#so like uhhh...? do i need to do that for tomorrow? i also have a final tmr like. priorities.

[phinkslave]

Study Session

ProHero!Bakugo x Reader x ProHero!Kirishima

No spoilers for the manga included. I haven’t read it at all.

Reader is in college, Bakugo and Kirishima are pro hero’s.

Warnings: Implied large age gap, NFSW, (dubcon?), dacryphilia, men being little perverts, overstimulation, praising and degrading. Let me know if I should’ve added anything!

There was no denying that there was tension between Bakugo, Y/n, and Kirishima. The two pro-hero best friends. Knowing they both want her, knowing that she wants them, they didn’t mind to share her between each other. Perhaps though if it were to be anyone other than Kirishima, Bakugo wouldn’t have allowed it. It’s no secret between the three love birds that they clearly all have feelings towards each other, though no one has made anything official. They’ve hung out before. Gone to the movies, the fair, even watched the U.A sports festival together. Though the two men didn’t dare to make a move. It’s not that they didn’t want to, they were just scared. Y/n was younger by a lot and not only did they not want to make her feel uncomfortable in any way, but they also didn’t want the public to start throwing rumors around. They didn’t want to bother her and her personal life. They knew they finally wanted to be more involved though. They were going to make it happen.

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You were studying for upcoming finals. Though you weren’t making much progress due to your thoughts being clouded with Bakugo and Kirishima. You haven’t seen them in a week, and haven’t even spoke to them. Normally they would text or call but you assume they’ve been busier than usual. Hero work is not easy after all. You craved them, how a flower craves water. You needed them and so you decided to do something about it.

You sent a text to your guys’ group chat. Bluntly only saying ‘I need help.’ You knew it was a little selfish but you could help it. Knowing that they’d probably be busy, so you had to grab their attention somehow, and what better way then to ask some heros that you need help.

Perfect timing to.

They received your text message just as they’ve been dismissed from patrol. In sync, they both opened up their phones to see your message, exchanged each other a stunned glance, then quickly scrambled to respond.

(From: Eiji)- Help? Are you alright?

Kirishima sends his message as Bakugo works on his own, his fingers flying across the screen.

(From: Bakugo)- How are you going to send a message asking for help less then two minutes ago, then not even respond? We are on our way asap. 🤦🏼

With their plans set, the men took a few seconds to collect themselves, adjusting their hero suits to be prepared for anything. Making their way towards your house, confusion and worry with each hasty step.

You were shocked to hear a banging on your door in the next 7 minutes. That was quick. When you took a few seconds to get to the door you heard a couple of louder bangs. That had to be Kats, you thought to yourself playfully rolling your eyes, opening the door.

“Hey guys!” You say cheerfully. Happy to see the two men. God you loved it when they were in their hero suits.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Kirishima said quickly. Worry evident in his tone. Bakugo instead, scanned your figure, letting out a big sigh after coming to the conclusion that everything was fine.

“Everything’s okay, why wouldn’t it be? I just needed some help with studying.”

“I need help,” Bakugo mocked, “why’d you make it sound like you were being robbed ‘er something y/n.” Bakugo said with an annoyed tone.

“uhhh….Sorry, I guess I see how bad my text sounded,” as if this wasn’t my plan from the beginning. “I do need help though, I need help studying for these finals I have next tomorrow,” you said the last part quietly and embarrassed, looking away from their gazes. Waving your hands frantically, “i’m failing english and math, just needed some extra help! And i’m home alone sooooo it’s not like I could ask my mom or something.”

Kirishima and Bakugo share an unreadable expression before krishima lets out a loud laugh, their faces reddening as soon as you said you’re home alone. Bakugo looked away from you, “idiot, you had us worried.” He mumbled.

“Oh c’mon man, just a lil accident. Just be happy nothing was wrong,” he elbowed Bakugos side playfully, “so, home alone huh? Are ya’ gonna let us in sweets?” Kirishima said smiling at you. You couldn’t help but blush at the commonly used nickname he gave you. Moving out the way for them to enter. They’ve never actually been inside your home. Always parked down the street for when you guys would hang out. Even though you guys haven’t been official, you’re not really sure if your family would accept you going out with an older man, two of them at that.

“Before we go to my room, do you guys want anything? Like water or something? I know you guys must be tired.” You turn towards them as Bakugo begins to take off his large gloves, Kirishima taking off his face piece, both of them leaving their items on the floor next to the door and moving further inside.

“No. I think we’re fine,” he looked at kirishima to confirm. “Let’s get started yeah? Use your time wisely, you barely have two days.” On the surface he seemed to have just cared about your low grades, but in all honesty, he just wanted to rush into your room. The thought of just entering your room, your own little private space. It made excitement surge through his entire body. He was positive kirishima felt the same.

“Yeah, i’m good to, thanks though,” Kirishima said with a closed eye smile. “well, in that case I'd be happy to help you catch up on your english. Bakugo can take the math…I never was good at it.” He shyly said, rubbing his neck.

Bakugo snorts, rolling his eyes. He leans back on the back of your living room couch, arms crossed over his chest, “Math huh….alright, but don't expect me to go easy on you. I want you passing that test since ya’ got me helping ya out.” He said sternly. His tone of voice making your heart to flutter.

“I’ll try my best,” geez now it’s even more embarrassing if you fail, “Okay then follow me~” you led them towards the stairs, up to your bedroom.

Kirishima and Bakugo following behind. Sharing a red faced glance to each other, silently communicating to fight the urge to stare at your ass moving directly infront of them. Your pajama shorts riding up with every step you take, and your short shirt did nothing to help you cover up. You’d have to have worn that on purpose. They’d be lying if they said they didn’t feel like such perverts.

You push open the door to your bedroom, walking in with them following close behind. You head over to your desk to open up your books and notes. Giving them some time to take your room in. White curtains, a pink bedsheet, the ridiculous amount of stuffed animals on your bed. They found it absolutely adorable, oh how badly they wanted to fuck you dumb.

Sitting at your desk, “Can we start with my math? I just really hate it and wanna get it out the way as soon as possible.” Spinning my chair around to hand the paper to Bakugo.

Taking the paper from y/n, his gaze flicking briefly to her flushed cheeks before focusing intently on the math problems. “This is studying? Your not just using us to get your homework done for ya are you?” He gives a small laugh, teasing you. Sitting down on the edge of your bed closest to your desk. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, as he begins to examine the paper. “Alright, first off, you need to recognize the type of equation this is.” Bakugo said briefly, before stopping to look up at you. Your face was plastered with confusion. Your little eyebrow crease causing his cock to harden. He doesn’t know if he could help you himself being this distracted.

“Okay, got it.” You pretended to understand, but you’re sure the blonde haired man saw right past your words.

He sighs loudly, causing you to feel embarrassed at your own density, “How about this, you tell me everything y’know and I can add on?”

And with that, it started off well. Kirishima also listening attentively, occasionally interjecting with a helpful comment or clarification to help you out even more. Though after a few problems, it kept getting more tough and complicated.

“Ugh! I���m never gonna fucking get this.” Slamming your pencil down on the desk.

“Language.” Kirishima said. Feeling for your frustration. He stood up from his spot next to Bakugo, moving to stand behind your chair, gently placing his hands on your shoulder, giving them a squeeze, reassuring you, “No giving up alright? We're here to help you. Even if we have to break it down step by step until it clicks.”

Meanwhile, Bakugo was quietly observing your body language. Noticing the way your breath hitched slightly everytime Kirishima squeezed his hands. That’s it. He absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. His erection straining against his pants at this point. He clears his throat, drawing the attention towards him. “Why don’t we continue with more of a hands-on style?” His words tinged with a hint of suggestive innuendo, his eyes locked onto Kirishimas. Hoping his friend understood what he was trying to say. “Maybe you just need some motivation, here.” He stood up from the couch and stood behind you from your desk chair where you sat. Kirishima moving to the side to give him space. He pulled your chair out and made you stand up. Next thing you know, kirishima is sitting in the chair. And you get pushed over to sit onto his lap.

Shocked at the sudden change, “what’s… going on…?“

“Kiri is gonna make you feel good. If you wanna cum, you’re gonna answer questions 7-10 all by yourself.” Giving you a harsh kiss on your cheek. That wasn’t new, they would always kiss your face. Until now they have never done anything but that.

“I can’t alo-“, words being cut off as you feel Kirishimas hands enter the waistband of your little shorts, pushing past your panties and rubbing tiny circles on your clit. “Eiji…” You immediately grab onto his arm, letting out a shaky breath.

Kirishima had one hand inside your clothes and the other held a firm grip on your hips. A low groan escaping him as he heard her moan out the little nickname she has for him. She felt so warm. He reaches up to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back to expose the vulnerable column of her neck to some hard kisses. “Focus, y/n. Answer the questions correctly, and we'll reward you for your hard work.”

Bakugo loomed over them, his cock leaking precum into his boxers. Watching y/n struggle to concentrate on the math problems. He steps closer to her, his hot breath fanning over her ear. “I better see you use everything i’ve taught you in the last 30 minutes. Get these correct.”

“I don’t know how to do it!” I whined frustrated. Not being able to focus properly while being pleasured.

Kirishima's grip on y/ns hips tightened, his breathing growing ragged as he fights to just bend her over her desk and fuck her raw. He leans forward, “You’re a smart girl. Isn’t she Kats? You’ll be able to do it. Isn’t that right baby? Show him your more than just a little pretty face.” Moving his fingers now down to slide one into your hole. Causing you to almost melt into his arms. He reaches the hand of his that was on your hip, up to cup y/ns breast. Kneading the soft flesh roughly as his thumb circles her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt.

“Okay! Stop so I can focus.” You huffed, pouting. Swatting his hands away from your chest. Causing them to both chuckle. Withdrawing his hands, keeping his now multiple fingers inside of you.

“Alright, alright. Take your time.” Bakugo smirks, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you intently. Gaze dropping down to where your body was to meet Kirishima's fingers, the sight covered up by your shorts. Wishing they would’ve undressed you first, Waning to see your hole suck in his thick fingers.

With renewed determination, you tackle the math problems, silently grateful for Kirishima. He was moving his fingers at a non-distracting pace which was helpful. Though that didn’t keep you from letting out moans and mewls every now and then. Your mind racing to keep up with the equations as you try to ignore the delicious friction building painfully slow between your thighs. You’re finally on question 10, it’s maybe been 17 minutes since you’ve been sitting on kirishimas fingers. Both of your bodies desperate. You can feel him slowly rocking his hips against your ass. Dry humping. His fingers paced cruelly slow, and no matter how much you try to get some tiny relief, rolling your hips a bit, his firm hands at your hips don’t allow you any movement. Finally done, you hand the paper over to Bakugo so he can check it. Resting your head on your desk after he took the paper.

Bakugo takes the paper from y/n, his eyes scanning the answers quickly. Two out of three right. Not that bad, but he wasn’t going to let your mistake ruin the moment. He finished scanning your paper, letting out a low whistle. Acting impressed by your answers. He didn’t expect you to get every single one done. “Not bad, y/n. You actually managed to get them all right.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair, lifting your head off your desk, ignoring your little cry of pain. “You gonna ask nicely right? Ask us to let you cum.” Kirishimas fingers full on thrusting in and out of you at this point.

“Don’t we deserve a little please sweetheart? After all the help we’ve given you?” Kirishima added on, his own patience wearing thin. The ache in his groin has reached a nearly unbearable level, the dry humping doing nothing but edging him towards his own release.

“Please,” tears forming in your eyes, the harsh grip on your hair causing some pain to shoot through your scalp, “let me cum.”

“I guess you’ve earned it.” He mockingly cooed at you, enjoying the face you had on. The hand gripping your hair finally letting go, and with a swift motion, Kirishima was lifting you off his lap, setting you down on shaky legs for a split second, and before you could find your balance, he had already pulled down your shorts and underwear in one tug. You actually think you heard the fabric rip a little. Spinning you around, laying you down onto your back on the desk. Hastily shoving your shirt off to reveal your tits. “No bra, you fucking wanted this from the beginning hah?” Leaning down to such on your chest.

“You’re making it look like she’s your reward kiri.” Bakugo said with a laugh.

It was then when you’d turn your head to look at the other man. When did he take his shirt off? God the sight of both of them shirtless, Kirishimas costume doesn’t even have a shirt. Their hard muscles, turning you on more. They were so fine.

“Fuck yeah I am, dunno why you made her answer the long ass questions”, he said went a low moan as he wasted no time taking his cock out, stroking it a few times before rubbing it against your wet entrance. “Don’t worry kats, you’ll get your turn for when she has to do her english.” He winked at the other man. As he just watched the scene unfold. Palming himself through his pants.

“No more teasing…” You say as you arch your back, reaching out to attempt to pull him closer.

“We need condoms, you have any or….?”

“I’m on the pill.”

With a smirk, he gripped your hips tightly, slowly entering your body. Both of your moans being the most erotic thing Bakugo has ever heard. He slowly picked up his pace after letting you adjust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, punctuated by your wanton moans and gasps. You being wet enough from all the fingering for him to feel all your slick.

“Fuck-, you feel so fucking tight sweets. All for us huh? You want us to make you feel good? Wanna cum on our cocks?” Leaning down to give your cheeks soft pecks, tiny kisses that did not match the intensity of his thrusting. You wrapped your arms around him, shoving your face into his neck. He dragged one of his hands down to rub on your clit harshly. “You gonna cum for me? Gonna let me show my beautiful girl a good time yeah? Doing so fucking good.” Your moans music to his ears. Your cries grow louder, body trembling on the brink of climax.

“I wanna cum, please..” My words barely intelligible, to blissed out.

“Cum for me. Go ahead. Make yourself feel good on my cock baby.” His movements become erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chases his release. With a guttural groan, he buries himself deep inside you one final time, orgasm triggering hers. “Fuck…” He let out a low groan. Your entire body seizes up, waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your walls clench around Kirishima's pulsing cock. Not yet pulling out, his now soft cock resting inside of you. He leaned down giving your face a few more pecks, whispering how good you were for him and how you took him so well like he knew you could. When he finally pulled out, the noise was so lewd. Almost as much as the scene, his cum immediately leaking out of you. Dripping down your inner thighs.

Leaving you collapsed across the desk in a heap of satisfaction and exhaustion. Kirishima moved out the way for Bakugo. Tucking himself back into his pants. He laid down lazily on your bed. Eyes shut and chest heaving.

Bakugo approaches, a sly smile playing on his lips. “So...” Your still breathing heavy. Your exhausted. He leans down to your ear as youre still laid out on the desk. “How long does it take for you to go round two?” he whispered huskily.

Bakugos warm breath sends a shiver down your spine, his words igniting a spark of desire despite your post-orgasmic haze. Looking up at him with hooded eyes. “M’not s-sure. but ‘m so sensitive kats~” I pant.

“You can take it can’t you? Hm?” Leaving down to give your collar bone a small bite.

You winced a bit, “I….give me like 5 minutes to collect myself?”

All he does is just shrug. Proceeding to sit down in your chair, pulling your body off the desk and down on his cock, making you gasp and shudder. “F-fuck s’to much! s’to much!” You try to push off his shoulders to get off his hard cock, but he holds on tight by the hips.

“Nuh uh baby,” he groans at your shaking, “ya know how long i’ve been waiting to fuck you. I can’t hold back anymore. Just stay still and relax.” moaning at your fluttering hole, still clearly sensitive. You were involuntarily squeezing him so hard, you couldn’t help it. “You can have your break while letting kiri teach you your english.”

That was Kirishimas cue to finally get up and to head back over to the spot on your bed closest to your desk. He reaches for the English textbook, flipping it open.

You spoke up, tears dropping down your face, “s’to much,” you mewled. “I can’t do this-..I can’t-“

“Shhh,” Bakugo tried to soothe you, rubbing soft circles on your hips, “I’m not even moving right now babe.” He gave your shoulder a soft kiss.

Kirishima leaned forward to wipe a few of your tears, this is how it always was. Bakugo and Kirishima have fucked plenty of girls together before. Kirishima breaking them down, for bakugo to fuck them broken.“You can take it. Oh this chapter looks easy, you’re not going dumb on us now are you?”

Bakugo wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close as he began to rock his hips subtly. Maintaining a gentle friction that kept your senses heightened without pushing you to far just yet. God he was so close already. Your tears and tiny protests pushing his arousal even further. He knew it was sick but the sight of Kirishima belittling you made his cock pulse.

“You said you wouldn’t move!” Ignoring Kirishima words and gripping onto Bakugos arm around your waist, nails digging into the skin.

“Just relax and focus on the lesson,” he spoke up to say after he heard you give another few protests. Giving your nipples a harsh squeeze to shut you up.

As Kirishima began to explain the material, y/n found it impossible to concentrate. “I-I think I remember most of this already though...” mumbling quietly. Feeling Kiris cum still dripping out, even more slowly now since Bakugos cock was keeping it plugged in.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice as he addresses your comment. “Is that so? Thought you were having trouble.”

“I remember it now…” I breathlessly say.

Bakugo chuckles, he starts to move his hips more purposefully, picking up speed and depth as he fucks you in slow, deliberate strokes. Each thrust giving her a fresh new wave of pleasure. “I don’t appreciate you lying to us just to get what you want. Thought you were a good girl.” He said with a feigned pout. “Don’t tell me you’ve gone bad? Only little brats lie y’know that?”

“Not a brat!” You said, arching your back into his body. The immediate switch from slow to fast flustering you.

Kirishima stepped into the bickering, “Prove it and correct this question.” Giving you the paper.

“i-i think…so….basically—“ pant “when is bakugo going to make me cum.” I whine.

“Focus on the question he gave you stupid,” One of his hands coming up to wrap around your throat. “It’s just one fucking question. Don’t be a cock whore now.”

And with that, you answered.

Kirishima grinned triumphantly as you managed to provide a correct answer, sending Bakugo a signal when he threw him a nod.

“That's it.” Bakugo picked you up, laying you down chest first against your desk. He sped up his pace, balls slapping against your clit with each powerful thrust. Causing you to let out noises you didn’t know you could make. “Earned your reward,” he roughly said, leaning down, kissing your back. Groaning as his control was slipping. Your desperate pleas for him not to stop reaching a fever pitch. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you and holding still, cock throbbing as he finished. The sensation of Bakugo's his cum flooding your insides pushed you over the edge. Body convulsing in ecstasy, a noise tearing from your throat as you cum hard.

You let out a strangled sob as you felt Bakugo still thrusting slowly. Causing an uncomfortable pressure of overstimulation. Bakugo with a furrowed brow just smirked. Giving 5 more hard thrusts before pulling out. His cum flooding out kirishimas. Looking down at you, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watches you struggle to catch your breath, bended over your desk. Tucking himself back into his pants, zipping up casually.

Kirishima shakes his head, chuckling softly as he grabbed some tissues from your dresser top, wiping you down and helping you sit up. “You just haddd to overdo it.�� He said after helping you back into your bottoms. Then standing back up and giving your forehead a kiss, shoving you into his chest. Holding your trembling body into a hug.

Bakugo rolls his eyes, this time it was he who was laying on your bed, chest heaving, face flushed. “Yeah yeah, she did ask for it.”

You look at them both with spent eyes. “So tired. Also thank you guys for the help...” Words a little muffled from kirishimas chest.

Bakugo nodded in acknowledgment to your thanks. “When’re your parents coming back?”

“They’re out of town. I think in three days?”

You said, almost dozing off in a state of sleep.

The two men smirked at each other before Kirishima spoke up. “Whadya say we sleepover huh sweets?”

“Get some sleep. We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow.”

“pick up tomorrow? Are you trying to kill me?”

Guys help i accidentally clicked a button and this survey thing popped up and it won’t delete. 💔

[keeps-ache]

awkward way to have a convo but okay

[plain inks below cut]

[cloudcountry]

i think i may have created way to much pressure on myself when i tell people to send stuff that theyve tagged me in that i've missed. like yes i'd love to be able to read everything you guys send me but im gone most of the day now and its just not possible anymore. it kinda makes me sad because ive probably missed out on so much because of the sheer amount of things in my mentions.

[skrunksthatwunk]

not me spending like three hours on a late assignment (it's only like 5 days late) only for the submission box to be closed 💀💀💀

[enhanced-operatives-division]

handler for the bingo?

Bingo game here!

1 Bingo!

[flyingspicerack]

Okaaaay daydreaming time then sleeby nienie eveyone!!

[deeisace]

oh i need to have a shower before the world ends or something

[mixed-messages]

Chip and Dip

Lando Norris x snowboarder!reader

Author’s Note: In honor of where I live getting around 11 inches (28 cm) of snow over two days, here’s a little social media au about an Olympic snowboarder, who also happens to be sponsored by Monster Energy. Just like Lando. None of these IG stories are real. I made them with my need for detail

I haven’t done an smau in so long, so please bear with me and the fact it doesn’t really have a plot

General Notes: no use of yn, a nickname is used instead. no faceclaim, but there’s some skin showing in a few images! swearing, she/her pronouns used, yc is your country but you can pretend it’s just a snowboarding team or smth!

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monsterenergy Two of our favorite snowboarders will be heading out with a few other Monster Energy athletes for a snowy getaway. Stay tuned for clips, tricks, and videos

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user02 stfuuuuuuu omg omg who are the other athletes???

user78 CHIP AND CHLOE MY FAVE DUO 👹

user34 wait can someone please explain why she goes by chip???

↳ chipfan omg it’s so stupid (affectionately). years ago she was a guest on a youtube channel (forget which one) and she tried to do a trick and fucking ATE it (not the good ate) and chipped her front tooth. everyone just calls her chip now

↳ user04 it was that one trickshot channel

chipnflip let’s get ittttt 🏂 Liked by author

chloekim So excited! We’ll have to teach these skiers how to snowboard 🥱 Liked by author

user18 I SEE MCLAREN LIKED. PLSSSSS TELL ME LANDOSCAR WILL BE THERE

↳ monsterenergy we can neither confirm nor deny 👀

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lando the boys on the slopes

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user167 PATO IS THERE TOO? IM GONNA COMBUST

user16 is it just mclaren and the two snowboarders?? 🏃🏻‍♀️

↳ monsterenergy We can assure you there are more than just the five of them! There are ten in total!

user74 Not them becoming a clique 😭

user55 have they taught you guys snowboarding yet???

↳ chipnflip I fear we haven’t been able to teach them yet! We wanted to get to know each other first! Hopefully tomorrow 🤞

↳ lando @.chipnflip If it’s like anything today, I’m worried I’m gonna become scared of the snow

↳ user67 LANDO WHAT HAPPENED TODAY?

↳ lando @.user67 snowballs to the face 😔💔

user178 so you’re telling me 10 athletes had a snowball fight and no one posted about it???

↳ chipnflip I gotchu!

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chipnflip The snowball fight that occurred between 10 professional athletes last night. To our managers, no one got injured 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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lando Speak for yourself 👎🏻👎🏻

↳ chipnflip dude, be so for real, it wasn’t even packing snow. it was as light as a feather

↳ lando MATE YOU LIFT

user137 LANDO GETTING HIT IN THE FACE JQICNDOW BYEEE

oscarpiastri As Lando’s teammate, I must say, I do believe there was a small piece of ice in one of the snowballs

↳ chipnflip Ope— uhhh I was unaware of that one

ycnowboarding We’d like to formally apologize to McLaren for any harm our athlete may have caused to your very expensive driver

↳ mclaren we accept the apology. Liked by author

↳ lando says WHO?

user33 not her bullying Lando 2 days after they met 😭😭

↳ user77 and him clapping back 🏃🏼‍♀️

user88 OFFICIAL YC SNOWBOARDING ACCOUNT APOLOGIZING IS SENDING ME

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f1gossipupdates Some of Chip’s recent IG stories! There are lots of theories after Monster Energy uploaded a video of the winter getaway/vacation. While other athletes were being interviewed and Chip or Lando could be seen in the background, the other was always close behind. Leading some fans to suggest that there might be something going on between the two of them.

user009 omg can’t two people just be friends?? even if they’re more than friends should we even care??

hater17 i get a weird vibe from her. idk. i dont like her

↳ hater62 no bc i totally agree. there’s something about her that bugs me and i can’t put my finger on it. i hope she doesn’t take advantage of lando 💔

↳ user72 “take advantage of lando” 🥱 puhhh-lease you’re saying that like she’s not an incredibly successful athlete that has 3 Olympic gold medals and is as well known, if not more, than lando

user90 does anyone know why she rarely shows her face??? I wanna know what she looks like so badly

↳ user108 I mean… did you not watch the video monster put out?? Her face is clearly in that 😭😭

user779 chip and lando this, chip and lando that. but we should talk about the sibling-like banter between her and pato. they’re kind of iconic 💔😔

↳ user028 PLEASE. when Pato was “bullying” her and then she just… pushed him off his snowmobile??? 😭😭 and then Nolan and Chloe started to chant “fight, fight, fight” ???

hater59 she’s actually so annoying. she can’t stay away from any of them and it’s so cringe

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lando Truly an awesome experience! Huge thank you to @.monsterenergy for hosting this event, will forever remember it!

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annika.overtomorrow It was great meeting everyone!! We’ll have to do something again! Liked by author.

↳ lando gotta get the gang back together sometime soon!

↳ user2 THE GANG. ARE THEY ALL BESTIES NOW??!!

user14 SEVENTH SLIDE. SEVENTH SLIDE

chloekim You weren’t a horrible snowboarder, I’ll give you that.

↳ lando You honor me greatly

user85 call me crazy, but is that chip in the seventh slide???

↳ user23 I was thinking the same thing but she doesn’t wear those types of goggles 💔💔

chipnflip Will forever laugh at your hair in pics 1 and 4 🫵🏻🤣

↳ lando You’re just jealous 🥱🥱

↳ chipnflip whatever helps you sleep at night!!

user65 Still obsessed with the fact Nolan casually pulled 10 McLaren lego sets out of his suitcase

↳ user17 No bc I cackled when that happened

↳ nolansiegel what can I say? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I come prepared

hater9 Praying seventh slide isn’t… her. Was literally hard for me to watch the videos they posted bc of how obnoxious I found her. like wtf even is that nickname???

↳ user56 that’s not very girls-girl of you like your bio says. Liked by author

↳ user56 LANDO?????

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chipnflip Was definitely a fun time! Met so many new people and was able to catch up with some longtime friends :,) My runs weren’t too bad either 🥱🥱

user92 max f in the likes????

↳ user10 RIGHHHHTTT???

chloekim she’s an icon, she’s a legend, and she is the moment 😍

↳ chipnflip i’m gonna kiss u

↳ lando @chipnflip eh? 🤨

↳ user6 lando 💀

patriciooward It was great meeting you! Even if you did kick me off of a snowmobile!

↳ chipnflip booooo 👎 you’re making me sound aggressive

↳ patriciooward @chipnflip Good!

↳ user65 helpppo i love their friendship

oscarpiastri Pretty sure Lily has been attempting to subtly ask to meet you

↳ chipnflip Oh my gosh that’s so sweet 😭😭 text me!!

lando bet i could do the trick on the second slide

↳ chipnflip omg I bet you could 🤩🤩 bet I could win a grand prix in less than 110 races

↳ lando @chipnflip low blow :(

hater8 gosh, she’s so fucking rude.

↳ user14 girl, I think she was joking Liked by author

↳ hater8 but how are we supposed to know that??

↳ user14 as long as lando knew it was a joke why does it matter???

↳ lando I knew it was a joke. I was sitting right next to her.

user54 hold. lando and chip. hanging out. together. alone???? 👀

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+ stories from lando and chip during the trip

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okay, so I’m thinking of doing a part 2, maybe with some writing. just because I think the ending to this as of now is a little bland and I want chip and lando to do the classic soft launch photos (I have some cute ones).

Please let me know if you’d like another part!

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i’ve never put in a request before but i read literally all of your haikyuu stuff and i was wondering if you could do something like your asahi x feral!reader but for tsukishima? or even just more asahi or tsukishima stuff would also be cool

tsukki using toys on feral!reader

i love you. here's your present pookie <3

warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / rough sex / switchy, mostly dominant!tsukki / mutual masturbation / exhibitionism / voyeurism / use of vibrator / use of dildo / mutual crushing / dirty talk / tsukki loves to tease / flirty!tsukki / friend sex / mostly clothed sex / light choking / 3.3k words

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Even the way he slid his tie off made you want to drop to your knees and beg him to fuck.

Tsukishima was an alright buddy, but you knew he'd make a much better lover. Maybe it was your delusion, built-up by years of crushing on your closest friend, but there was something about being a mean guy's favorite got you going.

More specifically: soaked, swimming in your raunchy imagination, even investing in some toys to help with the fantasy of it all, most nights.

He had no clue. You were always careful not to look at him more than you had to, to never speak to him too often. It was only thanks to being in the same class that he came over to study, and you got the chance to callous your crush-masking and Calculus III at the same unfortunate time. So fun.

"You study at all yet?" He stretched with a yawn, sore and tired from practice.

"A little," You were usually curt with him when it was just you two.

Today, Yamaguchi opted to work on his serves after practice with his mentor, instead of studying with you two. You nearly cancelled this, but you needed to go over a few concepts with somebody before the quiz tomorrow morning.

Yamaguchi was the best person to bounce off of, so the three of you had better, friendlier chemistry than just you and Tsukishima. You didn't have to fake it as much.

You set your laptop up on your desk and stood, bent at the hips to open up your class materials and take some books out of your bag.

"I didn't have time today," A weight was on the side of your hip, making you stifle a flinch. It was only the side of his leg, from the way he leaned back onto your desk right next to you, "I had to practice at lunch, too."

Another yawn.

They had been busier, lately. Both of them couldn't meet as regularly because they had extra, informal practices.

"Big match coming up?" You clicked to the website and took the soonest opportunity to get away.

You sat down in your chair and kept your eyes on the monitor. You couldn't handle his proximity. You were already wet just from the ride over, having to sit thigh-to-thigh with him on the train. It would be impossible to focus if he kept this shit up.

"Kinda."

The conversation died there. Neither of you tried too hard to keep any discussion alive without Yamaguchi.

He started getting his materials together and paused, then took another few minutes to root around. He glanced around your desk and didn't find what he was looking for.

"You got a pen I could borrow?"

You half-hummed, in the middle of copying down an equation from the screen to your paper.

"Uhh- yeah, yeah. Bedside table. Should be next to the uhhh, the lamp."

Tsukishima watched you for a moment longer, suspicious, but stretched again and pushed himself up to find the pen. To his delight, that was not what he found, when he tried looking through the drawers instead of limiting his search to the surface.

A quick glance back to you- still focused on anything but him, to a level he had grown to understand as simply overcompensation, and he knew he was clear to let his curiosity roam.

"Interesting."

"Wha'?" You mumbled, lazy against your knuckles, a dry, slow blink at your monitor filled with equations.

Long, slim fingers danced over the pink, silicone dildo in the back of your drawer. His grin grew to serious proportions when he found its smaller, surely nosier friend. He could have guessed you were a little freak, but loved this confirmation.

In your attempt to give your retinas a break, you found a spare pen behind one of your notebooks.

"Oh-, hey, I found it," You sighed.

You turned in your swivel chair to face him and see what the delay was about. A flash of pink in his hand made your blood run cold.

"Tsukki!"

You almost tripped scrambling out of your chair, the sound of your call a short and wheezy one, so he had plenty of warning before you were upon him, plastered to his front just like he wanted.

"Put that down!"

His hand flew high into the air, at a height you could never hope to reach- it angered you so quickly, and you felt your face getting hot. That tall bastard utilized his abnormal wingspan at the worst of times.

Frantic fingers clawed his sweater down, but there was no chance you could pull his entire arm down far enough.

From here, you realized he was also holding your smaller vibrator in the same hand. That just wasn't possible without freakishly large proportions.

You screamed, "You're such a fucking weirdo! Put it back!!"

Tsukishima pouted at you, making you think you might have gotten through to him, but like most of his expressions, it was sarcastic.

"Ooooh... I'm the weirdo?"

That one, especially coupled with the eye roll, pissed you off. It wasn't your fault that he was incapable of sexual attraction. You were over-active, sure, and maybe you rivalled the sex drive of a man, but that was your personal business. Up until now, it was stored safe and secret.

"Fuck you!"

You shoved him. And he actually fell back. He wasn't very heavy.

When he hit your mattress, it was a race to recapture your toys that had gotten knocked out of his hand before you could get to them.

You scrapped to get on top of him, weigh him down, and dodged his elbow to reach his wrist-- it was too late. He gripped the thing and you could only then try to pry his hand open.

"Ah-ah-ah," His smirk was so mean, how he found you, in the midst of all your panic, as cute as a button, "What's the magic word?"

"You're never coming over again, you dick," You muttered, fuming, when his fingers just wouldn't be opened.

Tsukishima didn't do much to keep his hand away from you. You held his forearm against your chest because you the most leverage there.

His unrestricted laugh was pretty; scratchy and elevated, watching you try and try again to take your belongings back from him.

Fatigue was getting in the way of your efforts. When he pulled his hand back, over his head, you got knocked off balance and caught yourself, looking down at him.

It distracted you for a moment.

There was something in his eyes you hadn't noticed before, in all your attempts to retrieve your precious toys.

"A little small..." He furrowed his brow, a purse on his lips as he angled it in the light behind you, "Don't you think?"

The hand against your other side made you pause. His thumb, starting to rub you through your uniform, made you shudder.

Why was everything so slow, all of a sudden? You could hear your elevated heart rate, acutely aware of how heavy your breathing had gotten. Tsukishima seemed as though he had always been here, in this state, because he looked you over at a glacial pace.

"Oh- god," You shivered at the realization you were sitting on him, in your skirt.

What had been such a sure reality of never getting off to him again, all at once, became the very reason to do so.

When you looked like you were gearing up to move off of him, smaller, and meeker in spirit, he spoke up through your habitual doubts.

"Stay-," His hand was firm now, gently pushing your weight onto himself, "Stay here."

Hearing something genuine come out of Tsukishima's mouth was so rare that you thought he was joking. You kept trying to rise off of him.

"Hey," He chuckled, but his smile was fleeting.

He set your toys down and used both hands to weigh you down by your thighs. Your uncomfortable expression was mostly confusion.

"Why would I do that?"

You were torn between wanting to take your stuff back and get far away, and the animalistic urge to stay and entertain whatever this was.

His scoff, the roll of his eyes, made your thighs flex, like it always did. This time, he could feel it. But it was confirmation he didn't need, at this point.

"Don't act like you're not into me."

The heaviness of being caught made you sink. It didn't appeal to you to find out why he knew. He was intelligent, after all, and made it his job to notice small things.

Now that it was out in the open, you had no need to lie. A lot less to worry about, too.

Tsukishima smirked at your tiny, defeated sigh.

You glanced to the toys, free for you to take and hide again, but found no desire to do so. You took a good, thorough feel of that soft sweater under your hands. It turned into pushing up under his shirt, and adjusting closer down, open for a kiss, if he felt so inclined.

He sucked in a breath through his nose, restraining himself only once, at that little, dirty roll you did against his cock.

A slow, unsure kiss was soon a rushed and racy battle for power.

Any drop of validation you gave him, whether in sound or feel, was drowned in a charged kind of yearning for more; More of that noise, more of your mouth, more of your body under his starving grasp.

His fingers spread over the plush of your ass, quickly between you and your underwear, spreading you from the back with so much vigor that you whined at all the intensity.

"Mm- yeahh, I know you like that shit," He nestled his kisses against the side of your face, rough and smiley.

You gasped, sharp, at his words and his nails digging lines into your skin.

"Oh my god," You moaned, eyes shutting at how his attention seemed to wrack through you like some sick wave.

In your sudden inability to kiss him back, he ripped open your uniform blouse and sucked hasty bites into your chest.

Finally. He made you feel like you could take anything.

When he sat up, you came with him, and rejoiced in the way he shoved you onto your back, all out of breath and turned on, hovering over you like you were his. That proud expression on your face deserved a few more kisses, he decided.

They were still so rough and challenging to keep up with- especially when you felt him sliding your panties off.

"M-mn," You chased after his lips for a second, not wanting him to pull away so quick.

"I want you to use this," He muttered, and handed you your vibrator- he was keeping it in his pocket, so it didn't get lost in the sheets (as it often liked to).

The sound of that was enough to make you giggle, instantly compliant. But it made you curious.

"Well- what will you do?"

Tentative, you held it without moving- but his hands guided it right where it needed to be. He smirked at your gasps, your thighs flexing hard against him.

"I'll watch," His voice was proceeded by the clang of his belt, zipping out of his belt loops and clattering onto the floor.

Your drunken eyes widened at the monster he pulled out. Yeah, it did make your dildo look small. But it looked natural in his big hand, starting to stroke himself at the view of you, under him.

There was no chance to be coy- he was doing the same thing, even the one to suggest it all. You gave a dreamy sigh, content at the chance to be his cam girl.

His head tilted, eyes lowered to watch your pussy, getting juicier by the minute- so he was a sick son of a bitch, too.

Ever the one to tease, he muttered, "How often d'you think about me?"

That made you warm. You didn't want to say it right away, because even you knew it was getting to be an addiction. It was hard not working one out every night when he was making you horny any time you spoke in class.

"Every day..." You mumbled, eyes still locked on the way he stroked himself, curious to try it for yourself.

He was busy imagining how often you had probably both been masturbating at the same time, with no idea. His hands pushed your thighs up- a nasty, preoccupied gaze on just the way it puffed up your pussy. God, he needed to feel you from the inside.

"Me, too," He admitted. Though it was a dirty thing to say, he said it so flat, in his own little way, as he searched for that dildo. He left out the fact that he jerked off multiple times a day.

"You wanna get that wet for me?"

You hummed, sweet and cute, at the opportunity in front of your face.

Getting it nice and slick in your mouth was just a way to torture him a little more, let him in on what he had been missing- you sucked the thing off a little longer than necessary.

His jaw flexed at the sight, his eyes narrow, intense, just how you liked them.

You grinned as he took it back and cleaned the string of spit from your lip. He sucked it off of his finger like cotton candy.

Tsukishima took the liberty of filling you up with it- watching every little twitch and savoring every whine with so much concentration.

The look of it had him pumping himself a little faster, a little dumb at the sight of you stuffed, already, and dripping onto your sheets. You had been getting off to him every night, then treating him like the dirt under your shoe, for three years?

"I would've been fuckin' you so good- mmnh- freshman year, if you had just been honest with me."

His words made you lose your breath, gasping at the thought of how much you could've helped yourself out, if only things had been different. But, that fixation on his face, all the anticipation leading up to now; you wouldn't have traded it for the world.

You bit your lip at how slow and patient he was, stretching you out all for himself.

"D'you want me to cum?" You asked, tone purposefully candied for him.

There was no hesitation. He looked a little staggered. It was adorable, how badly he wanted to see it happen.

"Fuck, yes."

It took you more effort to hold out, talk, and edge, than it did to give him a show.

You just fell into what you usually did when you got home from classes- this time, with little sounds falling from your lips, and your thighs up the way he liked so much.

The way his eyes clouded over, how he started to relax in the shoulders, and grew breathier at your performance stroked your ego on a deeper level.

"Ah-h!"

His breath stalled at the sudden tension, the gasp on your lips. He was watching you, completely captivated, at your rigid brow and crescendoing sounds.

"Mnn-H-Aahh!" You wished he would touch you, so bad, but it didn't happen. He was too busy studying you.

"Damn," He sighed.

He was taken by the way you came completely undone for him- it made his face soften, made him want to kiss you through it, but he loved watching from right here. It was unbelievably hot.

Though he pulled out that pink obstruction to his real plan, he didn't let you move your vibrator away. He grinned at your reaction, as you were still coming down.

You squirmed at the discomfort, a little panic in your eyes, all to find him enjoying it more.

"A-ahh-! Tsukki--,"

"Ohh- sorry, you thought you were getting a break?" His voice was so sweet, so amused.

He lined himself up with you, sure to lube up in all that extra slickness. It was so deranged and bold that it made you relax, watching in quiet, but whiny captivation, despite needing more time.

"Fuuck," He sighed, a huffy laugh on his lips at how perfect you took him, "God- mmnh-!"

It shouldn't have surprised you, but he wasn't slow, and he wasn't gentle. You supposed you weren't, either. You were both one in the same, too excited and caught up in the rare chance to let loose with a likeminded pervert.

The intensity in his twitchy brow gave way to a narrowed focus on your face.

"Feels so good, (Y/n)."

"Mmnh- call me anything but my- na-me," You sighed, a clip at the end of your phrase as he started using you like his own toy, fast.

He stretched you so good- nothing like your pitiful replacement for him. You couldn't believe he was packing so much, for such a skinny guy.

Though you half-expected him to keep using your name as a means to tease you; he smirked, instead.

"You can- ahh, be my dirty little slut, then-,"

You did say 'anything.' And, to your pleasant surprise, you didn't hate that as much as you thought you would. You still laughed at him, though, because he deserved it. He grinned, unable to take it too seriously, too.

Your recovery period was laughably short. The newness of his cock, the hungry look in his mean face over you, his attitude completely transformed by your body, had you short of breath all over again, wanting more, taking him better with less discomfort.

You welcomed his intensity. This time, all of it, finally wasn't fabricated in your head.

It began to spiral, tightening like a spring in your tummy, into the fundamental need to be railed to another orgasm.

"Harder- please," Your begging couldn't go unrewarded.

It was like he was waiting for confirmation to fuck you as hard as he wanted-- his hand naturally squeezed around your throat, a struggle playing out in his eyes, now, at the way you gripped his arm to keep it there.

He got raspy, breathy, sweat rolling down the side of his face.

Your volume was intense- elation and indulgence all at your liberty, since you were the only people home. Your family trusted Tsukishima, and you were only just now learning that they probably shouldn't.

"F-uck!"

The pretty shock taking your face, coupled with the spasm of your cunt as you actually came twice was all too much for a guy as nasty as him.

That shit was too raw- your gasps, wavering cries, too good for his filthy mind. He was gonna throw all of his porn away as soon as he got home. Next time he needed to cum, he'd take the train here.

He pulled out and absolutely ruined that cute uniform. You were twitchy, panting at all the overstimulation, drenched in sweat, and unable to care right now. He pried his own fingers, slowly, from your neck and lowered to kiss you. It was slower, now, as you both caught your breath.

Coming down with somebody wasn't nearly as sobering as coming down by yourself.

His forehead was slippery against yours, "I'll pay for- ah, your uniform, if I need to."

It was a sweet gesture. You pressed a kiss against his cheek with a laugh, "Just throw it all in the washer."

"Hm," He smirked, an idea taking form behind his eyes as you were carefully stripped of your clothes.

"Let's go again. One more time."

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Workaholic

Billy doesn’t notice, but he’s a workaholic. Like a really bad one.

Supes and Marvel: *talking*

Hero 1: “Hey, Cap!”

Marvel: *pauses his convo* “Yes?”

Hero 1: “Could you cover me for monitor duty? I have it later today at three.”

Marvel: “Oh, sure! No problem!” *smiles*

Hero 1: *extremely grateful* “Thanks a lot, man.”

A couple minutes later…

Hero 2: “Hey, Marvel, could you cover me for monitor duty for tomorrow morning?”

Marvel: “Sure!”

Supes: “Back to back monitor duty? Are you sure you want that?” *sounds concerned*

Marvel: “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

Supes: “I… never mind.”

A couple more minutes later…

Hero 3: “Cap, could you cover me for monitor duty-”

Supes: *sounds firm because he thinks his friend is being taken advantage of* “No, he will not.”

Marvel: *sounds confused* “But I want to?”

Supes: “Marvel, you can’t just accept monitor duty for nearly two days straight. What about Fawcett?”

Marvel: “What about it? I can protect it just fine with or without monitor duty.”

Hero 3: “If it’s really that much trouble, you can just say no, Cap-” *feels bad*

Marvel: “But I want to say yes!”

or

Marvel: *zoned out and listening to the Gods arguing his head*

Batman: “Captain.” *walks over, holding a tablet*

Marvel: “Yes?”

Batman: “You’re going to sign up for the latest long-term missions, right? Like usual?” *hands him the tablet*

Marvel: “Of course!” *looks at three missions available for sign up* “Do any of them overlap?”

Batman: “No, but-”

Marvel: “Great!” *signs up for all three*

Batman: “Did even read the content of the missions?”

Marvel: “No? Should I have?”

Batman: “Yes?? Are you sure you wanna sign up for all three, Captain? You’d be gone for nearly 3 months.”

Marvel: “Eh it’s fine. Tawny will cover for me, and I don’t think any of my villains will attack Fawcett if I’m not there.”

Batman: *stares for a second before sighing* “Alright then.”

Bruce took this as confirmation that Marvel doesn’t have a personal life. Being gone for three months without a single person noticing would be impossible if he had one.

or

Worker 1: “Ugh… I can’t believe this.”

Marvel: *appeared from nowhere* “What’s wrong? Do you need help?”

Worker 1: “AGH- Wha? Captain Marvel??” *in disbelief that the Captain Marvel is talking to him* “Uhhh no. I don’t need help at all.”

Worker 2: “He does. Help him, Cap.”

Marvel: “Okay!” *quickly helps and trots off to go help someone else*

Worker 1: *makes sure that Billy is far enough* “Dude, why’d you just make Captain Marvel help me?”

Worker 2: “I didn’t make him do anything. I think he just likes to be useful. Not that I’m complaining. He always looks so happy when he gets to help too.” *pauses to think for a bit* “Point is, just let him help if you need it.”

So yes, Billy will take any work, and seek out any work. He’s just that type of little guy. Anyways, Billy eventually found out that his workaholic tendencies were a little extreme when Freddy started also being a hero.

Junior: “I can’t believe I’m in the Watchtower!”

Marvel: “Yeah, it’s amazing right?”

Batman: “Marvel. The new sign up sheets are out- who is this?”

Marvel: “Ah, Mr. Batman Sir, this is Junior. Junior, this is Mr. Batman Sir.”

Junior: “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir!” *hero worship is practically oozing out*

Batman: “Likewise…” *is internally confused* “Anyways, Marvel, the new sign up sheets for long-term missions are out. I assume you’ll be joining like always?” *offers the Sign uptablet*

Marvel: “How’d you guess?” *smiles and takes the tablet from him*

Junior: “Long-term missions?”

Marvel: *pauses just when he’s about to sign up for a mission, and looks over to Junior* “Oh right. Junior, I don’t know if you wanna come or not.”

Junior: “Uh…” *looks between Batman and Marvel* “Sure, I’ll go.”

Marvel: *smiles at Junior* “Good.” *looks over to Batman* “How long are they?”

Batman: *swears that just for a teensy weensy second, Marvel’s smile was fatherly* “Each of them should take approximately two weeks to complete.”

Marvel: “Really? That’s shorter than normal.” *looks over to Freddy nervously* “Are you okay with being gone for six weeks?”

Junior: “Si- six weeks?! Batman said we’d only be gone for two??”

Marvel: “Yeah, but that’s the length for one mission. There’s three listed here.”

Junior: “Wait, you’re signing us up for all three?!”

Marvel: “Yeah?” *sounds unsure* “How about I only sign you up for one instead? We’ll do that one together and I’ll do the other two alone.”

Junior: “Wha…? Why are you signing up for three in the first place?”

Marvel: “Because why not?”

Junior: “Dude, that’s not normal.”

Marvel: “Of course it is! Mr. Batman sir hasn’t ever said anything.”

Junior: “That doesn’t mean it’s normal.”

Batman: “He is right. Signing up for three missions in a row, leaving earth for occasionally months at a time isn’t normal for anyone besides Green Lanterns. Captain, when was the last time you haven’t signed up for the latest mission and instead relaxed?”

Marvel: “I don’t know… but I do relax! Every single minute of me not being a hero is me relaxing!”

Junior: “Is it though…?”

Billy still ended up signing himself up for the three missions. Freddy decided to join him on the other two as well, so he wouldn’t be leaving his new buddy alone.

(Also, I’m sorry, but I had to just sneak in that little itty-bitty piece of Dad Marvel)

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> motive — pt.10 ,, index ! nsfw

. . brother's bestfriend!jungkook au . .

warnings: uh.. some confrontation, some arguing, some confessions anddd smut :)

wc: 4.8k

you’re surprised at yourself.

for how patient you’ve been with jungkook. though, patience might not be the right word. you’re furious, but let’s just call it patience for now.

“what is your motive?”

you had asked him that last night.

he still hasn’t answered.

it’s pissing you off.

because he’s not pushing you away, but he’s also pushing you away. it’s back and forth, over and over again, and you hate how confusing he is. you’re pretty sure you’ve made it clear that you want him. how many more hints does he need? like, seriously, you were naked on a call with him.

you both were.

and it was so fucking hot.

but that’s beside the point.

you’re mad. mad at his lack of communication, at how he keeps doing this.

you don’t even know what’s stopping him.

you can take a few guesses but it only makes things worse.

is it because you’re his best friend’s sister? is it because of jimin? because if it is, that’s so fucking ridiculous.

you’re not scared of your brother, and you’re pretty sure jungkook isn’t either. at least, he shouldn’t be. but if that’s what’s holding him back, you need to hear it from him.

or is it something else?

is it because he doesn’t like you enough? are you not his type? are you not hot enough?

fuck.

no. that’s not it.

if he wasn’t attracted to you, he wouldn’t be fighting this hard to resist.

you exhale sharply, staring at your phone like it holds all the answers. but it doesn't. because jungkook isn't answering, and you're stuck in your head, overthinking everything.

it shouldn't be this complicated. if he wanted you, he’d have you. if he didn’t, he’d say so. but instead, he’s stuck in between, like he’s waiting for something. or worse, like he’s hoping you’ll let this go.

and well, that's too bad for him, because you’re not the type to sit around and pretend like nothing happened.

you know what you feel towards him.

you know what he feels about you too. you’re not stupid, you can tell.

but something is stopping him, and instead of talking to you like a normal person, he’s playing this push and pull game, and you’re so fucking tired of it.

your phone vibrates, making your heart skip a beat.

is it him this time?

you check the screen. and it’s yumi.

you let out a little sigh and swipe to answer.

“hey boo, how are you holding up?”

“hey mi, i don’t know actually, i’m tired,”

“aw, well it is pretty late,”

“yeah, i’ll probably sleep soon. did you need to say something?” you ask.

“oh yeah, so, jimin’s staying at my place tonight, sooo…”

your ears perk up at that.

“at your place? what’s going on?” you ask amused, almost teasingly.

“uhhh, well…” yumi trails off, and you can immediately tell she’s hiding something.

“yumi?” you ask, already sensing she’s about to spill something.

“okok, fine! ugh, it was jungkook,” she finally admits, almost as if she’s surrendering.

you blink, totally not expecting that. “excuse me? jungkook?”

“yeah, so he and your bro were out, right?” she starts, and you nod, not that she can see you anyway.

“yeah..?” you prompt her to continue.

“and you know how easily your bro gets drunk, right?” she adds, nudging you for understanding.

“okay?” you say, still confused.

“well, jungkook dropped him off at my place, told me to take care of him because he wanted to talk to you... alone.” she pauses, and you can almost hear the excitement in her voice. “and he asked me to lie to jimin, that he was begging to be dropped off at mine, which i find super hilarious, i can totally tease your bro about it tomorrow morning!! but yeah, that’s all.”

“that’s all?” you repeat, your mind racing.

yumi chuckles nervously, clearly sensing your hesitation.

“mi, i don’t know, this might not be a good idea... i’m already mad at him.”

“oh please, aren’t you mad at him all the time?” she says as if that's totally normal.

well, to be fair, it kinda is.

“this feels different, yumi. it’s not the same.”

she sighs, clearly not taking you seriously. “whatever you say, girl. but just let him talk to you? one last chance? get your closure!!” she encourages you.

you bite your lip, staring at the screen. you know she’s right. you have to at least hear him out. because if you don't, you might lose your mind.

“fine, one last chance,” you mutter. “but if he pulls some shit again, i’m done.”

“yeah, yeah,” yumi chuckles. “hopefully he won't,”

you stare at your phone for a moment before taking a deep breath. maybe this is what you need. closure, or whatever this is between you and jungkook.

“he better not.”

it's silly, honestly. you were the one who wanted this; who wanted him to face you, to stop sneaking around, to talk to you properly.

but now that it’s actually happening, you’re fucking anxious. this is kind of scary. terrifying even.

you don’t know what he’s going to say, what he might do. how he’s going to react when you just blurt everything out and tell him you fucking love him.

fuck. that feels like too much. but you do love him, you love that stupid arrogant man.

and it scares you.

what if he doesn’t accept it? what if he just resists again, brushes it off, ignores you?

what if he’s coming here to end things?

...end things.

like there's even something to end. for fuck’s sake you’re not even dating him. there’s everything going on except what actually needs to be going on.

.

.

it doesn’t take long for jungkook to arrive. you hear the door unlock, but you don’t move to open it— he has the keys, after all. you don’t mind. jimin trusts him, and so do you.

but you’re in your room, still nervous.

where’s your confidence when you actually need it?

“___? you home?” his voice carries from the living room. there’s the sound of him kicking off his shoes, the rustling of fabric as he moves. you take a deep breath, then another, before finally stepping out.

you’re not dressed up or anything, just an oversized shirt and shorts. casual, comfortable. but jungkook? for someone who’s been out all night, he looks annoyingly good. a black button up tucked into fitted black jeans, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tattoos on full display.

well fuck.

you move toward him, keeping your expression blank. you’re mad, obviously. even if he looks like the finest man alive right now, you can’t let him off that easily. he can’t just show up and expect you to fold.

his eyes follow you, watching your every move.

“___,” he starts.

“what?” you deadpan, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed.

he takes a deep breath. “i'm here to talk.”

“oh, wow, i couldn’t tell,” you say, voice dripping with sarcasm.

he steps closer, his gaze firm. “i’m serious.”

“i hope so.” you keep your stance, unmoving.

he exhales sharply. “i’m sorry.”

you sigh. his eyes lock onto yours, and for a second, you feel yourself wavering.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t say anything last night,” he continues. “it’s just that... you’re his sister.”

your stomach twists. so you were right.

“are you kidding me?” you snap.

“no, i know this sounds stupid but,” he says, shaking his head. “___, there are things you don’t know. i can’t just... i can’t always give in.”

your frown deepens. “that sounds so ridiculous. you’re still not giving me any real explanations!”

you’re done. done with his confusing words, his back-and-forth, his hesitation.

“if you’re not going to tell me anything, then i suggest you leav—”

“i promised him, okay?” he cuts you off, his voice rough. “i promised jimin i’d never...” he exhales, running a hand through his hair.

“you’d never what?” you push, stepping closer. “never care about me?”

his jaw clenches. “i’d never cross that line. he trusted me to protect you,” he says, “not—”

he stops. hesitating.

oh god. just fucking say it.

“not what?” you demand. “not love me?”

“don’t.” his voice is tight, like a warning.

you let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “what? you don't want me to say it out loud? because it’s true, isn’t it? you love me, but you’re too scared of jimin to do anything about it.”

his expression darkens. “i told you it’s not that simple.”

“it is to me.” you hold his gaze. “you either care about me enough to fight for this, or you don’t.” your voice is clear and firm. “i asked you what your motive is, not this— whatever you’re trying to tell me right now.”

“___—”

“no, jungkook.” you shake your head, cutting him off. “no more confusing excuses. i’m done begging you to choose me. if you can’t, then just leave me alone.”

.

.

.

silence.

you sigh. something inside you aches, heavy and unshakable, a knot tightening in your throat.

you shake your head again, trying to process it. silence. again. is this it? is he really just going to stand there and say nothing? does he not care? what the hell is even going on?

“i was thinking about you,” he says suddenly, making you look up, startled. “about us.”

your breath catches.

“what about us?” you ask, voice softer now.

he steps closer, his hands finding yours. his palms are warm, his thumbs tracing slow circles against your skin.

“i don’t regret anything, okay?” his voice is gentle.

“but?” you murmur, watching him carefully. he won’t meet your eyes, staring down at your hands instead, like he’s ashamed.

“but i don’t want shit to get messy,” he admits, a slight crease forming between his brows.

you exhale. “it already is, jungkook.”

he shuts his eyes for a second, like he’s trying to steady himself. “doesn’t mean we have to make it worse, ___.”

his voice is firm when he says your name, like he’s pleading with you to understand.

“so what?” your brows knit together. “you wanna stop?”

“did i say that?” he finally looks at you, and for the first time, his gaze isn’t guarded or distant. it’s honest. it's ... warm.

your heart stutters. “then what are you saying?”

he sighs, closing the space between you completely, so close now that his forehead rests against yours. his eyes flutter shut as he murmurs,

“that i want you, but i don’t know how to fucking have you.”

your chest tightens, but this time, it’s not painful. it’s something else entirely. something heavier, something warmer. it feels like something waiting to be bridged.

because despite all the push and pull, despite all the ways he’s resisted, despite the way you’ve felt like you were constantly chasing after him, he’s right here. he’s holding your hands, he’s touching you like he doesn’t want to let go.

your lips twitch into a small smile as you close your eyes too. and you whisper,

“figure it out.”

you both open your eyes at the same time, smiling at each other. nothing's fixed, nothing’s resolved, but right now, none of that matters. all that matters is that— he wants you too.

the space between you disappears when he finally presses his lips against yours, it's soft and tender, like he’s savoring the moment. and you don’t hesitate, kissing him back instantly, your hands sliding up to wrap around his neck as his arms move from your hands to your waist, pulling you against him. your bodies mold together, chests pressing, warmth spreading between the both of you.

your leg lifts instinctively, hooking around his thigh, and he grabs it without a second thought, lifting you effortlessly. a quiet moan slipping from his lips into the kiss, and you feel the way he shudders, like he’s been holding this in for far too long.

you both have.

he moves toward your bedroom as fast as possible, desperate now. he needs this. he needs you.

your hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt, pulling them apart in a hurry, your lips never leaving his. the kiss is deep, hot, both of you moving in sync, mouths and tongues matching the same urgency that’s pulsing between you.

his grip shifts from your thighs to your ass, squeezing firmly as a low groan escapes his lips into the kiss. you hum in response, the sound soft and breathy despite how rushed and messy everything feels.

he pulls back just slightly, smirking. “so needy, huh?” his voice is teasing as he sets you down on the bed.

you smirk right back, pushing his shirt off his shoulders. “could say the same about you.”

he scoffs a quiet laugh, rolling his eyes before leaning down, his shirt sliding off completely. “shut up, brat.” and then he shuts you up the best way he knows how— by kissing you again.

your lips part slightly, smiling against his mouth as your foreheads rest against each other.

then you pull back slightly, just to whisper,

“i love you,”

his eyes widen slightly at the words, but you don’t give him a chance to overthink it. you press a soft kiss to his lips, then another, your voice quieter this time. “i love you, jungkook.”

is it too soon? maybe.

but you don’t care.

you’ve waited long enough for this moment, for him.

you’ve loved him through everything— his stubbornness, his attitude, the way he struggles to say the right things but always finds a way to make it up to you. every little thing about him, even the stupid things, has only made you believe in him more, trust him more. love him more. because no matter what, he always tries, and in the end, he always gets it right.

he just.. gets you.

his breath is shaky as he exhales. “oh, princess…” his voice is warm, filled with something deep and heavy.

you look up at him, searching his eyes, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. it feels warm, steady, like love despite the heat of the moment.

“i love you too,”

you melt.

completely.

so much that everything else fades away. nothing else matters— not the past, not the circumstances, just him.

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead again, his lips lingering for a second. “for…” he trails off, pecking the corner of your lips. “...all the stressful shit.” he chuckles softly.

you smile a little, tilting your head. “yeah, you should be.” your teasing is light, affectionate, and he laughs against your lips before kissing you fully again.

the kiss deepens, both of you shifting, sitting up now, wrapped in each other.

he hums softly into the kiss every few seconds, and you do too, until you pull back, trailing your lips down his jaw. your kisses start light, peppering his skin softly before moving to his neck, sucking gently at first, then harder, just enough to leave a mark.

his breath catches, a quiet moan slipping out, his fingers digging into your waist.

your hands move to his belt, fingers curling around it as you whisper, “can i?”

his lips curl into a smirk, dark eyes watching you closely. “you don’t have to ask me.”

you shift together, him now sitting at the edge of the bed, his clothes coming off completely. his cock stands tall, veins prominent, the tip flushed red— just from kissing you? yes.

“want to see you too, pretty,” he murmurs, gaze trailing over you hungrily.

you tilt your head, deciding to tease. “what’s the magic word?”

he groans, rolling his eyes, but the smile on his lips betrays him. “really?”

instead of answering, you get on your knees between his legs, hands resting on his thighs. you lean in, letting your tongue flick over the tip of his cock, just once, just enough to make him shudder, before pulling back with a smug smile. “really.”

“fuck...” he exhales sharply, his head tilting back slightly before his eyes meet yours again, darker now. “please, princess?”

you bite your lip, satisfied with his reaction, before slowly peeling off your shirt, revealing your bare breasts.

he curses under his breath, his hands twitching to touch you, but he doesn't. and he notices that you make no move to take off your shorts.

“that’s all you get for now,” you say simply.

his jaw clenches. “fucking tease.”

but before he can complain further, your hand wraps around his cock, a slow stroke that makes him gasp.

“fuck…” he groans, one hand on your shoulder, his fingers digging into your skin, his eyes flicker between your hand and your face, breathing heavier now.

“put it in your mouth, princess,” his voice is low, rough. “show me what you can do.”

you hum softly, running your tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing the veins with slow licks. he twitches in your grip, his breath coming out shaky, but his hands stay firm on your shoulder, his thumb pressing into your skin like he’s trying to ground himself.

you flick your tongue over the tip again, teasing, letting his precum coat your lips before you pull back just enough to watch his reaction. his brows furrow, his lips parting slightly, and his jaw clenches.

“princess,” he warns.

you smirk, squeezing him at the base. “what?” you ask, feigning innocence. “you said to show you what i can do.”

he exhales a laugh, but it turns into a groan when you finally part your lips and take him into your mouth, slow and warm, wrapping around the head before inching lower. his hand moves instantly, fingers threading through your hair, gripping— not forcing, just holding, like he needs to feel you somehow.

“fuck, just like that,” he mutters, his voice breathy, his eyes never leaving you.

you hollow your cheeks, sucking him in deeper, your tongue pressing against the underside as you bob your head, setting a slow pace. his thighs tense under your hands, his body reacting to every little movement, every flick of your tongue.

“f-fuck, so good— your mouth—” he cuts himself off with a hiss, head tipping back just slightly before his eyes snap back down to you. “look so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around me.”

you hum around him, sending vibrations through his cock, and he groans lowly, his grip tightening in your hair. he doesn’t push, but he’s holding on like he’s trying not to lose himself completely.

your hands roam, one staying wrapped around the base of his cock while the other slides up his thigh, nails dragging lightly against his skin. you can feel how tense he is, how he’s trying to hold himself back, but his hips still twitch slightly, like he wants to thrust into your mouth, chase that feeling.

so you let him.

you relax your jaw and sink lower, taking him deeper, your throat tightening just enough to make him curse under his breath.

“oh, princess,” he rasps, his head falling forward now, watching you with dark, hooded eyes. “taking me so fucking well,”

your hands tighten around him, and you move faster now, your lips stretched around him, sucking, swallowing around him as his cock twitches in your mouth.

his thighs tense, his abs flex, his breathing comes quicker, harsher. his grip in your hair is tighter, and you can hear the restraint in his voice when he groans, “slow down, baby.”

but you don’t.

you glance up at him through your lashes, your pace staying steady, your tongue working against him, and his jaw locks, his nostrils flaring. he looks wrecked, completely lost in the feeling, in you.

“fuck, if you keep—” he groans, stopping himself with a sharp inhale, his hand tugging at your hair just slightly, like he needs to break the moment before he gives in completely.

you slow down, pulling off him with a small pop, blinking up at him with wide, questioning eyes. “hm?”

his chest heaves as he catches his breath, his cock still thick and heavy in your grip, coated in your spit. his fingers caress your jaw, his touch soft despite the heat in his gaze.

“get on the bed,” he mutters, voice low, fingers tracing along your jaw before sliding down your arm. “need to be inside you.”

a slow smile spreads across your lips, teasing, your thumb still brushing along the tip of his cock, feeling the warmth of him, the slight twitch beneath your touch.

“already?” you murmur, tilting your head slightly.

his grip on your chin tightens just a little, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip before slipping past, resting against your tongue. your lips part for him easily, your breath warm against his skin.

“yes,” he murmurs, “need you so fucking bad.”

his eyes stay locked on yours as you wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking lightly, making his jaw clench.

you are so fucking hot. he thinks.

the tension in the air is thick, almost unbearable, and when he finally lets go, his hands are on you instantly, guiding you back onto the bed, following close behind.

he takes his time with you, like he’s savoring every second as he peels your shorts off gently. his touch is slow, his fingertips grazing along your thighs, his hands squeezing, kneading the soft flesh as he settles between your legs.

his tattooed arm trails down, his hand sliding over your thigh, fingers ghosting over the ink there. his eyes flicker.

“so fucking pretty.”

his thumb brushes the inside of your thigh before moving between your legs, fingers pressing against your folds, already wet and warm for him.

“shit,” he breathes out, his fingers slipping through your slickness, teasing you, rubbing slow, lazy circles that make you shiver beneath him. “you’re dripping,”

“for you,” you whisper, voice barely above a breath.

his lips part, his eyes darkening even more, and then his fingers press in just a little, not quite entering you, just feeling, exploring.

but then, he hesitates.

his brows furrow slightly as he pulls his fingers back and you can almost see the realization flicker across his face. “i— i don't have any condoms with me,” he mutters, glancing around as if he could magically make one appear.

you reach up, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his attention back to you.

“don’t need one,” you murmur, looking into his eyes, your gaze steady.

his brows lift slightly. “what?”

your lips curl into a small, knowing smile. “i’m on the pill.”

his breathing hitches, his eyes searching yours, like he needs to be sure.

“oh, yeah?” he asks, shifting closer, positioning himself between your thighs, his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing as your legs wrap around his waist. his face is inches from yours, his lips so close, his breath warm against your skin.

you nod, biting your lip, enjoying the way his eyes darken at the sight. “yeah,” you whisper, voice soft, teasing. “i’ve been on it for a few months now… because—” you lean in, brushing your lips against his, barely touching, just enough to make him shudder, “i really wanted you to fuck me raw.”

and that does it for him.

he groans, a deep, low sound from his chest, and then his lips crash against yours, claiming you in a way that feels desperate, possessive. his hands grip your hips, his body pressing against yours, heat radiating between you as he lines himself up, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds.

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours. “you sure?”

you nod, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. “positive.”

he exhales sharply, his hands tightening on you, and then, slowly, he pushes in.

his breath stutters as he pushes in, stretching you inch by inch. your walls flutter around him, warm and wet, and the way he sinks into you has your body arching.

“fuck—” jungkook groans, his hands gripping your hips as he bottoms out, his cock buried deep inside you. he stays still for a second, breathing heavy, eyes squeezed shut like he’s trying to keep himself together.

you whimper, hands clutching his biceps, your nails digging into his skin. “s-so fucking big,” you gasp, rolling your hips slightly, needing more.

his eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, his expression wrecked with need. “fuck, baby,” he breathes, pressing a kiss to your jaw, trailing down to your neck. “so fucking tight. squeezing me so good.”

he pulls back slowly before thrusting back in, his pace steady but deep, making you feel every inch of him.

he smirks against your skin, nipping at your collarbone.

“you like that, princess?”

you let out a shaky breath. “so good, so fucking good.”

his pace quickens, his thrusts getting rougher, deeper. the sound of skin slapping fills the room, mixed with your breathy moans and his deep groans. he grabs your thigh, lifting your leg higher to get even deeper, making you cry out.

“shit— jungkook—”

“yeah? that’s it,” he grunts, his voice low and strained. “taking me so fucking well, princess. pussy feels so good around me.”

your hands clutch his back, dragging your nails down his skin as the pleasure builds, burning through you like fire. every thrust sends a shockwave through your body, the coil in your stomach tightening with each movement.

he notices, smirking breathlessly as he watches your face contort in pleasure. “gonna cum, aren’t you?” he rasps, his hand sliding between your bodies, fingers finding your clit. he rubs slow, precise circles, just enough to push you closer to the edge. “yeah?”

you nod frantically, moaning, eyes squeezing shut. “yes— fuck, jungkook—”

he leans down, kissing you hard, his tongue licking into your mouth, swallowing your moans. “me too, princess,” he groans, his pace relentless. “wanna feel you cum all over my cock.”

your body tightens, the pleasure crashing over you all at once. you cry out his name, your legs trembling as you cum around him, your walls clenching tightly around his cock.

“fuck, that’s it, princess— oh god—” he groans, his thrusts getting erratic, desperate. “gonna cum— fuck, gonna fill you up.”

you nod, whimpering, pulling him closer. “yes— yes!! fuck yes— want all of it.”

he lets out a deep, broken moan as he spills inside you, his hips jerking, burying himself as deep as he can. his breath is ragged, his body shaking slightly as he comes down.

he stays inside you for a moment, still catching his breath, his arms wrapping around you, holding you close.

“fuck,” he murmurs against your skin, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your shoulder. his breath is warm, heavy, still uneven as he tries to steady himself.

you’re both gasping for air, bodies tangled together, the weight of what just happened settling between you. your chest rises and falls against his, the room filled with nothing but the quiet hum of your breathing.

you close your eyes, a slow smile tugging at your lips. “so that’s how it feels,” you say, not even realizing you spoke out loud.

he huffs a quiet laugh, still catching his breath. “so that’s how it feels,” he repeats, his voice softer, almost like he’s committing the words to memory. he shifts slightly, leaning down, capturing your lips in a kiss that feels different from before— slower, deeper, more passionate.

your fingers trail up his back, feeling the warmth of his skin, the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. he doesn’t pull away just yet, like he wants to savor this moment, like he doesn’t want reality to slip back in too soon.

and for now, you let yourself sink into it. into him.

you love this.

you love him.

and he loves this.

he loves you.

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but are you both really ready to face everything after this?

note: trying out different ways to write, this chapter was an experiment huhaha ,, i am scared of long chapters so i tried to keep it as short as possible </3 ,,, there's more drama i fear 😨 idk what's going on w these two ngl 😭😭

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Controversially Young Girlfriend (part five)

Hugh Jackman x popstar!reader 

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summary: y/n is a globally beloved pop star. She is known for her talent and dedication towards her craft. Recently, she has also been known for her preference for older men. After a breakup with her former older boyfriend, she had a run in with the hottest dilf right now, Hugh Jackman. Y/n tried to warn him, but what can she say, she has an effect on hot, older men. 

warnings: age gap (23/55), cursing, y/n used, implied shorter reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns, sexual themes.

warnings will change as the story progresses! all descriptions of real people in this story are FAKE. I do not know these people and this is purely fiction. Please let me know if I missed anything!! <3

authors note: the wait is over. yay! This isn’t how I expected this part to end but I let my mind take charge…plans change. I hope the end is okay, i’ve never written anything like that before so i’m a little nervy for y’alls reactions lol. let me know what you guys think! Enjoy <3

part five: new york changes you

The whole ‘friends for now’ deal you set with Hugh has been an enthralling experience so far. A month has passed since that night in your living room, a month of struggling to resist the charisma of Hugh Jackman. Right now, your two lives couldn’t be more different: your album had dropped three weeks ago, one week after the deal was made. It has been an absolute success with four of your songs sitting in the top ten since the drop. You were doing interview after interview and rehearsals for your tour started up this past week. Meanwhile, Hugh was living the simple life. He has been done with his Deadpool and Wolverine promo for some time now and he’s been enjoying his free time. That was something you didn’t have much of as of recent- free time. You were trying to balance the few moments of freedom between all of the people you cared for, which mostly consisted of Ashley and Hugh. It’s gotten to a point where you were inviting your friends to the tour rehearsals just to be able to see them. When the idea first popped up, you had been afraid that they would be too distracting but the outcome was the opposite. Having a mini audience that weren’t part of the tour team, allowed everyone to make changes to things with the input of outside opinions. Ashley and a small group of your other friends were rehearsal regulars now.

You’d been seeing Hugh more privately, both of you agreeing to stay out of the public eye for a little bit while the dating rumors died down. Ashley had been a little too enthusiastic about your decision to be Hugh’s friend and nothing more. You loved reminding her that it was hopefully a temporary situation while we decided if being together exclusively was the right choice for both of us. She liked to ignore that part. Her despisement towards Hugh has been a mystery to you. She was always a little protective over you, as any normal friend would be, but it had never been to this extent. 

“Ash, do you wanna come to rehearsal tomorrow. We’re finally putting the choreography on the actual stage. I think you’ll like it. It’s gonna be fun.” You ask. The two of you were currently at Target shopping for her new apartment. “Uhhh of course. I need to catch up on all of the songs I missed. Then maybe you’ll consider putting me up on stage.” The last sentence comes out more singsongy than usual as she tries to convince you. She has brought up being on stage so often, you were beginning to feel bad, but she was a shit dancer. You didn’t have the heart to tell her. “Cool. I have to be there at seven, but I was thinking you guys could show up at noon. That’s when we’re scheduled to move over to the stage.” Her eyes light up. “Ooo. Who else is coming? Please tell me you invited Taylor again, she’s fun.” She rambles on as she pushes the cart through the lamp aisle. “Oh. I didn’t invite the girls again. It’s uh…it’s just gonna be you and Hugh.” She puts the lamp she’s been observing back onto the shelf. “Actually, I just remembered I have plans tomorrow.” She states flatley and starts to push the cart again. You follow her, waiting until you enter an aisle that was free of people before confronting her. “Ashley, don't be like that.” You whine. “I’m not being like anything y/n. I just forgot I had plans.” She shrugs as she busies herself by looking at the bathroom decor on the shelves. “What do you have against him?” You blurt out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Cut the shit Ash. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I can’t even mention his name without you trying to change the subject. I can’t even talk to my best friend about the guy I like because of this weird fucking grudge you have against him.” She stares at you, giving you a few slow blinks before speaking again. “Fine. I’ll be there but I can’t promise I'll be civil.” 

You didn’t push her any further, her answer was good enough for now. Target wasn’t the right place to fight with her about this and it probably wouldn’t do any good anyway. As much as you loved Ashley, she had a tendency to do and say wherever she pleased but when it came back to her, she played victim. It was becoming harder to deal with now that you weren’t children anymore. Later that night, while on facetime with Hugh, you decided to warn him about the shitshow which he was bound to end up in tomorrow.

“I’m not really sure what her deal is honestly. She won’t tell me why she doesn’t like you.” You pout. “It’s okay baby, not everyone is going to like me. I can handle it.” 

The endearments had been something that Hugh didn’t drop after the ‘just friends’ talk. You thought about talking to him about it but the words sounded too good rolling off of his tongue. You argued that it wasn’t any different than your other friends calling you ‘babe’- it wasn’t the same at all but you didn’t care. You knew it meant more to both of you. 

“I know, but it would be really nice if you two could be friends, ya know? She just gets too overprotective I guess…” You tell him, not really believing your own words. “You don’t have to come tomorrow if you don’t want to. We can pick another day for you to come if you feel like it’ll be too awkward.” “Tomorrow is fine y/n. Everything will be okay. Don’t think about it too much, I’m sure I can charm her a little bit, get her on my side.” He assures you.

Ashley was on her worst behavior and it was pissing you off. It felt like you had covered Hugh in blood and thrown him to the sharks- when you think about it, he probably would have had a better shot at fighting off the sharks. The entire day so far had been full of eye rolls and snarky comments. When you had a moment alone with Hugh, all you could do was apologize for her behavior and he swore it was fine, it wasn't your fault. Ashley was acting weird towards you the entire morning. When you offered her to get up and learn some choreo, she brushed you off saying that she still needed to wake up. You glanced over at Hugh and Ashley every few minutes as they talked. It looked civil. The music was too loud to hear what the conversation was about and it was making you nervous. Hugh kept his eyes mostly on you as he spoke but Ashley’s were set on Hugh, never looking your way. You tried your best to ignore it, focusing on doing your job.

 For one of the songs, you would be giving one of the dancers named Ethan a lap dance. He had become a good friend over the past year you had known him and he made the whole grinding on him thing a lot less awkward than you thought it would be. “Are you and eye candy over there still playing friends?” Ethan asks as he gestures towards where Hugh and Ashley sat. “Yes..but it’s more lenient. Kinda like dating but nothing exclusive.” You explain, eyes on Hugh. He’s looking back at you and you’re sure he can tell that you’re talking about him. “You should do the dance for him, since he’s a special guest today and all.” He offers, smirk present on his face. “You don’t think that would be too mean? I want him to want me but I don’t wanna ruin the man. At least not yet anyways.” A similar smirk to Ethan’s was rising to your lips at the thought of Hugh being flustered over you. “I think you should do it.” You think about it for a moment and shame yourself for how quickly you made your decision. “You’re a bad influence.” You tell Ethan. Hugh’s eyes are still on you and you point your finger at him and wiggle it, motioning him to come here. 

“I’m gonna go sit down, have fun.” Ethan says and goes down the stairs to the stage as Hugh walks up them. “What’s up sweetheart?” He asks. “Ethan isn’t feeling well right now, would you mind standing in for him? You don’t have to do anything, just sit in that chair.” You point to the metal fold up chair that sits in the center of the catwalk. “Yea I can do that.” His smile is authentic, happy to help. “Thank you baby.” You say and you reach up to leave a quick kiss on his cheek. You pick up the mic that you sat on the stage floor earlier and turn it on. “We’re ready to go for the next one.” You announce through it so the sound crew could hear you. They announce ‘places’ and Hugh sits down in the chair. You walk over to the marker on the floor that indicates your starting position for this song. It’s about five feet behind Hugh’s chair, leaving him clueless on what’s happening. 

The song starts and you strut to the beat until you reach the chair. Your hands are on either side of Hugh’s chest and you move your hands around the same way that you had practiced many times before. His chest was hard and you could feel the muscles of his pecs. You slide your hands up to his shoulders and walk slowly around the chair until you're right in front of Hugh. The song slows at this point, giving the perfect moment for you to slowly drop yourself into his lap, arms around his neck. There’s three quick beats and you bounce up and down. Hugh’s eyes are wide in surprise. He’s a lot taller than Ethan and his thighs hold more muscle. It took a moment to get used to as the routine went on. The entire dance was pretty stereotypical: a lot of grinding, ass popping, and touching. You spent a good majority of the song whispering the words quietly to Hugh. He kept his hands to himself, not wanting to interrupt whatever move you had to do next. When the song ends, you’re out of Hugh’s lap and standing a foot in front of him for your ending pose. The crew gives you the okay to move and you turn back to Hugh, mischief present in your face. “Thank you Hugh!” You squeal, giving him a quick hug once he stands up. “Yea. yea…You’re such a tease.” He says the second part low enough so only you hear. As he walks back to his seat, you could have sworn you saw him trying to discreetly reposition whatever was happening in his pants. 

During your lunch break, Ashley’s strange act continued as she made up some excuse for her to leave- you could tell she was lying. Hugh and yourself ended up ordering subs from some local deli and ate in your dressing room. “So what do you think about everything so far?” You ask, referring to the choreo you’d been learning for the past three hours. “It’s…fun.” You huff at that. “You’re so terrible at describing things Hugh. Oh my god.” You complain. “I’m sorry…It's good.” You give him a blank stare, not satisfied with his answers. “Okay okay, don’t give me that look. You’re phenomenal…watching you dance and feeling you dance on me is making it really hard to just be your friend.” He shrugs, taking another bite of his sandwich. His answer makes you blush, familiar butterflies fly around your tummy. “Oh.” It’s all you could say. “You don’t have to accept my invites if it’s too hard on you.” “Hm. That’s not it, babe. I definitely want to be here. Wouldn’t have wanted to miss that little stunt you pulled earlier.” He winks as he refers to the lapdance. 

Comments like that had been frequent throughout the past month. Hugh Jackman was a natural flirt. That was a fact you had the pleasure of learning from personal experience and the displeasure of learning from the internet. You had seen countless videos of him being a flirty slut- as a married man. It worried you and had been something you’d been thinking about nonstop since the discovery. Him flirting with you was one thing, but you didn’t like the idea of him flirting with others when he was ‘yours’. You’d also seen videos of him mentioning multiple times that he liked older women, which had become another concern that ate at your brain. Last week, Hugh had come over for a movie night and you planned on casually mentioning the apprehension you had around the issue. 

“Sooo, I heard you liked older women?” 

Casual had never been your thing. 

“Uh..yea. It’s a preference of mine.” You could tell that the question made him uncomfortable. The tiny little toxic part of your heart was happy about that. You let out a short hum. “What was that for?”

 “What was what for?” 

 “Your little ‘hm.’.” You shrug as you speak your next words. “It’s just interesting.” 

 “What’s interesting.”  “You having a preference for older women.”  

“How is that any different from you liking older men?” He asks genuinely and you could honestly smack him right now for not seeing the issue and you would if he wasn’t across the couch. “Hm. I don’t know. Maybe the fact that I’m currently interested in an older man and you’re straying quite far from your preferences Mr.Jackman.” He lets out a deep belly laugh. “Why are you laughing at me?” You cross your arms, a small pout sits on your lips. “You're jealous.” He smirks. “I’m not jealous. I’m skeptical.”  “There's no reason to be.” His eyes are gentle.  “If you say so.” You didn’t want to damper the mood but your mind was filled with ‘what ifs’ and you needed reassurance.

 “Hey. Come here sweet girl.” He motions for you to sit closer to him. You crawl over and his arm drapes over your shoulder. Your head rests on his chest and his cheek is resting on the crown of your hair. “I promise you have nothing to worry about. I like you and only you.” “Pinky promise?” You look up at him, holding out your pinky. He lets out a chuckle and links his pinky with your own. “Pinky promise.” He was looking down at you. You were staring in his eyes, watching the reflection from the flame of the pumpkin pie scented candle that sat on the coffee table flicker. He slowly leaned down, allowing his lips to softly touch yours. It was a lazy kiss, lips moving every few seconds. You could feel every part of Hugh’s lip slide against yours. The slowness of it all was arousing- the heat from his body wasn’t helping. The upward stretch of your neck became sore after a few minutes,  giving you the perfect excuse to climb into his lap. The makeout session lasted about thirty minutes, never speeding up, both of you enjoying the intimacy of the demure, slow kisses. You ground your hips into his in an undemanding manor, not wanting to rush the moment, just needing to feel him against you. A few whispered moans were thrown about, a few neck kisses here and there. The rules were beyond broken that night. You liked to imagine what would have happened if there wasn’t a knock on the door from the food you ordered earlier. 

Your cheeks heat up at the memory as you pick an onion off of your sandwich. Hugh was right, you were a tease. That night, he had initiated the kiss but you turned it into so much more. You could've stopped it, blaming it on the pain in your neck, but you wanted more. With Hugh, you always wanted more. It was your stupid idea to be his friend first and it was torturing you. “What’re you thinking about, pretty girl?” Hugh asks, dragging you out of your thoughts. “Nothing...These onions are too strong.” You flick the onion you picked off onto the paper that was once wrapped around your sub. “You sure that’s it? You can talk to me babe.” He’s sincere. He’s always so patient and caring towards you. It makes your heart swell. “I was thinking about our movie night.” You admit. “Anything in particular from that night?” He asks, knowing exactly what you’re thinking about, the wide smirk on his stupid perfect face makes that obvious. “I wasn’t thinking about that, you perv. I was thinking about how I forgot to tell you that I’m going to New York next week.” He didn’t need to know that you were for sure thinking about every detail of his dick that you could remember and you really did forget to tell him that, so you weren’t technically lying. “Hm. I wonder what made you forget?” Smirk still plastered on his face. “I’m gonna ignore that comment.” And you did ignore it, immediately talking about your upcoming trip. “It's kinda gonna be my first time there. I performed a show there but I was gone the next day. I have an entire four days to explore this time. Well except for when I work but whatever.” You shrug at the end, voice filled with excitement ready to see the city in its full glory. “What do you have scheduled when you’re out there?” 

“I have a photoshoot, meetings, then the Tonight Show.” 

“First time on Fallon?” you laugh. “First time on any big talk show, I'm so fucking nervous.” 

“Don’t be. Jimmy’s a great guy and you’re good at talking. It’s easy to pay attention to you.” 

“Do you pay attention to me because I'm a good talker or do you pay attention to me because you think I'm pretty.” You were completely fishing for a compliment and you carried no shame for it. “Both.” 

Hugh had become a really good friend and not just because the two of you shared an occasional kiss. He was there for you when you had no one else. The next day, Ashley came over and you tried to ask her why she lied about needing to leave rehearsal early. She either gave a vague answer for each question or completely dodged it. You never asked Hugh about what they talked about, wanting the answer from your best friend, but it was looking like you would have to turn to him to get closer to the truth. You invited her to New York the second you found out you were going. Trying to get her out of her funky mood, you brought it up, asking if she was excited that it was coming up so soon. She quickly agreed to the excitement but each word came out flat and uninterested. About an hour after she left your house, you got a text. 

bestie boo: hey. i’m actually not gonna be able to make it to new york. sorry, ttyl. 

The text caught you off guard but it wasn’t a total surprise due to Ashley’s behavior while she was at your house. That didn’t mean it hurt any less though. The consistent dodginess from her made your throat tighten up. Your first instinct was to text Hugh, so that’s what you did.

You: hey, are you busy rn? 

Hugh <3: Hi baby. No, I'm not busy. What’s up?

You: can you come over? :(

Hugh <3: On my way! 

When you opened the door for him, worry was written on his face. “What’s wrong?” He takes off his shoes, the same way he has the past few times he’s come over. “I feel like you’re always asking me that.” You slump over slightly. “I gotta make sure my girl is okay.” All of the sadness you had over Ashley almost vanished entirely. “I’m your girl?” You ask looking up at him. “Of course you’re my girl y/n. Just waiting for the day you wanna label it.” He smiles down at you and offers his hand. “Now c’mon, tell me what’s got you all blue.” You grab his hand and he follows the familiar route to your living room couch. He sits down and pulls you down towards him. You’re sitting next to him, your side against his. He pulls your legs up so they lay across his lap and he rubs slow circles into your thigh.

 “What’s got that pretty face of yours frowning?” He pinches your thigh lightly as he asks the question. “It’s Ashley, she’s being really weird Hugh. She always tells me things and now she’s just…not.” He has his own frown now. “I’m sorry baby….Is this about me again?” 

“Kinda but not totally. I just wanted to know why she doesn’t like you. You’ve become so important to me and I plan on having you around for a while. She’s been my best friend since we were kids, I want her to like you and be able to be around you.” You put your hands over your eyes, your palms applying  pressure on them to prevent the tears from falling. All the pent up frustration was starting to reach its limit. “Hey, look at me.” He grabs your chin, a gesture he’s done more times than you can count. “Don’t let me come in between your friendships.” You sigh. “It’s not your fault Hugh.” 

“I…I think it might be my fault a little bit.” He admits with a guilty expression, making your heart sting. “What do you mean?” 

“She uh… Ashley might have flirted with me yesterday. I shut it down but…” He sighs nervously. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t know how to tell you to be honest..” The room around you both felt stuffie and too small. The tears that were held back by the palms of your hands just a few minutes ago, spill out. You were feeling too many emotions: hurt, anger, betrayal. 

This wasn’t the first time Ashley had done something like this. She’d done it with Pedro when the two of you were already together. The only difference is that she felt so guilty that she confessed. This time, Ashley was too much of a coward to tell you what she had done to your face. You didn’t want to lose your best friend but you couldn’t keep her around when all she seemed to do was hurt you. Hugh holds you as you cry, not saying a word. He leaves little kisses on your head and tells you that ‘it’s okay’ over and over. He let you cry without knowing what it was you were crying about. You felt so stupid to have let this slip past you. It had been almost the exact same situation before. Ashley acted weird towards Pedro, she starts being vague, and then you find out what she did. Déjà fucking vu. You couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s funny sweetheart?” Your mind had been racing so fast, you almost forgot that Hugh’s was still here holding you. He had gone still, the only reminder of his presence was the weight of his arms around you. “I just can’t believe she did it again without me noticing. I feel dumb.” His body jerks in surprise. “Again?” 

—

It was Saint Patrick's day and you were at Ashley’s place getting ready for a party. It was a weird holiday to throw a party for but people used any excuse to get drunk. Leading up to this day, Ashley has been yapping non stop about going to her first celebrity party but tonight, she couldn’t have been more quiet. You excused her behavior for nerves, not questioning it more. Her demeanor has been different for a few days. Ashley wasn’t one to open up quickly or talk about her problems. You only pried as much as you could before being shut out and right now you had been completely blocked off. You tried your best to ignore it, trying to focus on the night ahead of you. 

Billie is who had invited you to the party as the two of you grew close. Being the same age, doing the same job, and experiencing the same things made it impossible for the two of you not to be friends. The party was going to be filled with people you’d never met before, so you asked her if you could bring a person or two- Ashley and Pedro. It was when you told Ashley that Pedro would also be coming, that her prior eagerness for the party dissipated. 

Just as you sat down to start your makeup, Ashley finally spoke. “Y/n…I think I’m gonna skip out on the party tonight.” You lift your head to look at her through the mirror.“What, why? We’ve been talking about this for weeks.” 

 “I just don’t feel like going anymore.” She’s scrolling through her phone. “You’re such a shitty liar, Ash. What’s up? Why don’t you wanna go anymore?” You turn the spinny chair your in to face her. She put her phone down and the look on her face was one you wouldn’t ever forget. It was a look full of guilt, shame. You were trying to comfort your best friend while she was about to tell you the most heat shattering words. “I don’t think it’s smart to be around Pedro.” Your brows knit together in confusion. “Why not. I thought you guys were good now, that you liked him?” She’s fidgeting with her hands. “Y/n we kissed.” 

“Who kissed?” You ask, hoping you were misinterpreting what she was saying. “Me and Pedro.” You hadn’t misunderstood her words. 

Your heart shattered. Pedro has only been your boyfriend for a little over a month but it still hurts. You were still in the honeymoon phase, where everything felt like love even though it was just over infatuation with the new relationship. Without thinking about it, you started collecting your things to leave, gathering the makeup you just placed onto the table back into its bag. “What are you doing?” Ashley asks nervously. “I’m leaving.” She didn’t try to stop you. 

When you got home, you felt numb. There was a strong ache in your chest where your heart sits but there wasn’t an ounce of emotions flowing through you. The betrayal of the person you trusted most in this life was worse than any other pain you could think of. You spend hours laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling, when a knock finally pulls you out of whatever trance you were in. “Hey baby. Ashley texted me saying I should come check on you.” He steps into the house and follows you down the entry hall. “Oh I didn’t know you guys were on texting terms now…” You trail off for a second, not leaving Pedro enough time to say anything before you speak again. “Huh…You know, I guess it would make sense, seeing as you guys are apparently on kissing terms.” You stop and stare at him, looking dead in his eyes. He winces. “She told you about that.” The statement pisses you off. “What the fuck do you mean ‘she told you about that.’? Were you planning on keeping it a secret?” Your voice gradually rises alongside the anger in your body. “No, but I-” 

“but fucking what Pedro? You kiss my best fucking friend and then hide it from me??” Your finger hurts from the pressure of pointing it into his chest. “I didn’t kiss her.” You ignore him. “When did it happen?” “Baby, listen to me. I didn’t kiss Ashley.” He ignores you. “WHEN DID IT HAPPEN?” You scream at him, all of the emotions spilling over. You sink down to the floor, abandoning your prior standing position, and you cry. 

“I didn’t kiss her babygirl. I would never hurt you like that.” He sits down next to you, his back against the wall. You don’t speak. “It was last Tuesday, when she came over to talk to me like you asked her to. She said it was because you wanted her to like me, for us to be friends. She started acting differently and before I knew it she was kissing me. That’s all that happened baby.” He explains as he runs his fingers along the baby hairs on your forehead. “You didn’t kiss her?” You look into his big brown puppy eyes, searching for the truth. “I didn’t kiss her.” He affirms. “I promise, babygirl.” 

“Pinky promise?” He interlocks his pinky with yours. 

You didn’t speak to Ashley for two weeks after that incident. You wanted so badly to know why she did it, but in the end you didn’t think it mattered, each outcome still ended with her being a selfish person- a bad friend. You didn’t really talk things out either but you decided to forgive her. The friendship was too important to you at the time to give up but you wouldn’t let her be anywhere near Pedro again. The idea of them being friends was out the window. 

—

 “What a bitch.” His thick accent shining through extra hard with his own anger.- it makes you laugh. “I don’t even know what to do at this point. I don’t think I can trust her anymore.” he nods in agreement. “I know sweetheart but I'm here for you, no matter what you decide to do. Okay?” it's your turn to nod. “Okay. Thank you Hugh, really. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You look up at him, giving him a small smile and a quick kiss on his side. “You know what sucks more than possibly losing my best friend for good?” You ask, humor shines in your eyes. “What’s that?”

“Losing my New York tour guide.” He laughs. “You’re laughing now, but it’s serious. She created these crazy itineraries for us to be the most obnoxious tourist. Now I have to rely on my own planning skills, which aren’t great.” Hugh goes quiet for a moment. You search his face for his thoughts and he seems unsure of what he’s about to say. 

“I could..uh. I could go to New York with you. I kinda need to go anyways, been meaning to go.” He says and when you don’t speak right away, he panics. “You don’t have to say yes. I know we’ve been spending a lot of time together and I understand if you want some time for yourself..” You giggle at his overthinking. “Hugh, I would love for you to come to New York with me.” He lets out a breath you didn’t know he was holding. “Okay good. That’s great! I needed to go back a few weeks ago actually so this works out for the both of us.” 

“Why didn’t you go back when you needed to?” His cheeks go red. “Oh my god! You totally stayed because of me didn’t you?”

 “Maybe..” He admits. “I was scheduled to fly back to New York before your album party, but then you texted me. I couldn’t pass that up.” 

“You keep acting like this and you’re gonna make me fall in love with you Hugh Jackman.” A smug smile falls onto his lips. “You better.” 

The few days leading up to you leaving for New York were short. Hugh left for the city the next day, promising he would see you the moment you landed, sealing the promise with a quick kiss. You busied yourself with tour rehearsals and interview prep. It had been a lonely few days. Hugh was gone and you weren’t talking to Ashley, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You and Hugh texted daily but it wasn’t the same as being in his presence, a presence you had come to enjoy having around. You were close to saying ‘fuck it’ and be fully committed to him but a part of you was still hesitant. Too much has happened recently, it feels like you can’t think straight half the time. Your last relationship was only a few months ago, your best friend was trying to steal every man you liked, and you’re at the peak of your career. You needed a mental breather. 

LAX airport was cold and stuffy. People were walking casually towards their destination with a few runners here and there. While you loved traveling, airports made you feel uneasy. There were so many people going to the most random places on the most random days and random times. It was uncomfortable to think about. You sat there in silence, too afraid to wear headphones. You liked to know what was happening around you at all times, a freak peeve. When it was finally time to board the plane, you were already exhausted from it all. Almost seven hours later, you landed at JFK airport in New York City. Once you turn off airplane mode on your phone, you see a few texts from Hugh. He insisted that he could pick you up from the airport and take you to your hotel. Your ‘personal chauffeur” he jokingly called himself. You texted Hugh back as people hurriedly grabbed their belongings and scurried down the thin aisles. 

You: just landed! see you soon hot stuff ;)

He told you beforehand that he made arrangements to pick you up in a private area, away from prying eyes. You weren’t nearly famous enough to know what that means, so you simply followed the instructions he gave you. It was a little confusing at first, having only been in the busy airport once before. With some help from workers, Hugh was finally in your view. He had a big smile on his face with his arms open wide for you. You walked with a little pep in your step, suitcase rolling behind you. When you got close enough, you let the handle go and ran the rest of the short distance to Hughs arms. His embrace was warm and welcoming, a familiar place. 

“Missed you sweet girl.” He mumbles into your hair. You pull back slightly, arms still holding him. “Missed you too.” Your voice is shy, almost forgetting how it felt to have his attention on you. You had missed him, more than you thought you would. Hearing his voice again made life feel real again after the past mundane days you’ve endured. The walk to his car was intimate- his arm sat atop your shoulders as you walked side by side. He insisted on rolling your luggage for you and wouldn’t take no for an answer when you protested. A true gentleman. He opened the passenger door for you, making sure you were in before putting your suitcase in the trunk and hopping into the driver's side. He looked a lot more presentable than you did. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt that hugged his biceps in a way that almost made you drool. It was simple but he looked delicious. Your sweats and hoodie couldn’t compare. His beard had finally grown in, no longer the prickly stubble that rested there a month ago. It was full and you hoped he would let it grow to that length that made him look even more expensive. 

“The option to stay at my place is still on the table if you want it babe.” He says, resting his hand on your thigh as he begins to pull out of the hidden parking lot. There was something so attractive about a man driving. Hugh’s side profile was godly and him driving really did something to your brain. “That wouldn’t be very friendly of us Hugh.” You rest your hand on top of his. “I think that’s the friendliest thing I could possibly do. Offer you a place to stay while in town instead of staying in a dingy hotel.” He eggs on trying to convince you. He first pitched the idea the night he offered to come to New York with you. You immediately declined, not wanting to invade his space. You wouldn’t know how to handle it, it made things too real. He had been over to your house countless times, but you had never been to his. You thought it best to keep it that way. You weren’t sure you could control yourself around him when you were surrounded by all things him. “Nothing is ever friendly between us Hugh.” He squeezes your thigh. “I have to argue with you there baby. In my humble opinion, we are too friendly.” He glances over to you and gives you a wink. He hasn’t been afraid of letting his intentions known. To let you know that he wants you, not as a friend. You’ve seen just how bad he craved you and it was tempting. He knew he had a dangerous effect on you, one that you worked really hard to control. 

“You’re always so horny.” You mumble. “It’s hard not to be when I have a gorgeous girl like you around all the time.” God he was so good with his words. His voice and his way of speaking. It was no mystery as to why he had people swooning for him left and right- you included. “Whatever.” You open your phone to text Stacy, letting her know you landed and in good hands. It was weird flying solo. You got so accustomed to flying along Ashley or Stacy. You weren’t particularly mad at the change if it meant you got to see Hugh’s face light up just at seeing you again. “Will you at least come over once?” He asks, hopeful. “I’ve seen your house, I’d really like you to see mine. It’s where I live most of the time. It would mean a lot.” The squeeze on your thigh lingers, his grip lasting longer than the previous one. You didn’t know how to explain that you really didn’t want to do that- be in his house. You didn’t think he would understand what you mean when you say ‘it’s too much’. The desperation in his voice, the yearning he felt to have you in his home. You couldn’t say no. “Yea I can do that.” The small smile that rested on his lips grew, his face lighting up. It made your stomach twist up in knots. 

The hotel that Stacy booked for you was grand. The elegance and class in the places you’ve stayed at while traveling has never failed to amaze you. Growing up, your family didn’t have a lot of money. When you went on family trips, the cheapest hotel, usually a motel 6, was your usual nightly accommodations. The places you stayed in now would have little you screaming and running around. The whole ‘entering fame’ process had been a huge culture shock that you were still learning to navigate appropriately. 

“Hm. Not too shabby, my house is better though.” Hugh says as he sits your luggage to the side. He had put a hat and sunglasses on, trying to make it less obvious that it was him- trying to hide that it was him who was with you. The hat, sunglasses, and beard combo was doing a number on your body. It took a lot of strength to keep yourself from dragging him to the bed and riding him until you were satisfied. Though, you’re not sure that you could ever be fully satisfied with Hugh. Not because you were scared he wouldn’t be good in bed but because you knew once he had you, you would need him again and again until you physically couldn’t handle him anymore. You  felt him that one night on the couch, movie night, you knew that man was packing and that it wouldn’t take much for him to bruise your cervix.

 “Hugh, please.” You warn him. He puts his hands up in defense. “Sorry, sorry…Just don’t forget that it’s an option.” “I don’t think you’d let me forget..” You let out a breathy laugh after. Hugh sits down at a small table and watches you as you walk around, exploring the room. You unpack a few things to make it easier on yourself later. “Are you up for exploring today?” He asks as he walks into the bathroom, where you’re placing your toiletries along the vanity counter. “Oo! I’d love to explore. I have one weird request though.” You're still facing the mirror when Hugh comes up behind you. His arms wrap around your waist, sitting a little higher due to his height. “What’s that baby?” He’s watching you through the mirror, as you organize your skin care. “I wanna go to Trinity Church to see Hamilton's grave.” You say nonchalantly. Hugh laughs and questions you. “I need to sing the ‘he’s buried in Trinity Church near you’ line from Hamilton.” Hugh continues laughing. “What!?” He barely gets the words out. It somewhat offends you.  “I thought you’d understand, being a theater nerd and all but I guess not.” You cross your arms and try to break through his hold to walk away. “Mhm. I’m sorry, come back. I wasn’t trying to make fun of you. You’re just full of surprises.” You relax in his hold. 

“Does that mean you’ll take me?” You look at his eyes through the mirror. “Yea i’ll take you.” He smiles. You look at Hugh in the mirror, observing how the two of you look together. He looks really good holding you and not to toot your own horn, but Hugh and yourself made an attractive couple. He looked good on your arm and you looked good on his. “You're so pretty, baby.” He whispers. “Every time I look at you, I’m blown away that you’re hanging around with me.” His arms tighten around you. “Hmm. I think we look good together, don’t you?” You reach your neck up to look at him as best as you can given the angle. He studies your two bodies in the mirror before agreeing. “Yea we do.”

Walking around with Hugh felt freeing. You’ve been trying so hard to keep things private lately that every time you weren’t in the secure confines of your house with him, you felt panicked. It was something that crossed your mind before the two of you left the hotel but he assured you that it wasn’t very likely that someone would notice both of you. You were a little doubtful in his words, opting to dress in a way that protected you from the early fall breeze and from making it too obvious of who you were. Hugh had been right though, you both were able to walk around pretty freely, undisturbed. He brought you to trinity church first and reluctantly filmed a video of you dramatically singing the line from Hamilton. To you it was peak comedy and Hugh was being a big hater. He took you to a few of his favorite places, hidden gems. It was perfect. You wanted to hold his hand, bodies brushing against each other as you walked, but you couldn’t. The night ended by Hugh taking you to get traditional New York pizza. He ordered a large pepperoni and you both walked back to the hotel. The moment your room door was opened, you were pulling your heeled boots off. The walking destroyed your feet but you’d gone beyond your daily step goals- a win is a win. Sitting at the table with Hugh, you both grabbed a slice of pizza. He waited for you to take a bite first, looking for your reaction. When you took a bite, you let out a moan- you weren’t sure if it was because it tasted that good or because of how hungry you were. “That good?” Hugh asks in amusement. “Yes, I was starving.” He chuckles and takes his own big bite. The two of you down the entire pizza at an embarrassingly fast rate. “Did you have fun today?” He asks you. “Yea, I really did. Thank you Hugh.” 

When Hugh left, you scrolled through all of the pictures and videos you had taken today. You snuck a couple of Hugh and you might have stared at them a little too long. You watched the Trinity Church video so you could post it on TikTok. As you uploaded it into the app and were giving it one last watch before hitting post, a sound caught your attention. You grabbed your headphones and connected them to get a better listen. As you were singing, you could hear Hugh quietly laughing in the background. The sound brought a smile to your face, replaying it over and over just to hear it again. You hit the ‘post’ and called it a night. 

The next morning was an early one. You had to be at the photo shoot at five am to get ready, meaning you were out the door at four. Stacy met you down in the lobby and led you to the car she had waiting for you. “How was your first day in New York? You and Ashley have fun?” She asks as she buckles her seatbelt. “Oh, Ashley didn’t come, we aren’t friends anymore. My first day was good though, really fun.” You smile at the memories of the day prior, ignoring the small pain from hearing Ashley’s name. Stacy gives you a questioning look. You sigh before explaining, “She was being weird and it turns out she was flirting with Hugh the other day when they came to rehearsals. She didn’t even have the decency not to do it in the exact same room.” Her expression turns to an understanding one. “Well, good riddance. I knew after the first time that the girl was nothing but trouble. Good for you babe.” She types on her phone for a moment before turning her attention back to you- your staring out the window, taking in the somewhat empty streets that were full of people the night before.

“So, what did you do yesterday that was so fun?” You don’t look at her when you respond. “Hugh took me exploring, showed me the city.” She snorts. “Hugh, huh?” You look at her sheepishly. “Yea. He felt bad that I didn’t have someone to go with me so he offered.” You shrug. It wasn’t that big of a deal. “I told you.” 

“Told me what?” 

“That you wouldn’t be able to stay away from that man.” She shakes her head. You sometimes forgot just how well Stacy knows you after years of her by your side. The car comes to a stop outside of a short building, shorter than the other ones around it anyway. You sat in hair and makeup for a while, talking to the artists as they worked. You always liked making conversation with the people that helped you, it was always interesting hearing everyone's stories. The photo shoot wasn’t anything crazy. It was a well known photographer that had worked with major stars, her most recent model being Zendaya. It was a huge compliment that she wanted to work with you. It wasn’t like other shoots you had done before, this had been way more artsy and free. You were so used to doing things for brands or for your own music, where everything needed to be a certain way. It was nice to work on projects where you didn’t have to think but just be you. 

When the shoot was over, you sat in a small lobby with Stacy as you waited for the car to come pick you up. You opened tiktok to see what people were saying in the comments of your latest post. Most of them were freaking out over the laugh in the background, over analyzing it to find out who it was. There were a few comments that speculated that it might be Hugh and it made you laugh, shocked by the crazy detective skills your fans had. You kept scrolling when you saw a comment that caught your attention.

‘Y/N GET YOUR MAN UNDER CONTROL SDJFJSDF’ 

You clicked on the ‘view replies’ tab under it trying to figure out what they were talking about. Thankfully, other people were just as confused as you were with multiple ‘context?’ comments under it. 

‘look at hughs recent instagram post 😭’

In curiosity, you closed Tiktok and opened instagram. You went to the search bar, clicking on his username from your recent searched section. You click on the most recent picture making it enlarge and you let out an audible gasp. “Are you okay?” Stacy asks. You almost forgot where you were for a second. “Yea i’m fine…funny tiktok comment.” You tried to play it off, hoping she’d buy the excuse. It seems to work as she gives a small nod, looking back down to her phone. You look back down at your own device, in complete and utter shock. You knew he was built, seeing other pictures he had posted and endless edits of his greasy hawaiian rolls from Deadpool and Wolverine. 

This however seemed so much slutier. He was in, what you assumed was his home bathroom, taking shirtless pictures of himself. You could tell it had been recent because his beard and hair were the same length that it’s been for the past week. You felt frozen, not knowing what to do. He looked absolutely scrumptious. Pulling out your airpods from your purse, you put them on to listen to the attached audio. You had no fucking clue how you were supposed to look him in the eyes the next time you saw him. His voice was something special. It had the ability to make your knees weak at the sound. This was no different. It felt like he was teasing you subtly. You quickly screenshot the picture and swipe out of instagram, opening your message app. 

You: I leave you alone for less than 24 hours and you’re over here posting thirst traps for the internet… 

Hugh <3: I just wanted to thank my team. As the caption said…I am grateful. 

You: hmm you say it’s being grateful, I say it’s being a SLUT!! 

You: you look really fucking good though…

Hugh<3: 😂😂😂

Hugh<3: Thank you baby. Do I get to see you today or are you still busy? 

You: I have meetings the rest of the day :( 

Hugh<3: It’s okay sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow? 

You: I have fallon tmrw night but i’ll be free at 8pm if you wanna meet up then? 

Hugh<3: That works for me. Text me when you’re done for the day, okay? Talk to you later baby

The car finally stops signaling that you were at the first meeting of the day. There were endless introductions, hand shaking, and smiling. It was a lot more tiring than it sounded. Stacy was doing most of the work, covering major details for whatever was being discussed- again you mainly sat and listened. There were a few times when you really had to pay attention as key points were being made but nothing would be final until your team and lawyer looked over whatever deals were being discussed. There was a short two hour break of freedom that Stacy and yourself used to grab some food. Then it was right back to work. You were somewhat grateful for Stacy scheduling all of the heavy work stuff on one day because it meant you didn’t have to do this again on the remaining days of your trip. Stacy liked to set it up that way, giving you more time to be free from work, you loved her for it. The two of you had dinner together and went your separate ways after. You got back to your hotel at ten and to say you were worn out was an understatement. Your head was hurting from all the talking and bright fluorescent lights of each office you sat in today. 

You: I’m finally freeeee!! 

After hitting send, you hopped in the shower. The best thing about staying in an expensive hotel was how great the water pressure was. The hot water felt like heaven against your sticky skin, the thick body glitter from the photoshoot finally slipping away. You let your mind wander back to the picture that had been in your mind all day. Running your hands down your body, teasing yourself while imagining that it was Hugh’s wide hands instead. You let your hands disappear in the place that ached the most, working as your mind played the fantasies that ate away at you. You could almost feel Hugh’s mouth whispering against your ear as the feeling of ecstasy washes over your body, the running water muffling the sounds of your pleasure. 

Hugh still hadn’t texted you back when you had gotten out of the shower. It was unusual for him to take so long to respond but given the time- and his age- he was probably asleep. The downside to dating older men was their need to be in bed so early. You giggled to yourself thinking about the thought of Hugh being knocked the fuck out in bed after yawning since the clock hit 7pm. Laying in bed, you whipped out your phone opening twitter. You tweeted a quick post, reminding your fans to watch Jimmy Fallon tomorrow night. You scrolled lazily for a while, feeling the sleep take over you but when you saw one post in particular, you felt wide awake. 

‘Hugh Jackman and ex-wife seen walking around New York together a year after separation.’ 

You had no right to feel the jealousy and anger that sat tight in your chest. His ex-wife was something you were completely aware of but it was a subject neither Hugh or yourself had talked about. You understood that she would always be around, after being married to her longer than you’d even been alive. You laugh in disbelief. It sounded so stupid when you put it like that. The age gap never bothered you until you put it in perspective. You couldn’t help who you liked though. The overthinking hit faster than you could stop it. You wondered why he didn’t tell you that he was seeing her today. His smile in the picture was a little too wide, he looked too happy. He wasn’t even yours to claim, yet you wanted her to know that he had you now, that he wanted you. The vile thoughts that danced around your head were making your temper rise. You set some alarms and tried to get some sleep. Most of the night was tossing and turning, thinking about Hugh’s ex-wife. 

Hugh<3: Good morning sweet girl. I’m sorry for not getting back to you last night. I fell asleep on the couch waiting for you to text me lol 

It was what you saw first when your alarm went off. It was sent a few hours ago since you gave yourself some time to sleep in, given the trouble you had getting to sleep last night. You ultimately decided that you wouldn’t be mad at him for it, you didn’t have a reason to be. If the two of you were official, things would be different, but you weren’t. You were going to try your best to swallow the jealousy and let it be. 

You: good morning baby! I figured that’s what happened lol

Hugh<3: Are you excited for Fallon tonight? 😄

You: yea…only a tinsy bit nervous 

Hugh<3: You’re gonna crush it babe, I know it. I still get to see you after yea? Miss you

You: I miss you too :(

You: do you wanna meet at the hotel after or…?

Hugh<3: I can pick you up and we can go to my place? 

You stared at the message contemplating it. Hugh’s house was already a fear of yours but his house at night seemed a lot more intimate. You felt the need to be that intimate with him though- it was fueled by the pictures from last night, you knew it was. If that hadn't happened, you’d be saying no, making up excuses not to. You needed the validation too much to think straight. 

You: yea we can do that :)

Once you get to the Tonight Show studio, you barely have time to put your things down before you're being guided around. Thankfully, you warmed up your voice before leaving your hotel room just in case you didn’t have time to do it here. The crew had you and your dancers do a quick run through of the song to make sure everything was working before you were sent to your dressing room to get ready. Kat, your stylist, and Amari, your makeup and hair artist, were already in the room ready to get to work. You took the time to catch up with both of them, the three of you falling into a familiar routine. Your nerves started to build up as it got closer to the filming time. About twenty minutes before you were called to stage, Jimmy came back to introduce himself. He was a really sweet guy, super bubbly and humble. It eased your mind a little bit but they shot right back up when your name was called. “Y/n L/n everybody!”. The studio audience erupted in cheers as you walked to Jimmy’s desk. “Welcome to the show, how are you doing tonight?” He asks. “I’m doing amazing, thank you so much for having me.” The cheers finally slow down. “So, I got told that this is your first late night show interview, is that right?” 

“Yes, it is!” 

“I’m honored to be the first.” 

“I’m glad it’s you who popped my late night talk show cherry, Jimmy.” You joke, using your song's title as a pun, which he does his famous laugh at. The interview was going really well, most of the questions being ones you’ve answered countless times before.

“There have been a few rumors going around after a tiktok you posted the other day and I have to ask.” You nod ready for whatever question he’s about to ask. “Is the laugh behind the camera Mr. Hugh Jackman?” Your smile falters for a second before you put it right back on. This was something you weren’t prepared for at all. You let out a laugh. “The fans can keep speculating. A girl never kisses and tells.” It probably wasn’t the best answer- you know it wasn’t the best answer- but it’s all you could come up with in that moment. You just hoped no one noticed the split second your calm facade slipped, that it felt longer than it had actually lasted. 

Hugh was already there when you were free to leave, having texted him in the spare moment you had while getting changed into your performance outfit. Once you were in the car, he didn’t hesitate to ask how it went. “It was good. He uh…he asked about you.” You don’t why you were concerned about how he would respond, but you were. “About me?” He glances at you quickly before focusing on the road again. “Uhh..yeah. I posted the Hamilton video on tiktok and you can hear you laughing in it. I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal but people started to guess it was you. I’m sorry.” You slump down into the seat, waiting for his anger to come but it never does. “Don’t apologize baby. I want people to know I’m with you.” He never fails at knowing what to say, his words always flow out of his mouth effortlessly. “I kinda redirected the question though, not really giving a solid answer. I don’t know, it really threw me off.” He nods. “They like to do that, be sneaky.” 

It took a little longer than expected to get to his place, New York traffic moving at a snail's pace. When you do finally arrive, he’s pulling into an underground parking garage that sits under a skyscraper that you can’t see the top of. The elevator ride up was easily the longest one you’d ever been on, his penthouse being on the 56th floor. He opens the door and turns on the light switch that is conveniently placed in the entrance. “Welcome to my home. Mi casa es su casa.” He jokes and you let out a short snort at the stupid joke. “Would you like the official Hugh Jackman house tour?” Excitement was radiating off of him and you thought it was cute that he was this worked up about you being here, in his space. “I’d love one.” He offers his hand and you take it. Your once icy hand being warmed up instantly from his large, warm one. 

As he dragged you to the living room, you started to feel that uneasiness again, like you shouldn’t be here. It kept nagging at you in the back of your head but you refused to pick at it. This was making Hugh happy, you weren’t going to ruin that because of whatever issues you were hiding. After showing you the living room, he pulls you into a large kitchen. A vase full of bright pink flowers, balloons, and a cookie cake that reads ‘congrats’ sits on the counter. You let go of his hand and walk over to the island while he stays put. You run your fingertips over the soft petals of the flowers, peonies- your favorite. “Do you like them? I uh..wasn’t sure what your flower preference was, so I chose peonies because of your song.” 

The gesture makes you emotional. You’d never had a man go out of his way for you like this. He hadn’t known what flowers you liked but he remembered your song title to fill in the blank. A song where you had one line that says: ‘you got me roses when you know I like peonies’. A song from your debut album. “I love them. I love this.” You gesture to the display. You walk back over to where he stands and reach up to grab his face, bringing it down to give him a quick peck on his lips. “This means a lot to me, thank you Hugh.” The previous perturbation vanishing from your head, that cherished easiness you felt with Hugh slips back in. You were meant to be here. 

“Shall we finish the tour?” You ask, spirits high. “Of course my lady, right this way.” He leads you room to room, giving you a mini explanation for each one. It was an average home, well average for a millionaire. It was obvious that a single, older man lived here but not in a bad way, there just wasn’t a woman's touch on the place. “This is bathroom number two, the one I use most frequently.” Something about the room seemed familiar as you looked around. There were a few art pieces on the marbled wall, a large mirror across from them. You were looking at the suspiciously large mirror when it clicked. 

“OH MY GOD!! This is the thirst trap bathroom! I can’t believe I have the pleasure of being in such a sacred place.” You move around the space in a theatrical way, pretending you were in a place of true importance. 

“Oh god…shut up.” He groans in embarrassment. “Could you reenact the moment? It would really help me get the full feel of the room.” You’re still teasing him but that question came back to slap you right across the face. You see a smirk on Hugh's face and he’s reaching his hands down and starts lifting his shirt off- but not in the practical way but in the super sexy crossed arms way. “WAIT! I was just kidding.” You practically scream at him, not mentally prepared to see Hugh shirtless in person. He stops and shrugs, turning around to leave the room. Before you can stop yourself, the horny part of your brain is speaking. “Wait no, keep going.” He slowly turns around with that stupid sexy smile of his and the raised eyebrow thing he does. The atmosphere of the small room changed instantly. He’s pulling at his shirt again, painfully slow in your opinion. As he inches it up, you analyze each slither of skin that’s freed. There is a patch of hair below his belly button leading down into his pants. A strong v-line and a thick vein practically popping out of his skin, begging to be traced with your tongue. The shirt goes higher and higher, revealing more of his chest. Each ab pops out and it’s like a gift from God right in front of your eyes. He pulls the shirt over his head, biceps flexing slightly, and drops the shirt onto the floor. You're frozen in place, not believing that this is real. 

You never have been one to believe in karma but you must have been a saint in your past life to deserve this. You see his mouth move but don’t hear a word he says. All you see is the hairy chest you’d been thirsting over, moving closer until it’s right in front of you. He grabs your cheeks between one hand and faces your eyes up towards his own. “Are you okay y/n?” He has a worry behind his eyes. 

“You’re like really hot. It’s actually frustrating how hot you are.” His grip on your face loosens as you speak. “You asked to see, I was only fulfilling your wishes.” You felt dizzy. He hadn’t even touched you and the way your whole face sits in his one hand and the way his abs are begging to be licked, had you flustered. You were drunk on Hugh. “You're wandering again…maybe I should put my shirt back on.” He goes to reach for it but you reach out, lightly grabbing his arm to stop him. “Not yet.” It’s mumbled and quiet, aimed more towards yourself than it was to him. 

Hugh stands back up, his height towering over you. You couldn’t decide if he had always been so tall. Towering over you in a way that made your heart beat faster. Your mind was battling itself: the arousal wanting nothing more than for Hugh to do whatever he wanted with you while the more reasonable side knew that there were too many things that needed to be talked about before crossing this line. The line had been crossed many times before with the kisses, touches, hand holding- the night on the couch… Sex was different. You weren’t fond of casual sex, it was too intimate an act to categorize as such. Whatever was happening between Hugh and yourself was far from casual though and you trusted him not to hurt you.

“You’re kinda scaring me here, pretty girl. Are you okay?” You couldn’t tell him that seeing his chest had sent you into a horny dazed confusion. You looked up at him, into his worried eyes. He was always so concerned about your well being and he cared so much about everything going on in your life. God, you prayed that this wouldn’t come back to bite you in the ass.

“Kiss me please.” Your voice is shaky, unstable. “Are you sure baby?” His hands rest on your shoulders, eyes searching yours for any doubt. 

“Please Hugh. I need you to kiss me.” His once troubled eyes turned dark as he bent down, kissing you like he never had before. The kiss was messy, full of hunger. His hands trailed down your sides until they cupped under the base of your ass. He effortlessly picks you up to sit you on the bathroom counter, lips never breaking contact. You could feel his tongue prodding at the entrance of your mouth as it asked for permission to enter. Granting access, your lips open, a throaty moan draws out as you feel his tongue swipe against yours. He pulls back for a moment. “Can I take this off? Is that okay?” He asks, referring to your shirt. His usual thick australian accent was soft in his breathy voice. You nod shyly and he doesn’t hesitate to reach down. You put your arms up to aid him as he gently pulls the shirt up and he sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck baby…so fucking pretty.” His hands cup your bra covered breast, thumbs softly trailing over your stiff nipples causing you to drop your head back with a moan of pleasure. “We never finished the tour, sweet girl.” His hands are still fondling you and you lift your head back up to look at him. “What?” 

“There’s one more room I didn't get to show you.” His hands finally drop from your chest and he’s grabbing your hand, leading you towards whatever room it was that you hadn’t seen. He opens the door and the air surrounding you smells like Hugh. It was almost enough to make you pass out, head already light and fuzzy. 

You don’t have time to look around, Hugh immediately turning you to face him, attacking your mouth once again. His hands are reaching for the button of your jeans, pulling them down slowly once he’s got them open. Hugh’s lips escape yours and trail down your neck, your chest, the sides and your body, and finally your stomach as he slowly lowers himself to sit on his knees. He lifted each of your feet, helping you out of each pant leg. At each lift of your leg, he also pulls each sock off, kissing your calves as he does so. You're left in nothing but a black bra and thong. “Mhm. Can I touch you baby?” He asks looking up at you. You nod, the position he was in, all too arousing. He practically growls at your answer and starts leaving messy kisses on your thighs, his hands gripping the back of them. His lips trail up higher, ghosting over where you needed him the most. You could feel his breath through the thin cotton of your panties. Your own breath hitches as he licks a long teasing path between your two folds, the cotton dipping into them from the weight of his tongue. He looks up at you through his lashes, asking for permission. You mouth a small ‘please’ the only word that seems to be in your vocabulary at the moment. 

His thick fingers slip between the fabric and the skin on your hip on either side of your body, pulling the soaked thong down your legs. Before he continues, he’s standing up and guiding you to the bed. “Get up there and spread that pretty pussy for me baby. Wanna see it.” You waste no time doing what he asks, climbing up the unusually tall bed and laying on your back. You don’t open your legs right away, shyness creeping in. You were almost fully exposed to Hugh, the only thing still covered being your boobs, while he was almost fully covered, only his shirt being off. “Don’t go all shy on me now baby.” He says, guiding your legs open, pussy on full display. “Fuck..look at you sweet girl, all wet for me.” His thumbs pull back each fold, exposing the pink that was partially hidden. He leans town and licks from your entrance to your clit. “Mhmm fuck.” You moan out at the feeling. His tongue felt hot against your warm center, beard tickling your skin as he moved. The sound encourages him to continue. He dives down again, tongue lapping around your needy clit. The constant pressure causes your body to jerk voluntarily. Hugh brings both of his hands to hold you down at your legs, tongue still abusing the small bud. Loud moans escape your mouth as his tongue trails down to your entrance sliding in. “Oh fuck me.” You moan out. “Your pussy taste so fucking good.” He mutters against your skin. His right hand moves from its position on your hip, his middle finger sliding down to your opening. He slowly slides it in, the small stretch feels too good. He starts moving it, hitting the spongy bundle of nerves over and over again. “Fuck baby, i’m gonna cum.” You warn him. His head dips back down, tongue returning to your clit and one suck is all it takes for you to come around his finger. You let out a string of moans and curses, Hugh never letting up until your climax is over. He does one more lap around your pussy with his tongue, cleaning everything up before moving up the bed next to you. 

“Been wanting to do that forever baby. Knew you’d have a perfect little pussy.” His words make you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. Even with your own orgasm washing the need out of your body, you were still turned on. The sight of your slick in Hugh’s beard and the very noticeable tent in Hugh’s jeans made it worse. You sit up and go to move. “Where are you going?” Hugh asks, sitting up on his forearms to look at you. You don't respond, instead you reach for the button of his jeans. “You don’t have to do that baby.” He assures you. “I want to.” It was the first coherent sentence you’ve been able to muster and it makes Hugh fall back into the bed. You pull his jeans and boxers off in one go, too impatient to wait. His cock springs free, red and angry. It was long, thin, and veiny- exactly as you imagined it being. It made your mouth water. He had a thick patch of pubic hair and it turned you on even more, you were such a whore for hairy men. 

You sat yourself between each of his thighs, running your hands up and down them. He’s watching you as you take your right hand, wrapping it around the base of him. He sucks in a breath. You're looking him in the eyes as you lean your head down, letting your tongue swirl in slow circles around his tip. “Fuck…” You take the tip slowly into your mouth, sucking on it while your tongue still circles. Your left hand replaces the right on his dick, right hand moving down to cup his balls. “Shit..” He hisses out. “Haven’t done this in a while baby, not gonna last long at all.” He confesses but men coming fast had always been something that excited you, so you got to work. Your head dipped lower, taking more of him in your mouth while hollowing your cheeks, creating a dangerous suction on him. Your pace was steady as he moaned. “Yea baby, just like that…mmm fuck.” He was a talker and you loved it. You took him out of your mouth, moving down to his balls instead. You sucked on them as your hands worked his shaft. He was breathing rapidly. “I’m gonna cum baby….ohh fuck baby don’t stop.” You immediately moved your mouth back to his tip, sucking every drop of cum from him, not letting any go to waste. You can feel his thighs clenching next to yours. When you're confident that he was done spewing, you swallow it down happily and smile up at him. 

“You’re a dream, you know that? So fucking perfect for me.” He sighs in content as you crawl up to lay on his chest. “You really believe that?” You ask. “I really believe it, y/n. Haven’t felt this way in a long time..” You didn’t want to ask him what that meant, he would tell you eventually. “You wanna stay here tonight?” You look around, seeing the time on the digital alarm clock he had on a bedside table. It read 11:30pm. “Yea, if that’s okay.” You didn’t want to inconvenience him, even if he’s the one who asked. “More than okay sweet girl.” 

The two of you took a quick shower together, the main goal was to get clean so you could hit the hay. Hugh strayed from that a little bit at the sight of your boobs, which he hadn’t seen fully during the fun you had earlier. He gave them small kisses, worshiping them as you washed your hair. He gave you a shirt to sleep in and you opted to go commando, not wanting to put your dirty underwear back on- Hugh didn’t complain about this. His own pajamas being his boxers and nothing else. The two of you laid in Hugh’s bed, you cuddled on his side running your fingers through the hair on his chest. A silence fell over the room, sleep creeping its way in.

thank you for reading!

part six

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Softening Armor

I am so tired, but I have dedicated myself to one fic a day (૭ ｡•̀ ᵕ •́｡ )૭ so eat well my children!!!

Disclaimer: This is like an everyone-is-alive au? The official trailers......I just can't .·°՞(っ-ᯅ-ς)՞°·. I need everyone to be in a place where they are happy. So they're all demigods but WITHOUT the fighting or trauma. Take it as a uhhh......succession kinda thingy like Janus did with Tribios where they just gave their coreflame to her. Now enjoy!!! (๑>؂•̀๑)

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The halls echoed the clanging from the new king's armor. Yet he remained careful as to not make too much noise, lest it awoke his beloved that rested in the royal chambers.

He made his way to his wife-now his queen-to come cuddle sleep together with his wife. The female Kremnoan solider whom he positioned as his wife's personal guard looked up as she took him in, carefully analyzing him to make sure it was him and not some doppelgänger who was on his way to assassinate their benevolent queen.

Once she confirmed it was their revered king, she bowed as she allowed him to pass through the doors.

"Is the queen asleep?" he demanded.

"She had retired to the chambers moments ago, your Majesty. She had also ordered for a change of clothes, and I haven't heard from her since."

He hummed in acknowledgement as he crossed the guard to step into his and his queen's shared space.

He walked past the small study and library he had built upon the insistence of his queen, a tranquil haven for the both of them.

As he entered the bedroom, his shoulders visibly relaxed from the tense posture they were in the whole day.

There she was, bundled in layers of blankets and pillows. His beloved queen.

He approached side gently and quietly, despite knowing his wife would sleep even if Nikador were to be reborn and wreck havoc onto Castrum Kremnos and Okhema again.

He removed one of his gauntlets to pet her soft hair, gently moving them away from her face. He didn't dare to rouse her from her rest, knowing she was the one handling all internal affairs of the city.

If he doesn't wake her up now, she would get angry at him tomorrow for not letting her know when he has arrived. How could he, when she slept like an earth-bound angel? (albeit, drooling a bit perhaps due to her deep sleep)

Alas his wish to let his wife sleep more was shattered as her eyes fluttered open, her drowsy gaze falling on his imposing figure.

"You're back." She drawled on, barely getting the words past her yawn.

Times like these is then Mydei has an uncontrollable urge to take her cheeks and squish them as hard as he could. Of course, he wouldn't hurt her, although the urge to squeeze her to show her how much he adored her was ever present.

"Are you having cuteness aggression towards your own wife, Mydei?" Aglaea asks him as she measures his arm for a new pair of gauntlets. "Tch, we do not have that word in the Kremnoan language," he casually brushed it aside, "also it is not I who is at fault here, it completely her fault for being........" "Irresistible?" the demigod of Romance chuckled as she amuses herself with teasing the new demigod of Strife. Tribbie, who's nearby, peeks their head in the fitting room, their mouth full of the apple tarts Mydei had just cooked for them as a reward. "Oh De~" they say, "You cannot possibly hide your affections in front of the literal god of Romance!!"

His queen emerges from her blanket cocoon, immediately crawling into his arms to seek the lost warmth from the blankets. "You came earlier than expected, I would've asked the maids to-"

He shushed her with his bare hand as he used his teeth to undo the straps off of his other one. His armor was custom built, and strong. Aglaea made sure it was as comfortable as it was sturdy. He was grateful for it, of course.

Although, in times like these, all he wished is that she had made them more easy to remove.

He dropped the other gauntlet to the floor of their bedroom, now using both his hands to steady his wife onto his lap with both his hands now.

"i am back from war, Wife. Will you not be so kind as to reward me with your presence?"

A partially asleep you looks at him, still wondering whether this was your Mydei, your king, or a dream you had decided to indulge in due to missing him so much.

As if hearing your thoughts, the King of Kremnos tightened his grip on your waist, snapping you out of your daze.

"I requested a reward from you, my Queen." He claimed as he moved you closer to his broad chest.

"Mhm. Heard you." You said as your voice muffled into his chest. "i am just....very sleepy to fulfill your wish at the moment Mydei."

Realizing this wasn't the moment to get coddled, or coddle his own wife, he pushed her away from his chest, kissing her lips gently.

'The word coddle doesn't exist in the Kremnoan Dictionary' he had to remind himself. But who cared what the Dictionary contained?

He pulled away, softly pecking your lips again. "Alright then," he whispered, rubbing at your arms to warm them where they were exposed to the nightly chill, "I shall settle with this for now. Although, you must promise that you will accompany me to breakfast tomorrow and take the day off."

"Mhm, I promise. Just......let's sleep now. I missed you." You mumbled as Mydei tried to get both of you back onto your blanket cocoon.

With a brief kiss to your lips, and a peck to your temple, he gathered you in his arms, surrounding you in his warmth, scent, strength and his everthing.

Mydei didn't say a word of how he missed you. But the way he had removed his armor and embraced your form tightly, as if even the nightmares of his subconscious would steal you away, spoke a thousand.

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I am so so so eepy and tired, realizing I might've self-projected here, but what gal ain't eepy and tired (っ˕ -｡)ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 However I refuse to sleep without uploading something ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

I will take tomorrow off my elves, I have a test to study for ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! I WILL be back to writing as soon as I can though!! So keep em requests coming!!

Not beta read. I am running on pure caffeine and sheer willpower rn ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

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[for-your-modesty-dude]

Little Miss Tutor

A/N: Hey hey! I haven't been around for awhile, mostly because I've been doing a deep clean of everything I own. Some early spring cleaning, if you will. But this idea actually came from a journal I used to write in when I was in high school (which makes the journal easily a decade old... no comment.) and as I saw this concept written in there, I thought this was so perfectly Eddie. I hope you enjoy it! It's just some fluff, friends to lovers stuff. For the record - I believe Eddie and reader are both in early-to-mid twenties here. R has already been out of college, so they're not college roommates. Just normal roommates, and Eddie is also trying to get himself through college while he works his job. Not necessarily relevant to the actual story, but there's some lore that stays stuck in my brain LOL. I'm the queen of backstories, no matter how short the blurb. - Hy

Summary: You’re roommates with Eddie and he's trying to get through college years later than most students. You’re also secretly deeply in love with him. But that feels inappropriate to share.

Warnings: uhhh... none I can think of. This is just a fluffy blurb.

Word Count: ~1k

It was late at night, maybe 2 in the morning, when you woke up cold and thirsty. You pulled on a pair of your fuzziest socks before padding down the steps into the kitchen for a glass of water. You were so exhausted and set on getting your water that you missed the wide open bedroom door on your way down, but not so exhausted that you missed it on your way back to your room. You peered in to find your roommate Eddie awake at his desk, hair disheveled and in his favorite pajamas.

“Eddie?” You whispered, shuffling into the room. “What the hell are you doing still up?”

His head snapped up and he swiveled around in his desk chair. “Hey, sweetheart,” he gave you a sleepy smile, “I’m just finishing up, actually. Was going through my notes for tomorrow. What are you doing up?”

You couldn’t answer him because of the breath caught in your throat. Sure, you’d always liked the guy, but in his baggy old pajamas, mussed up curls, and sleepy voice, it was taking all of your self control not to give your crush away by throwing your arms around him and kissing him right then and there. It was only when he cocked an eyebrow and called your name that you came back to life and answered him. 

“Sorry,” you snapped out of your trance with a blush, “I’m just going back to my room, I was getting a glass of water.” You put a hand on your hip and pursed your lips, “you need to get some rest, Eddie.” 

The boy ran a hand through his hair, only messing it up further. “Yeah, I know. But I really need to pass this exam tomorrow.”

“You’ve been studying for days, hon. Besides, what have I told you before?” You asked him with playful lilt in your voice, and he groaned. 

“‘Your brain doesn’t store information properly if you don’t get a good night’s sleep,’” he quoted with a groan and a deep sigh, before he stood and stretched. You were still looking at him like a mother scolding their small child, which made him chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, little miss tutor.”

“Excuse me if I happen to know what I’m talking about,” you pouted. 

“Sure,” he nodded, casually striding past you to close the door, flicking the lights off. You gave him a confused look in the darkness, before he approached you and swiftly threw you over his shoulder. You let out an indignant squeak, but tried to keep from blushing too hard despite the darkness. 

“Edward Munson! Just what do you think you’re doing!” You asked him, smacking his back lightly.

“You’re the expert, right?” He tossed you down onto his bed, “then help me sleep.”

You were never more grateful for the darkness, as it masked your wide eyes and deep crimson cheeks. 

“Um- o-okay?” You managed. He got under the covers next to you, and just turned to face you. You stared back at him, heart pounding.

“So,” he started, but was cut off by a yawn, “what do you suggest? For the best night of sleep, I mean.”

“I-I-” he’d caught you so off guard, you barely knew your own name, much less how to help him sleep. “I don’t know.”

“Mkay,” he hummed, “then I’ll try my own way.” He put an arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest, tangling his legs with yours. “I’m gonna take a guess and say that like this, I’ll get an amazing night’s sleep.” 

Despite your nerves, you seemed to relax at the proximity, allowing yourself to melt into his embrace. “I know I will,” you mumbled. He smiled to himself, and by the time you’d fully gotten comfortable against him, he was sound asleep. 

The next morning, he woke up before his alarm, feeling incredibly well rested. He felt a warmth against his chest and remembered what he’d done the night before, his eyes going wide. He looked down to find you asleep peacefully against him, and decided he didn’t regret what he’d done - no matter the consequences. Sure, he was terrified that you might catch onto his massive crush on you and let him down easy, but it had been worth it. In the middle of his overthinking, you stirred. 

Your eyelids fluttered open slowly and you nearly jumped out of your own skin when you realized where you were. “G-good morning,” you managed to stutter out.

“Good morning,” he rasped back, sending shivers down your spine. He felt your body react and didn’t think anything of it besides that you might be cold, so he pulled the blankets further up around the both of you. “That was easily the best sleep I’ve had in a very long time, didja know that?” You shook your head at him. “Well, it was.”

“Me too,” you told him. 

“I like waking up like this,” he commented. “Only one thing could make it better.” You looked up at him, contemplating for a moment before deciding to be bold - cupping his cheeks and pulling his face down so you could kiss him. He gladly let you do so, only pulling back to take in some air. 

“That- that was the one thing, yeah,” his voice cracked. He calmed his nerves a moment before leaning back down to kiss you this time, more prepared. This time, when he pulled back, he was grinning from ear to ear. “You know what? I think I’m gonna nail this exam later. And as a reward, I think you should let me take you on a date.”

“Yeah, Munson,” you grinned back at him, “I think I can agree to those terms.”

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ashes – day 144 (1)

author's note: uhhh i wrote and posted this before the actual game... so this is winner!jack, i also have another version posted here..... sorry and bye

you knew jack was a good hockey player. you knew he was capable of doing great things; you knew he could win any game he wanted to if he played as well as he could.

and yet, you were surprised to get the call from him inviting you to come watch him play the final game of the four nations tournament.

not that you were surprised he was in the finals, per se. you knew most of the hockey experts, and jack himself, had called the us team as the favorites for the tournament. but you and jack hadn't even discussed beforehand if you wanted to, or could, come watch him play.

i need you there, he had whispered into your phone after his win against sweden on monday. knowing you're in the stands cheering for me always makes me feel much better.

so, thursday morning, you got on the plane to boston. you were only able to see jack for a few moments after his morning skate – just enough time to hug and kiss his cheek and wish him luck – before he had to leave for media duties and whatnot before the finals. the time off gave you time to check into your hotel and get ready for the long night ahead.

and possibly try to calm your nerves a little, too.

not only were you nervous about the game itself, but mostly everything going on around it. jack had made sure that your name was written on some list to a special box in the arena for the players' families, and just the thought of interacting with so many new people left you a little nauseous. you'd just gotten used to being around the wives and girlfriends of the devils, but jack had no teammates with him in the national team.

it didn't help that your first interaction with anyone in the box was colliding with a woman about a minute after walking inside.

"i'm so sorry-" you said instantly, even though it was mostly her own fault for walking backwards without looking where she was going.

"no worries, dear!" she exclaimed, lifting her glass of champagne to her lips as she gazed over you. "well, aren't you just a doll! so sweet i think i could eat you up." she sent you a wink. "i see why jack would fall for you."

this caught your attention. "oh, you know jack?" you asked, eyebrows raising slightly. how did she know you were here with him?

"of course! we used to date. almost a year, but who counts, right?" the laugh she lets out felt strangely forced, yet you accepted the hand that she held out to you. "i'm stacy, i'm sure he's told you about me."

not once, actually. was it because she didn't mean much to him, or because he was hiding something? if they were together for that long, surely it had to mean something to him?

just like she hadn't left you room to introduce yourself earlier, she now started talking again before you could answer her question. "how are you enjoying being with jack, dear? it must be exhausting being with someone so obsessive!"

obsessive?

"he used to be glued to my side, he wanted me with him everywhere," she said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "he used to call me the day before his games, all 'i need you to come to seattle tomorrow and watch me play'. so cute but so…" she paused to search her brain for a specific word. "tiring."

if you had to use a thousand words to describe your relationship with jack, not one would even be something close to the word tiring.

"and, obviously, the sex was explosive. but i'm sure i don't need to tell you that, darling," she laughed, adding a little wink in there for good measure.

when jack called you this morning, you never could've guessed that you'd be standing here discussing your sex life with his ex girlfriend.

there was something so… uncanny about her. you found yourself wondering how in the world jack could have gone out with someone so shallow and flaky – and why he was so different with you than her? was it because of him, or because of you?

the only good thing about this new "friend" of yours (one you hoped you never had to see again after today) was the fact that she had no issues dragging you around with her and showing you around. when the game finally started, she helped you find where to sit and watch; and during the breaks, she brought you with her to get drinks and snacks to refill your energy.

when the game finally ended, after longer than the other games you'd attended, you stood up in the box to watch jack and his teammates receive their gold medals. you had assumed you'd just get to see him later, when he was done celebrating with his team – but yet again, stacy had grabbed your wrist and dragged you along with her down to the ice, despite your initial refusal.

you and stacy were far from the only people who had made their way down to the ice to celebrate with their loved ones. stacy ran off to find her boyfriend, brody or brady or brock or zach, and left you all alone by the door leading out to the ice. you couldn't see jack anywhere between the pile of crying wives and excited children – maybe this was a bad idea? maybe he'd already left the ice and returned to his changing room, since you hadn't made any plans to meet here? maybe he was chatting to someone he found more interesting than you? maybe he was hoping you wouldn't be there?

just as you were about to turn around and hurry away before anyone noticed you, a familiar voice called your name, and it was like everything else quieted down; the whole world around you disappeared, and the only important thing to ever exist was now skating towards you.

"hello, champion," you said when he stood before you, unable to stop a smile from breaking free on your face.

he offered you a hand, helping you step onto the ice with him, and then he pulled you into his arms and swept you off your feet. your arms draped around his neck, sweet laughter slipping from your lips as he spun around in a circle. "i didn't know you'd come down here!" he exclaimed, giving you one final squeeze before setting you back on the ice.

"i wanted to surprise you." your hands slid down to rest atop his shoulder guards as you took him in. the massive grin on his lips, his cheeks still flushed from the game, the tips of his curls sticking out from under his winner's cap – and the gold medal around his neck.

there has never been a more perfect sight, you decided.

"was that stacy you came down with?" jack's hands found your waist, his eyebrows raised as he looked down at you. you had almost been worried that he would be upset or mad about you meeting her – as if he had something to hide, perhaps – but he was still smiling. probably the high of the win still present in him.

"we can talk about that later," you told him. "now, i want to talk about how good you were. and how good you look in your gold medal."

"no need to boost my ego," he said, swatting a dismissive hand in the air.

"i'll boost your ego as much as i want to!"

he tugged you a little closer, your hips brushing up against his. "you'll come celebrate with me tonight, though, right?"

you silently studied his expression for a while – for someone so sure of himself, someone who had just won a tournament this big, he looked almost scared that you'd say no.

like you'd ever find it in yourself to say no to his pretty, brown eyes.

"of course. there's nothing i'd rather do."

[wishfulsketching]

So. That was Arcane. As a whole.

Best episode of the season was episode 7. I might be a bit biased thanks to Silco and Vander living it up as their older selves but also, Ekko is truly the mvp of the show.

I hmm. Well. Victor. I see what was going on there. I see the vision. I loved lot of it. I had the sudden realizations of "that's Victor, right" before it happened....dude looked more like Jesus than ever before too. But uhh. Hmm. Hmm. There is like a chapter missing between s1 and s2 with Victor. Or more like mid season 2 chapter. Love my boy still. I did not care for his Machine Herald look. I liked the idea of the face being split. It hmm. I feel like they said, instead of showed, a lot with Victor this season.

My controversial opinion: Isha was unnecessary. The black rose mage stuff was unnecessary. Same end result could've been achieved with other means. Vi was just there to experience things and be sad. Jinx can't have shit and should suffer all the time, I guess.

BUT

Nice

My man was a positive voice for Jinx. Uhhh in a way. Kinda made her go suicidal but like, he was trying. He is always trying. Even after death. Maybe after his hallucination talk people will understand that Silco wasn't just a evil dude with evil things to do, he was as trapped as everyone else in Zaun and wanted to break free.

Tho, I doubt it. The main enemy in Arcane is the class divide. In my eyes.

I do love the exploration of Hextech and how using magic in a technological way can be super dangerous and fuck shit up. I wanted to see that. And I did see that in season 1, when Jayce realizes how dangerous the hextech weapons are! Exploring the time loop and how abstract magic is, was great! I just.

I love this show. Very much. Season 1, no notes. It's made for me.

Season 2 seems like a people pleaser. And I am pleased! Yet I also wanted something different.

I am still happy because I got my vindication. Zaundads is canon, fuck yeah! No man looks at another man like that and is not in love with them!

I loved that they kept that Vander still tried to kill Silco. Silco went "yea ok that ass too good to quit. What is little murder between lovers, anyway. Come here bby"

Only thing. Silco should've interacted with Jinx in the alternative timeline. A simple "you look beautiful" when she has her entrance or "hey here's snack have fun building whatever you guys are building. Don't make too much noise, your father and I need to get up early tomorrow ok bye bye my perfect little genius"