#that and the last one because that's when I finally had a good idea how to draw this guy

[captain-huggy-bear]

Had an idea: Okay but Keller writing your initials on the tape of his stick and Sarah asks him about it. Not my favourite execution of it, not sure how I feel about it but here you go anyway. Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

He's not the biggest fan of doing media, he does it because he's captain and it's expected. The exception to the rule is mini-mic. Maybe he doesn't want to spend hours on it, but the questions are funny and he likes making jabs at the boys. It's the only reason he doesn't mind so much when Sarah catches him as he's getting his gear on for practice, mini mic in hand.

The first few questions are fun, hypotheticals, the sort of thing that Cools and Doaner would respond to be with 'King' or 'King's cats'. Nothing too deep or serious, stuff Clayton barely has to think about as he ties his skates.

"Clayton, one final question before I let you go, what do the letters on your tape job stand for? Is that reminder to do something or a sentimental thing?" Sarah pushes the mini mic back to him and Clayton can't help it really, can't help that way his smile grows even when having a mini mic and a camera shoved into his face....because the question is ultimately about you and he loves talking about you, almost as much as he loves you.

"These?" He's pulling his stick forward without being asked, showing off the 3 little letters on the tape of his stick near the top, showing it off to the camera like it's a trophy.

"Uh, my girlfriend's initials. She's my good luck charm so this way she's always with me." The way Sarah awws over him while he smiles down at the initials, a letter for each of your first, middle, and last names, has him turning beet red. Flushing brightly because he's the Captain and here he is gushing over having his girlfriend's initials on his stick.

It's Cooley who chimes in as he walks past with a towel around his neck, a wide grin as he pokes fun at Clayton, "Cause he's whipped!" Like Cooley can even talk. He can talk when he's not single as fuck and complaining about it every time he gets drunk.

"Hey, hey! You would be too if you were dating my girlfriend!" Clayton might be whipped, smitten, enamoured, infatuated. Whatever you want to call it, but he'll never be ashamed of it. Fuck, he loves you so much that it's actually scary sometimes. It doesn't matter that he's red in the face, that Sarah's grinning at him with the mini mic still picking up every word he says or that this is definitely going on the Utah Hockey Club tiktok later. All that matters is that he's not going to hide how he feels about his girl. Ever.

"He's got a fair point there, Cools." Kess throws his two cent in, shoving Cools out the way to get to his locker section.

"You saying you have the hots for the Captain's girl?" Cooley gets the biggest shit eating grin on his face at the way Kess flounders, face dropping in horror because shit, he's not trying to hit on his Captain's girlfriend, he doesn't want to die. He's seen how protective Clay gets of you and he doesn't want a hand around his throat (if Kells can reach him without a step ladder that is).

"No! No! Kells, i'd never-"

"Are you saying my girlfriend isn't hot?"

Kess literally freezes, stuck between a rock and a hard place. Not knowing which was the better option, saying Clayton's girlfriend was indeed hot in an effort not to offend, but upsetting Clayton anyway or saying that she wasn't and risk having the Captain still upset with him.

It's the way Clay laughs at him that has Michael nervously laughing back, shoulders relaxing a little, body unfreezing because of course...Kells is joking with him. Of course he's not serious...

Until he is. Until Clay's face drops into a glare, lips pursed tight and eyes narrowing on Kess like he's contemplating 1001 ways to dismantle him.

"But seriously, don't think about my girlfriend like that."

"Aye, aye, Captain. Whatever you say, boss!"

It's Sarah that breaks the moment, grinning at him still as she holds that mini mic in Clay's face because this might be the most entertainment she's had in a while. She loves working with the Utah boys, but this? This is something else.

"You were saying about your girlfriend?"

"Oh, um...y'know she's just good luck, y'know? First game she came to was a win, so I just...I feel better if she's with me on the road." Clay's hand reaches for the back of his neck, rubbing at it nervously. He's back to flushing red, a hand gripping the tape of his stick tightly, thumb unconsciously smoothing over your initials like he does with the back of your hand.

"Does she know her initials are on your stick? That you're such a soppy romantic?" Sarah's already thinking up at least 3 or 4 more video ideas for Clay on the topic especially as Valentine's day gets nearer and nearer.

"No and maybe? I guess she'll find out now though."

"Oh, she definitely will when this goes on the tiktok channel. 100k followers and she's one."

He groans even as he grins because he knows...God, he knows the internet is going to love this one but he can't find it in him to be ashamed or care that much. He's going to love you unashamedly even if that means the internet makes fun of him for it, especially because he knows he's definitely going to get a kiss out of it once you find out. Maybe 3, maybe even 5.

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

I love that you are writing for Dr. Abbott! 🩵

Can I pretty please request him with a younger reader like mid 20’s (or just the general idea of an age gap because I love me an old man) where he finds out he’s her emergency contact. He’s obviously older & he thinks she should pick someone her age instead in case something happens to him but he’s the only one she wants in every part of her life and reassures him. I hope that makes sense & isn’t too lame!

Not lame!! Loves an older man!!! They can be so sexyyyyy!!

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Pairing: Dr Jack Abbott x MedStudent!Reader

Summary: Dr. Jack Abbott isn’t a man who lets his guard down easily. He’s precise. Composed. Rational. But when he finds out you — bright, mid-20s, and entirely too stubborn for your own good — listed him as your emergency contact, something in him unravels. Not because he doesn’t care. But because he cares too much.

He didn’t mean to see it.

You left your chart open on the counter when you got called away to Imaging, and Jack just needed the last lab values to sign off on your pre-op clearance.

He scrolled. Found what he needed. And then his eyes caught on something else.

Emergency Contact: Dr. Jack Abbott Relationship: Personal

His brow furrowed. Personal. Not “supervisor.” Not “colleague.” Just… personal.

He didn’t say anything right away. Didn’t bring it up that day, or the next, or even the one after that. But it stuck.

Because he knew he was older. Knew people talked. Knew that in some ways, he’d always have a foot out of the world you were still building for yourself. And part of him had convinced himself that was good. Safe.

But seeing his name there, in black and white, in a space reserved for the one person you trust when everything goes wrong—It scared the hell out of him.

He finally brought it up when you were sitting in his office after hours, half-eaten takeout between you, the city lights bleeding through the window.

You were cross-legged in his chair, scrolling through your phone and humming under your breath when he said, quietly—

“You should change your emergency contact.”

You blinked. “What?”

He kept his eyes on the food. “I saw it. On your chart. The other day.”

You tilted your head. “Okay… and?”

“I just think,” he said, voice too even, too careful, “you should pick someone closer to your age. Someone who’ll be around for a long time. Just in case.”

You stared at him. Slowly put your phone down.

“Jack.”

“I’m not saying it to be dramatic—”

“No, you’re saying it because you’re afraid,” you said, soft but sure. “That you’re not enough. Or not right. Because of the age difference. Because you think I should want someone who can run a marathon with me or go to brunch with my college friends.”

He didn’t deny it. Didn’t look at you.

You stood up, walked around the desk, and sat on the edge in front of him. Your voice was quieter now.

“You’re the one I call when I have a bad day. When I’m scared. When I don’t know if I can do this.”

He looked up at that, meeting your eyes.

You shrugged, small and honest. “Why wouldn’t I want the person I love to be the one who’s called if something happens to me?” The word love hit him like a sucker punch.

“I don’t care how old you are, Jack,” you said. “I care that you’re you.”

He swallowed. “It’s not that simple.”

“Yeah,” you said gently. “It is.”

He leaned back in his chair, exhaling like he’d been holding it in for days. Maybe he had.

You slid your hand into his, thumb brushing his knuckles. “You’re not temporary, Jack. You’re not just the for now part of my life. You’re the forever part.”

Silence.

Then—“I’m not going to live forever,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“No one does,” you replied. “But you’re here now. And that’s who I want.”

He looked at you for a long time after that. Like he was trying to find the cracks in your certainty. But there weren’t any. There never had been.

And finally, quietly—He squeezed your hand and didn’t let go.

[cinnamongrl2006]

Ferrari driver!Jason Todd x Journalist!Reader⋅ ౨ৎ  ‧₊ .ᐟ 

a/n: my idea is to make a part two of this with smut if this one does well. Also, thank you guys so much for the support!

warnings: Reader's appearance is not described but she is referred to as a woman, idk not much else?

Summary: It's your first weekend working at a f1 paddock and you interview Jason after a bad race.

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It was your first weekend in the formula one paddock after your internship at a newspaper. It was the first weekend you had an actual grown up job, the first weekend you couldn't fuck up. It was just your luck that you'd been selected to interview Ferrari driver!Jason Todd after his race.

Ferrari driver!Jason Todd had a very bad race, his pit stop lasted a second longer than it should've, his engineer called for team orders and he finished right outside the podium. If he'd overtaken his teammate at some point he'd be standing there, covered in champagne with a trophy in his hands and a medal around his neck.

But instead he pads over to the post race interviews, hair tousled from the helmet, pupils blown wide. His assistant steers him towards a reporter and he braces himself for the same sour, intruding questions as always. He doesn't look up from his hands, fidgeting with his watch and bracelets.

Ferrari driver!Jason Todd who is known to have a temper after a tough race, which unnerved you.

"Good morning, mr. Todd!" You greeted him with a poster smile and introduced yourself, stretching out a hand towards him. He shook your hand and straightened up in front of the camera readying for the turmoil to come.

"How was the race?" You asked, glancing down at your notes and back up, meeting his gaze. He grumbled under his breath but answered politely.

"We had a good start, getting both cars in the podium— I honestly think we could've won the race, or at the least get both cars in the podium, but...strategy is what it is. You win some, you lose some. We'll keep pushing."

You nod in acknowledgement.

"How do you mentally process the difference between a race well won and a race narrowly lost? Do you see it as a lesson, motivation or something else entirely?" You breathed as you pushed your microphone towards him.

Oh. He thought. That's a fucking good question. It wasn't the type of question the hours of Ferrari media training taught him to answer or deflect, it was different. It let him think.

Ferrari driver!Jason Todd is taken aback by your question. Your words cut through his foggy, scrambled mind like a block of butter. He opens his mouth as if to answer but he just sighs and closes it again.

He regards you with curiosity for a second before finally answering, "Well, to be fairly honest it depends on the race; it's not the same to finish fourth in a championship opener than after getting p1 the race before..." He hummed. "Yeah, I guess I do see it as motivation, us athletes need to strive to be better, that's how we make a living." He fucking winks at you.

You blink, startled, before laughing it off awkwardly.

You don't have time to process what's happening before Ferrari driver!Jason Todd is pushed away from you and onto another journalist. In the same manner, a short Japanese driver is shoved towards you, quickly.

Your eyes don't linger too much on Jason, and that's a shame, because you don't notice how his eyes stay glued onto you, how his gaze, so sharp, so blue, could cut a hole through your skull.

Ferrari driver!Jason Todd is not smitten, that's for teenagers. He's not blushing at a complete stranger who is not even looking in his general direction; or so he tells himself.

It takes him a persuasive phone call with Roy to muster up the courage to ask you out on a date.

Ferrari driver!Jason Todd runs into you in the hotel lobby (it's not like he's been pacing around it for the last hour) and invites you over to dinner with his friends. When you ask him why he grumbles a little and admits he was rude to you.

"You asked a good question, our time was cut short." He says, matter-of-factly.

"Well, yes, but—"

"I also think you're beautiful, is that good enough a reason?" He asks, leaning down closer to you.

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[erinwantstowrite]

what do you like to hc about tim drakes childhood? like I remember you mentioning something about him stalking the bats at night being fun (I think) but what about his parents and stuff? And like just tim hc in general I guess:)

i loooove the hc that tim was stalking the bats as a kid. Mostly because it's funny as hell, and that it makes sense for his character. With how he shows up in their lives, i wouldn't doubt that he had been watching them or keeping tabs on them somehow.

HOWEVER... I'm gonna be a little controversial... I don't like his parents being majorly abusive towards him. For starters, it's not canon and feels like a cop out sometimes for the way Tim is. He is a freaky little genius, and he's just Like That. I honestly don't think his parents had much imput on that part of his behavior. He just turned out Like That.

But!!! I also recognize that Tim was, in fact, abused. It was a while back and so i don't remember exactly which comic it was, but i'm pretty sure at some point after his mother's death, Tim and Jack started getting into arguments a lot and it felt pretty emotionally abusive with how Jack acted. And in canon, the fact that Tim was able to get away with like, literally everything he did, is because I imagine his parents weren't keeping an eye on him

That's not to say he wasn't taken care of- Tim had friends, he went to a boarding school (at least i'm pretty sure he did), he regularly interacted with people and he wasn't physically neglected in any way. Emotionally? That's where Tim wasn't getting his needs met. They were gone a lot for their archaeology studies and etc, and so I hc that Jack and Janet really only had a kid because they felt like it was the most natural progression for their marriage, not because they truly wanted one. They love Tim, don't get me wrong, but they were pretty distant with that love.

I also hc that Janet was closer to him before she died. I think her having health problems and being tired a lot would make it harder for her to connect with Tim when she's actually home, but she would make an effort and keep an eye on how he's doing at school and with his friends. She has the healthier relationship with him, but Tim might not know if it's because she was that good, or if it was because she was never around to have fights with.

Jack also loves Tim (as evidenced by the fact that when Jack is finally seeing Tim on a daily basis, he takes notes of Tim's behavior and schedule, and he figures out Tim's identity as Robin. AND the fact that he sent a search party for Tim during that time Gotham was blocked off from the rest of the world and etc). I also think he takes pride in the fact that Tim is so smart and good with people. But I give him that flavor of father that doesn't exactly know how to put that into words or actions, and just expects Tim to know it. There's also the fact that when Jack was alive, there was some emotionally manipulative conversations about Robin, Tim's life, etc. Jack might have been doing these things as a scared parent and wasn't aware that this was what he was doing, but it was in fact still pretty fucked up and I'm sure it left a lasting mark on Tim

So in Tim's eyes, they never really talk about "I love you" and stuff, because his parents didn't really feel the need to say it out loud. I think they're not the mushy type or overtly affectionate.

But, you know. Tim's a kid. And as smart as he is (we'll get to that in a second), a kid who doesn't hear "I love you" often might... wonder. Because they're never home and he's always at school, and he only really gets validation from them when he excels at school or with higher society. (I'm pretty sure in the comics, Tim wasn't as high society as fanon makes him out to be, but I like the idea of Tim being a little higher up there because it adds to that air of distance and reputation.) Him learning "I love you" means "I love you, but from over here", makes sense for how Tim is. He loves his people, but unless prompted to say it, he sort of assumes people get what he means, sometimes. Not all the time, because Tim has had interaction with friends (I'll say it again, fanon lovers: Tim has friends both as a vigilante AND as a civilian, he is not isolated from the world), he's not oblivious to the fact that sometimes it needs to be said. He's probably much better at it than his parents.

That goes to say, though, that I think Tim also isn't the type to delve really deep into his emotions. Not outwardly, anyway. He's just like his parents, after all. I'd think he HATES being vulnerable. ANY sort of expression of weakness or failure gets amplified in his mind and he takes that on like "I am now the worst." He sees his love for both friends and family as something to give, to offer, and likes being useful in that love. "I love you, from here, and loving from over here means I have to give things." I think he hates crying in front of people, and if Tim is crying in front of you it's either REALLY, REALLY bad, or he just trusts you THAT much. In the comics, Tim says that he doesn't know his worth outside of being Robin. (More proof DC needs to let him MOVE ON FROM ROBIN!!) He sees himself as being his most useful, and most cared about, and most able TO care about others, when he is Robin. That's why he's so confident in his role as Robin, why he told Jason (not a direct quote) "I actually am better than you, bitch" when they fought at Titan's Tower. Robin is the best of Tim, someone who can't make failures, who was taught by Batman and seen as useful by people he respects a lot. (He also wouldn't dare make any besmirch on Robin's name for Dick's sake. Because that's his hero and big brother.)

And now to get to how smart Tim is, and why I love the hc that he stalked the Bats as a kid so much:

All of these headcanons for his family history helps fit into the most canon version of Tim, imo, and doesn't dull the fact that Tim is clever as hell. Tim was neglected by his parents, for sure. But he still was watched. He had supervision, they have rules at these boarding schools. Tim is the type to get around those rules and sneak out whenever he wants. Maybe it started as something to do to get his parents attention, but no one ever caught him because Tim was so good at escaping. And then he starts seeing the Bats and the hobby evolves from there. He goes Batwatching and no one at school is any the wiser about it. He gets photos and knows their patrol routes, he gets good at parkouring around Gotham and ups his stamina (I think while Tim might not be the strongest or the most flexible of the Bats, he'd the one with the most stamina and therefore, is the fastest fo them). No one even suspecting that Tim is gone at night, especially at a pricey boarding school with security and probably someone in charge of making sure kids at the dorms aren't doing anything stupid, makes Tim look a lot more clever and sneaky than a kid who just has to get around a camera at his family home.

And if you personally like Tim being at home more than at a school, and he actually is neighbors with the Waynes and therefore would have a pretty big house, his parents would 1000% have staff at the house. Bruce Wayne is strange for having only ONE staff member, Alfred, for a manor. The Drakes are well off CEOs that get to gallivanting around the world for their hobby, they know how to hire a whole bunch of people to take care of the big house they bought and "modernized." For large houses like that, you definitely need more than one person keeping an eye on it. So in this case, yeah, Tim would also be very clever to get around someone there at the house where there entire purpose for being there is watching the kid.

Tim stalking the Bats also just... Makes sense. Because I think Tim 1) broke into Titan's Tower BEFORE ever meeting Dick, 2) found out where Dick lives and met Kori there who was like "What???" 3) knew where the circus was when Dick went there to visit and investigate it, 4) figured out their identities in the first place. People often forget that with detective characters, you're gonna have one of their biggest traits be curiosity. You're telling me a really smart kid just found out the identities of Batman and Robin and he did nothing about that information until later? Baloney! For sure he was doing shit he wasn't supposed to! Tim Drake's biggest trait is also the fact that he has no self preservation instincts and is likely only still alive because 1) it'd disappoint/make Batman and Nightwing sad and 2) he's lucky as hell. Tim is a clever kid who likely thinks he's invicible based on survivor's bias or something like it. "Well of course I got out of that pickle, I'm not an idiot." Is probably his catchphrase

[lovrre]

|HAUNTED

Wally Clark x blk female reader

Word count: 6k.

Warnings: cursing, mentioned of death, smut, unprotected sex, a little bit of cock warming, slightly rough. And probably some other stuff

Summary: The ghost of Wally Clark has been stalking Y/N since she step foot inside of Split River High, his obsession only growing as the years went on. During her last year of high school Y/N finally gets to meet secret admirer…

Author note: I found this in my draft from early season one and haddd to finish it because it's so good, this is also like very season on Wally which isn’t that different but it’s differentt!. This wasn't supposed to be so long but now you understand why it took 8 years enjoy pookies.💋

Wally watched kids come in and go from that school year after year and had no interest. Until you, you had a presence that demanded attention, and he had no issue giving it to you. Your pretty face, smooth skin, and sweet laugh were enough to keep him intrigued for a lifetime. He knew you couldn’t see him, but he didn’t care, he’d follow you from the minute you walked on campus to the moment you went home. He’d read your friends' texts over their shoulder to see if you were still coming and if you were even a minute late.

Sometimes, when you’d fall asleep in the study hall, he’d sit next to you and play games on your phone and pretend you knew he existed. (He knew your password, of course). Sometimes he’d go through your messages and notes to get a better understanding of you. At first, he felt guilty, but then it became the highlight of his day. Seeing pictures of what you did outside of school and who you hung out with. What boys were you talking to too? He knew it was silly, but he got jealous every time he opened your phone to see you were texting your ex again.

“C’mon girl, what happened blocking his ass?” Wally mumbles, putting his feet up on the table in front of him. You mumble something like you can hear him and Wally sits quietly for a second, enjoying the fantasy.

It was a Friday and your best friend convinced you to keep her company at the football game as she cheered for her boyfriend. You usually didn’t come to games, but you weren’t opposed to it. You sat on the cold bleachers trying to concentrate on the game even though the cold ass air blowing in your face was making it almost impossible. Kat was getting you two hotdogs. So Wally decided to keep you company, (even though you couldn’t see him). During the game, your eyes drifted to a Wally Clark memorial on the scoreboard.

“Who’s Wally Clark?” You ask the empty seat next to you, forgetting Kat was away getting the hotdogs. When the words left your mouth, Wally felt like his heart dropped in his stomach. He didn’t know how to react. When you remember Kat left, you pull out your phone to Google. Wally looked over your shoulder into your phone intently as you searched for “Wally Clark Split River High School” in the Google search bar.

Wally couldn’t help but celebrate at just the idea of you knowing he even existed. He watched as he read an article with his least favorite picture in the upper right corner. “Aww…he was such a cutie,” you say, letting out a small sigh. “You think?” Wally asked with a big smile on his face, forgetting for a second you couldn’t hear or see him.

“That line was long as hell”, Kat says, waddling through the bleachers with two hotdogs in hand. “I told you to wait until half-time,” you say, taking a hotdog from her. “Then it would have been WORSE if that was even possible,” Kat says getting herself situated. “Probably,” you say slightly muffled taking a bite of your hotdog. Wally watches everything in awe, just happy he’s been acknowledged, and called cute. You finish chewing and wiping your face with a napkin Kat brought. “You ever heard of Wally Clark?” You ask, stuffing the napkin in your pocket. “The guy's name on the banner thingy?” Kat asks seconds away from stuffing her hotdog in her mouth. “Yeah, I just looked it up, he was a footballer player here in the 80s, he got tackled on the 5-yard line and broke his neck, died on the scene, ”

“ Technically I didn’t-“ Wally tries to cut in.

“-Damn,” Kat says, still muffled by the hotdog in her mouth. “I know, right? "He was a cutie too”, you say, showing Kat the picture of your phone. “DAMN”, Kat says, mouth still full. “Right?” You say, nodding with a smile of agreement. Wally sat behind him smiling ears at any of the other ghosts. He would look insane. “Rest in peace beautiful”, Kat says, finally swallowing her food, looking up at the sky, shaking her head from side to side. You laugh and do the same. “Ooo you should do one of your rituals and try and connect with him like you did with Lee,” Kat says, taking a sip of her drink.

“Hard pass,” you say, trying to return your focus on the game in front of you.

“Why not?” Wally and Kat say at the same time. “It worked, didn’t it? "You can have a hot ghost friend?” Kate says before taking another bite. “ Yes, but I don’t do that shit anymore, I get nightmares,” you say taking another bite of your food. “Welp, who’s winning ?” Kat says sitting back slightly returning her attention to the field. “I have no idea,” you say making the both of you laugh.

On Monday you stayed after school a little later to study. You only did three assignments before passing out like you usually did. Wally had been a bit busier so he didn’t have time to watch you as intently. As he usually did, but when he found you in the library, he pulled out the chair next to you and started doodling on the edge of your paper. Once he was bored with that, he picked up your phone and started his daily scroll. He scrolled through TikTok for a minute, then Instagram, and found nothing fascinating. Then he went to your camera roll and his heart dropped. There were pictures after pictures of him. You went on a deep dive after the game. Something about Wally felt familiar, you just wanted to know everything. You found out his mom was your neighbor and that you two even shared a birthday. You wonder if you were born at the same time as you were friends or if was he the dick jock type.

“Someone’s got a crush”, Wally says smugly, scrolling through the screenshot of him on your phone. You quickly jump out of your sleep like you’ve heard a loud noise. You jump back once your eyes land on Wally. “Can you see me?” Wally asks, unable to hide his excitement at the possibility. “Excuse me? "Is there any reason in particular you’re so fucking close to me WHILE I'm SLEEPING?” Wally tries to answer but just starts stuttering. He looks familiar to you, but you don’t know where you're from. “AND WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE MY PHONE,” you say, attempting to grab the phone outside his hand. Your hand goes straight through his palm like he’s not even there, and you try the same thing again. And suddenly it hits you, “the football player?” You say not even sure of yourself.

Wally gives a small nod the fear from your interaction seconds ago still on his face. “Oh, this is a dream” you smugly laying back on your seat. “No, I don’t think-“ Wally starts, but is cut off by you. “No, I have these sometimes when I get obsessed with something,” you say laying your head back on the table. “You’re obsessed with me?” Wally asked the big smile from earlier right back. “Obsessed is a big word,” you say putting your head down” A word that YOU used,” Wally says with a smirk.

“Doesn’t matter because this is a dream” you say, closing your eyes.

“It’s not”

“It is”

“It’s not!”

“It is!”

“ it. Is. not”

“Yes.it.is.”

“Are you OK sweetheart?” the librarian says, placing her hand on your shoulder. Suddenly, you become very aware of the fact that you have been yelling. “Yeah, sorry I was just trying to tell-“

“-Good, good because I overheard you talking to yourself. "I was worried you’d lose it”, she says with a small chuckle.

“Oh uh… I talk in my sleep sometimes, it’s terrible, eyes open and everything. "Thanks for checking up on me though,” you say with a tight-lipped smile, before beginning to quickly pack up your stuff, internally panicking. “Nice save”, Wally says when she finally leaves. You ignore him speedily, walking out of the library. 

“Hello? Y/n, can you still see me” You continue to ignore him walking to a hidden corner of the school. “HEY, HEY, HEY I know we got off on the wrong foot but don’t ignore me that’s brutal”. You quickly pull your phone out of your pocket holding it to your ear. “Hello?” You say almost embarrassed. “You know the phones off right?” Wally asks scrunching his face in confusion. “Yes dumass, I’m trying to not look completely insane,” you say trying to keep your voice down.

“Oh,” Wally says sounding a little defeated. “Sorry, I’m not trying to be a Dick, I’m just not trying to go back to a mental hospital,”

“You’ve been to the nut house before?” Wally asks lifting an eyebrow. “Yes, and nobody calls it that anymore,” you say walking down the hallway phone still to your ear. “Oh, my bad,” Wally says trying to keep up with you. “it’s ok you didn’t know,” you say checking the time on your phone. “Shit I gotta go,” you say walking a bit faster, “wait wait wait,” Wally says standing in front of you in an attempt to keep you from leaving. “I’ve been watching you since sophomore year, And I know how weird and crazy that sounds but you don’t know me I think I know you pretty well, And I don’t know if you know this but, “This” he gestures between the two of you.

”isn’t normal, This isn’t like an everyday occurrence, I haven’t spoken to a Living person since the 80s. So I’d like to talk to you before you run back home” Wally says speaking a mile a minute.

“Wally- Wally right?” You say slightly unsure. He nods “Well Wally, I’d love to, I really would but this just seems like it’s gonna end up with me on more medication than I’m already on or a 48-hour involuntary hold wearing grippy socks. I don’t know if you know this but TALKING to ghosts is also something that doesn’t happen every day, and quite frankly I don’t know if you are real or some hallucination, and I’d rather not find out.” You say walking away from him.

“Wait- let me prove it to you,” Wally says catching up to you.

“How will you do that?”

“Just follow me”

Wally runs ahead down the empty hallway and you follow him until you two stop in front of your now-empty history class. “Open it,” Wally says gesturing for you to turn the knob. You do and surprisingly it opens, you’re greeted by a dark empty classroom. “Why am I here again?” You ask Reaching for the light switch. “No, Don’t turn it on,” Wally says with his hand slightly outstretched. “The janitors walk past this room a lot and they’ll come and check if the lights are on, use your phone flashlight,” Wally says jumping up to sit on the teacher’s desk. “ok…” you respond with a nod and drop your hand from the light switch.

“How does this prove you're real again?” You ask turning on your phone flash. “Because I’ll tell you exactly what’s in Mr. Kankerys desk,” he gives it two hits to bring attention to the desk under him. “then you’ll check and if I’m right, which I will be, because I’m real, Dead, but real” Wally says with a chuckle,

“ok, what’s in the desk?” You ask walking a little closer to Wally. “ wait, Stay over there” Wally says jumping off the desk and opening the drawer. “Ok so…there’s a stapler on the left next to some color-full sticky notes and a blue calculator.

There are also a couple of old lady candies scattered around. “Ok, you’re turn,” Wally says moving from behind the desk. You walk behind the desk and open the drawer to see exactly everything Wally described. “shit…it’s all here” you mumble under your breath. “Is that a bad thing?” Wally asked confused by your reaction. “I don’t know…what if I saw what was in his desk while asking for help or something and just imagine you looking at I’m just talking to myself right now.” You say your words coming out a mile a minute. “We both know you haven’t walked up to Mr. Kankerys in at least 4 months,” Wally says stealing candy from his desk.

“Yeah…..Wait how do you know?” You ask scrunching your eyebrow in confusion before quickly remembering. “Oh yeah…that whole stalking me since Sophomore year thing,” you say walking from behind the desk. “Uhhhh I wouldn’t call it stalking, more like admiring from a distance…or sometimes not so distant,” Wally says walking slightly closer. “Oh!” You say surprised. “So You’ve been watching me sleep and stuff?” You ask slightly worried. “No, no, no,” Wally rushes out. “Nothing like that, I can’t even leave here”

“Like at all?” You ask walking out of the dark classroom. “Like at all,” Wally says following behind you. “So what happens when you try to leave?” You ask walking down the hallway to your locker. “I just poof back on the field where I died,” Wally says still walking behind you. “Damn…so what can you do,” you ask opening your locker. You lock eyes with a janitor at the end of the hall and he gives you a worried slash weirded-out experience. “Shit, I forgot,” you mumble pulling out your phone and placing it in the crook of your neck. “Sorry to say that again I couldn’t hear you,” you say desperately trying to look normal. He walks away but you keep the phone up to your ear.

“ to answer your question, not much, I can eat, I can interact with everything, but it just won’t change the living world. Like with your phone, I can pick it up on play on it but as soon as you leave with it, it leaves too” Wally says leaning against your locker as you stuff your book bag. “ OMG YOU WENT THROUGH MY PHONE TOO!” you yell almost dropping the phone from your shoulder. “Ummm” Wally hummums not knowing how to answer. “…yeah, but not like in a creepy way, like in an I’m bored I have nothing else to do way,” he says trying not to scare you off.

“Okkk….well it was nice to meet you Wally, but the sun is almost completely down and I have to get home before that happens so... I think this is where we say our goodbyes,” you say putting on your coat. “Can we hang for just a little longer, I haven’t talked to a living person in yearssss, Years y/n, PLEASE just 20 more minutes” Wally asks almost begging.

“I can’t, I wish I could but I have to get home before my mom goes to work” Wally's face visibly drops “Here let’s make a Deal,” you say closing your locker. “We meet again tomorrow at lunch, in the library”

“What if it doesn't work?”

“Then it was nice to meet you,” you say with a smile

“But I have soo many questions,”

“Well you can ask me while I walk,” you say putting on your book bag and being your walk away.

“Are you a Chris still together?”

“Wow you really know all the tea”

“Yes or no times ticking” Wally says tapping on his bare wrist.

“No, we broke up last month”

“Did Kat ever find that expensive bracelet?”

“No, she didn't”

“ ok, I know The pink haired girl who used to be in your class stole it”

“What-Anne?” you ask genuinely confused.

“ yep, she's been wearing it since the first semester, she added a K charm on it”

“Oh my god…I asked her about that too,” you say slightly shaking your head. By the existing doors. “are those all of your life-alternating questions?” you ask, the rays from the setting sun outside on the side of your face. “No, but I'll ask the rest tomorrow,” Wally says looking into your eyes. The pre-existing crush plus the sunlight make you look like an angel. “Tomorrow,” you say with a nod “It was nice to meet you, Wally,” you say giving him a sad smile. Wally watched you leave through the exit doors a for the first time in a long time he felt alive.

~~~~

The next morning you woke up more confused than you had been in a long time. Did you dream all of it, was he really a ghost, was everyone right were you actually a nut case? You didn’t know all the answers but you did know you were late for school. You hurried to get ready putting in a little extra effort just in l look case your hot ghost wasn’t a figment of your imagination. On the way to school, you picked up Kat and stopped for a Big burger.

“Is that all?” the worker asked over the speaker after you finished Kat's order. “Uhh, no could I also get two big burgers with extra cheese one with extra tomato” you order leaning your head out the window slightly. “Your total is $21.35 you can pull up to the next window. “Thank you,” you say before driving up the window. “Extra hungry today” Kat chuckles looking through her purse. “Didn’t eat dinner” you lie.

Lunch felt like it took years to arrive, as greedy as you were you never found yourself so excited for lunch. You convinced yourself it was because you wanted to know you weren’t crazy and not because you just wanted to see Wally again. You sat at your usual study table waiting for something, anything that showed signs of life or at least undead life but it was started to seem like you’d be eating two Big burgers for lunch.

“Miss me?” You hear from behind you making you jump. “Shit, sorry I didn’t want to scare you” Wally apologized quickly sitting down in the chair next to you. “What took you so long I was starting to think I really lost it,” you say slightly irritated. “You usually wait outside Kates class before lunch so I went there, and then when I got here you were reading that book you like so I didn’t want to interrupt and I usually just watch so-“ Wally cuts himself off taking in your facial expression.

“Too creepy?” He asks raising an eyebrow

“a little” you nod, you see someone watching from the corner of your eye so you put in an earbud. “You wanna go somewhere a little more private” Wally whispers “Here’s fine” you respond with a shrug. “Is it?” Wally asked looking around at the library packed with students.

“Come on, I know a place,” Wall says standing up. “I’d like to remind you that people can still see me, please don’t lead me anywhere that can get me expelled

Wally leads you to a room on the first floor hidden behind some old door in a corner of the school you haven’t seen before. “You think anyone saw us-well me” you correct “I don’t think so, and there are no cameras in this wing, hasn’t been updated since the 90s,” Wally says cutting on the lights to reveal a slightly dusty old teachers' lounge that looks more 70s than 90s.

“You hang here often?” You say dusting off an orange couch before sitting down. “Only when I want some privacy,” Wally says sitting next to you on the couch while also giving you your own space. “ why would a ghost need privacy?” you chuckle. “I mean I still” Wally starts but you cut him off “Eww on this couch,” you say laughing “No, no, not that- well that too, but I mostly come here when I don’t want to be bothered”

“Bothered by who? Are there other ghosts?” You asked interested “Yep, there’s a good bit of us here” You scrunch your face in confusion as you take the burgers out of your bag, “ I wonder why I can only see you,” you think out loud grabbing your water bottle. “Maybe we have a special connection?” Wally suggests with a flirty smile “Maybe” you shrug looking for napkins in your bag.

“Is that for me?” Wally asks pointing to the other burger you put on the coffee table. “Mmh” you nod with a mouthful, Wally grabs the burger unwrapping it excitedly.

“A Big burger with extra cheese and tomatoes, I haven’t had one of these in forever” Wally announces excitedly before taking a big bite. “How did you know?” Wally asks his mouth still full. You finish chewing before answering, “You said you could eat and I read it was your favorite on your obituary” you say before taking another bite. “Who’s the stalker now?” Wally says with a smug smile as he takes a bite. “Still you” you respond covering your half-full mouth causing him to chuckle.

This had become your routine—lunch in the lounge with Wally. Kat had a different lunch period, so she never questioned why you always ate alone. Some days, you grabbed food from the cafeteria; other days, Wally asked you to bring something special, something he hadn’t eaten in years. You quickly learned that while he could interact with food, he couldn’t consume it in the living world. So, you shared. It was an odd arrangement, but you liked it. You liked him.

~~~

The air was crisp as you stepped outside, the garbage bag swinging lightly in your grasp. The scent of damp leaves lingered in the evening breeze, the sun close to setting. As you reached the trash bins, a movement from the neighboring yard caught your eye.

An old woman, frail but steady, stood just outside. Shimming a blue cardigan over her shoulders. Her white hair was neatly curled, and her wrinkled hands trembled slightly as she gripped the railing. You had seen her before, countless times, in passing but it wasn’t until now that recognized her.

Wally’s mother.

You stopped in your tracks at the realization. You had seen her picture before, in old articles and on Wally’s obituary. His only family. The woman who had pushed him to be the best, and in doing so, had lost him forever.

She glanced up, her tired eyes meeting yours.

“Evening,” she greeted her voice kind but carrying the weight of loneliness.

You hesitated before offering a sweet smile. “Evening, ma’am.”

That was all the encouragement she needed. Her expression brightened, and she took a few small steps toward you. “I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced,” she said. “I’m Mrs. Clark.”

You nodded. “I’m Y/N. I live just over there.” You gestured toward your house behind you.

“Oh, so close!” she mused, then chuckled softly. “I swear, I hardly know my neighbors these days.”

There was something achingly sad about the way she said it. Before you could dwell on it, she clapped her hands together suddenly.

“I just was making dinner and made a little too much stew,” she said, eyes twinkling. “Would you like to come inside? It’d be a shame to let it go to waste, if you don't eat it, it'll just get frozen, lost in my abyss of a freezer.” She chuckles

You hesitated, but the eager look in her eyes made it impossible to refuse. “Sure,” you said with a small smile.

Her home smelled warm and like spices and slow-cooked broth, a scent that wrapped around you like a comforting embrace. The house was modest but well kept, though there was an undeniable emptiness to it. You could tell it was once a home. Old school Pictures of Wally and other family members decorated the wall. Wooden steps worn out in the middle from years of use, you imagine Wally walking up and down them, as a child or teenager leaving for school and such.

“So, what school do you go to, honey?” Mrs. Clark asked as she placed the bowl in front of you breaking you out of trance.

“Split River High,” you answered, picking up your spoon.

Her hands stilled slightly before she sat across from you. “My son went there,” she said, her voice softer now. “He… passed away some years ago. On your football field.”

You nodded, feigning a casual curiosity. “Wally Clark right? I’ve heard of him.” You downplay, “my teacher said he was a great kid very…personable” you chuckle.

Her eyes brightened slightly, followed by a sad smile. “He really was” She rose suddenly, moving toward the bookshelf. “A lot of people don't know but Wally was quite the handsome young man, he used to have girls line up at the door” His mother reminisced with a chuckle. “ should have seen the flowers those girls left on my porch after the wake” she chuckles, “but it was Girls like you he especially liked”

“Like me?” You ask slightly confused

“Pretty girls,” she clarified “With nice smiles and brown skin, he’d like you ,” she says causing you to involuntarily smile. “can see him now in mind catching glimpses of you across the living room, stuttering over his words” she smiled again to herself.

“I have pictures! Would you like to see them?” She asks breaking herself from her trance.

Before you could answer, she was already pulling out a large photo album. She settled beside you, flipping through the pages with a kind of reverence only a mother could have.

And there he was, Wally. His grin was the same, full of cocky charm, his big brown eyes bright with life. In one photo, he stood in his football uniform, helmet tucked under his arm. In another, he was just a kid, quite the chunky one , no older than ten, holding up a trophy with pride.

“This is when he was still my chunky monkey,” she chuckles finger tracing the picture. “Used to scarf down damn near the whole kitchen before he hit puberty and got tall, I told him my kitchen was not an all you can eat”

It was your turn to chuckle “his appetite was always big?” you smile.

“always” she responds amused flipping the page. She landed on a picture during a college tour, the together smiling holdings flags with the school logo.

“He was such a determined boy,” Mrs. Clark said, her voice thick with emotion. “determined to make me pleased”. She sighed, her fingers ghosting over a picture of him laughing at his last birthday party, cake on his chin. “I pushed him too hard”

You swallowed, unsure what to say.

Instead, you listened.

You listened as she told many stories bout his stubbornness, his humor, and his love for extra cheese on everything. About how he’d sneak out past curfew, how he once tried to fix a broken fence and made it worse, how he never left the house without saying goodbye.

And for a moment, Wally wasn’t just a ghost. He was someone’s son. Someone’s whole world.

You stayed longer than you meant to, eating warm stew and flipping through pages of his life. When you finally left the comfort of the couch to use the bathroom, you walked past an open room door. The light blue walls of a room catch your attention. You reverse taking two steps back, curiously, and you peek inside, before checking down the steps to see Mrs. Clark seated on the couch. You open the slowly sliding into the room. “ it was undeniably Wally’s. Almost every genre of Old movie poster scattered the wall, two or three tasteful Playboys, footballs, and metals on top and the floor of his dresser.

You walked over to his bed, sitting on it softly imagining what it would be like to be here with him. You looked around the room Against your better judgment you bent down to smell his pillow hoping Ms. Clark was still downstairs, you inhaled the smell of old wood almost masking his sent, it was so light you almost didn't catch it, a mixture of cologne like a musk and grease most likely from his hair. All these years later and you could smell Wally on his sheets. You savor it for as long as you can without being overly creepy, not knowing if you’ll ever get the chance to smell him again.

You stand up from the bed looking around once more, an untouched prom suit hanging in the closet causing your heart to break, how was it possible you were grieving someone you could still speak to? You turn your attention to his wooden desk filled with a bunch of things, old movie tickets, sketches, and lots of notebooks a gold ring catches your eye, lying on top of dog tags you assumed belonged to him grandfather.

“You can take something if you see anything you like,” Ms. Clark says behind you causing you to jump slightly. “ I've been meaning to donate some of this stuff but…” her words die out in her throat. “I think he’d like some pretty girl to have something of his more than another old lady ,” she says with a smile. “Ok, I will,” you say with a smile, with that, she turns on her heel back down the stairs. You take that ring and a beat-up composition notebook. On you way out you see a blue jersey poking out of his drawer, you quickly take the jersey stuff it into your purse.

You're Goodbye to Ms. Clark is a sweet one filled with tight hugs and a promise to visit, you left feeling like you gained a friend and lost one.

The next day, you sat in the lounge, your lunch tray in front of you, Wally moving in close eating a fry off the tray, using another to balance on his fingertip.

There was something there between you two an electricity you felt even through his undead body. But you knew better than to act on it. Wally was a ghost, and you were alive. It could never work.

That didn’t stop you from noticing him, though.

And it definitely didn’t stop him from noticing you.

Like today. It was hot, so you had on a tube top, your braids pulled back into a ponytail—exactly how he liked. Your shorts were just a couple of inches shorter than the dress code allowed, but Wally wasn’t complaining. At the end of the day, he was still a teenage boy. Correction: a horny teenage boy.

“I met your mom last night.”

The fry slipped right through his hand and onto the floor.

“What?” He sat up, his full attention now on you.

You told him everything, minus what you felt didn’t need to be shared(aka sniffing his sheets and stealing clothes)

Wally was silent, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Well It’s good to hear you’re getting along well with the in-laws,” he muttered. “OH MY GOD Wally ” you yelp “Can you be serious for one moment?“ he stared at you blank-faced.

“What?” You ask genuinely confused.

“That was me being serious” Wally responds causing you to roll your eyes.

“She really still has those albums, ?”

You nodded.” She has all over your stuff exactly how you left it.

A ghost of a smile played on his lips before fading into something sadder. “She was always sentimental.”

You hesitated before reaching out, your fingers passing through his arm. You sigh internally “She misses you.”

His jaw tightened. “Yeah. I miss her too.”

A pause. Then, in a softer voice, “Did she seem… okay?”

“She’s lonely,” you admitted. “But she’s holding on.”

Wally let out a slow breath, leaning back against the couch. “I always figured she’d move away. Start fresh somewhere. Guess I was wrong.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you let the silence settle between you.

Then, after a long moment, Wally chuckled, shaking his head. “You really sat there, eating my mom’s stew, flipping through my childhood like some kind of undercover investigator?”

You smirked. “I do my research.”

He laughed at that, a genuine, full-bodied laugh that made the weight in the room feel lighter.

“Damn,” he said again, shaking his head. “I wish I could’ve seen her and you together .”

You looked at him then, his usual bravado had cracked just enough to let something real slip through.

Maybe, just maybe, the ritual was a possibility.

“You finished ?” you asked, completely unaware of the effect you had on him. You wiped some mayonnaise from the corner of your mouth, and Wally’s eyes tracked the movement, laser focused on your lips.

“Yeah I feel bloated,” he joked, forcing himself to look away.

“Ghosts can get bloated?” you giggled, wiping your mouth with a napkin.

“This ghost can,” he said, flopping onto the couch across from you. In reality, he wanted to lie on your couch rest his head on your thighs, and let you play in his hair. A fantasy he kept to himself when he was bored.

But today, something was different. Maybe it was the heat. Or the thought of you being in his room touching his things or Maybe it was the way you looked at him through your lashes, sipping your drink, eyeing him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention. Whatever it was, the words slipped out before he could stop them.

“I wish I could touch you.”

Your stomach flipped.

“Where did that come from?” you asked, chuckling, trying to keep your cool. Wally let out a breath. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but now that it was out there, he wasn’t going to take it back.

“Do you think… if we had met under normal circumstances, you’d like me?”

Your fingers tightened slightly around your cup. “Like, or like like?”

“Like like,” he clarified.

You took a moment, pretending to think about it, but you already knew your answer. “Well, I wouldn’t have started a fan club in your honor or anything, but…” You popped a fry into your mouth, shrugging. “You’re attractive. And nice. I could maybe see myself having a little crush.”

Wally sat up straighter, intrigued. “You think I’m attractive?” He says with a cocky smile. You roll your eyes “And you maybe could’ve had a crush on me?”

“Don’t let it go to your head, You just seem like you’d be a good boyfriend,” you admitted.

Wally grinned, leaning forward. “I’d be the best boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hell yeah,” he said, suddenly animated. “I’d carry your books—well, your laptop, ’cause let’s be real, who uses books anymore? I’d pick you up for school in my car, you’d love it. I had a black 1970 Chevrolet Monte Carlo, sleek as hell. We’d go on so many dates and trips, plus unlike Chris, I’d have no problem posting you on my Instagram.” He said, causing a laugh from you.

“Chris was a “dick

“Chris was a double dick,” Wally corrected. You chuckle into your hand causing Wally's face to scrunch in confusion, “What?” Wally asks like a lost puppy. “your age is showing” you laugh again unable to contain yourself. “ no one says that anymore, I don't think anyone ever said that actually”

“ Well, I’m trying to say You deserve someone better, someone who shows you off.”

You stared at him for a beat too long, your pulse fluttering. It was stupid, how easily he got to you. How easily he made you want.

“Too bad you’re dead,” you say as a joke but you sound more disappointed than you intended. “Right” Wally mumbles coming to sit next to you, bored or out of curiosity he begins trying to poke your arm, and when that doesn’t work he starts mindlessly putting his whole hand through your body. “What are you doing ?” You ask confused. “Hoping for a miracle,” Wally says throwing his head back. “There has to be a reason only you can see me, this doesn’t just happen,” he says. “I mean you’re not the first ghost I've spoken to” you admit. “What? You talk to other ghosts?” Wally asks surprised and slightly jealous. “Well one other ghost, my older brother Lee,” you say putting your cup on the coffee table. “I remember you saying something about that at the football game” Wally recalls

“You were there too?” You ask surprised “ I go with you everywhere y/n, we’ll accept the bathroom” he confessed “That’s good to know,” you say with a smile, it was weird but you felt a sense of comfort knowing he was always around even when you couldn’t see him, like a guardian angel. “How did you speak to your brother?” Wally asks breaking you out of your daze,

“I did a ritual,” you admit. “Something my great grandma told me about. She also told me never to do it, that the spell was too unpredictable. But he died so suddenly, a heart defect he had always dealt with and I had no closure. He died away at college and I just wanted to talk to him one last time, to tell him how much I loved him.”

Wally stays quiet, watching you. He never thought it was possible to feel so close to something yet so impossibly far away. Some days, he wondered if it was better when you didn’t know he existed because now, being acknowledged but unable to touch, unable to truly be with you, felt worse than being invisible. All he wanted was to hold you close, comfort you.

“The spell worked at first,” you continue. “I got to talk to him. I even got to hug him. But then… after it was like he haunted my mind. I’d dream about him calling me, begging me to help him, to let him free. Sometimes my dreams were just red, like blood, with his screams echoing in the dark. I’d wake up drenched in sweat, screaming. It went on for over a month. And when I finally told my parents what happened, they sent me to a mental hospital.”

Wally listens, completely still.

“While I was there, I called my great-grandma and told her everything. She said it was because I disrupted his passing—that Lee didn’t want to leave, so he tried to use me to come back.” You exhale shakily. “I don’t know what she did, but I was told she came down from Louisiana for a weekend and when I got home, the nightmares were gone. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably chalk it all up to grief.”

Wally is quiet for a long time, his fingers drumming idly against his knee. You can tell he’s thinking, the gears in his head turning as he pieces something together. Then, suddenly, he sits up straighter, eyes locked onto yours with a determination in your eye.

“You could try it again,” he says.

You blink. “What?”

“The ritual,” he clarifies. “You could try it on me.”

Your heart stutters in your chest. “Wally—”

“I know what you’re gonna say,” he interrupts, shaking his head. “That it’s too dangerous. That it didn’t end well last time. But it’s

different with us.”

You raise your eyebrow slightly confused “How, exactly?”

He leans forward, his gaze intense. “Because I’m not like Lee. I don’t need to reach you through dreams, and I’m not trying to cling onto life, I already exist here, with you. You see me. You hear me. I just… can’t touch you.” His voice dips slightly, frustrated. “But maybe the ritual could change that.”

You exhale, shaking your head. “You don’t know that.”

“I don’t,” he admits, “but it’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”

You hesitate, your mind racing. Every instinct told you this is a bad idea. This is exactly what your great-grand

Ma warned you about. But then Wally looks at you, really looks at you with his big brown eyes you know you’re gonna fold.

What if it worked?

What if, for once, things didn’t end in heartbreak?

You swallow hard, in an effort to push down the thought. “…I’ll think about it.”

A slow grin spreads across Wally’s face. “That’s not a no.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real bite to it. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Monte Carlo.”

But even as you try to play it off, you can’t ignore the way your heart pounds in your chest, in anticipation Because deep down, you already knew, you were gonna do it.

~~~~

You placed Wally’s folded jersey on your vanity inside the circle of chalk you created, your new makeup brushes replaced with lit pink candles. You’d brought up the fire extinguisher from the basement just in case and left a window open so his soul could enter. You didn’t know how to feel, a part of you felt scared that you might do something wrong and not be able to talk to Wally again, or worse you’d stop his soul from possibly moving on. But there was another part of you that felt excited, excited to Really see Wally for the first time. Look into his alive eyes touch his skin, hold his hand possibly more.

You cleaned your room top to bottom, lit one scented candle took a nice everything shower, and put on your cute pajamas. You felt more like you were getting ready for a sneaky link than a resuscitation, but it was always better safe than sorry.

“Might as well start” you say taking a deep breath walking up to your vanity. You quickly opened the old notebook belonging to your great grandmother. Reading over ritual once more, You prick your finger with a pin causing a small drop of blood to form. Putting down the pin you smear your blood onto a small bay leaf with your request scribbled on it before taking a match to burn it. You hold the burning bay leaf in your hand until it turns completely into ash. For some unknown reasons it didn’t burn you, honesty you couldn’t even feel the heat. You pace your ash covered hand on his jersey before speaking.

I would like to speak with Wally Clark” you say with your hand placed on his jersey eyes closed . When the words leave your mouth you feel a chill down your spine. “ I invite Wally Clark into my home, his spirit, and his flesh” As you speak you feel a gust of wind through your room, there was a sense of electricity running through you, you could feel it the strongest in your fingers. “I offer my blood as his living passageway, I invite him to breathe my air, live his life if only for tonight” As soon as the final words left your mouth the wind blew through your window blowing out your candles.

When You open your eyes you’re surrounded by mostly darkness, the only light being the fairy lights above your bed. Before you could decide what to do the candles were re-lit. But nothing, with your brother, his bracelet disappeared and he appeared right in front of you but now nothing. Just when you were about to start putting everything up you felt a tap. You scream turning around when your eyes land on him.

Your hands fly to your mouth. “WALLY!”

His eyes are wide, stunned like he barely believes it himself. “It worked.” His voice is rough, breathless. “I can’t believe it fucking worked.”

You practically launch yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck, feeling his warmth, his solidity, the realness of him. His arms come around your waist instantly, holding you tight, one hand sliding into your hair.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, pressing your hands against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. You look up at him, breathless. “It’s like you’re alive.”

“I feel alive,” Wally murmurs, his hand trailing down your back, gripping your waist.

You suddenly realize how close you are, how his body heat radiated against yours, how you could smell him, just like on his pillow some type of cologne and a natural warm, not quite musk but close something uniquely him.

Your breath shudders as your fingers trail lower, brushing over his stomach.

You glance up, suddenly shy. “Sorry. I just… I never thought I’d be able to actually touch you”

“Don't Apologize.“ he says with a big smile lifting the same hand to leave a quick Kiss on your knuckle, “How long does it last?” He asks

“I don’t know, a couple of hours probably, with my brother we only had two, and during the ritual, his bracelet disappeared. So I had no way of contacting him again. But your jersey didn’t disappear so…”

“I could come back again” Wally finishes with a smile. “Yeah” you respond almost dazed staring at him, it wasn’t like you didn’t see him every day but it was different now, the scent of him now lingered in the air, and you could feel the body heat radiating off of him, it was different a good Different.

“Your room just like I imagined it,” Wally says walking around. “Well with more teddy bears,” he says picking up a stuffed unicorn from the big stack of stuffed animals on your bed. “Don’t Judge, I remember your mom saying something about you sleeping with a Stuffy” you say taking the unicorn from him. “She told you about Stuffy?” Wally asked a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. “Mmh, she told me a lot of things”

Wally raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

You bit your lip, debating whether to indulge him. Finally, you shrugged. “She told me about your chunky monkey days,” you say with a sly smile. “She showed me pictures too” You continue pressing your lips together in an effort to hold your laugh.

The color drained from Wally's face instantly. “What” Wally muttered the embarrassment visible in his face. You chuckle at his reaction “Don’t worry, I think you looked cute with a little meat on your bone” you joke causing Wally to drag a hand down his face. “I can’t believe she showed you that”

You giggled,“ I think she just wanted someone to talk to, I told her I’d come over again to visit,” you say readjusting one of you’re figurines. “ will you?” Wally asks looking at you as he walks around the room. “ of course, we're friends now” you respond honestly

You watched as he wandered around your room, fingers grazing your desk, your bookshelf, the little trinkets and photos you had scattered around. It was surreal seeing him interact with your world like this. Normally, he just hovered watching, talking, existing in a way that felt just out of reach. But now?

Now he was here.

Really here.

You couldn’t stop staring. His presence was tangible—the warmth of his body, the way the scent of cologne and old leather clung to him. His movements had weight. You could hear the soft shift of his shoes against your rug, the quiet exhale of his breath.

It made your heart race.

“So,” Wally said suddenly, turning back to you. “You got me for a couple of hours. What now?”

You hesitated, a hundred different thoughts running through your head, but only one stood out.

“…Do you want to go for a drive?”

Wally’s expression flickered, something unreadable passing through his eyes before he grinned. “You serious?”

You nodded. “You had that whole speech about picking me up for school in your car. You loved that thing. If I were you, the first thing I’d want to do in a real body again is drive.”

Wally let out a low whistle. “Damn. You get me.”

You laughed, grabbing your keys from your nightstand. “Come on, before this wears off.”

The night air was warm, thick with the lingering heat of the day as you and Wally slipped outside. The street was quiet, the world oblivious to the impossibility of what you’d just done.

Wally looked around like he was seeing everything for the first time. The streetlights, the parked cars, the trees swaying in the faint breeze. He ran a hand over your car’s hood, fingers splayed against the cool metal, before turning to you with a soft smile.

“Shotgun,” he said.

You rolled your eyes but unlocked the doors, sliding into the driver’s seat as he got in beside you.

When you turned the key in the ignition, the dashboard lights flickered on, casting a soft glow over Wally’s face. He looked almost reverent like he was trying to soak in every detail. You pulled out of the driveway and onto the empty road, the hum of the engine filling the silence.

“This feels… insane,” Wally admitted, watching the streetlights blur past. “I forgot what wind felt like.”

You glanced over, watching the way he stuck his hand out the window, fingers cutting through the air like he was trying to hold onto it.

You smiled. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

He nodded, looking over at you. “You feel good.” Your breath hitched. Again Wally's brain spoke for him, as much as he enjoyed the feeling of the wind on his face and the adrenaline of a late-night car ride. Nothing felt better than your small hands running down his chest, how your breast felt pushed up against him. For you It wasn’t just the words, it was the way he said them. Low, warm, like he wasn’t just talking about the drive. Like he was talking about you.

Your fingers tightened around the steering wheel.

“I—” You cleared your throat. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Wally didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, quietly, “Me too.”

You drove for a while, neither of you in a rush to get anywhere. The town looked different, a lot different than Wally remembered but somehow it also didn't. New stores sprinkled the streets, plazas new street lights, but the roads were the same, and when you turned the corner Big Burger was exactly where it had always been. Now remodeled of course, but the bench he sat at so many times in his youth was stationed in front of the restaurant. At night the streets were quieter, softer, like it existed just for you.

After a few minutes, Wally reached for the radio, flipping through stations until he landed on an old rock song.

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “Really?”

He grinned. “What? This is classic.”

You snorted but let the music play, the familiar tune filling the car. You let your mind wander to a reality, a different time where Wally would be driving, you’d be in the passenger seat fixing your makeup and singing to music while he drove you to school. A different reality where he wants a resurrected ghost.

Wally leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes for a moment, just existing. And for the first time since you met him, he looked alive. The air between you was electric. It wasn’t just the thrill of the ritual working it was the way his presence filled the space now, the way he felt real in a way he never had before. You could hear the faint sound of his breathing, feel the warmth of his body near yours, and when his fingers brushed yours when you put the car in park—whether by accident or intent—you felt it down to your bones.

More real.

More dangerous.

You parked in the driveway, shutting off the engine. Neither of you moved to get out.

“…So,” Wally said, voice softer now. “Same time tomorrow?” he joked but a sense of seriousness laced his tone. You turned to look at him, taking in the way the porch light cast shadows over his face, highlighting his strong jawline, and the dark warmth in his eyes.

Something inside you snapped, the last string of restraint.

“…Yeah,” you murmured. “Same time tomorrow,” you said you're eyes lingering on his.

“You keep looking at me like that,” Wally murmured, “and I’m gonna start thinking real crazy.”

You swallowed, pulse hammering in your throat. “Like what?”

“Like maybe you brought me back for more than just a joyride.”

Your stomach flipped. He wasn’t wrong.

The truth was, you had imagined it. Countless times. What it would be like if he were alive if you could touch him. You’d pushed the thoughts away because they were pointless, but now? Now nothing was stopping you. So you did the one thing you’d wanted to do for weeks. You reached out, placed your hand on his chest, and felt his heart beating beneath your palm. His breath hitched.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

Your fingers flexed against him, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. Your eyes met his, and for the first time, you saw something different in them—something hungry.

“I don’t know how long I have,” he admitted, voice rough. “I don’t wanna waste a second.”

You exhaled shakily. “Then don’t.”

That was all the invitation he needed.

Wally was on you in an instant, his lips crashing into yours, all heat and desperation. His hands cupped your face, thumbs tracing your jaw as if he couldn’t believe you were real. You melted into him, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more.

He groaned when you pressed against him, his grip tightening. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“So do you,” you whispered between kisses.

You stumbled back into your room, His hands were everywhere—your waist, your thighs, slipping beneath the hem of your pajama shorts, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You gasped when he bit gently at your neck, his voice a low growl against your skin.

“I’ve been wanting you since the first time I saw you,” he admitted, his breath hot against your collarbone. “Every time you walked around in those tiny ass shorts, every time you licked your lips when you ate—fuck.”

You arched beneath him, dizzy with want. “I want you to fuck me so bad Wally.”

His eyes darkened. “Really?” he asks almost not believing it

You nodded. “Yeah.”

And he did. Wally quickly helped you remove your top, his Eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you. "God, you're fucking gorgeous," he growled, reaching out to grab your waist and pull you onto the bed with him.

You straddled his hips, grinding down against the hardness you could feel his girth pressing against your core. "Someone's eager," you teased with a chuckle before leaning down to press a kiss to his lips.

"You have no idea," Wally groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming your body, caressing and squeezing every inch of exposed skin. You broke the kiss, trailing your lips down his neck and chest, pausing to bite at the skin.

"Fuck, Y/N," he gasped, his hands fisting in your hair. Grinned up at him, giving him another bite before sliding further down his body. You tugged at the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs and tossing them aside. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

You moan at the sight electricity running straight to your center. “oh my god” you whisper wrapping your hand around his shaft and giving it a slow stroke. Wally let out a low moan, his hips bucking up into your touch. His eyes were heavy-lidded with lust. You leaned down, running your tongue along the underside of his cock from base to tip. Wally cursed under his breath, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. Emboldened by his reaction, you took him into your mouth, sucking him deep and swirling your tongue around his head.

"Fuck, Y/N," Wally panted, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Just like that. Your mouth feels so fucking good baby."

You continued to work him with your mouth, taking him deeper each time until he hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, but pushed through, determined to bring him to the brink. Wally's moans grew louder, his hips thrusting up into your mouth as you sucked him hard and fast. He didn’t push your head down his hand coming to your head to gather your braids into a ponytail away from your face.

"I'm going to cum," he warned, his grip on your hair tightening. "Fu- Fuck shit Y/N, I'm cumming!" With a loud groan, he bucks his hips into your mouth as he pulsed in your throat his hot seed spurting down into your stomach. You swallowed it all, every single drop and you enjoyed the feeling of his warmth dripping down your throat. Continuing to suck him until he was well spent. Whiney mess above you until he’s trying to pull you off.” shit baby” he says whining out a moan. “ I can't take anymore he says his voice shaking slightly. Before letting out quite whimpers as you like

You released him from your mouth with a pop, licking your lips. “Now I definitely can't let you out my sight,” Wally chuckles before he pulled you into a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep as he tasted himself on your lips.

"Your lips are so soft" he smiles against yours. You breathed when he finally broke the kiss.

"I wanna try so many things with you." He groans, With a sudden move, he flipped you onto your back, settling between your legs. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, spreading you open for him.

"You're so fucking wet," he groaned, running a finger through your slick folds. "I can't wait to taste you." He smiles excitedly. You squirm underneath him, his finger rubbing against your clit. “You like that?” he asks with grin Rubbing his fingers against your wet center the warmth making it hard to stop. Wally enjoyed watching as your chest rose and fell faster, the small moan you contained by biting your lip. “You want me to taste you?” He asks the cocky smile never leaving his face. You don’t respond, audibly nodding eagerly.

With that He leaned down, burying his face between your legs and licking a long stripe up your slit. Before looking back up at you to savor your reaction. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through you. Your responses only spurred him on further

Wally groaned against your core lapping at you like a man starved. Looking back up every

once in a while to enjoy your reaction., every often to He circled your clit with his tongue, flicking and teasing the sensitive bud with his fast paced thumb until you were a writhing mess beneath him.

"Fu- Please, Wally," you begged, your hands fisting in his hair. "I can’t”

“You got it, baby, you can do it” he hummed against your cunt the vibration causing your leg to shake. “take this tongue, and ill give you this dick,” he groans talking you through it, his eyes locked onto your face. Sliding two fingers inside you and curling them just right. Your head fell back against the pillow as he worked you with his fingers and tongue, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Just as you were about to cum, he pulled back, leaving you panting and desperate.

"Not yet," he said with a wicked grin. "I want to be inside you when you cum." he groans positioning himself at your entrance. He pushes into you slowly enjoying the feeling of stretching you out until he was all the way inside, filling you.

"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he struggled to maintain control. His hands roaming over your torso,

"You're so tight. So perfect." He groaned starting to move, thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper as you met him thrust for thrust. He wanted so badly to go harder to fuck you into the mattress until your legs were jello but he didn't want to hurt you.

"Harder," you demanded, digging your nails into his back. "Fuck me harder."

Wally complied happily, slamming into you with renewed vigor. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall as he pounded into you relentlessly. You were grateful your mom worked nights because you were sure your neighbors could hear you two. Wally Looked down every so often to enjoy the sight of your wet cunt sucking him in

"Don't stop," you cried, your walls starting to flutter around his cock. "I'm going to cum."

Wally reached between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit as he thrust into you. That was all it took to send you over the edge. You came with a scream, your body convulsing beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. Wally didn’t stop chasing his orgasm pound into you until your cream coated his cock.

When he did cum he, burying himself deep, pulsing inside you. He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting and sweat-slicked as you tried to catch your breath. You tried to move slightly his big now soft cock twitching inside you. “ let me stay in a little longer” he hums against your throat. His hands wander down to your waist. “ it’s so warm” he says bucking into you slightly, he thrusts two times before pulling himself out.

"That was... fucking incredible," Wally murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You smiled up at him, running your fingers through his damp curls. "It was," you agreed with a small smile.

“I don't think I’m not done yet," Wally confesses looking down between you at his somehow hard cock.

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I want you from behind" Wally confesses with a smile biting at your shoulder causing you to giggle.

~~~~~

Later, when you lay tangled together in the sheets, your body still thrumming with pleasure, Wally traced lazy circles on your bare hip.

“We should make a deal,” he murmured.

You turned your head, meeting his gaze. “A deal?”

He smirked. “You summon me every night. And we do something new. Could be anything. A drive, a date, a movie…” He kissed your shoulder. “Or more of this.”

Your heart pounded. “Every night?”

“Every night,” he confirmed. “Until we figure out how to make this permanent.”

You stared at him, searching his face. He wasn’t just talking about sex he was talking about being with you.

You bit your lip. “Okay.”

His grin widened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

His fingers tightened on your waist, and he kissed you again, slow and deep.

And just like that, he was gone, a poof followed by a breeze left you alone in your bed, the warmth of his hands gone. The only proof he was there was the sticky slick between your thighs. You rolled over in your bed rolling yourself tight in your blanket as you drifted off to sleep you wondered what tomorrow would bring.

Author note : GUYS FEEL FREE TO COMMENT I LOVE READING COMMENTS

[yuriosakawa]

It had been ten years since Daniel Fenton had last seen his other half.

Ten years since Vlad Masters had torn him apart.

He still remembered the pain—that unbearable, soul-searing agony as Vlad forced his ghost half out of him. His screams had echoed through the lab, but Vlad had only smiled, victorious, as the glowing form of Phantom was ripped away.

And then, before Danny could even reach for him—before he could fight back—Vlad had sent Phantom away. To where, Danny never found out.

But he swore he would.

The world knew him now as the Lost Hunter—a phantom in his own right, though not in the way he used to be. He had made a name for himself in the underground, taking down rogue ghosts and corrupt humans alike, wielding twin guns holstered at his sides. One loaded with ectoplasmic rounds for ghosts, the other with solid lead for anyone else who got in his way.

Without his ghost powers, he had to make up for it in skill, and damn did he.

Vlad might have thought stripping away his ghost half would leave him weak, but Danny had only adapted. He had trained, fought, and survived, becoming something more than just a powerless ex-hero. His name spread through ghostly circles and human crime syndicates alike. Some said he was a myth, a bogeyman that spirits whispered about in fear. Others said he was hunting something—someone.

And they were right.

Because Danny was still looking for Phantom.

For a decade, he had searched every possible realm, interrogating ghosts, breaking into hidden laboratories, even shaking down crime lords who dealt in ecto-tech. Every clue he found pointed to the same thing: Phantom was alive.

But something—someone—was keeping him hidden.

And Danny was done waiting.

The warehouse was silent as he slipped inside, his twin pistols glinting under the dim lights. His target for tonight: an informant working for Vlad Masters.

Danny had spent years dismantling Vlad’s empire, burning down his corrupt ventures piece by piece. But the old fruit loop was slippery, always a step ahead, always covering his tracks. But this time? This time Danny had him.

Because this informant, a low-level ecto-smuggler, had seen Phantom.

The guy just didn’t know it yet.

Danny moved through the shadows, his heartbeat steady. He didn’t need ghost powers to be deadly—he had learned how to be a hunter the hard way. Years of training, learning the ins and outs of combat, of human and ghost weaknesses alike. His reflexes were sharp, his mind even sharper.

A guard rounded the corner, and before he could react, Danny had his gun pressed against the man’s temple.

“Shh,” Danny murmured, voice calm and deadly. “Don’t scream. Don’t move.”

The guard froze.

Danny smiled. “Good man. Now, take me to your boss.”

The informant—Gerald Tate—was tied to a chair when Danny finally faced him. The man was sweating, wide-eyed, trembling.

Danny leaned forward, resting one pistol against the guy’s knee. “I’m only going to ask once,” he said smoothly. “Where is Phantom?”

Gerald swallowed hard. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

Bang.

The bullet lodged itself into the wooden floor, inches from Gerald’s foot.

Danny sighed, shaking his head. 

“See, that was the wrong answer.” He cocked the gun again, this time aiming at the man’s other knee. “Try again.”

Gerald broke instantly. “Okay! Okay! I heard something—just a rumor, I swear!”

Danny motioned for him to continue.

Gerald licked his lips. “Word is… Vlad’s got something locked up. Something big. Not here, not in Amity, but somewhere deep in the Ghost Zone. A fortress, hidden away.”

Danny’s pulse quickened, but he kept his expression neutral. “And?”

The man hesitated, but the glint in Danny’s eyes told him it wasn’t a good idea to stall. “Some of the ghosts—high-level ones—say they’ve seen a prisoner in that fortress. One that glows like starlight.”

Danny’s grip on his gun tightened.

Phantom.

He straightened, holstering his weapon with practiced ease. 

“Thanks for the tip,” he said coolly, turning away.

Gerald let out a shaky breath. “So… I can go?”

Danny smirked over his shoulder. “I never said that.”

The informant didn’t even have time to scream before the ecto-bullet to the head hit.

[worldly-fluster]

I'm... severely sorry I haven't updated anything or wrote anything for a while.

Life. You know? Lotta stuff happened and I'm still trying to come to terms and figure it out lol

But today I just can't get Selkie! Rafayel out of my head

Like, I'll be doing dishes at work and suddenly, I'm thinking about a seal going Bleb

I can't stop thinking about it.

Along with the thought about all the LADS Boys being Selkies...so, I'm gonna write a small head canon story thingy with Selkie!LADS and Reader. I also heard somewhere that Selkies are always larger than normal seals!

Thank you and enjoy 😀

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How I think they would look like as a Selkie- Rafayel is first in this because he is the reason for this idea lol

Rafayel: A large Harbor Seal

Sylus: A Large Sea Lion

Xavier: A Large Spotted Seal

Zayne: A Large Southern Fur Seal

Caleb: A Large Leopard Seal

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How you meet

Rafayel- 🦭🐠 🪸

It's been a long day...

A long week honestly. Work has been piling up and now your car has finally kicked the bucket.

Luckily you live only a few blocks from work and the view of the walk is amazing. Why didn't you start walking earlier?? The sea breeze, calming sounds of the waves hitting the rocks and sand, calls of seagulls and adorable Seals...reminding you why you chose to live here in the first place.

Your work ended earlier today because it's a holiday and with nothing to do, may as well visit your favorite spot by the beach.

When you got there, the view was the same as always but you could never get enough of it.

After sitting there for a bit, you noticed a seal had decided a nearby rock would be a nice place to sunbathe and nap. You stared at the cute seal until it lifted it's round head to look around. When your eyes locked with its squinted black eyes, it flinched, let out a 'Beh!' and widened it's eyes.

You both sat frozen, neither wanting to leave their comfy spots. After a few seconds of this, it was as if you both came to a sort of understanding.

You do you and I'll do me.

You both sat there, a good distance apart, watching the sun slowly go down in a peaceful silence.

After a while you figured out- out of curiosity- that the seal was a male, but you couldn't figure out what type of seal he was. He had the coat of a Harbor Seal but the size of a Sea Lion...

Before the sun could go down completely, you stood, getting the seals attention once more. You adjusted your clothes before nodding towards the seal in a goodbye.

He answered with 'Glemph'.

Sylus- 🦭🐦‍⬛ 🌹

You just moved to the sea side after wanting to for most, if not all, your life.

After a few weeks of getting settled in, you decided to go for a quick walk by the sea.

You walked through the shopping district area, following the wooden path all the way to the rocky area by the sea where you can see a few sea lions sun bathing. You look but otherwise leave them be, not really noticing one of the bigger ones glancing over before doing the same.

As you walked past the wooden path onto the beach, you didn't pay any mind to the people around you- there wasn't a lot of people to begin with so you didn't think it would matter.

You didn't notice the two men who seemed to be watching your every move.

After a while of walking the beach, you turn to head back home and you finally noticed the hard stares of the men. Getting a little nervous, you walk a bit faster- they walk a bit faster too.

You make it to the wooden path before you decide to book it and they give chase. You start panicking and in a last ditch effort to lose them, you take a sharp turn onto the rocks where you saw the sea lions.

Not your best move, but you were panicking.

The large sea lion from earlier saw all of this happen, watching you run from two men from the beach onto his rocks. He also noticed you weren't really paying attention and you were getting a little too close...

You were hoping that if you got a little farther onto the rocks, the men would lose interest and walk away and it seemed they did so you slowed down.

Breathing heavily, you kneeled down and breathed out a heavy sigh before looking to the side when you heard movement.

A large Sea Lion sat up almost 10 feet away from you, he stared you down a moment before looking towards the wooden walkway then back at you.

You immediately lifted your hands and took a step back, apologizing.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to get this close, I... didn't have much of a choice."

The Sea Lion huffed, tapping a flipper.

You took another step back, "Sorry, I'll leave."

You slowly made your way back, wanting to make sure the men weren't there and not wanting to bother the sea lion anymore.

The Sea Lion watched you leave with a grumble, noticing the men walking back to the beach.

Xavier- 🦭⭐🌌

You just bought a boat.

Honestly your family thought you were crazy, I mean, who buys a boat when they don't live close to the water? They didn't expect you to completely leave everything behind to go live on the sea.

To be fair, you stayed mostly at the docks, but sometimes it feels better to take the boat out and anchor down a ways out. Far enough for none of the city nor dock noise can reach, the stars looking more beautiful than ever.

On one of these evenings, just as the sun was close to setting and right after you dropped anchor, you had the shock of your life.

There was a splash and the boat swayed a bit to the side. When you went to check what was happening, there was one of the largest spotted seal you've ever seen.

The seal was making small noises, 'geh, geh, geh' the most adorable thing. What else got your attention was the rather sharp looking dorsal fin poking out of the water behind it.

You let out a gasp, getting the seals attention. It made a 'krrrrah' noise as it looked from you to the fin now circling the boat, then back to you.

You held up your hands and moved to the side to peak over the railing, seeing a flash of black and white pass under.

You breathed out heavily before looking back to the seal who was breathing a bit heavily also while looking towards you then back at the water.

"Hey..." You spoke softly, getting it's attention, "it's okay. But I don't suggest getting back in the water...I think I saw more than just one Killer Whale down there."

The seal let out a gurgling noise as it bounced a little more away from the edge, as if it thought it could get snatched up by the multiple whales from here.

"You can stay here as long as you need," you smiled as it looked back over at you, "I know if I were in your situation, I would love a bit of help."

It stared deeply at you for a bit before letting out a small 'eh'.

"Welcome aboard then."

Zayne- 🦭❄️☃️

Caleb- 🦭🦾✈️

You just moved to a small sea side town, one that was known for its seal refuge where they cared for wild seals who just needed a little help.

Just a few weeks into moving into your small house, you ended up with a mild flu so you went to the doctors office down the road in order to get some medication.

When you got to the office the lady at the front told you that the Doctor is out at the moment but she can set up an appointment with him so that's what you did.

After that your mind seemed to fog up a bit from the flu so you thought, maybe some fresh sea air can help? It's nice and cool, probably good for your burning skin right?

You make it to the beach and sat down by the rocky end of it, leaning against one of the large rocks. You watched the ocean lap at the sand, the sound of seagulls and seals mixing with the sound of the sea.

You were so out of it you barely noticed one of the seals bouncing closer from the rocks nearby, tilting his head in curious worry, his little ears flopping with his movement.

When the seal was close enough, in your foggy sick state, you smiled a bit wobbly and raised your hand a little and mumbled, "Cute..." Before passing out.

The seal let out a startled Borf as it saw you fall to the side, luckily only landing in the soft-ish sand.

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**we'll just say-by Selkie magic- that when he's in seal form, he isn't missing his arm but he does have big scars running alongside the right of his body- kinda needs both fins to swim good lol**

You always love traveling and adventuring out into the unknown.

But you always had a soft spot for seals and the places they lived.

From the small cute Harbor seals- to the big elephant seals. You didn't care. Your favorite one though? Leopard Seals.

Something about them just drew you in, especially the one you've been trying to track since you've seen it's scarred side as you boated through the icy terrain. You wondered if it was okay?

As you traveled by boat over the icy water you noticed a bigger boat throwing out nets, trying to catch something. When you got closer you saw what they were trying to catch was that same scarred seal you were searching for. The people on the boat holding up their nets and harpoons told you what you didn't want to know and you quickly put your small motor to work as you sped towards them.

Their nets just barely caught the thrashing seal when you came speeding up with your sharp modified ice pick and sliced through the net, setting him free.

You cheered a moment as you watched him swim off before a harpoon barely missed you and hit your boat's engine. Looking up you watched as the people cussed you out in another language while some of them laughed at your shock.

The boat slowly moved out of sight as you tried to figure out how to get your motor running again, not noticing the large head of a leopard seal peaking around some floating ice.

***This is an introduction into Selkie! LADS lol, hopefully I'll get the motivation to continue my other stories I have yet to finish but yea. Here go***

[rainydayathogwarts]

would you write older!ron weasley x potter!reader where reader is harry‘s new stepdaughter & ron has never met her before. so one day they hook up & take a selfie afterwards cause they got along great. so ron is bragging about banging this hot chick last night & showed his friends the picture. well hermione recognizes reader as harry’s stepdaughter & immediately tells ron. he freaks out „what?!? but she’s not a minor, right?! she said she was 25!“ „no but she turned 18 just 2 months ago!“

and then harry finds out too!🤭 would be so funny! but reader & ron are a good couple so it’s all sorted out in the end🙂‍↔️ pls include smut!!🤭

Buy you a drink - ron weasley x harry's step-daughter reader

summary: when ron unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams through a one night stand, he rushes to tell his friends the next day. but unfortunately, that reveals some new information about you, the apparent love of his life. wc: 3976 cw: smut, age gappp (r! 19, for the logistics to work, ron mid/late 30's, kind of dbf vibe but they don't know yet)

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

Ever since the new year had hit, Ron was convinced that this was his year. There were some moments in which he doubted that (severely), but other times the universe showed him it was on his side.

For instance, when Seamus had dragged Ron to a pub after work with a large group of giggling girls in a corner, Ron had shaken his head, begging Seamus to find another spot to spend the night. However, the bartender had quickly cut in, telling him “Oh give them a break, it’s a birthday celebration.” And begrudgingly, Ron had let Seamus drag him to the only available booth left, just next to the table they occupied. As the night went on though, Ron found himself warming up to the group of giggling girls, listening in on the funny jokes they shared. “Hey, let me buy the birthday girl a drink.” Ron had finally told Seamus, halting their conversation momentarily as he waved over one of the cocktail waitresses. “Uh if you have any idea what the birthday girl on that table is drinking, could you get her another one? Put it on my tab.”

Ron had no idea whose birthday it was, but when Seamus snuck off to the bathroom, leaving him alone, he was glad he had decided on being generous. Why? Well, the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life had stood from the table of girls, wearing a short, black, corseted dress that exaggerated all of her curves. Your eyes met as you made your way towards Ron, a gorgeous smile on your face. Ron felt his breath hitch in his throat, shuffling deeper into his side of the booth to make space for you to sit down. You did, sliding in next to him, and cocking your head to the side.

“You know, I’m not a believer that I owe something to men who buy me drinks, but how can I resist when you are just so handsome?”

Ron literally felt his heart skip a beat at the sound of your velvety voice. He leaned forward, putting on his most charming smile, and instantly noticed the way your eyes flickered down to steal a glance at his lips. Ron brought his hand up to his face, caressing the stubble on his chin. Your eyes were instantly attracted to the movement, only snapping back up when he spoke for the first time. His voice was deep and smooth, making your thighs squeeze together as he said “Well I don’t usually buy women drinks, but how could I help it when you look like an angel sent from heaven? You know, I’m trying to score my place there.” You giggled softly, putting a hand on his bicep. “That’s sweet if we’re not thinking about the fact that there’s no way of telling I am the birthday girl.”

Ron gulped, his cheeks flushing for being caught in his lie. “Would you believe me if I said I could just sense it was you? Because that’s not the truth.” You laughed, squeezing Ron’s bicep slightly where your hand was placed. Ron looked down at where your second hand was placed neatly on your lap. He lifted it up softly, leaning his face down slightly to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand. “The truth is that I felt kind today. And I’ve never been happier to be kind because I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of witnessing your beauty otherwise.”

“That’s awfully poetic. Shame the only thing I have to say is that I thought you were leng.” Ron chuckled, letting go of your hand to wrap his big hand around his beer, taking a big swig of the drink. “I think that’s the best thing I’ve heard in a long time. I don’t think I’ve ever tried flattering a woman like I did with you, and to find out I could’ve just gone with ‘leng’” You shrugged, tilting your head to the side. “Well I don’t mind when a man is being poetic to me. Not too picky about it.” Ron smiled, a hand falling on your bare thigh, sticking his other one out in front of you. “Well I’m Ron, by the way. Sometimes I can be a poet, most of the time I’m not.”

You eagerly shook his hand, revelling in the rough touch to his skin. “I’m y/n - not a poet any of the time.” A silence fell amongst you, in which you just looked at each other, hands still clasped together. You broke eye contact with him, running your gaze down his body, and you caught a glimpse of the shiny badge on his waistcoat. Your eyes widened slightly, recognising that he wore the same badge your step-dad usually did. “You’re an auror?” You question, reaching up to run a finger over the shiny metal. Ron hummed wordlessly, and he noticed the mischievous glint blooming in your eyes when you asked “Will you walk me home later then? To keep me safe of anything looming in the shadows?”

“And you said you weren’t a poet.”

It didn’t take long for either of you to be walking out of the pub with your arms wrapped around each other. Despite Ron’s job as an auror, neither of you were paying enough attention to the streets you were walking on, too engrossed in the way each other’s lips moved when you spoke, desperate for the other to kiss you first so you could finally pounce.

When you were finally in front of your apartment door, you fiddled with your keys, taking several attempts until you finally managed to slide it into its position, unlocking the door with a satisfying click. You could smell Ron, his musky cologne radiating off his skin. His scent completely engulfed you as you locked the door behind you, both his arms locking you between him and your your front door. Giggling nervously, you pressed yourself onto your tippy toes, curling your arms over Ron’s broad shoulders as you smoothed your body flat against his.

Ron took a couple of steps forward until your back was flat against the dark wood of your front door before he finally leaned in to kiss you, his lips teasingly hovering just above yours. With a whine, you gave yourself the last push, launching yourself closer to Ron to deeply kiss him. It was as though something in Ron suddenly snapped, his fingertips gliding against the skin of your waist before tightly gripping you and tugging you deeper into your apartment. Gasping when the man suddenly began groping your ass, you arched your chest into his.

The older man pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, his lips barely touching yours as he gruffly asked “Bedroom?” You pointed to the door across the room, a breath of air getting caught in your throat as he dragged you in its direction, shoving the door open and encouraging you into the room.

Ron removed his waistcoat without bothering to undo its buttons, and he did the same with shirt. Yanking the tie from around his neck and tossing it into the corner of your room, Ron suddenly gasped as you undid the button of his trousers, fingers grazing over his erection as you tugged him closer to your bed, which you sat on the edge of. “Shit” He mumbled, watching carefully as you pushed his trousers down his thighs, his boxers quickly following.

Just as Ron decided to take over, leaning down to remove the articles of clothing completely, you wrapped your fingers around his length, stroking him a couple of times until pearly beads of pre-cum trickled down his thick member. A hand cupped your cheek and you looked up curiously, smiling softly at Ron before ducking your head down and licking the tip of his cock. With a whimper, Ron thrusted his hips up, pushing his cock into your mouth.

“Shit, sorry,” He apologised, pulling out of your mouth completely, “I didn’t mean to.” Giggling softly, you shook your head, repeating your previous movement. “It’s okay, I liked it.” Your hand squeezed the shaft of Ron, cock, and he immediately wrapped a hand around your wrist, halting your movements. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself. I won’t last long.”

You stood up, the tight proximity between you and Ron heightening the tension in the room as his cock grazed your stomach through your short dress. Ron didn’t move away, his fingers edging towards the bottom of your dress. He slowly pulled the fabric up your body, teasing himself as inches of your skin were revealed at a time. You lifted your arms up once the fabric surpassed your chest, and Ron eagerly tugged it off you before his hands were immediately on your body again, lips leaving kisses down your neck as his big hands groped at your braless chest and the fat of your ass. You whimpered as he bit down on the skin of your neck, tilting your head to expose more surface area to him, which he keenly welcomed with more kisses.

Squeezing your thighs together, you let Ron push you back on the bed, climbing over you to trap you between his beefy body and the mattress underneath you. You gasped as Ron wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, leaning on one forearm to hold himself up whilst the other one trailed down your body, nudging your legs apart from each other. “Oh!” You panted, closing your legs around Ron’s hand when he finally reached your cunt, fingers sliding under the flimsy material of your underwear to touch you.

“Be a good girl and keep your legs open for me.” Ron instructed, lifting his head off your chest and reconnecting your lips. A shudder ran through your body at the term of endearment, and your legs immediately fell open. Ron rewarded you with a satisfied hum, swallowed in the kiss as his fingers gently rubbed your clit before sliding down your pussy, feeling how wet you were. You snaked a hand through Ron’s fiery hair as he slid two fingers into you, licking at his bottom lip so he could get the hint and deepen the kiss.

And deepen the kiss, he did, his tongue roughly gliding against yours, swallowing every single moan you had to offer him as he pumped his digits inside you, scissoring them to stretch you out. Suddenly, Ron was lifting his body off you, expelling a disappointed cry from you as his fingers slipped out of your needy pussy. The man giggled, watching your cunt pulsate in front of him. You shut your legs at the sight of his gaze fixed onto your cunt, watching as he kicked off his shoes and tore his trousers off the rest of his legs.

As Ron climbed back onto the bed, you pushed yourself higher onto it so you could have enough space. His fingers wrapped around your ankle and you stopped your movements, freezing when he dipped his head down to press a kiss to the skin above his hand, continuing to trail them up your leg until he was leaving a wet stamp of saliva all the way up your inner thighs. He hooked his fingers into the band of your underwear, shooting you one last look before slipping them down your legs. You enthusiastically kicked them off your feet, one arm hooking over Ron’s shoulder to pull him down onto you. He chuckled as you bucked your hips up, eager for friction. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?”

“Not little.” You disagreed, but Ron chuckled nonetheless, glancing down where his cock was resting on your abdomen. “We’ll see about that.” Ron gripped his cock, guiding himself into your entrance, moaning as he pushed the tip in, feeling your tight walls constrict around him. “Fuck, you’re tight. When was the last time someone took care of you huh?” You were too busy moaning to immediately answer his question, hooking a leg over his hip as he pushed deeper into you. “Fuck - like this? Never.”

Ron started snapping his hips into you at a fast pace, smirking in amusement as you screwed your eyes shut, mouth falling open to expel loud moans into the small room. “Yeah? These young men can’t give you pleasure this good?” Ron bit his lip as a groan grumbled in his chest, gasping when you slung your second leg over his hip to connect with your other one at the base of his back, closing the proximity between you. “No… no one fucks - oh god - no one fucks me this good!” Ron felt his cock twitch inside you at the unexpected praise, and he pushed your hair away from your neck to latch his lips onto it, sucking harshly on the skin.

He groaned against you as a hand came up to tug at his hair, moving your hips with the rhythm of his harsh thrusts. You lifted your free hand to play with your nipples, pinching them softly to add to your pleasure. Ron’s eyes fleeted over momentarily to watch the movement, groaning as he realised you were pleasuring yourself too. One of his hands trailed down your body to rest on your pelvis, pushing your body deeper into the mattress as he increased the power of his thrusts.

You gasped, back arching as the tip of his cock began repeatedly hitting the spongy spot inside you, your grip on Ron’s hair loosening so you could dig your nails into the sweaty skin of his back as you held on for dear life. Ron panted, moving his lips up to capture your lips in a desperate, messy kiss, full of tongue and hot breath.

“I’m close!” You cried, but Ron didn’t need you to tell him that, because he could feel it from the way your pussy began clenching around his dick. Ron lowered his hand down to your cunt, returning to their previous spot on your clit to put pressure on it again, rubbing circles on the bundle of nerves with more power than he previously had. “Oh my god!” You moaned, back arching off the bed, nipples rubbing against Ron’s chest. “I’m so- I’m so-” But your words were cut off by the string of cries of Ron’s name, using your legs to pull his pelvis deeper into you.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming.” Ron grunted, his hips digging into yours as he halted his movements, spilling his seed into you with thick ropes of cum. The overwhelming pleasure began fading away, leaving you in a state of post-orgasmic bliss. You unravelled your legs from around Ron’s body as he panted heavily, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Raising your hand, your softly brushed away rogue strands of hair from his face, leaning down to press a kiss on his cheek that had a hot fluff overtaking his face.

With great effort, Ron pulled himself out of you, slumping down on bed next to you, his back leaning on the headboard. You turned around onto your stomach, pushing yourself up with a loud exhale of air before crawling over to Ron and settling yourself over his lap in a straddling position. Pleasantly surprised, Ron let out a fond laugh, his arms snaking around your waist to rest his hands on your ass. “You alright?” Ron asked, his voice hoarse. You hummed, resting your head on his chest.

This man, this stranger who you had known for no longer than three hours yet felt inexplicably safe around, with his cum dripping out of your cunt and onto his thighs.

“You look beautiful like this.” Ron found himself saying, pulling a suddenly shy smile out of you. He reached over the side of the bed, where his trousers lay, and he fumbled with the pockets until he felt for his phone. You watched curiously as he unlocked the device, finding the camera app and flipping the camera to face towards him. Ron pulled the camera back, just enough so both your faces were in the frame, and without instruction, you pressed a long kiss to Ron’s cheek, hearing the click of the camera as the image was captured.

“Another one, so I can remember your smile.” He bid you, and you smiled softly, looking at the camera as you admired how cute of a couple you would make.

“There’s no reason you'll have to remember it.” You said, reaching out to take the phone from his hands. You searched for the contacts app, opening a new file and adding your information to it before tossing his phone aside on the bed and pressing a slow kiss to his lips. Ron hummed, both hands resting on your waist. When you broke away from the kiss, you looked down to the spot your mixed cum had pooled down onto Ron’s thighs, and muttered “We should probably shower.”

And Ron nodded, walking with you into the shower, steaming water running down both your bodies as Ron pulled another orgasm out of you, his fingers selfishly rubbing you between your legs so he could watch the look of pure ecstasy cross your face again. He watched the way your back arched against this chest through the foggy mirror, whispering filthy words in your ears as you came again, your knees giving out on you. You only remained standing up because of Ron's muscular arm wrapped around your waist. When you were guided back to your bed, slumping down in exhaustion, Ron pulled your body against his, face finding home in the crook of your neck as he pressed one last kiss to your skin before falling fast asleep.

Despite his alarm ringing loudly the next morning, you were still snoozing away when Ron turned his phone off, struggling back into his clothes as his muscles groaned tiredly. Still, he walked into your kitchen and busied himself so that when you woke up, trudging into the open space of your flat in nothing but panties and a tank top, you found Ron making pancakes, a look of adoration in his eyes when he turned to greet you despite the mess you looked. “I was hoping I’d get a proper goodbye before going to work.” He sheepishly admitted as you wrapped your arms around him, giving him a gentle, tired kiss. “It’s already 10 though…”

“I work in the afternoon on saturdays.” He told you, offering you a plate stacked with freshly baked pancakes. You stole one off the top of the pile, and Ron followed you onto the couch like a lost puppy, abandoning half of the raw pancake mix in the bowl by the extinguished stove. Ron accepted all of the fluttering kisses you pressed on his skin before he finally had enough, cupping your cheeks in his hands and giving you a proper kiss. You moaned quietly, and Ron pushed you back to lay down on the couch, his lips separating from yours to continue pressing kisses down your body. He licked his lips as he reached your cunt, slipping your panties off to press a few teasing kisses to your inner thighs before moving your pussy, already wet with arousal. You held your breath, watching as he caressed the sides of your thighs, until suddenly, a phone started ringing.

Ron jumped up at the sound, abandoning you on the couch to find the source of the noise. He shot you an apologetic look as he read the name on the screen, answering the man on the other side of the line. Ron began nodded and humming along to whatever he had to say, and occasionally rolling his eyes in amusement too. Sighing, you slid your underwear back into place and sat up on the couch, stealing another pancake to nibble on. Ron hung up the phone and rushed towards you, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips before he was snatching a pancake and saying “I have to go, I’m sorry love.”

You smiled, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s okay. Don’t be a stranger.” Ron grinned, looking back at you as he opened your front door. “Oh trust me, I still haven't started with you.”

When Ron apparated to his apartment, he was met with three awaiting figures already sitting at his dining table. “I forgot, I’m sorry.” Seamus laughed as he unpacked the pastries they had bought, snatching the pancake from Ron's hand and tossing it aside. Hermione’s arms were crossed over her chest as she took in Ron’s appearance with amused eyes, and Neville responded to Ron’s comment with a shake of his head. “This was what I’m spending my days off on.” “Oh, calm it Nev, you’re a teacher.”

But as Ron sat down, he realised there was someone missing. Harry Potter. Ron paid no mind to Harry’s absence, used to his best friend’s disregard for punctuality. “So, how did it go last night?” Teased Seamus, shooting Ron a look from the corner of his eye. Hermione grinned fully now, nodding towards Ron’s chaotic appearance. The man hadn’t even thought of checking what he looked like in one of the many mirrors in your flat, but he was positive anyone could tell that he had fucked someone the night before.

“You guys won’t believe it. I think I met the love of my life.”

Neville’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at the revelation. If Ron was making such a bold statement, it had to be true because he was never the one to fall for someone so easily. “Let me show you guys.” Ron fished in his pocket for his phone, pulling up the selfie you had taken last night in bed. Seamus snorted as he took the phone from Ron’s hands, swiping to see the image of you kissing his cheek. “You seriously took a selfie after shagging?” At those words, Hermione snatched the phone from across the table, putting it in the middle of her and Neville so the boy could see the image.

But as Hermione observed the image of you more closely, looking at the one where you both smiled into the camera, her jaw completely dropped. “Ron.” Hermione gasped, looking straight up at her friend with wide eyes. “What? Hermione, what!?” Hermione shut the phone off, handing it to Ron as she finally stated “That’s Harry’s step-daughter.” Unanimous gasps shot out in the room and Seamus choked on his drink.

“You’re lying to me.”

“Why would I lie to you about that!?”

“Oh Godric, Harry’s going to kill me. I thought his step-daughter was young!? She’s not a minor is she?”

Hermione looked at Ron with a disapproving gaze “You slept with her without asking how old she is!?”

“She said she was 25! But that doesn’t make sense if she’s Harry’s step-daughter!”

Hermione snatched Ron’s phone off the table, unlocking it and returning to the photo album. Ron did a double take “You know my pass-” But his words were interrupted as Hermione shoved his own phone in his face, the image you had taken staring back at him. “Ron, does this girl seriously look 25 to you?”

“I’d fall for it.” Defended Seamus, shrugging his shoulders. “Of course you would. But you got lucky with this one Ron, she turned nineteen like two days ago.”

Ron felt as though his eyes bulged out of his face at the discovery, and for a moment he just stared back at Hermione. “How on earth am I going to marry Harry’s step-daughter?” A silence took over the room as the door closed, and Ron slowly turned his face towards the front door, panic overtaking his features as Harry Potter, boy who lived, killer of Voldemort, walked into the room.

“How are you going to what!?”

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Ace-Part 2

Jay Halstead x Reader x Hailey Upton (Reader Nicknamed Ace)

Jay and Hailey want to talk things out but it ends with you pushing them further away.

When your text alert went off you groaned and seriously considered for a moment just throwing it at the wall. You had insurance on it after all but then again you had already changed out twice this year. You reached out for your phone and when your hand finally wrapped around it, you pulled it to your face and squinted against the brightness of the screen “Fuck” you turned down the brightness level then clicked on the unread text.

It was from Hailey. Do you want to get breakfast before work? Or just coffee? You rubbed your hand down your face as you stared at the words. Why did you read it? You had your freaking read receipts on so now she knew you’d seen it. You hadn’t really spoken much to her or Jay in the last couple days. It was just awkward for you. 

You were a grown woman, you’d had one night stands but never with people you actually cared about, people that meant something to you. You never should have allowed that line to be crossed. You just needed the weirdness to pass, that was all. After a moment she texted again Ace, are you mad at us? Ok, that made your heart twist a little. As much as you didn’t want to face the consequences of your bad decisions you also didn’t want to risk pushing your best friends away either. You sighed and texted back Not much for breakfast but coffee sounds good

You tossed your blanket off and was just climbing out of the bed when she texted again We’ll meet you there

You sighed and tossed the phone down onto the bed. You could do this, it was an important step. You wanted to get things back to normal, get past that weird morning after limbo.

You parked your truck and spotted Jay’s a couple spaces down so you leaned back in to grab your jacket and slipped your arms into it before walking to the door of the coffee shop.

When you stepped in the smell of brewing coffee and fresh pastries hit your nose and your stomach growled despite yourself. Ok, maybe you were a little hungry. You looked around and spotted the two of them in the corner, already sitting at a table. They were talking but Jay’s eyes flickered towards the door and a smile slipped onto his face when he saw you then he bumped Hailey’s shoulder and she looked up, a smile slipping onto her face too.

You walked over to them “Morning” “Morning” Jay greeted first and Hailey smiled “We ordered your usual along with ours, hope that's ok?” you nodded “That’s very ok, did you order just coffee or..?” Hailey cut you off with a laugh “I ordered you a lemon pastry” you smiled “Thank you” she grinned “You’re welcome”

“Hey, it was my idea to order the pastries!” Jay sounded almost offended. You shook your head “Thank you Halstead” he grabbed his chest like you’d struck him “Oh she gets smiles and I get Halstead?” you rolled your eyes “I could always leave?”

“Halstead works” he laughed, grabbing your chair to make sure you didn’t get up. About that time the barista called out Jay’s name. He looked from you to Hailey “I’m gonna go grab that, make sure she doesn’t bolt before I get back”

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You watched him walk away then looked back at Hailey “Are you the flight risk or am I?” she gave you a look and you felt your face warm “Oh” “Yeah oh, can we talk about it?” you shrugged “Not much to talk about Hails” and started to mess with your necklace as a nervous habit. She watched you for a second then nodded slowly “So you regret it”

“That sounded more like a statement than a question detective so I’m not sure how to proceed” you replied and she raised an eyebrow “Come on Ace, it’s me. This isn’t an interrogation. I just wanted to talk, make sure we’re all good because you gave the flash a run for his money”

You opened your mouth to reply but Jay made it back to the table about that time and put down the tray of coffee along with the little paper bag that held the pastries. He could sense the tension so he smiled “Everything good?” you nodded “How much was mine? I’ll pay you back” 

He held out your coffee and food “Like hell sweetheart” you took it and he handed Hailey hers then sat down. You raised your eyes to look at Hailey “We’re good Hails” “You never answered my question” she spoke softly and you shrugged “You didn’t word it as a question”

She sighed and looked at Jay so he turned to face you, leaning over on the table “Ace, do you regret what happened?”  you looked from his seafoam colored eyes to Hailey’s pure blue ones and felt your heart flip. Did you regret it? You shrugged “If it’s going to change our friendship then yes because you two are my best friends”

“So what now?” Hailey asked and you smiled softly “We forget it happened maybe? You two mean a lot to me and I don’t want to lose you because..” you looked around and chose your next words carefully “Because we were all in a bad space and our mental demons decided to play nice together”

Hailey’s face fell slightly “Oh” Jay grabbed his coffee and took a sip “If that’s what you want Ace, it’s forgotten” and cut his eyes at Hailey. You felt like you were missing something, some sort of communication between the two of them you weren’t privy to but then again they were married, they had the right to that didn’t they?

“Ok, well thanks for the coffee and pastry. I’ll see you both at work” you grabbed the cup and bag and stood up. They both nodded so you turned to head to the door, hoping like hell you hadn’t just said or did the wrong thing to lose you Jay and Hailey from your life.

“So, do you believe her?” Hailey asked Jay once you’d walked out of the coffee shop. They’d talked over this for the last couple days. As a couple they had to talk it out, as individuals they had to talk it out and the startling but not quite surprising conclusion they’d come to was they’d both developed feelings for you and were not mad in the least about the other developing feelings for you.

“I don’t know” Jay breathed, eyes dropping to his wedding ring. “Maybe we should forget what happened Hailey, if that’s what Ace wants. We don’t want to push her away” Hailey nodded before asking him “Yeah but can we forget how we feel about her?” he shrugged “She’s our best friend. We just have to settle for that to keep her”

Hailey sighed, staring at the door of the coffee shop. “Tell me the truth on one thing Jay and I’m not going to get mad because you know I love you and you know I love our personal life” he cut his eyes at her “What is it baby?” she half smiled “How many times have you thought about it?” he smirked “Probably as many times as you have” and she nodded “That’s what I thought and that night just concreted it. Let’s get to work”

She stood up and pulled him into a kiss. She pulled him closer when he deepened the kiss, rolling his tongue against hers “I love you Jay” he smiled “I love you too”

You were just a few minutes ahead of Jay and Hailey which meant you barely sat down at your desk before you heard the gate pop and their boots on the stairs. By the time they made it to the top Voight was coming out of his office “Gear up, we gotta respond to a shooting on the north end” 

You were almost grateful to have something to do that didn’t involve just being around the bullpen. You stood up from your desk and nearly shoulder checked Jay “Shit, sorry Jay” you muttered and he smiled “No problem”

You felt your face warm slightly when his hand came out to rest on your hip to steady you. His gaze locked onto your face for just a moment and you refused to meet his eyes. You couldn’t let him see that reaction. “Thanks” you whispered then fell in line to head down to roll up before anyone noticed that interaction. 

You were almost finished gearing up and was about to get Adam to double check your vest when Hailey turned you by the shoulders “I got ya” you dropped your gaze to the floor when her fingertips brushed against your neck while she adjusted the strap just slightly. What the hell was that reaction? “You’re good” she spoke and you cut your eyes back at her “Thanks” then moved to follow Kevin out. “Ready to get it?” he asked and you grinned “Always Kev” and bumped your fist against his.

The shooting was carnage, just carnage. Three victims looked like a gang hit. You knew trying to find witnesses was a hit or miss situation but like it or not that was your job. You and Kevin were canvassing the block, Jay and Hailey were talking to the local business owners while Adam and Kim went to the hospital in hopes one of the victims may pull through.

“Thank you for your time ma’am. If you think of anything else, feel free to call” you handed her a card as you and Kevin walked away and he cut his eyes at you “She ain’t calling” “Ya think?” you scoffed. “Nobody wants to talk to us when this shit happens but it's always our fault at the same damn time” Kevin sighed. You shrugged “This is all we can do Kev, try to get ahead of it before the next one” 

Jay waved the two of you over so you and Kevin walked over to him, Hailey and Voight.”Anything from witnesses?” Voight asked and you cut your eyes at him “Oh yeah boss, they were down right chatty” he shook his head “Cut the sarcasm Ace” you shrugged “Platt always says ask a dumb question, get a dumb answer”

You looked at Hailey “Anything from the businesses?” she pointed towards a bodega “They had two working cameras, emailed the footage to the precinct as far as the other two? Their cameras are either broken or fake” you groaned “Of course. Have we heard anything back from Kim or Adam?” 

Voight shook his head and you nodded “Ok, what now boss?” he looked around “Circle back to the precinct. We’ll figure out next steps, get word out to C.I.’s and try to get a handle on what this was about, if more is coming and how the hell we can stop it before more bodies hit the ground”

 You slapped Kevin’s arm “You heard the man. Let’s go” 

You sat on the edge of your desk, watching as Voight taped the photos of the DOAs and the two currently hospitalized on the board “What do we know?” you asked and he hit one of the photos “Two of em had gang ties, the third one? None. This kid was squeaky clean” “So was he our target or collateral damage?” Kim asked and Voight shrugged “That’s the question all of you have to figure out. Atwater you’re with me. Ruzek and Burgess double back to Med then check in with C.I.s. Ace, roll with Upton and Halstead”

You wanted to argue but knew better, besides you and Jay did share a C.I. Hailey shot you a small smile. “Roll out, let's find something out”

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You grabbed your jacket to follow Jay and Hailey down the stairs, trying to keep the look off your face that screamed how miserable you currently were. Jay opened the gate then held it for you both. You stepped through then continued walking, not waiting on them to make it outside. You could do this, make jokes, brush it off.

“So who’s people we going to see first? Yours, mine or ours?” you asked with a grim, cutting your eyes back at them. Hailey shrugged “We’ll check in with mine first then hit your shared one then Jay’s” you nodded “Sounds good to me, lets get on it”

Jay raised an eyebrow “So, we’re good now?” you nodded “We were always good Jay” Hailey laughed lightly “Oh we know you’re good” and you felt your face warm “Get in the truck ma’am” and she winked at you “I’m sorry but that was an opening I had to take”

By the time the three of you made it back to the precinct you felt a little better because even meeting up with C.I.s you found yourself joking with them and the awkwardness was fading. Maybe your friendship could get over it after all?

Jay parked and you slid out of the backseat, Hailey sliding out the passenger seat behind you. “Kim texted, we have another victim” you announced looking back at Hailey then over at Jay. They both nodded slowly “Damn, she was what? Sixteen?” Jay asked and you nodded “Yup”

“Good news is that Voight’s guy may have us some sort of a lead, we just have to play nice with vice” Jay groaned “I fucking hate those assholes” you didn’t think about it before you said “Oh honey everyone hates those assholes” and saw the two of them exchange a look that was a little too similar to…nope not going to the situation that look was similar to.

“Doesn’t your ex work in vice?” Hailey asked and you nodded “Yup, Melody Tyeron” she raised an eyebrow “This’ll be fun” you didn’t like the look in her eyes nor the fact that it made your heart flip “It’ll be fine” you assured her with a tight lipped smile.

She cut her eyes at Jay as the three of you headed inside. You nodded to Trudy on the way by but she whistled so you froze “Yeah?” she nodded towards the stairs “Tyeron is already upstairs” you groaned “Ok, thanks for the heads up” “Any time sweetie” she replied so you took a deep breath and headed for the stairs. 

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“Can I punch her?” Hailey asked Jay, the two of them were watching you interact with your ex and every time the woman looked at you Hailey had to fight the urge to knock her teeth down her throat. “No, Ace can handle herself” Jay reminded her and she nodded slowly “Yeah but that bitch cheated on her”

Jay shrugged “Can’t help that” Hailey looked at him “You’re only saying that because it’s one of her female exes. If it was one of the guys, you’d be pissed” he nodded, not seeing the point in arguing when she had already called him out “Oh yeah, I would’ve already swung but you’re more even tempered than I am”

She looked back towards you again and you were moving away from Melody to walk over to Kim’s desk. You looked pissed but not like you needed a rescue, you just needed a breather. “Trying to be even tempered and being even tempered are two different things” she muttered.

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You despised vice. They were a bunch of bullheaded assholes. You stuck close to Kim and Adam during the debriefing and when Voight started pairing everyone up for the takedown you groaned under your breath when you and Kevin were given Melody. You cut your eyes at Voight and he shrugged slightly as if to apologize.

You moved closer to Kevin, whispering in his ear “and why couldn’t we just take the info and run with it? We have a four time success rate over these asses” a smirk slipped onto his face before he said “We just handle the weight of the takedown then they the ones that put their picture in the paper”

“Ace, Atwater and Tyeron you three take the street side. Upton, Halstead and O’Neal take the alley side. Ruzek, Burgess and Jones take the back. The rest of us have the front” it was an old house with three exits and a freaking fire escape.

You nodded “Yes sir” and everyone moved to get into their positions. You caught Jay’s eye and smiled. He winked at you before following Hailey and O’Neal. 

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“CPD FREEZE” you held your gun level on the man who’d just ran out. “Don’t do it asshole” you told him and he must have weighed his options because he put his hands behind his head and slowly went down to his knees. “Good boy. Cuff him Tyeron” you spoke and she moved in to put the cuffs on him. 

“GOT A RUNNER” you heard Hailey’s voice across the coms right before her and Jay came running around the corner. “Go, I got this” Kevin told you so you hit the com and fell in “I got east, Hailey take west, Jay stay on his ass”

“Copy that” “Copy that” technically Jay had seniority on you but fuck it. 

You slid in one direction, Hailey in the other while Jay stayed right behind the guy. You ended up corralling him into an alleyway. “No place to go” Hailey spoke and the guy did a slow turn realizing he had you on one side, Hailey on one, a brick wall on one and Jay back the way he came.

He eyed Hailey and you and Jay spoke in unison “Don’t” your guns trained on him for the slightest movement. He held up his hands and went down to his knees. “You got me?” Jay asked you and you nodded “Cuff his ass” Hailey tossed him her cuffs so he cuffed the guy and pulled a forty five from his waistband. “You son of a bitch” you muttered and had to fight the urge to slap him. The way he’d been eyeing Hailey. He’d considered it.

He shrugged “Had to think about it damn” you open handedly slapped him “You don’t even deserve a punch you bastard” you snatched him from Jay’s hands and shoved him in front of you “Come on, I’m shoving your ass into a patrol car myself” 

You were walking out of the twenty first when you heard Hailey call your name so you stopped and turned to see her and Jay headed towards you. “Yeah?” she smiled “You slapped that guy for even having the thought of it” you shrugged “You’re my partner and my friend” she nodded slowly “You’ve never slapped anyone over Ruzek”

“I like you better, always have” you teased and she laughed “Nice to know” Jay cleared his throat and when you looked at him he lifted one shoulder and let it fall “You got plans for dinner?” you shook your head “Depends, is it a restaurant dinner?”

He nodded “We didn’t think you’d exactly want to come to our place” you wanted to get over the weirdness and a girl had to eat so you shrugged “Fuck it, why not? I’ll follow you there?” Hailey smiled “Ok”

You walked over to your truck and climbed in, hoping this wasn’t a bad idea.

“What is that?” you leaned over and poked what was on Jay’s plate with your fork and Hailey busted out laughing. “She has a point baby, what did you order?” he raised an eyebrow “The menu said it was some sort of crab. This doesn’t look like crab” you laughed and slid your plate halfway towards him “It’s not how you normally eat it but want half my steak?”

“My hero” he teased, stabbing the piece of meat with his fork. You shook your head and shoved some of the potatoes over onto his plate too, “Here ya go honey” he winked at you “Aren’t you sweet?” you shook your head “Don’t get used to it” Hailey laughed “Yeah, she’s only sweet for me”

She grabbed the menu and looked up at you “Speaking of sweet, want to split a dessert? I don’t want a whole one” you leaned over closer to her and eyed the menu “Tiramisu?” she grinned “I love how your mind works”

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You walked out to the parking lot next to Hailey, Jay had his arm around her and she had her hand dangling down next to yours as if she wanted to grab it but thought better of it. When you got to your truck you turned to face them “Thanks for dinner even if Jay’s turned out to be questionable” he grinned “Hey, you gave me half of yours so I still got decent food”

You laughed “I’m glad I came out, I don’t want weirdness with you two. You mean too much to me” “Good” Hailey replied and pulled you into a hug. Your mind said to tense up but your body automatically relaxed against hers, she leaned back and smiled before brushing your hair back out of your face “You mean a lot to us too, rather you get that or not”

You didn’t mean for it to happen but the next breath your lips were meeting hers. One of her hands moved up to cup your chin as she stepped closer to you. The kiss was gentle, testing the waters. When she squeezed your hip with her other hand and you gasped she rolled her tongue into your mouth against yours and you whimpered lightly. It took you a moment for reality to set in and then you pulled back from her with wide eyes “Fuck I’m sorry” you looked at Jay who up until that point had seemed perfectly content watching you make out with his wife “Sorry”

You turned to try to get in your truck and possibly just head for the border but Jay’s hand wrapped gently around your upper arm “Ace, sweetheart” you looked around the parking lot before turning to face him “What?” he gave you one of those smiles that would make anyone weak “Why are you apologizing and running, again?” you shook your head, eyes flickering from his down to his lips and back up. 

He leaned down, giving you plenty of time to pull away before his lips crashed against yours. His kiss wasn’t as gentle as Hailey’s. He kissed a little more claiming, like was trying to taste all of you at once, his tongue licking into your mouth pulling little noises out of you as you finally got enough of your senses to push against his chest “I can’t do this”

“Do what?” He asked and you waved between him and Hailey “This! I’m not a damn unicorn for a married couple Jay! I’m not interested in being a toy and having my heart ripped out. I care about you two, you’re my best friends! That’s why I wish the other night would have never happened. Please if you two care about me back off, because no matter how bad I want both of you…I’m not about to give anyone that power dynamic over me” 

“We wouldn’t…” Hailey started and you held up a hand “Not on purpose but you’re married Hails. You’re in love with Jay, he’s in love with you. I deserve someone to be in love with me. Not just want to fuck me or claim me. Ok?” 

You looked down where Jay’s hand was still loosely on your arm and he released it, letting his hand drop to your side “It wouldn’t be like that Ace” you smiled sadly “Yeah, it would. From now on, our friendship is work only. I’m sorry” you turned and climbed into your truck. You didn’t look back before slipping your key into the ignition and pulling away from the curb. This was a bad idea. All of this could result in you having to leave intelligence.

“FUCK!” you slammed your hands against the steering wheel as you drove. Anger at yourself and the situation. Why had you ever allowed it to happen? Why had you been so damn weak, so pathetic, so lonely that you would risk the two closest friendships you had? 

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“We just lost her completely didn’t we?” Hailey asked, on the verge of tears as the two of them watched your tail lights disappear. “I don’t know, I never thought she’d see us like that” Jay admitted, slipping his arms around her.  Hailey sighed “I guess we have no choice but to back off, I don’t want to see her leave the unit. Do you?”

Jay shook his head “Of course not” you’d been their best friend for years now. You were always there. Before they got together, when they were falling for each other. Hell you were the only person who’d actually known the day they got married. The last few weeks, spending so much time with you on and off the clock had just led both of them to face feelings that probably had been brewing for some time and they all just ended up boiling over that night.

“We give her time, we let her breath and just try to be her friends again? Maybe she’ll see we want more than that?” Jay offered and Hailey nodded “Let’s go home” 

[onyx-plutos-moon]

Nerds Guide to Thinking About Asking Out The Hot Girl He Knows is Spider-Man by me (originally posted on ao3 with the same user name)

3,880 words, pre-relationship lautski, Steph is Spider-Man, that's more background than you'd think, Pete's pov

"And then?"

"And nothing. You just need to put it in the calculator." Pete smiled at Steph from across the table. She eyes stayed trained on her paper, frowning like she didn't understand anything that was written. "You rearranged it properly, Steph. You're going to get the right answer I promise."

She sighed and grabbed her calculator, holding it how she did her phone. The back was covered in little star and good job stickers Pete had brought as a joke to encourage her. Everytime she aced a problem by herself, she got a sticker. It'd worked a lot better than he'd excepted, she was determined to get every sticker he'd purchased. She put the calculator down, scribbling an answer before turning the paper to face Pete.

"That it?" The paper stuck to her hand as she lifted her fingers, falling once she registered the paper was still attached to her hand. Pete pretended he didn't notice it stick to her hand two inches above the table. He didn't want her to stress about the work more.

Pete uncapped his green pen, marking her step by step process. She'd done everything perfectly. Each line he read, he added a little green tick to the end.

Steph leaned across the table as subtly as she could, crossed arms sliding closer and closer to him as she tried to sneak a good look at her 'grades'. Pete glanced up to meet her eyes and she snapped her head in the other direction, her curly hair hitting her across the face at the speed of her movement.

"Okay, pass me your calculator?" It slid across the table, hitting Pete's arm with enough force to leave a bruise later. She was definitely stressed about the homework.

He grabbed a sticker pad out of his bag, adding one to the collage of stickers. A tiny Spider-Man stared up at him before he handed the calculator back. He noticed the way her eyes widened just slightly at seeing the sticker before she forces herself to relax.

"So, Spankoffski, what next?" She looked up at him, flipping the calculator so it's stickers down.

"That was the last one. We're done for the day."

From the third study sessions, Peter Spankoffski knew Stephanie Lauter had spider powers. It was pretty hard not to know, she wasn't exactly subtle about it. At least not around him. It started with small things, small things he could justify in his mind with the fact that his only female friend was Ruth.

Steph was a lot stronger than he excepted, her strength shown at what he assumed was its fullest in the carpark with Max. She had a tendency to toss him stuff with so much force it left him with bruises. He sometimes fantasized about the day she rescued him from a locker. Luckily he'd been shoved in with his phone and she only knew where he was because they were supposed to meet at the library to study. Memories of her worried voice calling out, of her pulling the locker door off, throwing it across the halls. The relieved smile she gave Pete when she got him out of the locker was tattooed into a section of her brain.

Her hands also got incredibly sticky when she was nervous. Worksheets stuck to her palm, her fingertips, whenever she handed him something to check. He pretended not to notice, so she wouldn't worry more.

What really gave it away was the first time Steph gave him her science workbook. He flipped through the pages, looking for how she took notes. Most pages were basically bare, most only contained a few words and sketches. The final two pages were filled to the brim with notes, observations, many hypothesized ideas, and the page header:

'How to be Spider-Man'.

Reading that really gave it away for him. Pete didn't think she knew that he knew, and it took all his willpower not to compliment how well she'd sorted out her research. In the end he'd told her to focus on making sure she could follow all her notes first.

The real problem was how to ask her out.

It wasn't that she was superpowered, he doubted she would hurt him. Steph was just a dream, as Richie would put it, someone so out of his league he can barely bring himself to think of what dating her would he like. She was popular, rich, and the Mayor's daughter. The only thing that could give him even the slightest chance, social standings wise, was his grades. Being destined to be valedictorian would impress the Mayor, with the downside of it's what's getting him his ass handed to him every other week.

If things were different, he wouldn't hesitate. The look she had in her eyes every time he went off on a tangent, that had to mean something. Pete was sure of it. It was the same look he have her when she got a question right, when her eyes lit up as he placed a sticker on her calculator. He looked at her like she handcrafted each and every star in the sky.

It was February by the time he gained the courage to try. The year had been getting better. He's sure Steph asked- no, told Max to leave him alone. She had the influence for it. Maybe it was a thank you for raising all her grades higher than a C, maybe it was because she cared for him. He hoped for it to be the latter.

The weather had warmed up enough for them to study at one of the picnic tables haphazardly places around the school. They sat across from eachother, Pete sketching in the corner of his notebook as Steph made her way through the worksheet she had for the day. She stuck her tongue out as she wrote, sun lighting her hair a gorgeous honey brown.

"Hey Steph, how's the work looking?" He put his pen down.

"I owe you so much, I never would have gotten this shit without you." She didn't look up, still writing. "I'm thinking I could actually make it through university at this rate."

"That's amazing! I'm really proud of you." He smiled at her as her eyes flicked up to meet his. "I'm serious. You got an A on your last test, remember?"

"I know I know-" Stretching, Steph sat up properly. Her layers and layers of jackets lifted enough to expose the tiniest bit of stomach as she did so, Pete did his best not to stare.

He took a deep breath. Just a few words, that was all he needed to say to seal his fate. "Hey, Steph?'

She nodded, readjusting her zip up hoodie over her denim jacket before pulling her cropped hoodie down. He wanted to add his sweater to the pile of jackets.

"You're going to ace this test." He chickened out.

February may be a short month but Pete had plenty of time to try ask Steph out. The shitty Christmas movie constantly playing at the mall that Steph dragged him to finished a half hour ago, leaving the two to get home in the dark. She'd taken them as a post-study session treat, a way to pay Pete for all the help he's given her.

The only reason he's not annoyed about watching such an awful movie was because he spent a good chunk of it admiring the girl next to him. She smiled the entire time, tapping his shoulder every other minute to whisper comments to him. The other minutes she spent half watching the movie and shooting little webs out of her wrist, creating little shapes on the floor in front of her. Little stars and hearts made from webs littered the floor when they left.

If he could bottle how happy Steph was while they watched the movie, he would hope it worked like Pope Holy water so he would never run out.

The Lakeside mall carpark was chilly. A cold breeze cut his cheeks, leaving him shivering. The pair sat on the curb, legs in an empty part, shoulders pressed together for warmth. Steph didn't seem particularly bothered by the weather, her several jackets protecting her from the wind. He wished he had even one of those jackets, something thicker than his sweater.

Stars danced dimly above them. The moon mirrored how he felt, bright and warm. Every little chirp of a bird tugged at the corners of his lips, slowly pulling a smile from him. Soft thuds of webs hitting the ground beneath them threatened to draw his eyes, but he didn't dare look. Steph was happy and that's what mattered.

A cold wind blew past them and Pete shivered, drawing his knees up. It was getting colder, but Steph was still happy next to him. He wasn't going to ruin this by wanting to to somewhere warmer.

Then she moved. Her arm left his and the last bit of warmth he was clinging to was gone. He looked over in confusion. A little webbed person was stuck to the ground in front of them. He wanted to ask if she was okay, if something was wrong, if she was ready to leave yet.

Instead he watched as she pulled her top layer jacket off. He'd been there when Steph brought it. A dark brown, leather jacket she'd thrifted and paid double for because, well, she's Steph. It was a bit darker than her complexion, a bit lighter than her hair. It looked beautiful on her.

And now she was holding it out to him.

"Steph, you don't-"

"You're freezing, dude." She pushed if against his chest. "Can't have you dying from the cold, now can I?" The jacket dropped onto his lap as she gave him a smile. He couldn't say no to a smile like that.

The jacket was warm. Felt baggy everywhere that wasn't his shoulders. It smelt like oranges, Stephs favourite fragrance. He wrapped it tight around himself, so glad to have something stopping the wind.

"Thank you- thank you so much... Won't you get cold?" He asked, looking at her. Admiring her, more accurately. How her curly hair was frizzier than normal, how her lipstick was slightly smudged from the popcorn.

She shook her head. "No, I've still got layers. Plus it looks good on you." He goes to argue, but she cut him off, "You look hot, okay? Take the complement."

He looked hot? Steph actually thought that?

Every muscle in Pete's body screamed for him to ask her out. Kiss her. Run. Something. This gorgeous, kind, brilliant girl thought he was hot.

When he didn't look like himself.

Maybe she meant like how girls look hot in their boyfriends jackets, but the idea of being the girlfriend in that situation made his skin itch the discomfort.

So he didn't move. His eyes stayed locked on hers, as if that'll freeze them in time and allow Pete to die in this moment. Her gaze was filled with confusion, with fondness. Eyes stayed locked as she raised a hand, moving it towards him and out of his field of vision. A warm hand took hold of his and the eye contact broke as Steph pulled him closer. His arm ended up around her shoulder as she leaned against him.

"Here, this'll stop you from freezing."

"T-thank you-"

There was a tug on his hand, then another. He glanced down to see Steph grab his hand again. He relaxed at the idea of her being just as nervous as him.

A knocking noise pulled Pete from his sleep. He tugged the blankets over his head until they stopped. No way was he going to acknowledge that. After a few moments the knocking stopped and Pete uncovered his head.

A text message lit up Pete's room, drawing his attention. He groaned, rolling across his bed to grab the phone, squinting at the screen.

Steph:

Opens ths wondoms it's cold

What the fuck?

He groaned again, dragging himself and all the blankets off his bed and towards the window. He had so many questions. Why was she texting him at 2am? Why open the window? How was sue near the window if his room was on the second story of his parents house? But he knew better than to question Steph about something like this.

Slowly, he undid the latch and pushed the window out, barely bothering to move the curtains. Something warm, solid, wrapped itself around Pete's wrist. He didn't scream. If he was in danger, he needed to stop it before it became a threat to his parents. He yanked his hand away, or tried to. The grip was too strong.

"-ete. Spankoffski it's just me, okay?" Steph's voice managed to break through his panic. Steph had his wrist.

Steph had his wrist?

The curtains moved to the side, revealing the girl awkwardly pulling herself through the window. He moved to help her, hoping he didn't put his hand in the wrong place. His glasses stared at him from the nightstand as he managed to not grab her chest, hand on her shoulder instead. She shimmied through the window, before pulling in her school bag.

All while Pete stood frozen in place. He knew Steph has some spider powers, but knowing she scaled the side of his house baffled him. And in the middle of the night?

The bag hits his bed unceremoniously, followed by the girl. One, two, three notebooks were pulled out before she looked him at him. "Sit, I don't fucking bite. I want to show you something."

Pete obeyed, of course he did. His feet felt like they were gliding across the floor instead of actually taking steps. The blankets softer than usual as he sat next to Steph.

Once he was sat, she closed the gap between them, leaving their arms and thighs pressed together as she opened the forst of the notebooks. It was a deep green, a colour only found in the Witchwoods. So were her pajama shorts. Maybe they were a bit lighter, the hems resting so high up her thighs-

The notebook was a pretty green.

Careful hands flipped through the pages. Deep breaths could be heard as she turned the pages, doing her best to avoid her fingers tearing them apart. The first handful of pages consisted of sketches, mostly Stacy and Brenda. Soon the drawings turned to words, scribbles into sentences. "I've been working on this research for a while."

"... Why are you here..?" He finally voiced the pressing question.

"Read the notes, I... I can't explain it without sounding like a nut job. Or Grace telling us about Jesus." The book got pushed into his hands. "I... look, it's a science project, okay?"

His fingers curled around the pages before he adjusted his grip on the book. Looking at it, he could see how much effort she put into it. Headings were underlined, bullet points for different topics were standardized with stars and other shapes to differentiate between them. Colours marking different points were identical in colour to the highlighters Pete brought her.

"So you have been listening when I've told you about layouts?" He glanced up at her as she pouted.

"Read my work, get off on how good it looks later." He nodded and turned his eyes back to the paper. 'How To Be A Super Awesome Spiderman' was printed across the top of the page. The same page contained an admission that she asked Pete to tutor her because one, he looked nerdy and two, she thought he was cute.

Everything was documented. Timeline, power development, everything. Some notes were scribbled out, a few areas were covered in sticky notes. He didn't move them. At the end of the first notebook, he turned to Steph, giving her a soft smile. Nerves were clear as day on her face. He placed the notebook in his hands on his lap before grabbing the second book.

It was maybe 10, 15 minutes before he'd read what Steph had recorded. A headache seeped into the area around his eyes as he handed the notebooks back to their owner. He really should have worn his glasses for this.

The girl next to him took the books, gently placing them on the bedroom floor. It took a few moments for her to let go, palms unsticking when Pete placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"That...you did amazing work with that, Steph. You laid out your research so well." He smiled. Of course he did. Stephanie trusted him to read something she'd clearly spent so much time on. He was proud of her, wanted her to be proud of herself.

What he didn't expect was for her to stand up, to walk to the movie posters lining a section of his bedroom wall before turning to face him. "How long have you known?" Her voice didn't give much away.

It took a moment for Pete to gather the words to reply, mind too busy admiring her. The baggy cheer hoodie that definitely didn't belong to her came down maybe an inch less than her shorts. Her dark hair hadn't gone through the half hour routine he knew she put it through each morning.

"I said, how long have you known?"

Shit he'd been staring.

"I-..." He took a deep breath, pushing himself off the bed. "Third study sessions together. You... you gave me your science book and I- uh.. I saw some notes on your- what you thought was happening to you and-" A laugh cut him off.

"Fuck! I thought I was being careful! You knew the whole time!? Shit!" She shook her head, hair bouncing with the movement.

He slid on his glasses before moving to stand next to her. She was even more beautiful when he wasn't getting a headache looking at her. "If I hadn't found out like that, I would have been really concerned for your health."

"What?"

"Your hands get really sticky when you're nervous. It- it happens a lot when we study." He looked up at the posters on his wall.

"Why didn't you say anything, Spankoffski?"

"I knew why it was happening, I didn't see a point in... forcing you to come out?"

"Everyone knows I'm bi, dude."

"Yeah, because you're Spider-Man."

That gorgeous laugh filled his room and, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw her turn to face him. "You're fucking funny, dude."

"Thanks-" A yawn cut him off, his body betraying him.

"Oh right, you have an actual sleep schedule." He stumbled as Steph grabbing his hand, pulling him to the bed. "I want the wall side, by the way."

"Y- what?" His felt as his cheeks went red-hot watching Steph climb to the far side of his twin bed. His body was a fucking traitor. "You- here- I can sleep in the living roo-"

"Get in the bed, Spankoffski."

"Okay-" He got under the covers, taking his glasses off. One leg hung off the edge of the bed uncomfortably. Better than getting to close to Steph and making her uncomfortable.

Once again, a warm hand grabbed him. She pulled him further onto the bed. She let go when he was closer to the middle before shuffling herself back into the wall. "Don't throw yourself off the bed, okay?" Her hand stayed stuck to his arm.

"I won't"

A ray of sunlight directly across his face was enough to wake Pete from his sleep. Eyes closed, he turned his head, trying to bask in the warmth without it painting the inside of his eyelids. It was warm. His bed was so warm he just wanted to drift off to sleep again.

Blankets pulled tight as he tried to roll over, his arm trapped under something. Something so warm. Steph.

Steph who'd slept over.

Steph who was in his bed.

Cuddling his arm.

Maybe if he didn't open his eyes, nothing would happen. He could stay in this moment forever. With the gorgeous girl he'd fallen so hard for hugging his arm as he slept. Maybe if he opened his eyes, she'd smile at him. Greet him and not shove him away.

Maybe if-

A tired groan came from the form next to him. He felt it as Steph sat up, dropping his arm in the process. No way he could open his eyes now. If he fucked this up big time, she was probably strong enough to break his neck with no effort.

The blankets around him were shifted, pulled a bit higher. He was squeezing his eyes shut as Steph shuffled back under the covers with him. They weren't touching but she was close enough for Pete to feel the heat coming off her body.

And then she shifted again. A fraction closer to him. Pulled his arm over her.

He let her. Why wouldn't he? She wanted him to hold her and he may never get this opportunity again.

Pete closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

"You know I believe you about your powers-"

"I'm like, showing you proof of my research, Spankoffski!" Steph huffed as she lowered herself from the ceiling, landing softly on the carpet. And she was determined to demonstrate what she'd researched. Pete, unfortunately, was a test dummy. Picked up, tossed in the air, webbed, you name it.

But she looked so happy.

"I still don't know if I'm poisonous, but I'll find out eventually."

"Venomous." He corrected.

"You're such a nerd." Her voice was fond as she walked back to him. It took a lot of strength to not lose him mind over how good she looked. She always looked good. Her hair pulled back with a silk scrumchie, jeans ripped more that Pete ever thought was necessary, Fleetwood Mac crop top webbed at the hem to stop her from flashing him.

"How many more demonstrations are we doing?" He pulled his legs onto the bed, crossing them as Steph flipped through the notebook. Neither of them acknowledged that they 'woke up cuddling. Pete made them bacon and eggs for breakfast, Steph decided to demonstrate all her research for him.

They both knew it was to distract from the fact that they woke up cuddling, but they'd never admit it.

"I mean we can go out for breakfast. I'll pay."

"Steph you dont-"

"I'm rich, Spankoffski. Pay you back for some of the study dates." She shoved her hand in her bag, rifling around for her wallet. "Hot chocolate, no marshmallows because it makes it taste funny, right?"

"You.." She remembered his order?

"You've never ordered anything different, Pete." He was met with a fond smile as she stood properly again. Maybe he was too much of a chicken to ask her out, but he'd do it one day. Hopefully before she lost all interest in him because, when she looked at him like that, he felt like nothing else in the world mattered. Not school, not prepping for college, not the imminent fear of Max Jagerman breaking his arm for being this close to Steph. She made him feel like all that mattered was them, and he hoped he made her feel similarly.

[lemonisntreal]

I spent like 3 hours just drawing these guys and nothing else while I watched Trollhunters the other day. My computer's being stupid again so digital art's on hold but you know what I still have my fucking hands you can't stop me

And Dictatious

[thedrotter]

comparison!! yuu as I drew him in 2024, february 5th; and this panel from my latest post that just so happened to be drawn in february 5th 2025...

it has been a full year since i started to draw re:kinder like crazy www when drawing yuu i'd always reference one of my own drawings of him for consistency, yet even the way i draw him changed quite a lot www

but im very happy with it😊😊 thought id share this since im amused by the evolution of it

[no-brand-gays]

it is always a good day to find out that the character you’ve liked the most so far in your watch of love live superstar is a descendent of the samurai who founded the city you live in

[stardustquills]

thinking about husband!nanami being obsessed with the idea of getting you pregnant. 18+ mdni.

cw; overstimulation, unprotected p in v, creampie, mentions of pregnancy

wc; 1.7k

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you’ve lost track of how many times he’d made you come - how many time he’s come in you. even now, hours later, it seems like there’s no end.

not that you were complaining anyway.

“oh, baby,” he dragged, voice an octave lower than it usually was. kento had just come in you for the nth time, marking your walls with his white ropes.

he pulled out, leaning his head down to take a glance at his art. “what a pretty pussy. my pretty pussy.” your lips were swollen and puffy, blushed as his seed escaped your cunt, trickling down onto the bed.

he tsked, taking two fingers and scooping up your combined juices before shoving it back in.

you folded with a sob, biting on his shoulder. You head moved into the crook of his neck, taking in his natural scent mixed with his earthy cologne.

“h-ha, ken,” you managed to whimper, your hands weakly clawing at his shoulders. you were overstimulated and tired, unsure of how much longer you could handle him and his insane sex drive.

“doing so good f’me, honey,” he cooed softly, giving you a moment to recover before the next round. his free hand combed through your hair, a soothing motion he knew you loved. when he spoke again, it was like he was speaking to a baby. voice all sweet and gentle, one you couldn’t find yourself saying no to. “think you can go another round?”

he wasn’t really asking - he’d make you go another round.

he slipped his fingers out, causing a soft mewl to escape your throat. your hole hopelessly clenched around nothing as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, cleaning them off. he hummed contently, his fingers moving out of his mouth with a pop!

“we taste good together,”

what a filthy, filthy man your husband was.

“k-kento,” you looked up at him, a pout on your lips with dried tear stains. you hands moved from his shoulders to his neck, your fingers fiddling thing the hairs on the nape.

he looked down at you as you called his name - his heart softened at the sight. his precious wife pouting and looking up at him with doe eyes. your body trembled and shook, goosebumps rising as he trailed a hand down your arm. “yes, darling?”

“‘m tired,” you started, voice quiet and barely audible. “can’t-“

“ah ah,” he cut you off, “yes you can. c’mon honey, just one more round, please?”

how could deny him after he asked so sweetly? but you didn’t know what had gotten into him, why he was so hellbent on getting you pregnant. having kids wasn’t a new topic in your marriage, it’s been something that’s been discussed numerous times, but now you think you’re ready for it.

ever since you told kento “let’s have some kids,” (which was earlier today), he’s been pounding into you like a bitch in heat.

it’s just that he thinks you’d look so beautiful pregnant with his kids. it’s something he’s been thinking about for ages. kento knew you’d be the mother of his kids just a few months into dating.

and now he finally gets to live it.

he can’t wait to see you all round and glowing, growing his kids in your womb. he just knows that you’d be an amazing mother, it’s something you’ve been talking about, and it fills with him so much happiness.

fuck, he’s hard again.

“mmh-“ you whine into his neck as he takes your hand and it helps it wrap around his cock. his hand is around yours, helping you pump because your hands feel that much better than his.

and the whimpers of your name that leave his lips are so delicious, so delicate and full of the love he has for you. ���just one more round, baby, please?” he repeats, voice breathy as you both pumped that veiny cock. “wanna get you pregnant so bad. last round, i promise.”

his hand left yours as he helped you on top of him, your legs straddling his as you hand continued moving up and down, torturously slow. kento looked up at you, his hand swiping a strand of hair behind your ear, a soft smile adorning his lips.

“so pretty,” he pulled your face closer to his, placing a kiss on your forehead. “so beautiful,” he kissed your eyelids, “so perfect,” the tip of your nose, “all mine,” before kissing your lips.

you swallowed up his whimpers and moans, you hand still resuming that unhurried pace. his lips fell open and you continued pecking them, a girlish giggle leaving you as a particularly needy moan of your name left your husband.

“just one more round, yeah?” he pulled his face away from yours, his eyes falling to where your hand tugged on his cock. the tip was an angry red from being so used and aroused, and when you swiped your thumb over his slit he thought he’d come right then and there.

“nghh, b-baby,” his hand grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements, “fuck, gonna make me come,” his voice was deep and gravelly, and you could feel the fresh pool of arousal at your cunt. “gotta come in you, honey, gotta give you some babies,”

kento’s hands moved to your hips, lifting them with a mumble (“lift your hips for me, sweetheart. there you go.”) as he let you line him up with your cunt. your cunt that was drooling with his come, making a mess on his thighs. but he didn’t care - the sight only turned him on even more.

you let yourself lower onto him, a desperate moan ripping through your throat, one that matched your husband’s.

“kenn,” you panted, already squirming, just from him bottoming out. the pleasure was too much for you and your overstimulated pussy. your head fell into the crook of his neck once more, using his scent to ground yourself.

“shh, you’re doing so good, mrs. nanami,” and there it was, his favourite nickname for you, “last round, sweetheart, you can take it,”

you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last round.

but oh he was being so sweet, so nurturing and careful as his hands helped you roll your hips against his. your thighs shook already, goosebumps rising all over your skin as he did all the work even though you were on top. he doesn’t even bother to rub hearts on your clit; he knows you’ll come just from the penetration alone.

his heart is full of so much love and lust, breathless gasps leaving his plump lips as he feels himself hitting your cervix. so much love for his wonderful wife - his wife that lets him use her body over and over again without any complaints.

he bucked his hips up, a moan of ecstasy leaving him as a gasp of surprise left you. his strong arms now wrapped around your waist, pinning you against him as he bucked his hips up into you again, not letting you escape.

you took it like the good girl you were and it drove him mad.

“so good to me, sweetheart,” he leans his head down to your hair, inhaling the sweet, floral scent of your shampoo. kento closed his eyes, letting himself thrust into you faster and faster. he’s so pussy drunk he can’t think straight; he’s only focused on giving his wife some babies. “mmm-aah, mrs. nanami!”

each thrust brushed against your g-spot, a breathless pant leaving you every time it happened. you couldn’t think straight. you wanted it to stop, the sensation was tiptoeing the fine line between pain and pleasure, but fuck kento’s noises were like music to your ears. you’re so cock drunk, strands of incoherent babbles leaving your lips as he dragged his cock in and out of you.

you could feel yourself clench around him, a distinct whine leaving your lips as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach.

“gonna come again, love?” kento grunted, a singular ha! leaving him as his dick kept ramming into you. “it’s only been a few minutes, darling,”

“too much, ken, ‘s too much,” you sobbed, seeing a fresh batch of tears blurring your vision.

“you’re fine,” he decided, thrusting into you with a newfound fervour. “you can take it, honey, i know you can.”

and you do. because who are you to disappoint your loving husband? if he says you can take it, you can take it.

“that’s it, such a good girl,” your head spins with how proud he sounds. you could smell the salty sweat mixed with his earthy cologne. god, everything about him drove you nuts.

“it’s okay, baby, you can come,” he encourages you, one hand petting your hair, the other still wrapped around your waist. kento could feel like way your walls have been fluttering around him, one of the signs you were close. not to mention the way your body quivered and spasmed.

a few more thrusts and you were coming undone, your noises of pleasure being muffled against his neck. your chest heaved with each deep breath, doing everything you can to try and reduce your heart rate.

kento came soon after, his arms tightening around you as an attractive moan left him. thick, white ropes of his seed shot into your womb again, and he kept thrusting until he was sure his come was in you as deep as it could go.

“i love you,” kento whispered, kissing your hair since you kept your face in his neck. he bucked his hips into you again, testing the waters, and chuckled when a high-pitched whine left you.

“love you too,” you kissed his neck, still breathing heavily.

he didn’t pull out, not wanting his waste any of his come. instead, thrusted into you again, slowly, sloppily, his pussy drunk mind taking control of his body.

“k-kento,” you pleaded, dragging your nails down his chest as his pace gained momentum. “you said that was the last round-“

“i know, sweetheart,” fuck, his voice was so needy - your overstimulated walls fluttered around him madly. “but you just feel so good, and i wanna get you pregnant so bad, and h-hahh,” he moaned, cutting himself off.

and it’ll continue, night after night after night, until he knows you’re pregnant - and even then, it might happen after that, too. because kento is so in love with his marvellous wife, he only wants to make her feel good.

[dollfacefantasy]

MAKE HIM DO WHAT I SAY ♡

pairing: older bf!!logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: you and logan make a little bet. who can last longer without sex? as much as he wants to deny it, he's starting to think the answer might be you.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, brief daddy kink (one mention)

a/n: a commission for my sweet @sleepyluxe who i love so very much <33 this fic takes place after the events of dofp when things are fixed.

Seven days. One week. A quarter of a month. That's how long it had been since Logan and you had fucked.

It was brutal. Some may say he's being dramatic, but that's because they've never had the luxury of you. They couldn't understand losing a paradise they've never experienced. The past several days he's felt like a man wandering through a barren desert, the oasis in sight but never close enough to drink from. Absolute torture.

Unfortunately, this situation came about because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

You'd been getting some work done late last Sunday evening. Just a few plans for the upcoming school week. Your fingers punched away at your computer while Logan lay on the bed twirling a stray cigar between his fingers.

"How many more pages you got?" he asked, boosting his head up to glance at you.

At the sound of his voice, you spun your chair around to face him. "Not that many. Just finalizing a few details for the field trip they're taking the kids on next weekend," you said.

"You're not even going. Why're they making you do that?"

The fat stick of tobacco continued to glide between his digits. One of your legs crossed over the other as you watched him.

"I'm not going because I offered to do all the planning," you reminded him. 

Your eyes stayed on the tantalizing movements of his fingers.

"You know you can't smoke in here, so don't even think about it," you said.

He rolled his eyes and puffed air through his pursed lips as if that was an outrageous warning. Sitting up, he put the cigar back in the drawer on his side of the bed. He rose to his feet and began to cross the room in your direction.

"Maybe you should give me something else to do with my mouth then," he teased, his voice lowering to the octave that reverberated with want for you.

Then it was your turn to roll your eyes. You turned your chair back toward the desk and continued grazing your fingertips over the raised letters.

It didn't deter him though. He kept on in your direction, stopping only when he was directly behind the backing of your seat.

His hands landed on your shoulders, fingers massaging the tight muscles fanning out from your neck. He leaned forward so his head hovered beside yours. You could hear each breath he took. The smell of that cigar lingered around his form even if he hadn't lit up tonight.

"C'mon, babydoll. You've been working so hard. A little break won't hurt you," he murmured, lips pressing against your cheekbone.

"I have to have these done by tomorrow morning. Just give me a few minutes, and then I'll be done for the night and completely focused on you," you'd rebuffed him gently.

But that didn't satisfy Logan. When he wanted you, he got you. He proceeded with his tender touches and luring pecks. You remained focused on your work though. He figured he should vary his approach.

"Just let me make you feel good then, honey. Give you some extra motivation," he whispered. His dedicated hands drifted to your waist, squeezing in a way that teased the idea of lifting you up and putting you on his lap. As good as it would've felt to be full of him, you knew you had to get this done.

"You're so bad," you said with a smile, head falling back a little as his mouth moved to your neck, "You act like you haven't gotten any in decades."

"Is that your way of telling me you're getting tired of me?" he teased.

"No. I'm just saying you're insatiable. It's getting to the point where I don't think you could live without me," you responded with a tone matching his in arrogance.

His eyebrow raised, and he pulled back a little to laugh. "That so?"

"Mhm," you nodded. Your sweet eyes stared him down, begging him to disagree.

Looking back, he wishes he could travel through time again to slap any further words out of his mouth. He should've just agreed! Should've told you that you were absolutely right. That he can't live without you, can't survive this life if he doesn't get to slip inside of you at the end of each day. He should've waited the fifteen minutes it would've taken you to finish your paperwork and then gotten laid.

But he didn't do any of that. He had to keep going and dig himself into a deeper hole.

"Don't act so innocent, princess. You're just as bad as me," he'd said.

"No way," you'd huffed, smirking with amusement, "I want you a totally normal amount. You want me like every second of the day. If you could, I don't think you'd ever let me do anything. You'd probably keep me chained to the bed, yours for the taking at all times of the day.

"Like you wouldn't love that. I'm not the one pawing at you every morning, whining about how bad I need it," he taunted.

"Oh shut up, that's happened like a couple times. Every day you're right in my ear, feeling me up. You practically drag me away from what I'm doing when you wanna fuck," you fired back, "I am nowhere near as bad as you."

And then he'd spoken the three cursed words that launched him into this predicament.

"You wanna bet?"

You laughed more at that and nodded again. "Sure. Because I know I'll win."

And that unofficial vow of celibacy was why the two of you had been dancing around each other for the past week. He was starting to feel like that old love song counting the amount of time it'd been since he had you beneath him last. Fifteen hours and seven days or however it went.

You didn't make this trying time any easier for him either. That night he went to sleep with blue balls. The next morning, he woke up to you getting ready. You weren't dressed in your usual style of clothing though. Instead, you had on a dress, Logan's favorite dress of yours. You'd styled your hair real pretty too, letting it compliment your features in the best way.

As his heavy lids blinked open to consciousness, he watched you fasten a shimmering necklace over your collarbone. It sat just above the neckline of the chiffon fabric that adorned your bust.

You caught his waking eyes with your own in the reflective glass, turning to look at him with a bright smile. 

Despite his bleary vision, he could hear the light steps of you prancing over to him. The mattress dipped with your weight as you sat down and leaned in to kiss his forehead. Your fingers slid through his dark hair just the way he likes, with your nails scratching his scalp a little. Worst of all, that close, the scent of your perfume became all consuming. It hit him harder than normal. He wasn't sure if he should blame you or himself for predicting the trials of the coming days.

He hummed in acknowledgement of your presence and nuzzled into your palm.

"Hey, sleepyhead," you cooed, your voice extra soft and sweet. It was too caring to be seductive, but of course, that's where his mind went anyways.

"Hey, baby," he'd mumbled.

"I gotta go drop off that paperwork, but I'll see you later. I love you," you whispered in return before laying one more column of kisses from the tip of his nose back to his forehead.

Then you'd left, leaving him half-hard and yearning for you. A pattern that would plague him over the next week.

Each day it was some new form of torture. The day after that, you'd worked extra hard in the danger room, coming back to him at night covered in a light sheen of sweat. Your heady natural scent filled the bedroom in moments.

The following afternoon, you wanted to cuddle when you both had some free time. The fact that you draped your leg over his torso, slotting your clothed cunt right against his hip, inches away from his cock, was pure accident of course.

Over the last few days, your games have become less specific. You peppered your speech with innuendo. Looked at him with your fuck-me eyes and spoke in the tone you always used seconds before he ended up bending you over the nearest surface.

He tried to fight back, he really did. He stopped wearing a shirt in your shared room. Every time he talked to you, he made sure to rub your ass or stroke your cheek. He was so desperate he stooped to embarrassing levels of lovey-dovey when the two of you were alone. But no matter what he tried, it seemed like you'd been right. Of your pair, you had the superior restraint.

With each passing hour, his frustration grew.

Today, it reaches its zenith.

The mansion is empty because it's Sunday. All the students and other teachers are out on the trip to the observatory today. You and Logan are the only remaining residents in the school. He ended up not having to tag along with the rest of the group after volunteering to fix the sprinklers bordering the school's patio. Babysitting kids had never been his forte even with all the practice he gets at it now. Simple handiwork he could do no problem.

The two of you take the morning to sleep in. This was a rare occasion where no early meetings or classes occupied your schedules. You stay tangled up together well past sunrise.

Logan is the first to leave the warmth and comfort of your embrace. He pulls himself from the nest of pillows and blankets, stretching his limbs out as he does. He rubs the tiredness from his features before rising and heading to the wardrobe to pull on some clothes.

In addition to his normal black t-shirt and jeans, he grabs the tool belt on his way out to the lawn. He slings it around his hips before walking through the back door. Heading past the basketball court and rows of hedges, he finds the line of leaking sprinklers besides them. It would probably take him a while given that he had to first identify the source of the problem and then recalibrate all of them with the adjustment.

He sighs but gets to work. At least he'd have a distraction from the desires haunting him.

Crouching in the dewy grass next to the little faucets, he begins examining the hard plastic shells. To his surprise, scanning for breaks does attach his mind to the task and give him a brief reprieve. It's quiet outside. Besides a small chirp from a distant bird or a grunt out of him, no other sounds echo over the open space. The sun shines in the sky, but it's not beating down on him. The air tickles his skin with warmth but not to the point of being miserably humid.

All the conditions meet in the perfect middle to keep him calm. It's the most peace he's had since he agreed to this bet between the two of you.

But all that tranquility is shattered about a half hour later when he hears the patter of footsteps against the stone pathway. From around the tall thicket of green foliage, comes you. Your face breaks out into a smile the second you burst into his vision. He would look the same if not for what you'd decided to wear.

You trot over to him across the grass in a pair of tiny black shorts with lacy frills on the hems. They sway with each of your movements, highlighting the shape of your legs. A gray camisole graces your upper half; a delicate white bow sits at the center of the collar, dead center between your breasts. The fit of the garment displays the contour of your chest just right. He feels like he's gonna start drooling before you make it near.

Despite his reaction, the outfit wasn't that provocative. It wasn't like you'd strutted out in lingerie. But he was so pent up that a flash of your ankle in the proper lighting could probably get him hard.

Bounding up to him, you wrap his body in a tight hug. Every curve of your form presses up against him.

"Look at you, working so hard," you praise playfully with a kiss to his cheek.

He laughs it off, returning the hug in an attempt to be normal, so you wouldn't see how vulnerable he was right now, how this was the perfect opportunity to strike. He couldn't let you know that in this moment, he could easily become the prey.

"Were you missing me already?" he asks, rubbing his free hand up and down your spine.

"Mhm. Woke up and you were gone," you reply. You nuzzle the crook of his neck, planting a few electric kisses on his skin.

"I didn't wanna wake you. You're pretty cute when you're sleeping," he mutters.

"Well now I'm gonna be cute out here with you," you say and pull back. You peck his lips one more time before plopping down in the grass behind him.

He glances back at you to see what that means. All you're doing is sitting there. Your legs extend out in front of you, straightened for his eyes to rake over. You lean back with your palms against the moist greenery below you.

"You don't got anything better to do with your day off?" he asks.

That earns him a small pout. "If you want me to leave, I will. I just wanna spend time with you."

He can tell by your tone that your intentions aren't so innocent. You're leading him into allowing your presence. But denying his girlfriend has never been one of the wolverine's strengths so of course, he acquiesces.

"Relax. I'm not telling you to go anywhere," he says as he turns back to his work, "I just don't think this will be that interesting to you."

"Watching you do anything is interesting to me," you joke back.

He rolls his eyes and gets back to work.

At first, things are smooth as before. He continues messing with the small, bendy pipes. You're quiet behind him. Almost too quiet, but he lets it go for now since he thinks he's found the source of the malfunction.

It doesn't take long to patch up. The more difficult part is going to each individual head and fixing the tightness. His fingers twist the little knobs to the correct settings. He then turns to you when he's finally done.

The sight of you feels like a gust of fresh air filling his lungs. You're laid out where you were before, but you've reclined across the ground. One of your arms is sprawled outwards, soaking up the sunlight while the other lazily covers your eyes. Your shadow outlines your figure against the emerald blades below you.

You look luscious and ripe, like a precious fruit ready to be picked and devoured. In any other circumstance, that's exactly what he'd do. He'd spread you out further for him and take you apart piece by piece. He wanted your nectar running down his chin with each savoring lap of his tongue. He craved the feeling of your heat wrapped around him, your walls massaging his shaft during every punishing thrust.

Imagining it now only gets the blood pumping down South to his hardening length.

He runs a hand over his hair and sighs. Why didn't he do that now? What was the point of this stupid fucking contest? It's not like there was anything on the line. The only stake was his pride, which to be honest, he'd already compromised for you multiple times over the course of your relationship.

Unbuckling the leather from his waist, he discards the tool belt. Next he peels his shirt from his body and tosses it to the side.

He makes his way to you on the grass. He drops to his knees and leans forward. His muscular frame cages you in against the ground. Starting at your navel, he drags his nose up your body. He coasts over the valley between your breasts and past your collar bone. His soft exhales breeze across your throat before he finally reaches your cheek. With a gentle pull, he clears your arm from your face.

Your eyes flutter to adjust to the sunlight beaming down on them again. They take in the vision of him so close to you and the way he gazes down with adoration.

"Hey, pretty girl," he says, his voice much softer than it'd been before, "You falling asleep on me?"

His thumb rubs over your jawline while the other strokes the crown of your head. A smile blooms across your lips. You can't help it with how he's behaving.

"No... well, maybe a little. I think you were right. Sprinklers are pretty boring," you say.

He grins and leans in to kiss your lips. With the exchange he hopes to communicate everything he doesn't want to say. I give up. You win.

You reach up and cup his scruffy cheeks. Your tongue swipes against his lips, sensing his longing for intimacy. He allows you in, and you deepen the connection. A long breath oozes from your nostrils.

He presses you down against the ground further as your hands slide over the little white streaks in his hair. Your fingers embed themselves in his locks. You feel his hands sliding down your body. They stop at your hips and give the plush flesh a squeeze.

It's obvious what he wants, but in case there was any doubt, his digits then hook around the top of your shorts and give them a tug.

A giggle bubbles up out of you against his mouth. You pull back to look at him with smug eyes.

"Is that your way of admitting I was right?" you ask.

He grumbles and ducks his head down to start kissing your neck. "Don't get cocky or I'll change my mind."

That makes you laugh more. You yank on his hair and pull him back up to look at you. 

"No you won't," you tease and brush your noses together. Looking into his eyes again, you can see how bad he wants this. "Just say it."

"Say what?"

"Say you're giving in. And that I win. And that you can't live without me."

He gives you a blank stare. Silently, he contemplates if there's any way around this. He wonders if there's a way he can avoid utter humiliation.

"C'mon, baby. Throw an old dog a bone," he grumbles.

Giggling, you shake your head. "Nuh uh. I wanna hear you say it."

He sighs and rolls over, pulling you on top of him. You straddle his hips with learned ease. Your smile glows from this angle. The sunlight above cascades over your frame and only further accentuates your body in your tight clothes. He rubs his hands up and down your sides. His dick is already at half-mast under the denim that covers his lower body. Your heat rests right on top of it, teasing him through the barriers of cloth. It dangles what he could have if he gives you what you want right before him.

The words that challenged you and created this trap for himself came out so easy. Why couldn't these be the same?

To coax him along, you grind down the slightest bit. The pressure's so light and gentle, a mere graze of your mound on the outline of his growing bulge. He hisses at the feeling.

"Just admit it," you say, planting your palms on his chest, "Just say I was right and you were wrong."

He watches you above him, knowing you're not going to drop this. If he wanted this self-invoked dry spell to end, he'd have to make it happen.

You roll your hips down with more force, impatient to hear him comply with your request. A small whimper leaks out of you. He can tell from that sound alone that you're getting worked up. That arousal is beginning to collect between your thighs.

The thought of it makes his need for you almost biological. His hands clamp around your waist and press you down harder. He rocks his up a little to meet your own movements.

"I need you so bad, princess," he sighs, his eyes shutting as he takes in the dull pleasure of you on top of him.

"Then you can say what I told you," you tease.

"What was it again?" he asks as he continues dragging your covered pussy back and forth along his now fully hard shaft.

"Say you're giving in. That I win. And that you can't live without me," you remind him, visibly proud of your victory.

With a sigh, he repeats, "I'm giving in. You win. I can't live without you."

You smile and laugh as if it was the best thing you'd ever heard. Your head falls back with glee before coming up so you can see his face again.

"Actually, can you say that again? I'm gonna grab my phone. That way I can film it this time. I just wanna have a record-" you continue to tease, but you're cut off by your own squeal when he grabs you and flips you back over onto your back. He keeps you quiet by smashing his lips against yours as your back thuds against the grass.

This kiss burns hotter than the last one. His mouth moves with bruising passion as he pulls your shorts down your legs for real. You help him by kicking them loose. His hands roam around over your smooth skin.

He glances down and finds what he thought he felt. No panties.

Eyes flitting back up to you, he shakes his head. "You were gonna give in anyways," he accuses.

"Yeah, but you gave in first," you giggle.

A small growl rumbles in his chest, but he still leans in to pull your tank top up. He brings it across your stomach, letting your breasts fall free as he bunches the material above them. He cups the plump flesh, taking a look at the beauty he holds in his palms. You watch him in the fleeting interval in which you're forced to separate.

"So... since I win, what do I get?" you continue to gloat.

"My dick inside you," he answers as his fingers yank his zipper open and shove down his pants in a similar fashion to your shorts.

"But I'm gonna get that anyways. I think I should get a real prize," you say, aiming to stoke the flames higher.

Your hips get hauled closer across the grass, so fast that you're in danger of having green smeared across your skin.

"I don't think you'll be complaining in a few minutes, ya little brat," he mumbles.

His fist pumps over his cock as he lines it up between your legs. The leaky tip smears some precum over your folds before he slides inside. He groans as he sinks in, cherishing the feeling after the week of its absence.

You're quick to adjust to the stretch. With a sharp breath, your back arches off the grass. He had already snapped back and slammed in again. You knew he wouldn't be patient after being deprived of this. Watching him above you, your eyes study how his chest puffs in and out with harsh breaths. His strong arms extend down on either side of your head, his fists holding clumps of grass between them. 

It's a gorgeous view, but you know it can't beat the feeling.

"Closer..." you whine and grab at his shoulders, pulling him down so he's right on you and smothering your body against the turf, "Missed you, old man."

"How many times have I told you to quit it with that?" he asks as his pelvis begins setting a rhythm.

"Enough to know that I'm never gonna," you say. It's the last thing you can get out before moans shatter your plans to speak.

His warm flesh pounds against yours over and over. Your body rocks with the bounce of him on top of you. It feels so good. The world feels bright again, like you'd transitioned from an existence of black and white to living in color. It was so open out here but also so empty. Like you and him were the only two people on earth.

Your voice tapers off. Words become second to whimpers of pleasure. His hands grope the swell of your ass before returning to your sides for steady leverage.

"We'll have to work on that then," he grunts, "If you're not gonna stop, I'll just have to make sure you can't speak at all."

You preen at the idea, clutching at his muscular shoulders and back. He pants right next to your ear. Each stroke drives deep into you, brushing a spot that had ached for him to touch it again.

"Never wanna go that long again," you babble around whines.

"Me neither, baby. Think you were right. Not being able to feel this pretty little pussy every day almost killed me," he says.

A rush of euphoria flows through you upon hearing that. Your moans become more breathy, more full of need for him. You grab one of his wrists and tug his hand off your hip, pushing it in between your legs.

He knows what you want. His fingers apply some pressure and rub at your swollen bundle of nerves. Immediately, he's rewarded with a whine out of you and a buck from your hips.

"Impatient," he huffs between a set of deep thrusts.

"I won," you retort, "I get to do what I want."

Even in the heat of the moment, he chuckles at your petulant tone. His hips keep rutting against you on the grass. He's sure his next task of yard-work will be covering the mysterious indents in the soil out here.

"I needa cum, Logan," you whine several seconds later, "So close."

"Yeah? You need it, sweetheart? Need to let it out after keeping it from me for so long?"

Your head bobs up and down in an enthusiastic nod. "Please, please, please."

"Well, it's like you said. You won. So I think you can finish when you're ready."

"Mmmm- o- ok..." you whimper out.

Your hips roll up and down to reciprocate the fast pace of his own. He's battering right up against that special spot inside you that makes your mind blank and your eyes gloss up.

With a handful of whimpers, you cum. Your face scrunches as your cunt tightens around him. His fingers keep up the same rhythm on your clit, swirling around the little bud through your pleasure high.

"That's my girl," he praises, "Let it all out for daddy."

Your body seizes up at that command. Every cell of your being somehow knows to obey. You stumble over words and let them leave your lips half formed.

He keeps driving into you as you're coming down, chasing his own release. You're well into the territory of overstimulation now, all parts of you fizzling like a lit sparkler.  Your thighs quiver against his sides violently. They lock around his waist when you finally feel him slam in and drain himself.

A loud groan erupts from him. He makes no effort to restrain it given that only the two of you are here to hear it. He fucks it into you, ricocheting himself against your center a couple more times and letting every last drop pour into your dripping hole.

When he feels sated, at least for the moment, he reluctantly pulls out. He takes a couple deep breaths as he watches a bit of his cum ooze out of you. It didn't matter though. That wouldn't be the last load you took today.

His body topples over next to yours on the natural ground. You both lie there for a few moments catching your breath before you roll onto your side to look at him.

You just stare for a few moments. Your eyes roam along the shape of his face to the slope of his jaw and the curve of his chest. Leaning in, you kiss the space below his ear.

He responds to the touch by curling his arm around your waist and pulling you to his side.

His head turns to meet your loving gaze.

"I think we have some more time to make up for," he says.

You respond with an eager nod and hop up to your feet. Both of you pull on the basics of the clothes you'd been wearing before and rush back into the mansion, giggling as you stumble through the halls like a couple of lovesick teenagers.

The door to your room stays shut for the rest of the day. You spend the remaining hours you have enmeshed in each other; intertwined with him enough to recover from the lack you'd put yourself through.

Logan doesn't venture beyond the barrier of your shared sanctuary until the sun has gone down and darkness coats the halls of the mansion.  He walks quietly, taking his steps carefully to ensure none of the wooden planks beneath him creak.

All he had to do was go downstairs and grab you some water. In and out. Five minutes. But as he rounds the turn into the room, Scott's already there, looking through the fridge. He freezes and stands there awkwardly in his black tank top and loose sweatpants.

Having heard the sounds of his footsteps, the other man glances over at him. 

"There you are. Didn't see you around when I got back," he says simply.

Logan shrugs, trying to play it casual. He walks across the room toward the cupboard that holds the glasses. The other man's eyes follow him. He can feel that even through the scarlet shades on his face.

"Haven't seen your other half either," Scott continues.

Logan can tell from the tone of his voice where this is going. 

"Don't call her that," he scoffs, forever downplaying his attachment to you, "She's tired. She's upstairs sleeping."

"On her day off? I wonder what would have her so drained," Scott replies. His tone is flat in contrast to the little smirk on his face.

"Don't start," Logan says. He goes to the fridge to fill your cup with water. The trickle of the fluid is the only sound in the room until Scott keeps going.

"I didn't say anything," he says, raising his hands in surrender, "Only that this is the best mood you've been in all week."

"A couple hours without you around does wonders for me," Logan grumbles, wishing the liquid would pour a little faster.

"I'm sure. A couple hours with no one else around. Just the two of you after you've both been stiff the whole week," he taunts, "It's ok to admit you're whipped."

Finally, the cup is full. Logan takes it and turns away, holding one finger up as he walks from the kitchen.

"See you tomorrow, Scott."

"Yeah. Tell her if she's feeling sore, she can skip the early meeting," he says with a little laugh.

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(My tags run out of space I guess I went little bit over) But... okay it will be here now...

I've lost half of what I've wrote because of the emotions... So I will just... You've been doing this comic in your free time, you've been makin yourself this free time, you've been creating, you've been thinking, you know what we needed, the way you presented everything It feels much more than just a comic for a free time, for me it is sleepless nights and endless hope Cass, I hope you will look behind yourself and see all the bright smiles you've been able to give us all

Part 5!

Well. It's been exactly one year since I started this comic. Which is pretty impressive for my tiny attention span. This is the biggest of my stories and I'm so damn proud (and surprised) that I was able to finish it haha

Quick q&a because I know a lot of you would ask something like this:

Why didn't I add "x" to the comic? - Because I didn't want to.

Why did I add "x" to the comic? - Because I wanted to.

This story was improv from start to finish and that means I added and took away many things. I don't regret any of them haha

Thank you all for being with me. This fandom is wonderful and I'm happy to be a part of it :)

When is this happening? ‘,:l

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