongue slipping in her mouth when she whined.

Drew's girlfriend pushed the bottom of his shirt up over his abs, her fingertips pressed into the deep plains of his muscles. He smiled against her mouth as he felt her fingertip move down his abdomen towards the buckle of his belt.

"Let me help." Drew smiled through a heavy breath as he removed his hands from his girlfriend's body and reached between them to pull the prongs of his belt for her. The anticipation and sexual tension in the cab of the truck was almost tangible at that point. Drew wasn't sure who wanted it more.

"Thank you." She sighed with relief as she reached for the button of his jeans only to have her hands swatted away, her body being thrust backwards against the steering wheel which caused her backside to give a prolonged honk on contact.

"Goddamnit, Drew!" She gasped as she jumped forwards, her arms wrapped around his neck and her body flush against his once more.

"Well, sit your ass in my hands and that won't happen again." Drew growled as he reached beneath her skirt to grab hold of her backside in both his palms firmly. He gripped at the flesh of her ass and squeezed, smiling as she dropped her forehead down to his with a pout.

"Kiss me, Starkey." She begged as she adjusted her arms around his neck, her hands combing through his hair again.

"You kiss me first. Everyone knows when I start with you, then I get razzed all night long. You kiss me first, pretty girl." Drew demanded as his hands pulled at the flimsy strap of her thong and he realized with the right twist, he could snap it.

She released a whine from the back of her throat that made Drew feel primal, every carnal instinct in his body being lit like a match. He bared his teeth to her before he grabbed at the back of her neck and pulled her down for a kiss that would no doubt leave both of their mouths hot and swollen.

Drew's free hand pulled at the strap of her thong, doing his absolute best not to tear it into pieces. He tugged it down over the swell over her backside and to her knees, reluctantly removing his lips from hers to look between them to see what he was doing.

Drew adjusted himself in his seat and with an easy lift of the woman in his lap, he tugged her underwear the rest of the way down her legs. He reached up and hung the lace material over his rear view mirror for safe keeping.

A loud honk erupted from around them. Drew pulled his hands from under his girlfriend's skirt and glared at her.

"That wasn't me! I can barely move you're holding me so tight, Drew." She panted as she pulled her hands from his hair to move her own hair from her face.

Drew quickly averted his eyes from her lips, swollen from his kiss and looked into the rear view mirror. Behind his truck was a sedan that he knew all too well.

"There's someone behind us." Drew growled through gritted teeth.

"We were followed? Do you think it's the guy who owns those fields? Drew, farmer's have guns. Big guns." She rambled as she reached for his belt and quickly redid the buckle for him as she tried to look through the tint of his back window.

"It's no one with a gun, Sweetie." Drew soothed, his body relaxing when he realized his reaction to the vehicle behind him had frightened her.

He lifted her up and gently placed her back into the passenger seat of the truck, his fingers reaching up to pull her underwear off of his rear view mirror - which he handed to her with a soft smile.

"Be right back. Put these back on, hon." Drew smiled as he leaned over the console and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before he practically kicked open his door and hopped out of the truck.

Drew stepped on to the dirt road and closed the door harshly behind him, refusing himself a look back at his girlfriend as he pulled her underwear back on. He stood quick, purposeful strides over to the sedan that idled behind his truck and knocked on the window with a closed fist.

"Dude, I swear to god. We followed you because we thought something happened. We saw you take that super hard turn passed the restaurant and come this way." Rudy giggled as he rolled down the window, his lips sucked between his teeth as he stared up at his friend who was less than impressed.

"You can't text?" Drew asked while he shoved his hands in his pockets, his eyes narrowed at the blonde man who still giggled in the front seat.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Next time I'm certain your truck has been stolen, and you and your girlfriend are being held hostage - I won't come save you. Can we go for dinner now? I'm pretty sure the guy that owns those fields has a gun." Rudy replied as he caught his breath.

"You're a fuck." Drew muttered as he held back a smile. He turned on his heel and made his way back to the truck.

"The scenic route. Huh, Starkey?" Rudy yelled out the window of his car before he backed up and drove away, back towards the main road.

Drew shook his head as he opened up the driver's side of his truck and climbed in once more. He gave his girlfriend an apologetic look as he sat back down, fastening his seat belt once more.

"I'm sorry about that." Drew stated softly as he grabbed his keys from the cup holder and stuck them in the ignition again.

"That's okay, Starkey. You can take for a drive after dinner, if you like." She smiled as she sat up on her knees, leaned over the console and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Alright. Promise I won't take you near a farmer's field, or where Rudy can find us." Drew smiled as he placed a hand on her thigh once she settled back in her seat, and pulled the truck around and drove back towards the main road.

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[warmaidensrevenge]

Quick blurp because I just finished Catherine the Great.

Paul x fem!plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

I'm rewriting this. I feel like Paul needs a friend to call him out. And Catherine is being such a poop

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of death, and not proof read and no word count

Summary: Paul loves you. But you are promised to another.

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Paul was really being a brat today.

" I hater her! God I hate her." Paul whined

You sat in his dressing room rolling your eyes.

" Shut it. You don't hate her."

" Oh yes I do. Watch I'm not going to have any time after the party. She's going to force me to marry."

" Well don't you want an heir?"

" well of course I do. I would just like to be in love."

You scoffed. " Well maybe you will grow to love whomever it is."

" I prefer it to be someone I have known for a while. Like you for instance. Someone who tells me the truth. Someone who has been a good friend to me like you have."

" Well maybe if you talked to other people other than me and Nikita then you probably would find a nice girl."

" Do you really think my mother would allow me to marry someone who wouldn't benefit her in some way?"

" She is your mother. I'm sure she would want you to be happy."

" I'll be happy once she's gone."

" PAUL! That is enough. You're lucky to have a parent left."

" I wish it was my father. Is it so wrong to want him next to me?"

" Of course not. But Paul, he is gone."

" I know that!"

"Alright watch your tone."

" Excuse me?"

" Stop acting like a child. You twat."

" You cannot speak to me that way. I'm your future Emperor."

"Oh fuck you. I will speak to you any way that pleases me. If you're going to act like a shit. I am going to tell you. Regardless of who you are."

Paul stared you down for a moment before he smiled.

" See that's why I love you."

" You ought too. I am a great friend. If you didn't love me, then I would have to find myself a new best friend. Hmm maybe Pyotr."

" That buffoon? Absolutely not!"

" Why not? He's quite handsome."

"He's an idiot."

" I don't need them smart. As long as they listen."

" You're joking?"

" Of course I'm joking. You know you're the only one for me." You gave him a grin.

" Right. And you're my best friend. You're only allowed to have one."

" Ha. Well I'm glad I picked a good one then."

...

Paul loved you the moment he first laid eyes on you. He was sitting up on the balcony with his mum when he saw you in a beautiful emerald green dress with gold embroidered swirls throughout. You looked like royalty. The most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. He asked permission to court you. His mother said yes but you said no. He was shocked to say the least. Who wouldn't want to be courted by royalty? You made it quite clear you had no intention of marrying so soon. That was almost 10 years ago. Though you continued to reject his advances you did become his friend. Writing letters to each other for months getting to know one another. Which only brought you closer to him. You were taking his flirtatious attitude as jokes after years had passed. But he was never joking.

Tonight was his coming of age ceremony and he was dreading it. He knew after tonight he would be looking at pictures of eligible women. None of which he knew he would want.

"So you plan on stealing me away from the party?"

" You want to leave a party that is being thrown just for you? "

" I just want to be with you."

" Well if you promise me 2 full dances and do your best to keep the old perverts away from me. Then I will pretend to faint. Then you can escort me home "

" Deal"

...

As Paul predicted his mother had Nikita show him a few women. He wanted none. He was hoping to see your painting. But you weren't there. He knew he had to marry someone. He only wished it was you.

His marriage with Natalia was nothing more than a political move. However he did try to give his mother an heir. He saw less and less of you on Natalias request.

His mother threw her annual gender swap party. Normally you never went but this time you came. You looked amazing dressed as a man. When you saw him you were consumed by laughter.

" You make a beautiful woman your Excellency. Lavender is surely your color." You giggled.

" You think so?" He said looking down at himself

" Absolutely"

You exchanged smiles.

" So how's the married life?"

" Not at all what I expected....She's with child."

Your eyes widened and you had a grin. Your actions hurt him.

" You're going to be a father? Oh Paul, that's wonderful."

He wanted to hug you and apologize for it. But he fought the urge.

" It is wonderful. I just wish it was with you."

" Stop it. It's no time for jokes."

He gave a nervous smile. " Right"

" Umm Paul. Is that what I think it is?" You said nudging behind him

He turned to see Pyotr talking to his wife. Rather closely. He turned to look at you.

" They are just friends."

"Looks more than that."

" Christ, you sound like my mother!"

" She noticed too?"

" Why can't you two just mind your business?!"

" What the hell is your problem? I'm just trying to be a friend!"

" Well I don't need anymore friends!"

He didn't mean it. He instantly regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He had a suspicion about his wife. But he was too busy to actually notice what was going on. Constant bickering with his mother and the information and conversations he had with Nikita, took up most of his time. But now that you were here and you saw it, it only made him angry. First his mother and now you.

"You are such a child it's ridiculous! If that's how you want it then so be it."

You walked away from him and left.

...

His life was falling apart. Paul just lost his wife and child. He was viewing the bodies when you came. You had approached with caution. The last time you saw him was at the party. He was leaning over Natalia kissing her. You looked at Catherine and she nodded in approval for you to enter.

" Paul." You said just above a whisper.

He turned to you with tears streaming down his face. He came to you quickly embracing you.

" Oh Paul. I'm so sorry."

He just held you firmly sobbing.

He laid in bed for days. With you visiting every other day. He was getting better after his mother showed him the love letters. She had told him it was time to move on. So he decided he was going to make you his wife.

He was sitting in the lounge waiting for your arrival. He already had a ring and had the room filled with your favorite flowers. But when you didn't show he went to find you. He waited in your parlor as you descended from the stairs. You looked ravishing.

"Paul."

" My love. Why did you not come to see me."

"I'm terrible sorry. I had an unexpected visitor."

" Oh?"

" Yes. It has been arranged that I am to marry."

" WHAT?!"

" Yes. You're mother has arranged a marriage to a Duke in Paris."

" No! That's not possible."

" Well according to your mother and my father it is."

"No no. Absolutely not."

" Paul? I thought you would be happy for me."

" How could I be? You are suppose to marry me."

"I beg your pardon."

" That's why I asked you to come see me. I was going to propose."

You huffed. " Why? I don't understand."

" Because I love you."

You were quiet for a moment. " You're mother would never allow it. Besides what benefit would she gain from us marrying?"

" I do not care? I want to be with you."

" No. I'm sorry Paul. I have a promise to upkeep. If I do not. Then your mother cannot join the two empires."

" She has enough power already!"

" Listen to me. I will do as she commands. I am sorry. But even if I did love you. We still cannot get married."

He was upset. He left you to speak with his mother.

" HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!? You knew I loved her. How could you give her away?"

" Son it is for the best. Do you really want an heir with her?"

" What is so wrong with her? She is beautiful, kind, smart, and so loving."

" And fat. You want a fat unsightly boy running these halls?"

" How dare you! You of all people should know better. You married my father. And you are fucking that hideous choad."

"You stupid boy! You watch your tongue. Or I will have it."

" No. I will not be silent. I love her. Why won't you let me be happy? I married once for you. I will not do it again."

" Yes you will!"

Catherine turned to leave.

"y/n will be my wife. And you will not stop me!"

She laughed and continued to leave.

He went to you that night. Making his way to your room.

" Paul you cannot be here."

" No. I need you to hear me. Do you remember when I first saw you?"

You shook your head.

" We were at an opera. You were wearing this beautiful green dress with gold. Your hair pinned up with emerald jewels. You were the most incredible woman I have ever seen. I have loved you since. I asked to court you then remember?"

" I remember your servant asking in your behalf. But I refused."

" Why?"

" Because I never even met you. And I was in love with someone.

" Who?"

" It doesn't matter. It was so long ago."

" Please tell me."

You hesitate. " I don't remember much about him. I don't even recall what he looked like. But the one thing that I could not forget was this pendent he wore on his breast collar. It was a rare diamond wrapped in gold. It has this green swirl in it. It looked like smoke. The only time I have ever seen that before is the one my mother used to have. My father gave her a necklace with the exact same stone. She was buried with so I'm unable to show you. But it was remarkable. I couldn't believe it when I saw it. It felt like my mother was sending me a sign. As if this was my one true love. I had hoped to find him after but I never saw him again. I searched for him for months. But I started to forget his face. So I looked for the pendent. But never finding the man who wore it."

Paul smiled. You had saw the love of your life that night too.

" Y/n. Do you still love him?"

" I-I...I know it's ridiculous but I would like to see him again. Get to know him."

He came closer to you and pulled back he coat revealing a pendent. Your eyes widened at the sight.

" No it can't be."

" It is a rare diamond. There are only 2 in all of Russia. This one was my father's. I only wear it on the anniversary of his death."

You were in shock. So much so that you couldn't speak.

" You see. We were meant to be together. I love you my darling. Please be with me. You know who I am now. We don't need to waste any more time."

" We can't. I gave my word to the Duke."

"Yes we can. We can get married tonight."

" Tonight?"

" Yes. I will find someone to marry us."

" No we can't. I-"

" Tell me you don't love me. Tell me you never thought about us. Tell me you never wished to be with that boy from the opera. If you can. Then I will leave and you are free to be with the Duke."

" But your mother."

" I don't care about her. I want you."

You took a deep breath and nodded. You knew you loved Paul. But never did you think that this would be happen. Paul has been the one you longed for. And he wants you.

He found someone who was willing to go against his mother's wishes. After the vows he took you to an inn so that no one would be able to find you.

Once in the room he kissed you. It was everything he dreamed it would be. He felt your body tense as he held you. He pulled away to see why.

" Do you not want to do this?"

You swallowed. " I'm sorry Paul. I don't know what I'm doing. You know I never have laid with a man. I'm just worry that after you will regret marrying me"

" Never! I will always love you. If you would like, we can always wait."

" I would never dream of denying my husband."

" Your husband. I love that. I should have always been your husband."

You smiled sweetly. " Make love to me, husband."

...

The next morning Paul and you were dragged back to the palace by his mother's guard

" Have you any idea what you've done?!

Paul tried to speak but she wouldn't let him.

" You stupid child. You have cost me an alliance. I should have you both hanged." She walked right up to you and Paul moved to stand between you two. " You better give me an heir."

Catherine walked away and Paul faces you.

" I'm sorry love."

You just smiled. "Let's go give her an heir."

Paul smirked and pulled you into his room.

Months had went by and you still weren't pregnant. Not from the lack of trying though. In all honesty Paul didn't care. He didn't want to share you with a child just yet. He had went to get a maid to provided you guys some substance after a quick love session. But he found his mother instead.

"You see. I told you not to marry her. She can't even have children. You've spoiled everything. And for what?! Love? It's ridiculous! She is not meant to be in this family!"

" That's enough! You will not speak about my wife that way."

" Stupid boy. Who do you think you are talking to?"

"STOP IT!"

Paul and Catherine turned to find you at his bedroom door in a robe.

" That is quite enough. When will you two stop bickering like children?"

" How dare you!" Catherine scolded. " You are a guest here. Quiet or I'll have someone cut out that tongue"

" I will not!"

" Sweetheart please. Let me handle this." Paul begged.

" No. I have had it with you two. Always fighting over such small things. I will not stand here and allow this to continue. You will fix this relationship. You must! Because I refuse to let my child grow in this environment."

Catherine and Paul were in complete shock.

" You're with child?" They both said in unison.

You grabbed your belly. " Yes. I have not had a cycle for two months now. I was planning to see the doctor today to confirm it."

Paul came to hugged you.

" Seems like you're not useless after all." Catherine sneered and left.

" A baby?"

"Yes Paul my love. A baby."

...

After your son was born, Catherine would always try to take him away. But you wouldn't allow it. It wasn't until she threatened to keep him while she sent you two away for a diplomatic mission, that's when you finally put your foot down

" He will stay here with me. The road is not for an infant."

" Absolutely not! He is MY SON! You will not keep him from me. I will not have a wet nurse feed my child. And if you continue with your nagging I will make sure you never see him again. Do you understand me?!"

" You cannot speak to me this way girl! And you will not keep my grandson away from me."

" I will speak to you as I please. I do not care who you are. You will not take my son away from me. I am his mother and you of all people should know a child should be with his mother. "

Catherine was speechless. No one has ever spoke to her that way. Paul has tried but it was frivolous. She believed you when you said you would keep her grandson away. She didn't stop you while you entered the carriage with the baby. Paul stood there in disbelief. Catherine went to him and whispered.

" She is good for you. I'm glad you chose her. I like her." She smiled

"Uhh thank you."

...

[mona-stay]

Secrets part 3 Peter Hale

Paring - Peter Hale x Reader

Warnings - smut finally

Part 1. Part 2

You drove straight to Derek’s, still feeling a little shaken up after what Theo had done. Outside Peters Shelby wasn’t there, you didn’t know if you were happy or sad not to see it. When you got inside to your surprise Peter was there sat reading his book. He’d actually agreed to car pool with you.

 

Stiles and Liam both cheered as you walk in, Stiles calling you a good luck charm after the win today. How you managed to get coach to listen to your ideas. For the next few hours you all laughed, talked, drank and ate.

 

It was at this point, Derek being one of the closest to you noticed your neck. “what happened” he said, Peter now in his feet coming over to see. You explain about Theo’s threat and how he tried to strangle you.

 

“I’m gonna kill the little runt” Peter said heading for the door. You grabbed his arm, stopping him.

 

“don’t, Stiles’ dad’s took him, Coach is having him expelled and if he’s stupid enough to back at me then you all have my permission to kill him. But for now can we just forget about it” you say to him. Peter clenches his jaw but agrees he’ll leave Theo to sheriff Stilinski for now.

You watch Peter return to his book as Lydia pulls you to one side asking to talk. Stepping away to a more private part of the loft you wait to see what’s wrong. “what’s going on with you and Peter?” she asks outright.

 

You blush “nothing, what do you mean?” you say coyly. Maybe you needed to tone down your stirring at the handsome wolf.

 

“I seen him today at the game, his arms around you before fighting with Theo. Are you two dating now?” she asks a little concerned.

 

Shaking your head no “that was to wind up Theo. Peters version of leave her alone I think, not like it worked” you told her, not really sure why Peter had started on Theo the way he did. “and besides even if I did like Peter, I don’t think he likes me like that”. You say looking down not letting her see the sadness you felt.

 

“oh, I doubt that. The way he is around you, looks at you. I think Peter likes you, I’ve always thought that especially after you saved him” she says.

 

You wished it was true but knew differently, you’d kissed him wanted more he told you no. “No, I think Peter just likes the game, I know he wouldn’t want me like that” you say hoping to end the conversation.

 

Lydia eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t question it. She looks over at Peter who watches y/n out the corner of his eye like he’d always done. She was going to ask him but knew Peter would never tell her the truth.

 

Peter sat just watching everyone else, what he always did when Scott used the loft for after games celebration. It was only pack members but for Peter it was still way too many.

 

He glanced over to y/n now she’d finished her chat with Lydia, he was about to gain your attention until Liam got it first asking her to dance. To Peter’s annoyance you agreed, going over to dance with him, Lydia, Stiles and Malia.

 

Peter growled watching as they young pups hands tried to move down your body. He found himself thinking how dare Liam touch what’s his, even if you wasn’t, its all Peter truly wanted. He hated even more you hadn’t stopped it. That you just moved slightly so he wasn’t touching anymore still laughing and dancing.

 

For the third time Liam’s hand come inches away from your ass. This time you decide not to move out of his way, nope you decide to see Peter’s reaction. Your eyes lock with his, he’s stirring with a snarl. You wink at him hoping to push him to come over do or say something but he doesn’t.  He gets up and walked to his old room. You sigh Peter hadn’t got jealous.

 

With Peter gone and the song finished you went to find something to drink. Everyone turned seeing the loft door open, Cory walked in scanning the room. Mason was happy to see about to give him a hug but Cory walked past him straight to Scott, his eyes flicking to you.

 

“Theo’s been arrested and he thinks Peter is up to something. He says Peters an alpha and y/n’s in danger” Cory blurted out. You sigh, it wouldn’t take Theo long to spill Peters secret.

 

Everyone looks at you, taking one or two breaths trying to keep your heart beat stable. “is this true” Scott asked.

 

“not as far as I know” you say hoping the wolfs wouldn’t notice the lie. After being with Theo you learned how to control some tell-tale signs of lying. “Theo has been arrested for trying to kill me” you tell Corey showing him your neck. So now he’s using lies, he knows I’m living in Peters and trying to find a way to turn you lot against him. Peter wouldn’t hurt me, in fact Peters been more respectful in the last two weeks than Theo has in two years. So what ever he’s told you Cory ignore it, I would.” You say hoping the rest believe you.

 

Derek agrees “y/n right Peter would never hurt her, yes he’d hurt a lot of people but I don’t think he’d do anything to her” he says knowing his uncles not so secret feelings for y/n. Although the Peter being an alpha was something Derek wasn’t sure about, it’s possible but surely he’d know.

 

Peter walks down the stairs “what have I meant to done now” he smirks. He’s eyes meet yours a small head tilt and smile tells you he’d heard what you said.

 

“Theo thinks your an alpha”  Scott says eyeing up Peter, arms folded, more or less asking the question without words.

 

“if I was Scott, you’d be dead” Peter jokes knowing they wouldn’t question it more. “anyway I’m ready to head home, y/n shall we your my lift” add.  You nod saying your goodbyes.

 

Once in the car Peter seemed quiet lost in his own thoughts. “thanks” he said eventually.

 

“what for?”  you asked not sure what he was thanking you for.

 

“keeping my secret. You didn’t have to lie for me but you did so thank you” he said.

 

You smiled, you had promised you’d keep his secret and did. Even if Theo knew the truth you still wouldn’t rat Peter out. “I keep my promises, I’m a good girl like that” you say.

 

Peter laughs but doesn’t look up at you. “I’m sorry Theo outed you” you say. Peter just shrugs it wasn’t your fault.

 

“sorry he tried to strangle you” he said, thinking he was party to blame for pushing Theo. Also making a mental note to kill him next time he saw him. You smile back saying wasn’t his fault.

Back at the penthouse you walk in the door, as soon as it shuts you take your t-shirt off, showing of your sports bra. Dumping the top in the washing basket you say to Peter your getting in the shower. Giving him a full view of your body hoping after today he’d still be in a touchy mood.

 

Peter headed straight to his whiskey cabinet. His mixed feeling were getting the better of him, ten minutes ago he was jealous then seeing you lie for him made him love you so much more. And then your mini show for him then left almost nothing to his imagination.

 

 He downed his drink refilling it, tonight he was going put an end to this dam game once and for all. No matter what you decide he was done playing.

 

You come down after your shower in short pyjama shorts and top. You didn’t miss the way Peters eyes widened as you walk past swaying your hips.

 

You watch Peter, he seems off you’d noticed it since the game ended. You smirk a thought coming to your head a way get what you want and cheer him up.

 

You open the fridge, getting out a bottle of juice, choosing not to have alcohol so he can’t say your drunk this time. You stretch up high reaching for one of the glasses on the taller shelf, making little noises to get his attention. Once you have the glass you smile giving him a small wink but he didn’t smile back. He turns his head away.

 

You sigh, filling the glass you walk to where he’s sat, sitting on the arm of the chair. “you know sour wolf is Derek’s nickname. This kind of pouting doesn’t look good on you” you say, swinging your legs over his, one foot resting on the top of his thigh, your toes dangerously close to his package.

 

“what are you doing y/n” he asks, unsure what else to do with his mixed feelings right now.

 

“I’m hoping to put a smile on your face, plus I owe you a thank you for coming to the game today” you say moving your toes a little to tease him.

 

He sighed keeping his face straight “I think you should stop y/n” he tone was stern.

 

You look at him confused, the first night from the bar flashing back at you. Maybe you worry wasn’t for nothing, maybe he really didn’t want you.

 

“Trying to find a way to cheer you up, do you really want me to stop. Peter.” You say nudging your foot over his cock.

 

Peter grabbed your foot, “y/n stop, I can’t do this anymore” he said looking you in the eye. Seeing your smile fade he went on to explain. “I can’t play this game we’ve been playing. I thought I could but I can’t.” He says low

 

You didn’t speak, just watch as he runs his hand though his hair, thinking about what he wanted to say next “I can’t handle your looks, touches the way you act like you want me. I can’t handle you falling asleep on my knee and I certainly can’t handle carrying you to bed and it not being mine. Ever since we kissed that night after the bar, all I think about is how much I want you, how you should be mine. How foolish I was acting like the good guy, pushing you away say no because you were drunk and upset, when I should have been the selfish bad guy”

 

He’s words were cut off when you grab him, smashing your lips with his. He was surprised by your action and didn’t move, just closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of you on his lips.

 

You pull back biting back a smile “good, I don’t think I could of handled it any more too, I was hoping you would have said something sooner” you say. This time Peter kisses you, this one more passionate but still light and closed mouthed.

 

His hand slides up the outside of your leg finding your hip. “I promised you I wouldn’t sweetheart, that night I gave you a choice, if you still wanted me in the morning I’d take you to bed, or promise I’d never bring it up” he laughed as his fingers traces circles on your hips.

 

You giggle, almost forgetting he’d said that “then take me to bed Alpha” you playfully order.

 

Peter had other ideas, he pulled you off the arm of the chair onto his lap. Kissing and nipping at you neck “thought you’d never ask” he said flashing his eyes red, scooping you do he can stand with you still in place.

 

You playfully slap him before kissing and biting his jawline and neck. He carries you up the stairs to his room, finally getting the girl he’d wished for and this time he wasn’t going to let you slip away. Peter laid you on his bed gently, leaning over you stirring deep into your eyes “you definitely want this sweetheart?” he asked once last time. You didn’t answer with words. Capturing his lips on yours pulling him closer for more.

 

Peter grabbed the hem of your vest top, slowly sliding it up, his lips following the material until he reached your boobs. He nips and kisses the parts of your boos that isn’t hidden by your black lace bra as he pulls your top off completely.

 

“Peter” you moan. He smiles at you as he comes back for another fast, hungry passionate kiss. He didn’t care how much you beg, he was going to take his time. He was going to make sure you never wanted anyone else but him after tonight.

 

You watched Peter when he broke the kiss apart, pulling his own shirt over his head. You look over his chest, taking in every line, curve and  ripple that makes him. Leaning up on your elbows to get a better, fuller view of him as he started to undo his jeans.

 

You bit your lip, as he slowly slid them off tossing the behind him. He smirked “like what you see” he chuckled before sliding his hand up your legs pulling down your shorts leaving you in your underwear. This time it was Peters turn to admire you, his eyes raked up and down your body “beautiful” he said coming to kiss you.

 

Your hands went to his chest, trailing around his neck, as you pull the hair at the back of his head. Arching your back so he can unclasp your bra he throws it the away like he did his jeans. He leans back to look at you again before kissing your boob his and playing with the other one.

 

Running your hands across his shoulders, digging your nails in as he bites on your nipple rolling the hardened bud in his teeth. You could already feel how hard Peter is, his member pressing against the top of your thigh. You moved your hips to grind against him.

 

Peter took it as a hint, he gently let his fingers down your stomach, sending goose bumps over your skin. He rubbed your covered core making you moan, under his touch. He smiled feeling how wet you were for him, how your body reacted to him. His kisses follow the same path his hand had stopping just above your pantie line. He pulls them down not taking his eyes from yours.

 

He only looks away when there off and he kisses his way up your legs biting your inner thighs. You reach down tangling your fingers in his hair as he licks along clit. You hum and whine as he teases you with his tongue, wanting and needing more. “quit teasing please Peter” you say.

 

“only because you said please”  he chuckles, sliding a finger in you. Your hips buckle as he wastes no time finding the spots that make you cry his name. It wasn’t long before he adds a second. He let’s them explore you, taking in the places that make you moan and cry for him. Before bringing his tongue too your clit to increase the pleasure you felt.

 

Peter knew you were close and didn’t let up swapping his mouth for his thick thumb. “cum for me sweetheart, I want to see you come apart for me” he practically sang. Before you knew it you were pushed over the end, clenching around his fingers, screaming a mix of ‘oh god and Peter’

 

Peter brought his fingers to his lips humming as he licked your cum from them. Leaning over you he kisses you, you feel his tip at your entrance. He let’s it roll along your swollen lips and cups your cheek with his hand. “I’ve wanted this for so long sweetheart” he says lining himself up.

 

He slowly enters you, feeling bigger than you imagined filling and stretching you in the most amazing way. The growl he makes, almost animalistic once he’s deep as he can go. “fuck me Peter” you cry, you didn’t have to ask twice, for him to start moving.

 

Peter was anything but gentle and you loved it. His thrusts were hard and sharp, hitting spots and places you didn’t know existed. You wasn’t gentle too, if Peter didn’t heal, your own scratch marks would have been visible tomorrow.

 

You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and so could he. You whine a little as Peter pulls out but before you could moan any words. He flips you over so your now on your hands, entering you again with one fast hard thrust. Once he was settled inside you, he pulls you close so your back is pressed against his chest. His hands on your boobs kissing your neck, all you could do was reach up to grab his hair.

 

You moan his name loving the new position your in. He bucks his hips sending a new pleasure though you.  Trying to turn your head, a new wave of arousal filled your stomach seeing him, sweaty, sexy and those bright red eyes. “Peter, make me yours, bite me” you moan out on the verge of your next orgasm. “make me your little wolf, alpha”  you beg. His growl mixed with his dick hitting your g-spot sent you hurling into your orgasm.

 

Your walls clenching around him as he feels you cum on his dick, mixed with your words send Peter over the edge. His thrusts get sloppy but he doesn’t let up, the sound of you begging he let’s his teeth scratch lightly over your neck but resists the urge to sink then in as he cums deep inside you. “your amazing” he whispers, not caring if you heard or not as he slips out of you.

 

You fall on the bed, out of breath, worn out. Peter hands you a drink before pulling you into his arms. Kissing your head

 

**

You laid naked in Peters bed, his arms around you, holding you close. He kissed the top of your head as you made little soft murmurs in your sleep. He was still stunned last night actually happened, that you’d chosen him, asked and begged for him. He hoped it wasn’t a one time thing. He also hadn’t forgotten your high on sex driven request of becoming his beta, butting and turning her. He wasn’t gonna lie, the thought passed his mind. He almost caved as you clenched around him begging to be his, his little wolf.

 

Peter didn’t do it, almost for the same reason he didn’t sleep with you the first night you entered his penthouse. He worried you’d regret it the next day and hate him for it. He decided he would bring it up again in a few days see how you felt then

 

He smiles as your started to wake, “morning sweetheart” he says, bring his lips close to yours, kind of testing if it was a one night stand for you. To his delight you lean up kissing him. “breakfast? He asked.

 

You shook your head no holding him tighter “I don’t wanna move or you to move, I’m comfy like this” you say. Peter smirks letting himself settle. You stayed there almost an hour, sharing hugs and kisses before you had to get up to go the bathroom. Peter kisses you heading down the kitchen in his boxers.

 

You take a second to take in how yummy his ass looked in the tight silk. When you go down Peter had you a coffee ready. He wanted to bring up what last night meant, if it meant as much to you as it did to him.

 

After breakfast he’d mentally asked you 10 different ways all sounds as bad as the one before. “what’s on your mind?” you ask him noticing him stirring into space.

 

“did you mean what you about wanting to be mine?”  he asked out right, there was no other way to say it.

 

You pull yourself onto his lap looking him deep in the eyes “yes I meant it, I meant it all. I want to be with you, be your little wolf I want you peter” you say before kissing him.

 

He smiles a full happy, and slightly relieved smile. “good it’s all I want too” he says kissing your neck. He promised to bite you on the next full moon but until then you were happy just to be his girlfriend. “you know both Scott’s and Theo’s pack won’t be happy if I turn you” he joked.

 

You kiss him again, “I don’t care what they think,  I want it and I’m happy with you” you say reassuring him. You smirk “buyt until we find a way to tell them it can be our newest secret”