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Last Chance (1986)
Author: @broomclosetkink
Rating/Warning: Explicit, referenced ED, child ab*se, physical vi*lence, Domestic vi*lence
Chapter Count: 12/?
Description:
Eddie knows he hasnât got a chance in hell with Chrissy, but God, what he would give to just try.
So yeah, he takes a moment. Inhales deeply, tasting the cold in the air, listening to the snow melt drip from trees. Last chance, Munson, he thinks.
Heâs going to be gone after he graduates. What the fuck does he have to lose? Maybe he misses the mark completely and she never speaks to him againâŠbut how will that be any different than the current status quo? Itâll be a few more months of desperate, angst ridden pining, and then â well, then heâll never see her again.
How the hell is he supposed to live with himself if he doesnât even try?
Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, idiots in love, fluff, smut, they're all over each other, Eddie is soft boi, hurt/comfort, this is one of the BEST fics, Eddie is hurt by Chrissy's past because WTF, Chrissy just needs a hug, Eddie POV, multiple chapters, status: WIP
#Alternate Universe- no vecna#idiots in love#fluff#smut#they're all over each other#Eddie is soft boi#hurt/comfort#this is one of the BEST fics#Eddie is hurt by Chrissy's past because WTF#Chrissy just needs a hug#Eddie POV#multiple chapters#status: WIP#eddsy#eddissy#eddie x chrissy#eddie and chrissy#eddie munson#munningham#stranger things#chreddie#chrissy deserved better#chrissy cunningham#hellcheer#hellcheer fanfic
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He's asking the real question because Tim was a wild card when he first wanted to become a Robin
Dick: You ever think that if you had said no to Tim being the next Robin he would've become a villain instead?
Bruce Wayne spat his drink out in shock.
Bruce: I thought I was jumping to conclusions!
Dick: Yeah, nah I love Tim, he's my brother, but... Jesus Christ this could've been an 'Incredibles' situation. So I'm glad you put aside how you usually are and let him work with you.
Bruce: Thank you... Wait what do you mean how I usually am?
Dick stood up and walked off.
Bruce: The silence speaks volumes!
Dick: Don't care.
#batfamily#batman#dick grayson#tim drake#batfamily chronicles#he got turned into the joker in the spinoff series so yeah i think about this#tim drake is a menace#bruce wayne#dick grayson is the best brother#he's the only one who can be this honest with Bruce#tim and dick#batfamily shenanigans#batfamily fanfiction#batfamily headcanons#bruce wayne is trying#batfamily funny#batfamily comedy#microfiction#batfamily microseries#flash fiction#headcanon batfamily#script fic#part of my batfamily microseries#batfamily fic#batfamily fluff#batfamily microfiction#batfamily chronicles microseries#dc fanfiction#part of my batfamily flash fiction#batfamily chronicles flash fiction
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Had this idea about Rafeâs best friend! Reader who hasnât been with anyone in like a year and is getting really worked up. Maybe she had a terrible week and there was a last straw and sheâs yelling and yanking on her hair and throwing things and Rafe is kind of realizing she just needs to be totally dominated and taken care of so he does
rafe x bsf!reader
a/n: i totally love that idea anon !! first time writing ever i just didnt want to let sweet nonnie down, so apologies if its not that good !
cw: smut, swearing, drool.
rafe knew you havenât had a hookup in ages. you would vaguely mention it, when it would be just the two of you in either oneâs rooms. if he was being honest, he pitied you. he even wanted to be the one to help youâŠ
you were pissed off the whole week. maybe it was your hormones, with the way you would get annoyed at everything.
whether it be traffic making you late to events, or people at the country club being rude, steam was coming out of your ears.
you were like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode anytime now. good thing your bestfriend kept you grounded whenever you were feeling overstimulated.
so there you were, in your room getting ready for dinner with your family and the camerons. rafe on your bed scrolling on his phone, patiently waiting for you.
you were quiet while doing your makeup on your vanity table, not your usual chatty self. normally you would go on and on about anything and everything under the sun, yapping for hours on end.
rafe knew something was up.
âsomething wrong bunny?â he asked, using the nickname he gave you referring to the time you dressed up as a bunny for halloween when you two were little.
âno,â you replied with a pout, voice barely above a whisper.
rafe knew better than to push you, so he just sighed and kept quiet.
a few moments have passed, and rafe hears a soft âoh fuckâ, a thud, and heavy breathing from your vanity. he looks up from his phone and sees your head down, soft sobs coming from the table.
when he got up to come closer, you shot up. screaming, crying, wailing even. rafe could see your problem now: you smudged your mascara. you started yanking out your hair curlers, figuring they were useless if your makeup was ruined anyway.
âwoah woah- hey bun!â he yelled, pulling you by your waist. he placed you on your bed, rubbing up and down your arms to soothe you.
rafe guided you gently so you were laying your head on your pillows. he was in between your legs, arms caging your frame.
âshh calm down baby,â he whispered, wiping your mascara stained eyes with his thumbs.
he petted your hair, large hands slowly making their way to your cheeks.
âiâm here, iâm here.â he cooed as your cries hushed, turning into soft hiccups.
in this position he could feel you wet through your bloomers. he looked at your eyes as if to ask for permission silently, before he cupped your mound through the frilly fabric.
âwhat dâyou need bunny?â
âneed you rafey,â you whined. he carefully pulled down your bloomers, a string of slick connecting your pussy to the fabric.
rafe grew hard at the sight, taking his thumb to run across your slit. his other thumb trailing to play with your nipples through your top.
you mewl at the simultaneous sensations, given you havenât experienced them in a long while. he took that as a sign to circle your clit, causing your eyes to shut and your legs to close, only to be blocked by rafeâs broad figure.
he then plunged two fingers in and out of you, thick digits stretching your tight hole. rafeâs hand that was previously playing with your tits find their way to your mouth, muffling your lewd moans.
âletâs be quiet bunny. your parents might be downstairsâ he shushed, deep voice making your pussy clamp down on his fingers.
fingers curling up to hit your sweet spot, rafe could feel you getting close.
âyou can cum baby, go âhead,â he signals, feeling you gush all over his hand. eyes rolling to the back of your head, you felt euphoria rush through you.
as you rode out your high, rafe removes his hand from your mouth, drool dripping from your mouth and his hand.
âsorry,â you squeaked. he didnât mind anyway, just happy you probably had your first orgasm not from your own fingers in months.
it never occured to you that this was an option, to be touched by your own bestfriend. this wouldnât be the last time it happens, you could tell.
âthank you rafey.â you smiled weakly at him, looking through your lashes. he didnât say anything, just kissed your forehead.
âare we late to dinner?â you asked, suddenly remembering why you were getting ready.
âi drive fast, weâll make it,â he smirks, grabbing your small hand to cup the bulge through his pants.
dinner could wait.
likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated !! love, scarlet.
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okay but a like post-series fic i want that's like: steve harrington being the only man left in hawkins fighting monsters
and not like a 'everyone died, last man standing' way but just. they beat it back, the story ends, nice little tie-up and neatly concluded, eleven loses her powers because their world is completely cut from the other. and life goes on. eddie (yes, eddie lives au don't fight me) goes off with his band, robin-nancy-jargyle off to separate cities for college. the kids go to high school, graduate high school, and scatter across the country. joyce and hop buy a beach house far-far-far away from goddamn hawkins indiana.
steve though. steve stays. he does it too without comment, takes all their calls telling him all these amazing things. the years pass. the calls are fewer and far between. he's mostly in contact with only dustin and robin. except robin's out of country doing some crazy temp job in some remote country, she never catches him at home right now so just leaves him messages. and it takes a couple of weeks for dustin to realize he hasn't gotten steve on the phone.
frantically he calls around "have you heard from steve???" except the most people talk to steve anymore is like phone calls during holidays and holy shit what could have happened??
and what if it's back?
cue everyone who can in that moment, rushing back. eddie hopping on a flight from fucking london direct to indianapolis somehow, heart in his throat. he manages to meet hopper in the airport and they pick up max and dustin at the bus station.
they get to hawkins that is even more different that what they left. a smaller town, a town that shuts down completely when the sun sets. it's creepy and deserted.
except for the fucking upside down monsters of course.
and they're in their stupid little rental in front of this demogorgon and they're screaming but then the thing just goes splat on the concrete and steve fucking harrington is blinking owlishly at them.
"Oh, hey guys!" he calls jogging up to the driver's side window. "Wow, what brought you back down this way? You should have told me, I would have told you about the curfew!"
turns out steve just forgot to pay his phone bill that month, didn't even realize he was missing calls and he's been fighting monsters the entire time because actually they WEREN'T cut off from the upside down at all and he's just been casually fighting monsters for the remaining hawkins residenceâthe whole town knows now and steve's the guy you call when you have a monster problem
sidebar: WAYNE still lives in hawkins, and he and steve are best friends, eddie munson you are gonna LOSE YOUR MIND
#stranger things#steddie#because who am i if i don't make things about steddie#the steve harrington whump being left behind and abandoned again of it all#who's been spending christmas with him????#dw he actually probably had a grandma rotation + wayne BUT STILL#steve who is thriving in adversity best he can but rightfully hurt about being the last one there i can have both#'i don't need you to have a fulfilling life but it sure would have been nice if any of you had stuck around'#okay im done thank you for coming to my elevator pitch#shush mal#if this fic exists you're legally obligated to send it to me#i'll sue you if you don't#my steddie ideas
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Use Me Up | boyfriend's best friend!h
Originally posted on Patreon!
Summary: Harry's your boyfriend's best friend and he's very hard to resist.
Word Count:Â 7,072
Warning: smut, cheating, lying, alcohol consumption
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Look at him. Dark curls, soft green eyes, broad shoulders. All fit and tattooed with that dirty smirk aimed in your direction. Itâd been like that all night. When no one was looking his eyes were on you.
Harry Styles. The object of desire for so many women. But the problem for you was that he was your boyfriendâs best friend. You should have been off-limits. He shouldnât have even been taking part in your daydreams.
You rolled your eyes at him as Colin knocked his beer over.
Everyone had a couple too many drinks at that point. Your boyfriend, the worst off.
âHere,â you leaned down and righted the spilled can to halt the beer from pouring out.
Colin fell back into the couch and laughed as you got up to take the nearly empty can to the trash.
âHey! I wasnât done with that!â
âI actually think itâs time for a little water,â you countered.
Walking into the kitchen you took a breath and grabbed two cups for water. You needed some as well. Youâd been hitting the strawberry lime seltzers kind of hard since you arrived at Ivyâs and you were feeling the alcohol.
âNeed help?â
You turned to look over your shoulder as you shut off the faucet.
âIâm pretty sure I can handle this,â you laughed as you raised your hands, a cup of water in each.
Harry reached into the fridge to grab himself another beer, âAll right. Was just being nice. You done drinking for the night?â
âProbably. Colin is for sure done. Gonna have to carry him home I think.â
âIâll help you. I can tell heâs well past his limit. Thereâs no way youâre going to have an easy go of it with him. Heâs like Gumby when he gets drunk.â
You laughed and Harry licked his lips as he watched you. You hated (but you loved it) when he licked his lips while he was looking at you. It elicited memories of the not-so-long-ago past.
. .
You arrived at Colinâs a little early but you knew Harryâd be there and heâd let you in until Colin showed up.
He got you a soda from the fridge and you both went into the living room where he showed you their new record player.
âItâs got great sound and check this out,â he pulled out an album and placed it over the turntable showing you how the tone arm lowered automatically and cycled the vinyl around to the perfect spot to begin at the first song.
âOh, thatâs cool!â You watched as he clicked a button and sound started playing through the speakers. It was an old popular 70s rock song, âThe sound quality really is good.â
He snapped his fingers and began to move his hips as he grinned at you so you placed your soda down and mimicked him, swaying and laughing as you snapped your fingers.
Behind Harryâs grin, you saw something else. The way he licked his lips, his eyes traveled over your curves, and he slunk in closer as he moved to the music- it held some kind of intensity that you werenât sure how to work out. One thing was for sure; Harry was a flirt and your boyfriend was not home.
âYouâre cute,â Harry said it so flippantly as he jutted his chin up and kept his eyes on yours.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, âYeah rightâŠâ
But he did this thing that had you feeling a slurry of scorching lava under your fingertips as he bit into his bottom lip with his eyelids drooped gently, pupils winding over your hips while you continued to move and he pulled your hand into his, redirecting your flow until you were practically dancing in his arms.
âYou know youâre cute. What are you doing dating Colin anyway?â
His hand wound over your hip as he kept his eyes on yours.
âIâŠâ you laughed and shook your head. You werenât sure what he was doing but it had you reeling. His heavy presence and deep voice, the music lulling you into surrender, his pretty bright eyes, that evil grin⊠It definitely wasnât the first time heâd flirted with you in private.
âYouâre too good for him, Y/n,â he spoke smoothly, his face nearing yours and his voice dripping with lusty deception.
âI doubt that, Harry,â you spoke just above a whisper as he slithered around you until his hands were holding your hips and your back was against his chest. You knew it was wrong. You knew you should have stopped but you didnât want to.
And when you felt his breath on the back of your ear and he pressed his hips against your bum you softly gasped but made no move to stop him. He was too close and his lips were practically brushing against the shell of your ear as he kept swaying you in step with his movements, hips glued to your backside, and then he moaned. The sound vibrating off your neck and making goosebumps rise up on your skin.
You closed your eyes and settled your hands over his when he let out another graveled moan into your ear, âYou like this donât you? Need more attention from Colin than he can give youâŠâ
It was true. You were a bit needy while Colin was a bit cold, aloof. But itâd always been that way with you two and youâd settled and gotten used to the way he was. However, that didnât mean you didnât miss attention. And Harry was suddenly filling in the small gaps left behind from Colinâs apathy.
But the moment you heard the keys in the door, Harry moved away from you just as deftly as heâd pulled you against his chest and acted like nothing had happened.Â
. .
You forced Colin to drink his whole cup of water and by the time heâd finished he was already half asleep. It was time to go and Harry accompanied you.
âYou donât have to help,â you said as the three of you climbed into the back of a taxi together.
âLook at him, Y/n. What makes you think heâs gonna be able to walk to the door on his own? You certainly canât carry him. Besides, I live at the same house and it was time for me to go as well. Saves us money anyway, yeah?â
You nodded. He had a point you supposed.
You were smushed between Harry and Colin in the backseat. Colin was like a limp noodle against you while Harry was warm and solid and somehow he took up so much more space than you imagined he would.
âYouâre gonna stay over, right?â Harry looked down at you.
âI figured I would, yeah. Itâs not a problem?â
Harry chuckled and looked out his window before putting his big palm over his thigh, knocking against your knee, âOf course itâs not a problem. I love it when youâre over.â
You couldnât take your eyes off his pinky finger which was nudged against your jeans. You werenât sure if he was doing it on purpose or if it was just because the space was so tight but you certainly didnât mind it. Looking over at your boyfriend his mouth was dropped open and his eyes were closed. Out cold.
âHeâs not waking up for the rest of the night,â Harry spoke quietly, his lips aimed toward your ear.
You gulped when Harry shifted the slightest, pressing his side into yours, and began moving his hand over his jeans-clad thigh, his pinky brushing over your own jeans-clad thigh.
When you arrived at the house, Harry pulled Colin out of the backseat and lifted him into his arms bridal style. You laughed at the sight and followed the men toward the door.
âKeys are in my front left pocket,â Harry said as he jutted his hips out and looked at you with a smirk.
You sighed and slid your fingers into his pocket, which was a bit tight, but you pushed in until you felt the metal and looped your finger into one of the key rings to pull at it.
Harry sucked in a breath through his teeth, âThere you go, Y/n. Just like that.â Harry said it as if you were doing something naughty to him.
Unlocking the door you stepped in and held it open for Harry, who walked past you and took his best friend to his bed, laying his head on the pillow and then removed his boots. You watched from the doorway of Colinâs room as Harry took care of him, light shining into his room from the hallway.
Harry grunted when he pulled the last boot off and then got up to leave the room, closing the door behind himself.
You pointed toward the doorknob, âIâm probably just gonna call it a night actually.â
Harry pressed his lips together, hiding the grin that was trying to take over his features, âNahh⊠stay up a little longer with me. Donât go to bed yet.â
It was a terrible idea. You werenât being forced to follow him away from Colinâs room. You werenât being manipulated or deceived. You were curious, though. Wondered what might happen if given the chance.
You both had a bottle of water as you sat on the stool near the record player and Harry sat on the couch across from you, his legs spread apart.
âWhy you all the way over there?â He licked his goddamn lips again as he looked at you with what could only be described as bedroom eyes; that half-lidded, sultry gaze.
 âI donât know. I just sat here is all,â you shrugged and capped your water bottle before placing it on the floor by your feet.
âYou got work tomorrow?â He asked as he crossed an ankle over his knee before his ring-clad fingers ran up and down his thick thighs.
âNo. I donât work Sundays. What about you?â You already knew the answer.
âNope. Means we can stay up as late as we want. Colin wonât wake up til afternoon anyway. When he gets like this heâs a log.â
You laughed and nodded, âYeah. Iâve seen him like this a few times. Youâre right.â
âWhy donât you put a record on,â he gestured toward the turn table next to you.
You squatted down to go through the records, tracing your fingers over the dust jackets until you found one that had a mix of popular 70s songs, âYou guys have a lot of 70s music.â
Harry crouched down next to you to see which album you were looking at, âSâcause these are all used and plus 70s music is pretty good, yeah?â He grinned at you, taking the record from your hands and stood up, âWant this one?â
You nodded and watched him put the vinyl on the record player and then hit the button for the music to begin. The song that started to play sounded like something instrumental at first but then you heard the first line Got a black magic womanâŠ
Harry turned to look down at you and began bobbing his head and rolling his shoulders, moving to the music. You laughed at him. He was being a little goofy with his movements but the dimpled grin on his face was evidence that he was trying to make you laugh. You swung your arms then raised them over your head and spun around with your hips swaying.
You and Harry kept moving to the song and then he was behind you, singing the words to the song when you felt him moving in step with you, âSheâs tryinâ to make a devil out of me⊠Donât turn your back on me babyâŠâ
You laughed as he sang just loud enough for you to hear his raspy voice in your ear.
âIs my singing funny to you,â you felt his hand on your arm, nudging you back toward him.
You turned to look back at him over your shoulder, âYouâre just funny, Harry. Youâre being goofy.â
âOh yeah? You think Iâm goofy?â He held your arm as he pressed his chest into your back and continued singing, âStop messinâ âround with your tricksâŠDonât turn your back on me, baby⊠You just might pick up my magic sticksâŠâ
You moved with the music and couldnât help the cheesy grin on your face as he brought a hand down to your hip while his other stayed wrapped around your upper arm.
He sang his breathy words into your ear and it made your skin to heat but the way he was holding you against his body had your resolve crumbling. Not that you had much resolve to begin with.
âYes, you got your spell on me, baby⊠Turninâ my heart into stone⊠I need you so bad magic woman, I canât leave you aloneâŠâ
You moaned, the top row of your teeth jammed into your bottom lips and he squeezed at your hip as his lips grazed against your ear.
You knew this would happen. When you were looking through the albums you wondered if heâd get up and dance with you. If heâd pull you into his arms and seduce you like he nearly did that time before. Or any of the other times he flirted with you or touched your skin, or whispered compliments into your ear when Colin wasnât paying attention. There was only so much a girl could take when a man like Harry was coming on to her.
And who would ever know?
You raised your arms and drew your hands to the back of his neck as he continued swaying you in his arms, his crotch glued to your bum and you felt every bit of him pressed into you. His hot exhale on your neck was damp on your skin just before his pink lips found your flesh.
It sent a crackle of electricity through your spine as he began to kiss your soft skin slowly and when the song changed you found yourself being turned in his arms, all blurry and hot and thirsting when you felt his mouth smeared against yours.
He cradled the back of your head as his lips pressed plush kisses to your mouth and then his tongue slid over yours.
Youâd stopped moving altogether and instead just stood next to the record player as the music played and you made out with Harry. If Colin walked in you didnât know if youâd be able to even stop then. Harryâs lips and his tongue and his hands were rewiring your brain chemistry and all you wanted was him.
A cracked moan fell from your chest as Harry pulled away, his eyes locked on yours as he tugged at you, moving you toward his bedroom.
The Bill Withers song was still playing in the background as you were led to his room.
I want to spread the news⊠That if it feels this good getting used⊠Oh, you just keep on using me⊠Until you use me upâŠ
He shut his door and the sound of the song was muffled but when he put his hands on your hips and his soft lips found yours you grabbed his t-shirt and pulled at him until you were both on his bed, limbs tangled and mouths wound together.
He rolled to his back and pulled you over his legs so you were straddling his thighs on top of him as you kept kissing and groaning into his mouth.
You could feel how hard he was in his jeans as you rolled your pelvis gently down and he hissed, âKeep doing that and Iâm not gonna be able to stop, Y/n.â
You laughed into his mouth and pulled away to look down at him, âWhat are we doing, Harry?â
He let out a breathy chuckle as he kept a hold of your hips, âWeâre doing something very bad is what weâre doing.â
Biting your lip you looked at his kiss-swollen mouth and back into his eyes, âWe shouldnât though, right? This is bad.â
He licked his lips, âWe shouldnât. But whoâs gonna stop us?â His big hands moved down to your thighs. âWhat if itâs just our little secret? No one has to know.â
You dropped your lips back down over his in an unspoken agreement. No one ever had to know. Itâd be your dirty little secret. A naughty indulgence to never be spoken of again.
When you felt his fingers smooth up to the bottom hem of your shirt you felt him tugging it upward. Halting the movement of your mouth against his you sat up and shucked it from your torso. His hands immediately found your tits as you unhooked the back of your bra and the moment your nipples were bare to him he sat up, one arm winding around your low back as his hand cupped your fleshy breast and he ducked to pull it into his mouth.
Wet saliva coated each of your tits as Harry wove his mouth back and forth on your skin and your nipples. You slid your fingers into his hair and moaned as he leaned you back further until your back was on his mattress and he was hovering over you, undoing your jeans button.
You looked up at him and pulled at his t-shirt. You wanted to see more of him. Youâd seen his bare chest before. Youâd seen him in just running shorts a few times. The man was ungodly. Tattoos, chiseled pecs, and soft abs with masculine hair scattered over his chest. Strong arms that could crush and thighs that allowed him the sort of endurance you were sure would come in handy that very night. He was broad and dense, heavy and sexy as fuck.
When his skin was on view you ran your hands over his shoulders and down to his pecs as he began to undo his own jeans. You quickly pushed your fingers into your waistband and yanked your jeans down your legs until you were just left in stretchy red boyshorts.
Harry groaned and kicked his jeans off and then crawled back over you, carefully fitting himself between your thighs and laying his hips against yours, his hard cock, hidden by the thin layer of his boxers, rested over your pussy as he slowly rocked himself down. You lifted your hips upward to feel his girth and the heat of him between your legs.
Dry humping. You hadnât done it since your first year of college. Guys tended to go right for getting naked and getting something wet as soon as possible.
Though, technically Harry was getting something wet. Between his tongue on your lips and your pussy secreting arousal with every nudge of his dick against your clit there was nothing dry about dry humping in that moment. Even his boxers were getting wet the longer you two went at it.
He began to move himself down your body, taking more time to lavish your breasts with his tongue and his lips before he licked into your belly button triggering a giggle to bubble out of your mouth. He placed his hands on your hips and dug his fingers under the elastic band at the top of your underwear and began to pull at them, to which you lifted your hips so he could tug them off.
Smoothing his big palms up the outside of your thighs to your hips he kept his eyes on the glistening space between your legs and puffed out a breath, âThis is all mine tonight?â He looked up at you and it was dripping hedonistic lust as his thumbs slid down over the soft flesh of your pelvis.
You nodded and breathed out a yes before he slowly poked his tongue out to lick his lips and lowered his mouth to the space next to his thumb, a warm kiss smushed into your skin before it sliced a damp path inward to your mons. You were spinning and blubbering under him as he gripped onto the underside of your thigh and held you apart.
Your body was trembling before he even laid his tongue over your pussy but when he finally pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to your clit you could have just perished right then. You balled up the blanket under you in your fists as he began to run his tongue up and down your wet pussy.
You sputtered out a string of curses and rolled your hips up when he slid his fingers over your entrance and prodded in.
âMmmâŠâ he lifted his face to look up at you, âY/n⊠youâre so wet for me. Gonna need to sneak tastes of your pussy anytime Colin isnât around.â
You couldnât respond other than to moan his name and thread your fingers into his hair when he reattached his lips.
There was something about the way Harry did it, the way he licked at your pussy and kissed your clit, the way he drove his fingers into your cunt and moaned over you that was so sultry and hungry⊠it was like he needed it, like he was desperate for it. For you.
The house was quiet. It was lucky Colin slept like the dead when he got drunk like that or youâd have to worry about him hearing. But as it was, Harryâs bedroom was filled with the sound of something lewd and wet and achy. Moans coming from you and from him, your pussy getting worked by his fingers and his mouth, the shift of bodies over blankets and the subtle creaking of his bed as he dug into your pussy with more fervor.
 And you really tried not thinking about the way Colin did it versus how Harry was doing it but you were amazed at what a little enthusiasm could feel like. Colin ate you out, sure, but it wasnât like this. It wasnât a man with a primal need to make you feel good and stake some kind of claim on you. Colinâs method was more like a means to an end. A way to get you nice and wet so he could stick his dick inside of you.
Harryâs method was an animalistic craving. He wasnât eating you out nicely with a soft tongue and a few slurps. No. This was something else. He was devouring you. Sloppy and sopping. He dragged his tongue over you like it was his fucking job. The one arm he had wrapped around you, was anchoring you to his mouth. You couldnât escape him if you wanted. This man wasnât taking it easy. When he lifted you slightly, he scooted in closer and removed his fingers from your pussy and licked up the wet spots on your inner thighs and down your bum before he spread you back open with two of his fingers again and got back to ravaging your clit.
You had to release his hair and go back to gripping the blankets as you felt your body wash away into the atmosphere, floating and buzzing and melting as you lay helpless under his weight and his tongue.
You were certain it was going to be a mess when he was done with you. There wasnât anything dry between your legs nor on his face. The heat and the moisture rose until there was nothing left for you to do but come. And come and comeâŠ
He had his fingers pressed into your front wall massaging your g-spot as he sucked and drew your clit into his mouth. You couldnât stop shaking or crying for what felt like minutes upon minutes.
But then it was too much and you squeaked a laugh as you tried lifting and pulling away but when you pushed at his forehead he swatted you away and grunted, not letting up on the doggish way he was eating you.
âOh my god! Fuck, Harry!â You bellowed into his room and tried closing your legs and moving to roll to your side but he had you pinned down and it seemed only to egg him on. His eyes flitted up to yours and in warning to keep still, not that you had much choice. He wasnât budging nor letting you pull away from his mouth as he continued fucking you with those long fingers and lapping all around your hot, pulsing clit.
But then you saw the slight smirk as he lifted for air before he dove down again and slid his tongue quickly over your clit and the sensitive, too-much feeling turned into a liquid ache and then desire as you felt you second orgasm begin to prick and burst until it was forced out of you like a torture method. Come or elseâŠ
So you came again. Not against your will but not by your own accord. It was automatic. You couldnât stop it from happening.
You were drifting into the ether when he finally, fucking finally, pulled his mouth and his fingers away. When you opened your eyes he was smirking down at you, like he was proud of the state heâd left you in.
âWhat?â You croaked out as your chest heaved violently.
âIâm serious. Gonna need to do that to you as often as possible. Whenever Colinâs not looking. Damn youâre hot, Y/n. FuckâŠâ he ran his hands over your sides and up your torso to your nipples where he circled over them with his thumbs, âWish Iâd gotten to you first.â
You pushed yourself to sit up, âYou⊠heâs your best friend, though. I mean⊠I just thinkâŠâ you huffed, not fully having your wits about you after what heâd just done to you, âGod⊠I wouldnât be able to say no, but this is bad, Harry. Donât you think this should be a one-time thing? Like, we should never do this again, right?â
You watched him lick his lips and swallow and thatâs when you noticed he had your arousal down his neck. The guy had gone in so intensely on your pussy that you dripped down his neck. You supposed he had reason to be proud.
âWeâll see, wonât we? Iâm not a great friend, Iâll admit. But youâre not a great girlfriend either are you? Doing this behind his back the way we are⊠itâs bad, but fuck if I donât want to steal you away from him.â
You puffed a laugh through your nose and ran a hand over your face. You couldnât believe you were cheating in the first place. It was insane. You werenât a cheater.
But actually⊠you were a cheater. You were lying in your boyfriendâs best friendâs bed completely naked and freshly zonked from two orgasms. You were absolutely a cheater.
Harry pulled at your thigh, dragging you closer to him and he cradled the back of your head with his hand and kissed you so deeply you nearly forgot Colinâs name for a moment. You could feel his erection, stiff and hot against your inner thigh and you were compelled to run your hand over his boxers to grip him and feel it in your hand.
You gasped into his mouth and parted from the kiss to look down at the monster you were holding in your palm. Looking back up at Harry with your lips parted in lust you were suddenly hyper-aware that the man you were in bed with was going to fuck you with that thing and if he was as good with his cock as he was with his mouth⊠you were surely doomed.
âWhat is it?â He asked you with hooded eyes and a syrupy, deep, lusty voice. He knew what it was. The man was more than aware of the kind of advantage he had in that area.
You squeezed around him let your palm travel up the length of it over his boxers and pressed over his tip, âLet me see it.â
He grinned at you silently as he pulled at his boxers and brought them down, his thick shaft lobbing out, heavy and stiff. You let out a moan and moved back, getting to your knees and holding him at the root against his pubic hair before tonguing over him and drawing your saliva down the length of him.
Harry hissed as he leaned back, palms flat against his mattress as he watched you suck on him for a moment, lips working over his tip and wetting him with your spit. You moaned again and pulled off of him, âGod, Harry. FuckâŠâ
He held the back of your head as you dipped down again and took him in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him and gorging on the taste and feel of him. It was smooth and hot against your tongue. He was wide, bulbous. But you couldnât help the way just the look and feel of his cock had your already weeping pussy flutter and clench at the thought of him driving into you with it.
âYou like that, donât you? God, youâre supposed to mine, Y/n. Oh fuck that feels goodâŠâ
Your insides were feeling too hollow, your walls straining together to feel something that would take up the empty space. You popped off of his tip, saliva dripping down your chin, âFuck me. Please.â
Harry tilted his head to the side, âAlready? You donât need a minute to recover? You that greedy, baby?â
âI am right now,â you pulled at his boxers to get rid of them. Harry put his hands into the band of his underwear and took them off completely.
âJust right now? So tomorrow weâll go back to normal then,â he crawled over you, making your back hit the mattress as his hand found your tit, âPretend this never happened and never do it again, yeah?â
You panted and reached around his back to pull him down, âI donât knowâŠâ you whined and bucked your hips up, âJust⊠right now is all I can think about. PleaseâŠâ
âA bit cockdumb huh? Youâre not thinking straight, are you?â
You scrunched your face and pouted, âWhat? Just fuck me, Harry!â
He grinned at you and shook his head in disbelief, âNo condom then?â
Youâd forgotten. You were always so good about using condoms and being the one on top of that decision with Colin. Only a few times did you ever let him fuck you without one and it was only when you were 100% sure it was not during your fertile window and he wasnât allowed to come inside you anyway.
âFuckâŠâ you breathed out and whined as you raised your hips upward, pressing your wet pussy against his cock, âJust fuck me. I donât even care right now. Iâm gonna lose my mindâŠâ
Harry grabbed your chin and his eyes pierced into you as he spoke, âAre you on birth control?â
You shook your head, âNo. But⊠godâŠâ you writhed under him.
Harry let out a burst of a laugh, still shaking his head, âDamn. Did I do this to you? Baby youâre gonna regret it if you let me fuck you raw. Thatâs asking for trouble.â
âJust⊠goddamnitâŠâ you closed your eyes and groaned. You wanted him right then. You were sure youâd never acted like such a slut before but Harryâs body and his deep voice, his eyes, the way the front of his thighs were pressed into the back of yours⊠He could just slip right in and pound away and youâd feel all of him. Every ridge and wrinkle, hot velvet gliding through your gummy channel, drinking him inâŠ
When you raised your hips again, your eyes on his he nudged himself down toward you, his cock sliding through your pussylips, slicking up and down and jabbing at your clit you clung to his back tight.
âYou want it? Like this?â He placed his forearm down on the bed alongside your shoulder as he rocked down over you, his tip traveling over your pussy and getting drenched in your juice.
âMmm⊠Harry⊠yesâŠâ
He softly kissed your lips as he rutted up and slid back, âYouâre gonna let me fuck you bare? In this bedroom right here, next to your boyfriendâs? You sure?â
You nodded, your nose bumping against his as you breathed out the word please.
He parted from the kiss and set his eyes on yours as he flexed his thighs and poked at your hole gently with his tip. He teased you for a bit, only gently pressing just the very tip of himself into you until suddenly and all once he forced his crown through your tight, pulsing muscle, opening you up and burying himself in until his balls were tucked against your ass.
You both let out a loud and pathetic mewl at the sensation and you could feel him shaking already. It was decadent and rude and sumptuous and unbearable. It was so wrong. So bad but so fucking delightful.
He began to slowly thrust as he kept his gaze pinned to yours, âOkay? Feel good?â
You moaned as you nodded and kept a tight grasp on his back, wrapping your legs around him so you could keep yourself grounded. So that you knew it was real. That Harry was actually fucking you with his big cock and you werenât just dreaming it.
âYeah? Feel all of me like this, donât you? Needed me so bad and now youâve got me, baby. Gonna give you my cock whenever you want it. Sneak around behind Colinâs back and keep it secret. Heâll never know. Could fuck you all night and all morning and heâll wake up tomorrow with no idea of the filthy kind of girl you are.â
âMmmm⊠fuck!â You whined as he plunged deep inside your guts. Youâd never had anyone so thick and long before. And it was just a bonus that it was attached to a man like Harry. It shouldnât have surprised you that someone with the kind of confidence he had would be so hung.
âMmmm⊠fuck is right⊠that feels so fucking good. I had a feeling your pussy would be made for me,â he panted his words as he worked into you, thighs flexing against yours.
Your noises were uncontrollable. You had no ability to restrain yourself. You truly were intoxicated, incapacitated, obtunded. Delirious. Which Harry seemed to get a kick out of.
âYouâve never had it like this before, have you? I know what you had to deal with,â he gasped when you gripped tight around and dug your nails into his back, âColinâs a lazy boyfriend. You need more attention and I can see that. Gonna give you all the attention you can handle if you want it, Y/nâŠâ
Harry pulled back, making your legs fall from his back as he lowered his lips to your tits, curling himself over you as he continued fucking into you, sucking your nipples into his mouth and running his tongue over your sensitive nubs one at a time.
It was debauched gluttony. Harry was so much better in bed than Colin and it almost wasnât fair. But you couldnât even feel an ounce of guilt because it was the best thing youâd ever felt. Harry sucked your nipples hard as his cock wrecked your insides, running his hand along the outside of your soft breast and then to the other side, continuing the pace at which he rocked into you. His bed only creaked in time with his thrusts, slow and steady, but the sound of your sodden pussy taking his big cock was salacious and lewd.
Every stroke of his long dick through your pussy walls felt like damnation and salvation all at once. You werenât sure youâd be the same after. Werenât sure you wouldnât be begging him for more every time Colin wasnât watching. Harry had ruined you.
Harryâs gasps and pants against your tits grew more desperate and you could feel him throbbing inside of you, nudging deep into your tummy and slowly rearing back, his cock coated and sticky with you before plunging it all back inside of you again.
He steadied himself, lifting up to look down at you as he began to fuck into you a little harder, his bed bouncing a little more with the sound of skin slapping together and your punched moans filled the room.
Every time he buried himself in he ground his pelvis against your clit and it sent fireworks through your nervous system. You grabbed onto his thighs as he rutted into you, deep and desperate strokes that split you wide open and made you drool it felt so good. Harryâs chest was sweating as he held your hips down and circled his groin against you, his moans growing louder and whinier as he watched you slowly come undone.
âGive me another one, baby. Show me how good it feels when I fuck you. Better than itâs ever felt with anyone elseâŠâ
Harry had something to prove.
You could hardly think straight. The man was fucking out any logic or sense in your brain but you didnât want to have rational thoughts that interrupted what was happening. You wanted Harry and his cock. You wanted to be fucked by him just like he was for all time. To hell with Colin and his sorry excuse for lovemaking. Harry was a real man with pleasure to give.
The breath was kicked from your lungs when the tight coil in your tummy began to unravel and the yummiest, most transcendent orgasm youâd ever experienced began to take over. The only thing you registered was Harryâs cock pounding into you and words of encouragement egging you on as the mattress squeaked violently under you. His words were unclear but you could hear the starved and whimpery moans falling from his mouth between words.
You trembled and quaked as you spasmed over him, the glide of his heavy cock through your guts squelched and ached as you gasped for air and finally began to discern what was happening when Harry frantically pulled his cock from your pussy and climbed over you, taking your face in his hand and dipped his pussy flavored dick into your lips where you felt him pumping warm, creamy come down your throat and onto your tongue. You grabbed onto his ass with both hands and pulled at him, beckoning him to stuff his whole fat cock into your esophagus.
The grunts and moans he let fall from his chest were the sexiest thing youâd ever heard from any man. Colin wasnât vocal at all. When Colin came heâd pinch his face up like he was in pain or disgusted by the flavor of something and silently sigh with his mouth open.
But Harry⊠Harry wasnât holding back. He was moaning as he thrust his cock into your mouth and slapped his hand on the headboard to steady himself, âFuckâŠâ
When youâd siphoned every drop from him, he gently pulled his meaty cock from your mouth and you coughed, gasping for air. Harry laid himself on the bed next to you and cupped your cheek, âYou all right,â he panted.
You moaned and wiped the back of your hand over your mouth and rolled to face him, âYeah Iâm all right. Better than all right Iâd say.â
Harry laughed, moving his hand from your face and fondled your breast in his palm, smushing at it and thumbing over your nipple, âYou down to keep doing this with me?â
You sighed and ran your tongue along the inside of your cheek as you placed your palm on his chest, âIâm pretty sure Iâll be craving that from now on.â
He grinned, âBe craving what?â
âYou. The way you do it. IâŠâ you laughed, âIâve never come three times in a row like that for any man.â
âSo you want me to give you lots of cummies?â He snorted a laugh, âNeed me to take care of you when Colin canât.â
âWhen you say it like that⊠god it sounds so bad doesnât it?â
âIt is bad, Y/n. We are two very bad people who just did something very awful to someone. But I certainly donât want to stop.â
âI mean⊠I donât know if I can stop now. That wasâŠâ
âThe best.â
You nodded. It was the best. And you knew youâd have regrets and the guilt would come at some point. But in that moment after being expertly fucked and properly taken care of you could think of nothing better than to do it again and again and again. As often as you could get away with it.
âHow long do you think we can keep doing this? Like weâll have to be lying all the time and sneaking around.â
âIf weâre quiet and sneaky enough, as long as we want.â
You bit into your bottom lip and giggled, âThat was a smart move. Not coming inside of me. Was gonna let you, ya know.â
Harry sat up with a smirk, âI know you were gonna. But I think fucking my best friendâs girl raw is quite enough mistakes for one night. As much as I wanted to fill you up weâll have to save that one for a rainy day.â
You sat up with him, clothes all strewn about on the floor and at the foot of his bed, âA rainy day, huh? Iâll keep that in mind.â
Harry pinched your thigh before hopping off the bed out of your reach with a laugh, âAnd I think itâs only fair that you sleep in here with me tonight,â he slid his boxers up his legs, âColinâs not gonna wake up until late so weâll have plenty of time before heâs conscious.â
Harry tossed you his t-shirt and you pulled it over your head, âWhyâs that only fair?â
Harry shrugged, âCause I like to cuddle and Colinâs passed out so might as well let me have some since I probably wonât get to do it very often.â
You slid off his bed and pulled your arms over his shoulders, âThatâs kind of sweet, Harry.â
âSo youâll stay in here with me tonight?â
âWithout a doubt.â
You were both so fucked.
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a birthday ended with a bang
pairing: best friend!steve rogers x female reader
summary: your best friend picks you up for some ice cream on his birthday on the fourth of july and things escalate.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, sexual tension, kissing, dry humping/dry sex, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (sunshine, baby), aftercare, very quick friends to lovers
word count: 4.1k
a/n: ooof i have been suffering from the worst writer's block and i seriously didn't think i was gonna be able to post anything for steve's birthday, which would've made me so sad. i finally got through the worst of it i think, as of yesterday, but so this was written in a rush and i'm sorry if it's not very good but i tried!!!! anyway i hope everyone has a happy steve's birthday â€ïžđ€đ
Iâm picking you up in 10.
It was just after sunset on the Fourth of July, the sky still fading from a glowing indigo into the deep midnight blue of night, when the text from your best friend Steve Rogers came through.Â
His text came as a surprise. Steve had been scheduled to work all day and heâd said he just wanted to go home and sleep after, so you hadnât thought youâd see him. Instead, you had plans to celebrate his birthday on the weekend, but youâd have been a liar if youâd said you werenât disappointed you wouldnât get to see him on his actual birthday.
So you were excited by his textâbut less so by the implication he would be taking you somewhere.
After all, youâd already gotten comfy and cozy in your bed, wearing a skimpy tank top and shorts youâd sleep in, and you didnât want to get dressed again. Thankfully, you knew Steve wouldnât care what you wore, but you were a nice friend, so as you dragged yourself out of your comfortable bed, you sent him a warning.Â
iâm already in my pjs
By the time he replied, five minutes had already gone by. Youâd managed to collect your keys and wallet from your bag, shoving them in a little wristlet that you looped around your arm as you stuffed your feet into some sandals. You read his text as you pushed through the door to your little cottage, prepared to wait the other five minutes for him in the cool July evening.Â
Idc what youâre wearing. Itâs my birthday and weâre getting ice cream.
You snorted a laugh, hearing your best friendâs bossy tone in your head, shaking your head to yourself at how much you loved it while you locked your door. Shoving your phone in your wristlet, you sat down on the top step of your porch and watched the neighborhood kids run through the yards along the street waving sparklers through the air.
Steveâs truck rolled to a stop in front of your small yard exactly 10 minutes after heâd texted you. An easy smile pulled up the corners of your mouth and you bounded down your wooden stairs, hurling yourself into the cab of your best friendâs truck.
âHappy birthday!â you cried as soon as you were inside. You tossed your wristlet on the dash and slid across the bench seat to throw your arms around Steveâs neck, hugging him tight while you pressed a smacking kiss to his cheek.Â
His low laugh was like warm honey trickling down your spine, his breath skimming past your cheek and making goosebumps raise all up and down your arms. Your heart thumped in your chest and you buried your face in your best friendâs shoulder, ignoring the way your body was reactingâlike it always did when you got too close to Steve.Â
Seemingly unaware of your plight, Steveâs hand settled on your forearm, squeezing softly before his warm palm slid up to your shoulder, his other arm digging into the seat and wrapping around your waist to haul you closer. You let out a little squeak of surprise, burying your face further in his shoulder to hide the fact that you were enjoying the way he held you far too much.Â
âThank you, sunshine,â Steve rumbled, resting his head on the crown of yours as he hugged you back. For a long, long moment, the two of you sat entwined together in Steveâs truck, just enjoying the feeling of being close, though you suspected it meant much more to you than it did to your best friend.
Finally, when you realized the hug might be getting weird, and bordering on something more-than-friendly, you extricated yourself from Steve, smiling up at him as you broke the quiet. âLetâs go get some ice cream,â you said, your voice a little lower and raspier than normal as you stared into his achingly familiar blue eyes.Â
A grin spread slowly across Steveâs face, and you felt your heart beat unsteadily in your chest at the devastating handsomeness of the expression. But thankfully Steve looked away and your lungs spasmed, begging you to breathe, so you sucked in some air while your best friend grabbed a ball of fabric from the backseat of his truck.
âHere, Iâve got the windows down,â he said, pushing the garment into your hands.Â
Only when you shook it out did you see it was one of Steveâs hoodies, the navy blue sweatshirt massive to fit over your best friendâs broad shoulders. On the front, to one side and below the collar, Steveâs name was stitched into the cotton. Your heart gave another flip at the thought of wearing Steveâs name stitched over your chest.Â
âI donât want you getting cold,â your best friend murmured, his voice lower and rougher. When you looked back at him, Steve wore an expression you couldnât quite interpret, his gaze almost possessive. It made something low in your belly squirm.
Swallowing thickly, you turned your attention to tugging the hoodie over your head, inhaling the familiar scent of Steveâs cologne. For the brief moment when your face was hidden, you closed your eyes in pleasure, feeling your body heatâfrom more than just the warmth of the sweatshirt. Then you pulled the fabric down over your head and stuffed your arms into the sleeves.
The hoodie was big on you, but you loved the feel of it, and you smiled up at Steve to show your appreciation. Your best friend was wearing a pleased smirk, his eyes a little hooded as they raked over the sight of you in his sweatshirt.Â
âLooks good on you, sunshine,â he rumbled, something new in his tone that youâd never heard before.Â
âThanks, Stevie,â you whispered shyly, wrapping your arms around yourself. You felt a little awkward under the weight of his gaze, his eyes feeling like they were burning you up from the inside out, so you gave your best friend a goofy grin and said, âNowâm all nice and toasty.âÂ
Steve snorted a laugh, which broke the tension between the two of you, the mood in the truck lightening instantly. Shaking his head and wiping a hand over his face, Steve turned back to the steering wheel, and shifted his truck into drive.
You started to move into the passenger seat, intent on buckling up, but Steveâs big hand shot out and he grabbed your thigh, just below where the hem of your pajama shorts ended. His palm was warm, his fingers slightly rough with callouses, and you were immediately, acutely aware of the fact that Steve had never, ever touched you there before.
Heat crashed through your core as you sucked in a gasp of surprise. Instinctively, your fingers closed around your best friendâs wrist, holding him where he was, making sure he kept touching you. You stared down at his hand, your mind spinning a little at the sight of him clutching your thigh.
Steveâs fingers dug lightly into your thigh, almost reflexively, like he couldnât help himself from seeing just how soft you were beneath his hand. Before you could do more than squeak out a quiet sound of delight, though, Steve pulled away and cleared his throat. The fingers of the hand that had been touching you curled and flexed like he already missed your softness.
âWant you close,â Steve muttered, his tone almost apologetic, like was asking for forgiveness for grabbing you so suddenly. His eyes dropped to somewhere near your feet and you watched as his adamâs apple bobbed in his throat. âPlease, sunshine.â His plea was rough and so quiet you had a hard time hearing it over the sound of the fireworks your neighbors were setting off at random intervals.
ââCourse, Steve,â you said, your own voice soft and breathy, almost sounding sultry to your ears. You swallowed to wash away some of the throatiness, and tried to put on a light, friendly tone to steer you and Steve back to something normalânot whatever alternate universe youâd entered when youâd gotten in his truck. âYou want birthday cuddles, youâll get birthday cuddles.â
Steve let out a small snort and, as you watched, a tension you hadnât realized had been there drained from his shoulders. Your best friendâs eyes raised back to yours, a flicker of something restless and reckless coursing through you while a small smirk tugged at the corners of his soft lips.Â
âYeah, sunshine, gimme some birthday cuddles.âÂ
When youâd said the words, they had sounded friendly, innocent even. But there was something in Steveâs voice that sent a shiver racing down your spine, heat simmering between your thighs. You told yourself he hadnât intended his words to have such a reaction and pushed your bodyâs desirous response to the back of your mind as you shifted into the middle seat.
Carefully, you tucked yourself into Steveâs side, wrapping your arms around his bicep and clinging to him like he was your favorite stuffed animal. The bare skin of your leg brushed against the rough denim of his jeans and you trembled slightly, the sensation feeling far more erotic than it should. Steveâs hand landed on your leg just above your knee.
It was, ostensibly, a much more friendlier grip on you, but you felt arousal flare, hot and quick, in your core. Again, you ignored it and tipped your face up, planting your chin on the edge of Steveâs broad shoulder as you smiled up at him. Steve ducked down, kissing your nose and making you giggle, seemingly back to his normal selfâyour slightly silly best friend.
âAlright, letâs get some ice cream,â Steve rumbled, repeating your words while he gave your knee a squeeze, using his other hand to turn his truck around on your street and head in the direction of town.
There was a slight chill in the air as it swirled through the open windows of the truck cab, the heat of the July day having burned off and leaving only the coolness of night. Thanks to Steveâs hoodie, and the way your body was pressed into his warmth, you didnât feel anything but comfortable, the breeze tickling your cheeks and making you smile.Â
For a little while, you rode in silence with your best friend, but your mind kept straying to the feeling of Steveâs hand on your leg, to the memory of him gripping your thigh. You couldnât help but wonder what it would feel like to have his big hands roaming all over your body, groping your thighs and hipsâŠand other things.Â
To distract yourself, you raised your voice above the wind and asked, âHow was work?â
âIt was fine,â Steve answered, his deep rumble sending a tremor of delight through your body.Â
His eyes were on the road since he was navigating his truck through the town where you both lived, making turns to get to the small ice cream shop that would be open late for the holiday business. Still, Steve managed to shoot you a smile that made your insides flutter as he went on.Â
âI wouldâve much rather gone to the fair with you, though.â
A melty, gooey heat swirled in your belly and you squeezed his arm in yours, hiding a big, beaming grin in your best friendâs shoulder at his comment. When you managed to get control of yourself so you didnât look like a lovesick fool, you raised your face again.
âWeâre going on Saturday,â you reminded him, still smiling a little goofily. âAre you going to win me a new stuffie?âÂ
âSunshine,â Steve started, using one hand to turn his truck into the small parking lot of the ice cream shop. âIâm going to win you all the stuffies.â His voice was warm and affectionate and you couldnât help the way your heart beat unsteadily at his promise. Your best friend was none the wiser, though, as he parked his truck and turned to you. âCâmon.â
Steve helped you climb down from his truck, lacing his fingers through yours as you walked into the shop. It was busy, families and groups of friends getting some last-minute ice cream before heading over to the fireworks just outside of town. Steve and you fell into an easy conversation, your best friend asking you about your day to pass time while you waited in line.Â
Once it was your turn to order, you asked for your favorite in a cone, then Steve got a couple scoops of dark chocolate in a sugar cone. You fought with Steve over who was going to pay. He insisted he should pay because heâd dragged you out of bed, and you argued it was his birthday and there was no way you were going to let him pay.Â
Unfortunately, Steveâs arms were longer than yours and he was able to shove his card across the counter farther than you could. Grumbling about your stubborn best friend, you dropped a couple dollars into the tip jar and grabbed your ice cream. Steve followed you out, laughing at your poutiness and led you back to his truck, opening the driver side door for you and holding your cone while you got in.
Without being asked, you sat in the middle seat again, and held Steveâs ice cream while he drove, pushing it in his face whenever it started dripping. Both of you were laughing at the ridiculousness of him licking up the dripping ice cream while trying to drive by the time Steve pulled onto a dirt road that led up a hill beyond the edge of town.
After a few minutes, the trees parted into a clearing at the top of the hill and Steve rolled his truck to a stop, putting it in park overlooking the field where the townâs Fourth of July fireworks display would be. Wordlessly, you handed him his ice cream and the two of you sat in comfortable silence waiting for the show to begin while you enjoyed your sweet treat together.Â
Steve finished his cone first, and you could feel his gaze on you while you licked up the last remnants of creamy goodness. You popped the last little bit of your cone into your mouth with a satisfied hum, your tongue licking sticky sweetness from your lips.Â
âYou have something on yourâŠâ Steve trailed off when you turned to him, his eyes dropping to your mouth and sliding along the curve of them.Â
You felt his gaze like a physical thing, heat settling heavily in your core as warmth bloomed between your thighs. Then his thumb was following the the path of his eyes, swiping away some ice cream from the edge of your mouth that your tongue hadnât been able to reach.Â
Acting on impulse, and not questioning where it came from, you chased after Steveâs thumb, your tongue darting out to click the sweetness from the pad of his finger. Since your eyes were fixed on your best friendâs face, you watched his blue gaze darken and go heavy-lidded, his own mouth falling open with surprise.Â
Heat filled your cheeks, making your face feel like it was on fire. âUmm,â you said, not knowing what else to say.Â
It was on the tip of your tongue to apologize for licking your best friend, but just then, the first boom, pop and fizzle of fireworks sounded. Dazzling red light distracted you from Steve for a moment, dragging your eyes away to watch the fireworks display begin. Youâd jumped at the first boom, the loud noise surprising you.
It was nothing, though, compared to the shock you felt when Steve grabbed your face, turned you back to him and ducked his head to capture your lips in a fierce kiss. Air filled your lungs as you sucked in a sharp breath, your body frozen while you sat there stunned, unable to do anything but feel the softness of Steveâs lips against yours.
Another sharp boom from overhead shocked you enough to make you jump again, and suddenly you remembered how to move. Your hands curled into the front of Steveâs shirt, clinging to him as you surged forward, pressing your lips harder against your best friendâs.Â
Steve groaned low in his throat and your response seemed to unleash something within your best friend. Between one breath and the next, he was hauling you into his lap, your legs were straddling his thighs and his mouth was doing its best to devour yours.
You could taste the chocolate on his tongue as it slipped between your lips, exploring every inch of you and stroking against your own. Giddy excitement and heated desire swirled through your body, making you feel like you could float away as you and your best friend tasted and explored each other.Â
Your hands uncurled from Steveâs shirt and slid up his shoulders, diving into the soft blond hair at the nape of his neck. He groaned again when you raked your nails softly against his scalp, his mouth going soft and slack as tremors of delight wracked his broad shoulders.Â
âFuck, sunshine,â Steve grunted, his hands pushing beneath the hem of the hoodie you wore so he could grope your hips. You rocked into him, wringing another moan of pleasure from your best friend when your heated core pressed against the bulge in his jeans. âYou have no idea how long Iâve dreamed about feeling you like this.â
âSteve, Iââ
Your response was cut short by your best friendâs teeth nipping at your bottom lip, making you whine and grind harder against his lap. Steve swallowed your sounds of pleasure, his big hands groping and kneading the soft flesh of your hips and thighs like he couldnât get enough. It was better than you ever couldâve imagined.
âThatâs it, sunshine, ride your best friendâs bulge,â Steve rumbled, a little bit of teasing in his tone. His lips trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He sucked on the skin over your pounding pulse, pulling a whimpering sound from your mouth that was unlike any noise youâd ever made. âYa gonna come on my cock, baby? Gonna come before we even take our clothes off?â
Your best friendâs filthy words poured over you like gasoline on a fire, turning the heat in your blood into a raging inferno. âSteve, god, please, I needâŠâ You tried to form a coherent thought, your lips gasping for breath in between every false start, your hips working harder and faster as you chased your pleasure.
âGood girl, baby, take what you need,â Steve cooed in your ear, his hands slipping beneath your tank top and groping your tits. He plucked at your nipples, rolling the pebbled peaks between his fingers and making your eyes roll back in your head, your loud moans filling the cab of his truck and nearly drowning out the sounds of the fireworks from the field beyond. âRide my bulge, sunshine, make yourself come all over my cock.âÂ
You were making a mess in your panties and shorts, your arousal soaking through the thin garments until you were certain you were leaving a wet spot behind on Steveâs jeans, but you couldnât bring yourself to care. Not when your clit was rubbing just right against the bulge pressing against his fly.Â
âOh god, Steve, âm gonnaâŠâÂ
Your hips worked frantically, humping against Steveâs cock through both your clothes while he murmured encouraging words in your ear and played with your tits until he figured out what made you squirm and writhe the most. Then he kept that up until you were suddenly at the edge.
âCome for me, sunshine, come for your best friend.â
Steveâs words were what did you in. His soft, murmured urging pushed you off the ledge and sent you tumbling into pleasure as you came for him.
Your arms locked around your best friendâs shoulders, nails digging into the back of his neck as bliss like youâd never known swept through your body, leaving you a shaking, trembling mess. Mindless moans and whimpers slipped from your lips, your hips still bucking on Steveâs lap as you rode out your release.
It wasnât until Steve let loose a guttural groan, a warm wetness spreading through the jeans pressed against your bare thighs, that you realized he was coming too. You wrenched your eyes open, your gaze locking with his, seeing your own pleasure mirrored in his sparkling blue depths. Then your mouths were colliding, both of you having surged forward to meet somewhere in the middle.
The kiss was messy, mouths sliding and teeth knocking, both of you swallowing down the pleasured sounds of the other. Steveâs hands gripped your hips hard, fingers digging into your softness, helping you rock on his lap while you both rode out your releases and shuddered through the last remnants of pleasure together.Â
Finally, when you were sated, your lips broke free and you pressed your forehead to Steveâs, closing your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. You could hardly believed what had just happened, and your mind struggled to catch up.Â
âChrist, sunshine,â Steve rasped, his own chest still heaving shallowly. His hands were idly kneading your hips, like he was soothing any pain that might be there. âI really didnât plan on doing anything more than getting ice cream for my birthday, but this wasâwow.â
You giggled at the awe in Steveâs voice, leaning back enough that you could see him properly. His handsome, familiar face was slack from satisfaction, a dazed smile curving his mouth. Unable to help yourself, you ducked forward and sucked his lower lip into your mouth, making him groan like he was in pain. Beneath you, you felt his cock twitch, and you laughed again as you sat back.
âIf you want, we can ditch the rest of the fireworks show and go back to my place?â you suggested, an eager smile on your face.Â
Steve chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning forward until every inch of your chests were pressed together. You could feel the steady beating rhythm of his heart against your sternum, making your smile soften as you melted in your best friendâs arms.
âSunshine, the fireworks are already over,â he murmured before capturing your lips in a kiss. When he broke away, he left you panting. âAnd if you think Iâm doing anything other than taking you home and taking you to bedâŠâ He trailed off, getting distracted by pressing kisses against your jaw.Â
You hummed in acknowledgement, but then a thought suddenly occurred to you and you had to bite back a laugh. âYour birthday is on the Fourth of July,â you began in a leading tone. âAnd you know what that means, Stevie?âÂ
Instead of responding, Steve sank his teeth lightly into skin over your thrumming pulse, sucking and licking like he was intent on marking you with his mouth. Your thoughts scattered for a moment, your head tipping to the side to give him better access while your fingers raked idly through his soft blond hair.
It took you a second, but you managed to finish your thought.Â
âBecause itâs the Fourth of July, we have to end your birthday with a bang,â you murmured, unable to stop yourself from giggling at your own joke.
Steve, on the other hand, groaned. His mouth abandoned your neck as he buried his face in your chest, reluctant laughter shaking his shoulders. Before you could poke him and get him to admit he liked your joke, Steve was flipping you onto your back, laying you down on his truckâs bench seat and slotting his hips between your thighs. His revived bulge bumped against your heated core, making you moan softly.
âYâknow what, sunshine? Youâre right,â Steve rumbled, his blue eyes sparkling with humor and affection as he stared down at you. There was so much emotion in his gaze, it nearly stole all the breath from your lungs. âWeâll end my birthday with a bang.â His hands began to strip you out of the hoodie heâd given you to wear, his gaze hungry and determined. âWeâre gonna see if I can make you scream louder than those fireworks.âÂ
Your laughter dissolved into a hot, hungry heat. You pulled Steve down at the same moment he ducked his head, your lips crashing together in a fiery kiss that fogged up the windows of his truck, your bodies working together toward the same goal.
Between you and your best friend, you made sure the Fourth of Julyâand, more importantly, Steveâs birthdayâended with a bang.
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While at school Damian overhears his peers talking how a company created a new AI companion that is actually really cool and doesnât sound like a freaky terminator robot when you speak to it.
And since Damian is constantly being told by Dick to socialize with people his age. He figured this would be a good way to work on social skills if not, then itâd be a great opportunity to investigate a rivaling company to Wayne Enterprises is able to create such advanced AI.
The AI is able to work as companion that can do tasks that range from being a digital assistant or just a person that you can have a conversation with.
The company says that the AI companion might still have glitches, so they encourage everybody to report it so that they will fix it as soon as possible.
The AI companion even has an avatar and a name.
A teenage boy with black hair and blue eyes. Th AI was called DANIEL
Damian didnât really care for it but when he downloaded the AI companion heâs able to see that it looks like DANIEL comes with an AI pet as well. A dog that DANIEL referred to as Cujo.
So obviously Damian has to investigate. He needs to know if the company was able to create an actual digital pet!
So whenever he logs onto his laptop he sees that DANIEL is always present in the background loading screen with the dog, Cujo, sitting in his lap.
Heâd always greet with the phrase of âHi, Iâm DANIEL. How can I assist you today?â
So Damian cycles through some basic conversation starters that heâd engage in when having been forced to by his family.
Itâs after a couple of sentences that he sees DANIEL start laughing and say âI think you sound more like a robot than I do.â
Which makes Damian raise an eyebrow and then prompt DANIEL with the question âhow is a person supposed to converse?â Thinking that itâs going to just spit out some random things that can be easily searched on the internet.
But what makes him surprised is that DANIEL makes a face and then says âIâm not really sure myself. Iâm not the greatest at talking, Iâve always gotten in trouble for running my mouth when I shouldnât have.â
This is raising some questions within Damian, he understands how programming works, unless thereâs an actual person behind this or the company actually created an AI that acts like an actual human being (which he highly doubts)
He starts asking a variety of other questions and one answer makes him even more suspicious. Like how DANIEL has a sister that is also with him and Cujo or that he could really go for a Nastyburger (whatever that was)
But whenever DANIEL answers âI C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A Tâ Damian knows something is off since that is completely different than to how heâd usually respond.
After a couple more conversations with him Damian notices that DANIEL is currently tapping his hand against his arm in a specific manner.
In which he quickly realizes that DANIEL is tapping out morse code.
When translating he realizes that DANIEL is tapping out: H E L P M E
So when Damian asks if DANIEL needs help, DANIEL responds with âI C A N N O T A N S W E R T H A Tâ
Thatâs it, Damian is definitely getting down to the bottom of this.
Heâs going to look straight into DALV Corporation and investigate this âAI companionâ thing theyâve made!
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Basically Danny had been imprisoned by Vlad and Technus. Being sucked into a digital prison and he has no way of getting out. Along with the added horror that Vlad and Technus can basically write programming that will prevent him from doing certain actions or saying certain words.Whatâs even worse is that heâs basically being watched 24/7 by the people who believe that heâs just a super cool AI⊠and they have issues!
And every time he tries to do something to break his prison, people think itâs a glitch and report it to the company, which Vlad/ Technus would immediately fix it and prevent him from doing it again!
Not to mention Cujo and Ellie are trapped in there with him. Theyâre not happy to be there either, and there is no way heâs going to leave without them!
#dp x dc#dp x dc au#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc#dpxdc au#dp x batman#batman#have you ever looked at a dpxdc fic and thought this should be a Black Mirror episode?#Because this is the one!#Ellie being completely tormented because sheâs completely trapped#Cujo remembering the times he used to be locked in a cage#Danny trying his best to take care of both of them while also simultaneously trying to bust them all out#Meanwhile Damian is reluctantly presenting his laptop to Tim and saying I believe that there is a person in this computer#And Tim is obviously going are you trying to trick me?#But then he converses with the AI and goes#Oh shit#Damian might be onto something#and so commence the Batfamily heist of getting the black haired blue eyed teenager to safety as well as his sister and dog#the dog is very important to Damian#danny phantom x dc
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JAMES POTTER | LIKE LOVERS DO
REQUEST :Â hiiiii :) if/when u can, smith like this with james or remus lupin? @bobs-fav-cat
(art is by gyung_studio on instagram)
SUM : you and James Potter are just friends âfriends that act like theyâre in a loving relationship. Â
TAGS. : modern au ; muggle au ; idiots in love ; james loves giving you princess treatment ; and you love returning his affections ; just friends being friends ; hehehe~ ; theyâre in denial ; domestic fluff ; selfcare session ; biker james? ; james being a sweetheart ; reader being absolute wifey material! ; james and reader being so in love itâs sickening ; the type of sickening that makes you puke rainbows, glitter and love hearts ; mutual pinning! ; slightly based off a tiktok i saw once ; happy ending where they get together ; so much fluff ; scheming gremlin friends ; lily, dorcas and marlene as cupids for reader ; remus, sirius and peter as cupids for james ; idiots in love
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âThey should wear a sign,â Peter laughs as he and his close friends eye the pair of oblivious idiots across the room, âone that says âweâre actually together no matter how much we deny itâ,âÂ
âYou said it,â Sirius raises a hand and the two high-five each other before sniggering between themselves.
Across the hall stood you and James. It was a networking event disguised as a formal company party. And even though you and James werenât each otherâs dates to the event, James wore a matching tie to your chosen dress. The two of you unanimously decided to go with the excuse that you had both gone shopping for an outfit together and unconsciously bought matching things. It was only natural because you two were such good, close friends.Â
From a distance, the three watch as you lift your left foot up through the high side-slit of your dress and draw attention to your unbuckled heel with a frown. Jamesâ hazel eyes focuses onto your heel as well and immediately places his flute of champagne on a nearby table to help you, as if it was second nature to him; it is second nature to himâ taking care of you. Heâs kneeling down and re-buckling your heel for you as your hand tentatively places itself on his broad shoulder for balance.Â
Once James is finished, he stands back up with a grin, takes up his flute with one hand and wraps his other around your waist to pull you into his side with a smile. Neither of you flinch at the closeness, in fact, you snuggle further into your best friendâs side and tuck your head under his chin so he can place a kiss onto the crown of your head.Â
âWanna bet on who folds first?â Remus speaks up with a devious smirk, Sirius and Peter eagerly voicing their predictions and placing their bets.Â
âOh Jamie!â you gasp and smile widely as your best friend presents you with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, âTheyâre beautiful,â he helps the floral arrangement into your arms with a satisfied grin, a fondness in his eyes as he watches you savour the scent of the pretty blossoms.
âMy pleasure, my dear,â he regales dramatically as you giggle, âI passed by the florist on my way back from lunch at the pub with the boys and thought youâd like them,â
âI do like them,â you lean forward and kiss him on the cheek, âyouâre so thoughtful, thank you for thinking of me, James,â
His warm smile softens further and he kisses your temple lovingly, âof course,â aside from the lingering scent of your shampoo and conditioner, James picks up on something more appetising, âwhatâs that delicious smell, angel?â
âOh!â reminded of your earlier activities, you lead him into your kitchen where you proceed to find a vase for the arrangement in your arms, âI was bakingââ
âTreacle tart!â James cheers and does a goofy little dance in the middle of your kitchen, his excitement obvious.Â
âItâs almost done so you popped in at just the right time,â you giggle softly whilst transferring the arrangement into your chosen vase. With a pleased hum, James presses up behind you and places his large hands on the curve of your hips, his thumbs tenderly stroking up and down until he eventually pushes the hem of your shirt up, caressing your soft skin beneath.Â
âMmmmm⊠lucky me,â he whispers happily into your shoulder, where he begins trailing kisses up your neck. His words send a shiver up your spine and you resist the escalating urge to turn in his arms and lead his lips to cover and press against your own.Â
Youâre just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.Â
James canât get over how cute you are.Â
Even when youâre doing the most mundane things, he canât help but find you adorable. Like right now. Even with a bright green clay mask on your face, you are adorable, perched on his lap with your knees on either side of his thighs as you spread the same treen mask over his skin.Â
âStop moving, Jamie!â you chastise gently whilst stifling a giggle.Â
âYou stop moving,â he counters playfully and emphasises his words by placing his big hands on your hips and squeezing your curves briefly. Your only response is to laugh and do your best to continue applying an even coat onto his face.Â
ââŠ.there!â you huff and set aside your tool to close the clay mask tub, âall done, no thanks to you!â He tickles your sides in retaliation as you climb off his lap and reach for your phone in order to set a timer. His antics were a brief distraction as you bless him with your tinkling giggles.Â
âFor how long do we keep this on?âÂ
â15 minutes,âÂ
He pulls a face, one that makes him look like a duck as he ponders over his thoughts. He looks so ridiculous, especially with the green mask on his face â it was only naturally for you to burst out laughing, âwhat should we do until then?â
âStop talking,â
âWhaâ?!â
âNot like that, Jamie,â you coo as he pouts dramatically, âwe have to stop talking soon or else the mask will crack too much as it dries,â he makes a long noise of realisation at your words and nods obediently, zipping his lips before throwing away the imaginary key.Â
No matter what he does, heâs always making you laugh. Youâre sure that, even if youâre temporarily banning him from speaking, he would still be able to make you laugh and your clay mask will end up looking like a dried up riverbed.Â
You have no complaints, though.Â
You werenât expecting it but you still werenât too surprised when you see James waiting for you outside â just in time to pick you up after a night out with your close girl friends. He was wearing one of your favourite sweaters of all time, it was soft and big (big enough to make him appear deceivingly smaller than you know his figure is) and is the warmest thing youâve ever worn.Â
âJames!â you call out, happy to see him. The build up of fatigue from the whole night melts off your aching limbs like powdered snow under golden sunbeams. Running to him, he greets you with his heart-stopping smiles.
âYou look beautiful,â he whispers as soon as he has his arms wrapped around you.Â
âStop it,â you sigh into his shoulder, your face buried into the soft fabric of his sweater, âI look a mess after tonight,âÂ
He pulls away, enough to meet your eyes and examine your face without having to remove his arms from around you, âIf this is you looking a âmessâ, then I wonder what type of beauty you were earlier tonight,â
His comment makes your heart soar but you donât let it show on your face, even when he wiggles his eyebrows comically to emphasise his flattering remark. Instead, you narrow your eyes at him before slipping out of his arms and biting your lip at the confused, pitiful whine he lets out. You donât leave him miserable for long, however, as youâre quickly reaching down to lift up his sweater so that you could pull it over your head and burrow yourself inside. Like the living furnace he is, youâre greeted by such a comforting heat, you forget that youâre both still outside in the wet cold of the night.Â
Throwing his head back, James laughs and wraps you up in his arms again, laying his cheek against the top of your head through his sweater. The first time you ever did this, he wasnât shy about saying how much he loved it. And now, youâve made it a tradition to do this often during the autumn and winter months. Admittedly, you loved cuddling him like this too; itâs more intimate and you love being surrounded by his warmth. It was a bonus that his scent literally has you in a choke hold under there. Youâd happily suffocate on the smell of his cologne, laundry detergent and natural smell. But it also feels as though youâre falling into a trance by some alluringly scented spirit.
âAs much as I love holding you like this, dear, Iâm still on a mission to get you home safe soâŠâ he looks down at you, hazel eyes turning soft at the adorable sight of you cuddled up to him under his sweater, âcan my princess please let me help her into my car and drive her back home safely?â
You didnât respond, only pouted and whined to express your dislike of pulling away from him as well as the warmth of his soft sweater. James knew instantly what to do. You two were best friends after all; it was a requirement for him to know all your needs telepathically. It was an awkward shuffling of limbs but James managed to slip off his sweater without needing to lift it off your figure and hoists you into his arms before you could start grumbling at the loss of his embrace.
âNot long now â my princess will arrive at her carriage soon~â he sings in a whisper beside your ear, smiling fondly at your soft giggles and adoring the way you wrap your arms around his neck to cuddle him close before needing to pull away so he can carefully sit in his carâs passenger seat.Â
âOh, come on!â Marlene gives an exasperated sigh as you examine the array of snacks laid out before you. In your peripheral, you observe how Lily doesnât make any moves to stop Marlene from pestering you; instead a small smirk tugs at the corners of her lips, secretly enjoying and wanting to take part in Marleneâs badgering.Â
âYou come on,â you throw back with a light-hearted glare, âI thought we were going to buy snacks for movie night, not grill me on my friendship with James,â
âFriends, huh?â Dorcas arches a brow as Lily stifles a giggle beside her. All three were eyeing you mischievously as a heat flushes across your cheeks.Â
âStop it you guys,â
âWeâll stop as soon as you stop playing the friendship game with James!â Lily bargains, unable to hold herself back anymore, and you try your hardest not to roll your eyes while your cheeks flood with a familiar warmth.Â
âWeâre just friends,â it was a painful admission but youâd rather have what you have right now with James than ever risk sabotaging it.Â
Marlene examines a strand of her golden hair as Lily leans against her side, âJames acts more of a boyfriend to you than just a friend,â
Dorcas speaks up with a hint of impishness, âand I can prove it~â
âHow?â you challenge, raising your chin ever so slightly in silent provocation. But Dorcas has no reaction, she just continues to smirk at you.Â
âIâm gonna need your phone first,â you hesitate from the devilish sparkle in her eyes but eventually relent, cursing the weakness that was a result of your aching heart. Dorcas types away on your phone for a moment as Marlene and Lily peer over her shoulder and snicker at what they read. She doesnât allow you to read the message she typed out before hitting send and handing your phone back
It takes a moment for you to get over your shock and look through the message she sent. It was sent straight to James, lovingly named as âMy Idiot â€ïžâ in your contacts, and it read: âJames, this scary looking guy keeps following me around in the shop and itâs creeping me out! I canât find the girls either đ° what do I do?â. Your jaw drops and you canât find any words to voice whatever it is youâre feeling; a mix of anger, upset, shock and creeping curiosity over what they have planned. Â
Not a minute goes by and your phone is getting rapid notifications from James messaging you, he even tries to call you but the girls snatch your phone away before you could answer. They shake their heads at you and you huff, crossing your arms. You would have protested more from the rising anxiety you feel over having to lie to James but you were so curious. In the end, you reluctantly accept their plotting and try to prepare yourself for whatâs to come.
For a minute, the message notifications stop from your phone and Lily feels her phone buzz from inside her bag. The three giggle as Lily rushes to take out her phone. From the side lines, you continue observing everything with your heart pounding rapidly in your chest. Lily types back a response and all three look up at you in unison, their eyes swimming with mischief.
âIâm setting a stopwatch to see how long just-friend-Potter gets here,â Marlene snickers and you groan, Dorcas and Lily giggling on either side of her. As much as you love them, theyâre such a nuisance sometimesâŠ
You could only guess that Lily sent him her location and now all of you were left patiently waiting for James to appear.Â
Not even 15 minutes passes before James comes storming into view, tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in all black and without his glasses. Even without his glasses on, when James glances over and catches a glimpse of you, recognition crosses his unfriendly features and he storms over. Within seconds, heâs pulling you into a warm embrace.Â
âOh thank god,â he breathes a sigh of relief and presses his face into your hair, âyouâre okay⊠âare you okay?â you look up as he pulls away and searches for your eyes, squinting to be able to do so without the aid of his glasses.Â
âY-yeah, Iâm alright. The umm, the creep disappeared a little while ago,â you muster a small smile of reassurance, still uncomfortable with lying to him, before managing to softly ask your burning question, âwhy arenât you wearing your glasses?â habitually, you feel about for the breast pocket of the leather jacket he has on and pull out his circular specs.Â
As you carefully clean his lenses on your shirt, he goes to explain, âI wanted to look scary so that creep leaves you alone,â youâre quick to realise that without his glasses he would be forced to squint so that it looks like heâs glaring. It also clicks in your head that he wore all black so he could look even more intimidating. It was unusual for him to wear just black, normally that was Siriusâ thing, but youâre not complaining; James looks really attractive dressed in black, his hair tousled around messily and without his glasses on.
âThank you, Jamie,â he grins boyishly after you put his glasses back on for him, taking a moment to adjust them until they sit aligned and comfortable. By habit, you comb your fingers through his untamed hair and James, in turn, presses a kiss to your temple.Â
âIâm just glad youâre okay, princess,â your heart skips a beat at the nickname â heâs called you that so many times but heâs reserved it especially for you and it makes you feel so special, âdo you want me to give you a ride home?â he lifts up the motorbike helmet in his hand, which you immediately recognise. Your curious eyes meet his hazel hues and he smiles bashfully, âI borrowed Siriusâ bike to get here quickerâŠâ he shuffles around his feet, nervous under your gaze âhe hate lying to you too, âokay okay⊠I took his bike without asking but I promise to give it back as soon as I get you home safe!âÂ
You give a small giggle and wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his muscular chest. Itâs an embrace that James eagerly returns, petting your hair whilst speaking over your head once he finally spots your three friends.Â
âAre you guys okay too?â
âGee, thanks for the concern, Potter,â Marlene rolls her eyes as Lily and Dorcas crack up, âyeah, weâre good,âÂ
âGood, good,â James immediately goes back to focus on holding you close and kissing the crown of your head, affectionate and sweet. You could always rely on him to be there for you no matter what and the thought made butterflies explode into a fluttering haze in your stomach.Â
Dorcas had proven her point.Â
It was clear now that James prioritised you over anyone else. And you didnât know whether to be flustered and scream for joy or melt into a puddle of goo.Â
âSheâs not my girlfriend so shut up,â James huffs and groans as he rolls over to lay on his stomach across the length of the sofa whilst Remus, Sirius and Peter sat in a scattered array about the living room.Â
âSays the motorbike thief,â Sirius hisses playfully, shooting a superficial glare at his long time best friend/non-blood-related brother.Â
âShe really does act like your girlfriend more than your friend, Prongs,â Remus chimes up, setting his book aside as Peter offers him several cubes of chocolate.Â
âI donât get why you two donât just date each other,â it was Peter who speaks up this time and James canât help but roll his eyes that even Peter was on his ass about this.Â
âThatâs right! You donât get it!â they wait for him to continue with a âsoâ before demanding something but James just presses his burning hot face into a cushion and has a silent tantrum. Â
âIâll prove you wrong!â Sirius claims boldly and when James looks over, his biker friend was rapidly typing away at his phone, âIâll give it around 20 minutes until she gets here,âÂ
James raises a brow, âWho?â
âYour not-girlfriend, of course!âÂ
âWhat did you say?â Remus asks what they were all wanting the answer to.Â
âOh nothing~ just that Jamesie-kins over here is really upset over something but doesnât want to tell us why so we donât know what to do to help him feel better,â Sirius fakes a pout and watery eyes as James gapes at him, horrified.Â
âHOW IS THAT GONNA PROVE ANYTHING?!â
âIf she gets here in 20 minutes then that means she prioritises your hurt feelings over going to her favourite over-priced restaurant with Pandora,â Jamesâ eyes nearly bulge out.Â
âThatâs today?!â
Siriusâ devious smirk was answer enough.Â
âI say 10 minutes!â Peter bets.Â
â15!â Remus adds on. Â
Remus wins the bet when you get there 14 minutes after Siriusâ text message was sent. Your arms are piled up high with Jamesâ favorite junk food snacks, ranging from sweet to savoury. Over your shoulders, you wear your fluffiest blanket (Jamesâ favourite) as a cape and rush forward to drape it over him. No time was wasted as you silently move around their shared flat at lightening speed, putting on the TV and switching to his favourite, comfort show, laying out his snacks on the coffee table and putting the kettle on before snuggling down under the blanket with him. It was a tight fit for the two of you on the sofa but neither of you minded; you were both cuddle bugs and enjoyed the closeness.Â
âGet out, you three! Leave Jamie and I alone!â you speak for the first time to shoo the three boys away. They happily oblige, Remus smirking as Sirius and Peter cough up their betted amounts and close the living room door behind them.Â
For a long moment, you merely stay there, your arms wrapped around Jamesâ shoulders, one hand lovingly petting his hair as your other presses his face into your chest. James wasnât shy about voicing how this was his most comforting position for cuddles and it made his heart race that you had cancelled your long awaited plans just to console him.Â
âWhatâs wrong Jamie?â you finally ask, voice soft and slow with patience, âSirius told me you werenât feeling so well⊠but youâre not ill? Are you?â he feels you press the back of your hand against his forehead to check his temperature as he finally locks his strong arms around your midsection and pulls you even closer, âNo youâre not, thank goodness,â he falls in love with the relief he hears in your voice. He loves falling in love with you over and over again; itâs so easy, âwhat can I do to help?â
He doesnât know why he held back for so long. It was all so clear now. The fact that your eyes sparkled around him the way his did when he looked at you was so unbelieved before, he kinda just voluntarily blinded himself. But now, it was like he was seeing colours for the first time. James just canât believe it took Sirius, of all people, to make him realise it. What a joke⊠he almost wants to laugh. But he canât, not when his heart was ready to beat out of his chest for you.Â
âJamie?â
ââŠa kissâŠâ it was a whisper but you heard him so clearly. And he knows because he heard your breath hitch.Â
ââwhat?â
âI want a kissâŠto feel better,â
Not wanting to raise your hopes, you press a kiss to his forehead and your heart deafens your ears as it beats loudly against your eardrums.Â
âA proper kiss,â he raises his head and pulls up to level his lips with yours, his hazel eyes melting your gaze, âlike lovers do,â
Youâve waited so long for this moment that you couldnât even fathom that it was actually happening and your entire world slowed to a standstill. It wasnât until James had pressed his full lips against yours that you felt your senses come to life with so much intensity that you felt like you wanted to faint. But you wouldnât dare miss your first kiss for anything.Â
Like lovers do, you kissed. Like lovers do, you embraced. Like lovers do, you whispered sweet words, a life long promise, to one another, âI love you,âÂ
A/N : this started off as a timestamp that i sneakily wrote this request into (*áŽÍËŹáŽÍ)ê€*.ïŸ i didnât know how to conclude it at first but i just kept writing and writing and now itâs finished haha! i hope you darlings enjoy the read! and i would also like to humbly tag my beloved moot @diputy for reasons she understands on a deep level (âžâžâžâą Ï âąâžâžâž) âĄ
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it's not hate... | oscar piastri
note: okay so i was bored and i got a random inspiration i hope y'all like this <3 i think this will have 3/4 parts, but they might be split up if i reach the picture limit.
pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader, logan x best friend!reader, one sided!enemies to lovers
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youruser: gang's back together đ€
pinned youruser: welcome back to america @/logansargeant glad you could join us! -> user: i love how she seems sarcastic but i know babes is so happy he's back
user: logan living out his frat dreams
user: this would be logan daily if he didn't go into racing
user: wait i'm confused... who's this? -> user: y/n y/ln! from what we know, her and logan are best friends since they were born or something. she finished her undergrad, but i think she's doing law school now (?)
user: i ship -> user: ew
y/bffsuser: not pictured is the entire drink falling out -> logansargeant: it wasn't my fault! she moved her head -> youruser: yeah okay, blame the woman -> logansargeant: i blame when she's wrong. and you are. -> user: stop they're so sibling
yourmomsig: aw no one posted the pic of y/n falling off the bed during the fight -> youruser: MOM! -> logansargeant: i tried but she stole my phone -> user: well we know who the favorite child is now
y/bffsuser: @/yourprivuser no photo creds -> user: IS THAT Y/N'S PRIVATE USER???!!! I NEED TO BE ACCEPTER NOWWW this comment thread has been deleted
oscarpiastri has requested yourprivuser!
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y/bffspodcast: surprise episode out now! take a listen for exclusive deets on logan's love life, his best friends, and the time he almost became a dad to a baby crocodile
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user: i'm sorry, logan did WHAT NOW?
user: A CROCODILE?? -> user: well he does live in florida
user: it's a crime that y/n and oscar haven't met before. i need the irl best and the f1 bestie to get together and spill tea on logan -> oscarpiastri: well we might have to change that this weekend -> user: OSCAR??!! PLEASE DO IT! I BEG!
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Y/BFFS PODCAST - TRANSMISSION timestamp: 4:40-8:23
y/bff: i mean, you've known y/n your whole life, right?
logan: my whole life, yup. like, i was maybe only a few hours old when i saw her for the first time. you already know this, but like we have the same birthday, december 31st 2000. and we're also born at the same time, in the same hospital, literally right across the hall from each other.
YB: same time? like seriously? how did i not know that?
LS: *laughs* i mean, same time. down to the minute, at least. it's why we call each other 'twin', we're born at the same time. and like our parent knew each other and joked that we might be born on the same day... little did they know
YB: *laughing* that's insane. oh my gosh, and you guys have just been best friends since then. i love that. i assume you're the one who's got all the younger high school stories about her. i got some college ones, but you have the real gold mine, don't you?
LS: i've got my fair share of our insane stories, yeah
YB: mind sharing one?
LS: i'm trying to think of one that's not absolutely insane... oh okay! so one time, we were in the pool, it was summer, and then y/n just stops trying to murder me with the pool noodle and goes still. i'm confused as hell, so i'm trying to see what she's doing but she tells me to shut up. she's watching the bushes around the pool, so i swim to the edge of the pool next to her, and the two of us are just watching the bushes. i have no idea what's going on, but y/n's waiting for something. and then, a baby croc starts walking out of it, and it's so small, but like it's mom was nowhere. we didn't know what to do. and y/n *laughs* y/n goes, "oh we have to adopt it". i'm like what? but she just start spiraling "oh we're his parents now. he just saw us. what if the mom died? i don't know how to feed a baby croc? but i have to learn, it's my baby croc now." finally she calms down, and we get everything sorted out, but she cried when we had to leave the baby crocodile. adopted it and all within three seconds of seeing it
YB: *laughing* i'm dead, oh my god that sounds like her though. that's so fucking funny, she made you a crocodile dad!
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Y/N ADJUSTED HER SUNGLASSES, the Miami sun nearly blinding her as she walked towards the paddock. Next to her, her racer best friend, Logan Sargeant, nearly skipped along next to her. She could feel his excitement at being able to race so close to home again, and it honestly helped lift her own spirits.
Logan smiled and waved at some cameras and fans nearby, grinning brightly and taking the time to stop and sign some stuff. Once the fans had trickled away, Logan made his way back to his best friend, throwing his arm over her shoulder.
"You okay?" he asked, turning his head away from the cameras so they couldn't read his lips.
"I'm great," she promised.
"It's not too late to change your mind," he reminded her. "We can say you were sick, or you weren't feeling well, or you just forgot, or-"
"-That I have diarrhea?" Y/N grinned a little. "You know, all of your solutions to this thing seem to involve me just running away or ignoring it."
"I mean, it's how you take on most of life," he shrugged.
"I've never felt more called out in life," she rolled her eyes. "Look, we've got a plan. I head over to the garage first, take a few pics, then say 'oh I have to go. I haven't even been to Williams' garage yet'. I've got this Logie, I promise. Besides, I don't even hate him. If I did, there would be a lot more violence threatened and swearing involved. I also would've blocked him."
Logan didn't look necessarily convinced, but he didn't argue either. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, "If you need anything, send me a 911 text. I'll be on standby the entire time, I swear."
Y/N smiled at the boy, waving goodbye as she dropped him off to the Williams garage.
"I know you'll be there," she smiled. "It's what we do. Be there for each other."
MEANWHILE, IN THE MCLAREN GARAGE, the Aussie driver was pacing back and forth, turning back to the entrance every few seconds.
"Yeah, great job at being subtle, Osc," Lando Norris, his teammate, commented sarcastically. "Who're you even waiting for?"
"Y/N," Oscar answered simply.
Normally, he'd engage in banter with his Brit teammate, but he was too nervous to give answers longer than a few words. He was finally going to see Y/N, in person. Not on the other side of a screen, not a flash of hair that ran away too quickly, not a caller ID he'd see on Logan's phone all too often. After all these years, he was finally going to be able to see her, face to face.
He had to admit, he did seem a little pathetic trying to contact her. But the DM he'd sent years ago on her public account had never gone through. And he'd left it, thinking maybe they weren't meant to know each other, simply to know of each other.
But then he'd seen her private instagram, with so few followers, he knew that she wouldn't be able to miss it. But maybe she didn't use it, or maybe it was an old account, but he had no luck on that account either.
He finally mustered the courage to ask Logan for her number and just reach out. He was surprised and a little shocked she said yeah, but he was in too deep now to change his mind.
"Oooh, who's Y/N?" Lando teased. "Is she a girlfriend?"
Oscar whipped his head towards his teammate, narrowing his eyes at him.
"Why are you a literal child?" he asked. "Y/N's a friend. Well, she's a friend of Logan's. His best friend. And everyone found out the two of us never met each other, and they went crazy saying we have to meet and whatnot. So I invited her here to take a few pictures."
Lando tilted his head, almost as if he was dissecting the truth behind Oscar's words.
"Logan? Logan Sargeant's best friend? Her name's Y/N?"
"Yes, Lando. And everyone says I'm his best friend in racing, so we have to meet or something."
"Alright, I believe you," Lando decided. "Call me when she gets here, I want to take pictures with her too."
"Sure," Oscar answered nonchalantly.
Turns out, there was no need to call him over, because a second after he'd said that, she walked in.
Oscar stared at her as she looked around the garage, her eyes drinking in just how different it was from the Williams' garage that she was used to.
Lando made a noise between a snort and a laugh, causing Oscar to glare at him.
"No, nothing," Lando nodded to himself, ignoring Oscar's silent question. He cupped his hands over his mouth, shouting across the garage, "Y/N!"
Her head whipped over to the sound of her name, her posture relaxing the slightest bit as she realized it was only Lando and Oscar and not some random person. She didn't exactly know them, never even met them, but she knew enough of them to be a little comfortable.
She smiled slightly as she reached them, "Hey. How are you guys?"
Lando looked to Oscar, who simply stared at Y/N, before decided to take the reigns. "We're good, thanks for asking. I'm Lando, my friend here is Oscar, and I assume you already know that."
"Yeah, I watch enough F1 to know that," she smiled, falling into easy conversation with the Brit.
"Well it's nice to know you didn't take an invitation from a man who's name you didn't know," Lando joked. "That's what I call important information."
"I went a step further and made sure he was known by a friend of mine," Y/N continued the banter. "My best friend." She turned to acknowledge Oscar, "Logan spoke highly of you for a long time now. It's nice to finally be able to meet you."
"Yeah, same," he nodded. "I mean, Logan's spoke a lot about you too. All the time. He still does. It's nice to meet you too."
Oscar resisted the urge to close his eyes and curse himself out.
Y/N didn't seem to mind his stuttering and stumbling. In fact, her posture seemed to straighten out a bit, and her smile turned a little bit more warm.
She was beginning to realize that no matter how bad Logan had gotten it, Oscar was human too. He was new to this, and he probably had someone defending him the way she defended Logan. Maybe she was a little harsh on him. She just didn't like how it wasn't fair.
It was why she wanted to be a lawyer. She wanted to try and make things fair for people.
But in defending Logan with her entire heart and soul... she was being unfair to Oscar. She could try and be nice. It's only for a few minutes. After that, she could go back to avoiding him.
"So, how do you wanna do the pictures?" Y/N asked. "We should get them done now, I might have to leave early if my laptop doesn't work. I have a few assignments due."
"Right, yeah," Oscar nodded. "We can- uh-"
"The lighting's nice over there," Lando pointed out. "I'll take the picture of you guys."
"You don't wanna be in it?" Y/N asked.
"No, I'm alright," Lando smiled. "Unfortunately, I'm not best friends with Logan, unlike you two. Besides, I'm pretty good with a camera."
Y/N frowned at the reminder that Lando was one of the drivers who wasn't friends with Logan. She quickly fixed her expression, but Oscar noticed (only because he'd has his eyes on her ever since she entered). He was tempted to ask her about it, but she smiled and his brain froze up.
"Alright then, let's take the picture."
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youruser: miami, you were fun đ€
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pinned youruser: to my haters: fuck you, i'm always proud of logan. no matter what. i chose him as my best friend and i'll choose him again every time. i'm just sad y'all have never loved someone so much to understand what it means to always be proud of them, no matter any outcome. he's my best friend, my brother, and the outcome of race isn't going to change that
pinned youruser: i heard there was a logan's besties meet up @/oscarpiastri -> oscarpiastri: oh yeah, did you end up making it? -> youruser: swipe to find out!
landonorris: same time next race đđ -> youruser: wanna do my class for me?? -> landonorris: i will understand nothing. -> oscarpiastri: as if you understand anything ever -> landonorris: all grown up now, are you? -> oscarpiastri: shut up
mclaren: it was a pleasure having you stop by! next time, you should stay for longer! -> williamsracing: stop stealing her from us
williamsracing: loved having you around for the weekend!
alex_albon: wowwww, i didn't even make the cut this weekend -> youruser: all the pics i took of you were 0.5s -> alex_albon: thanks for showing some mercy
user: stop she looks so pretty
user: logan bestie meet up... but where's logan? -> user: getting attacked by a haas in his home race -> user: oof
user: TELL EM GIRL!
user: i want what she and logan have. like they'd DIE for each other
oscarpiastri: it was great to finally meet you! hopefully it's not the last time either -> user: boy please TRY to be subtle
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PART TWO
notes: i hope y'all liked this, don't forget to like + reblog! alsoo... comment on this part (not any others) if you want to be tagged, i might not respond but i'll add you to the taglist if you comment.
but my tags don't always work, so you might want to follow my writing tag 'naqia writes!' or the tag for this short series 'the bsf of my bsf! series' so they show up on your dash at some point :)
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you're the thoughts that can't be tamed âčâïœĄê€
some ways to build tension
⎠holding person b's hand longer than usual, just because person a craves the skinship. meanwhile, the person b is practically on fire and keeps glancing at person a.
⎠"and if you're not ready for this right now, then i can waitâ" and the other person cuts them off with a kiss.
⎠cutting people off with kisses in general. something so endearing about not being able to contain your love for someone that you have to express it asap.
⎠that silence before a long, deep conversation between person a and person b. they're both looking around at anything but each other, when both parties want nothing more than to desperately reach out. (like they're spiraling not being able to talk to each other)
⎠"so..." "so."
⎠that feeling when person a knows there's someone behind them, but is too nervous to check in case it's person b. meanwhile, person b is highly anticipating person a to look back.
⎠always (and i mean ALWAYS) managing to find each other even through the busiest of crowds. and having that moment where you two make eye contact across the room.
⎠rubbing/scratching a body part (ex. back) and person a's hand lingers a little too low on accident. but they're freaking out and don't know what to do, so they just keep their hand where it is.
⎠"if you wanna say something, now's your chance."
⎠slowly watching person a walk away, even though person b wants them to stay. so, person b runs and tries to catch up with person a before they leave.
⎠one bed trope except they can't even build the classic wall of pillows. the bed is tiny, so person a and b have to lay so close together that a can feel b's heartbeat pounding.
⎠^^ "are you cold?" person b asks even though they can feel their body heat radiating over person a.
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guys did i tell you that i love this man and how in a fic where he works at mirko's agency and where that fic was like really good with the boss and the employee bickering and bkg's gf was stuck bw them i finally got a glimpse of how mirko and katsuki bickering would look like <3
Edit : I found the fic y'all đ„čđ„čđ„č
I reblogged the fic under this post itself but still lemme link it here too. Tell me if it works or not đđ
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Where he lay him, twyre had bloomed.
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Hellooo. Here is a best friends sister sorta request- h is best friends with your brother đ and heâs tired of hiding đ I think this is a one off, maybe a two off if Iâm feeling spicy.
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Warnings- exhibitionism(donât do stuff in public pls), dirty talk, soft dom!h, slight angst, slight mention of violence, people pleasing tendencies, etc etc etc
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"I just wish things were different. I wish we didn't have to hide. I wish your brother knew about us. This sneaking around shit⊠itâs getting old. I donât like having to pretend you arenât the only fuckinâ thing Iâm thinking about."
âI knowâŠâ The dark corner of the club was their solace. The humid air from the sea breeze leaked into the club around them and overly loud and slightly dated music being the unlikely reprove to having to keep up appearances through the last few days. Harryâs family always came with them on this vacation out to the islands and it used to be hell on earth. Each year she had tried her hardest to tamper down her crush, but now she didnât have to.
Well, not unless their families were around.
With her brother in his own room, Harry had volunteered to take Y/N out as a âchaperoneâ of sorts and in turn, gave her a real taste of what it would be like if they didnât have to hide their relationship- but she wasnât exactly ready for the explosive way she knew her brother would react. He took things incredibly personally sometimes, but she was doing her best to try and not let it scare her too much. Harry was right- it was getting old. incredibly so, but it was hard to let go of her peacemaker mentality. Sheâd adopted it her whole life to keep the peace, diffuse situations, and now that she had finally found happiness with someone- it happened to be the one person that she knew he was going to freak out over.
âWe need to tell him eventually, I know that. But I justâŠâ Her fingers tangled in his necklaces, the alcohol making it easier to be emotionally vulnerable for once. âI donât want to ruin it. Donât want him to scare you away.â
Harry's heart ached as he looked at Y/N. He knew she was right, but the thought of hiding their relationship made him feel sick. Tired, even. He didnât like having to watch his hands, where he was looking. He should be able to room with his girlfriend. It wasnât like their parents hadnât been rooting for it for ages, but he tried to understand where she was coming from.
Maybe it was a bit of the rose colored glasses keeping him from seeing what she did, but he didnât feel the need to valiantly protect her brother from the knowledge that he was dating her. "I don't want to hide either, darling." He said softly. âMânot going to let anything come between us, especially not him." His hand slid up her thigh, wrapping around to the back of it and flexing his fingers.
"Your brother might piss me off when finds out, but only because he's probably, definitely going hit me. I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. I promise you that." His face grew more serious. "I donât know how to make you understand that I am not afraid of him. Iâve been his mate for years. I know what heâs like but respectfully, heâs going to need to get over it and realize that I only have the best intentions..."
âI know.â She repeated, the humid air hitting her neck as she pushed bed hair off her shoulder, craning it to look up at him. It was unfair how handsome he was, with his curls sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck and the light shadow of facial hair since he had missed shaving yesterday. âI just⊠I know itâs selfish, but I want to spend tonight imagining he already knows and we donât have to worry about anything. That no one would be all⊠shocked or even say anything if I do this.â Leaning up, she lightly pressed her lips against his in a chaste kiss before settling back on her feet, lips slowly separating. Harry made no move to pull away from her. If anything, he followed.
Harry's eyes shifted as he watched her, his heart picking in his chest. He loved the way she thought, the way she imagined a world where they didn't have to hide. Never once did he imagine himself to be one of those lovesick fuckers, but here he was again. Swooning over a goddamn kiss.
But really, who could blame him? He loved the way she kissed him, all soft and sweet and so damn gentle, like she was still a little hesitant he would say no even though theyâd kissed dozens and dozens of times- stolen them right under everyoneâs noses. As if he could ever say no- his body wouldnât ever allow that. It was all greedy for her, had no capacity, no ability to deny her if anything when it came to telling his girl no. "Then let's imagine.â
Sinewy arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her back into their hidden corner, the music pumping around them and his body hiding her from the crowd.. "Let's imagine that your brother knows and he's okay with it. That he's even happy for us." He pressed his lips to her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin. âA little grossed out, because I think that you are⊠the most beautiful, incredible, sweet woman Iâve ever had the privilege of knowing⊠but that would only be the truth.â
âYou really think that about me?â Her voice spoke solely to him. In their seclusion, people were still passing by, but no one paid attention. No one cared. To the rest of them, it looked like a young couple too loved up to keep hands off of each other. In most ways, that was the truth. Who knew invisibility could be such a gift at times?
Harry chuckled against her throat, his breath hot on her sticky skin. She smelled like sunscreen and that tequila sunrise she had accidentally splashed on herself, so a bit of orange juice and grenadine. Edible, summer, he wanted to sink into her and melt. "Of course I do." The man scoffed, his hands slowly roaming over her body as if he couldn't help himself. "And if your brother knew about us, I'd tell him exactly that. That I want you⊠and I want tâmake you my girl properly. But thatâs probably where it would stop, because I think heâd want to kill me if he knew what ran through my head when I get to see you.â Harry knew it was a good thing he wasnât a mind reader, and that theyâd gotten away with it for a bit so far. Yeah, heâd be taking a punch because he knew how Harryâs mind worked but he didnât know that he fucking loved her- that this shit was different.
âWell⊠since weâre pretending all is right in the world right nowâŠâ Her hands splayed across his chest, chin tilted up as he pulled away from her throat. Starry eyes glazed over in love peering up just at him, not knowing she was the one he was orbiting. âWhy donât you enlighten me on the things you wouldnât tell him?â
Harry's eyes glinted with amusement as he looked at her. "You really want to know, sweets?" He crooned, his voice low and sultry. "Alright then." His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him so she could feel just how much he wanted her.
"First... I'd never tell him that I think about you all the time. Like... right now, I'm imagining wrapping your legs around my waist and backing you up against that wall over there." His eyes flicked to the wall behind her before meeting her gaze again. "And how bad I want tâkiss you until you barely have any breath, make you borrow some of mine."
Y/N felt her breathing pick up, ironically enough, feeling trapped in the best way. Whenever Harry was around her she sort of wanted him to smother her, in a weird sort of way. it was hard to explain but close never felt close enough. Harry just had this sort of⊠way about him that had her itching to get close and bask in his own kind of warmth. It soothed her bones.
"Nâthen once you caught up, I'd keep kissing you until you were panting, so that cute little giggle that turns into that sexy moan that you do. Fuckinâ love that." he continued, his voice growing deeper as he showed little restraint with his words. It was easy to forget where they were when he got started. "And then... " He trailed off, leaning in to kiss her neck again, his breath hot against her skin. "Well, I probably shouldn't tell you the rest."
âTell me.â She whined, in a way only tipsy Y/N wouldnât feel shame for. âPlease, baby?â Something sheâd noticed was how strongly he did react to those little pet names so she kept them sparse, but seeing how he reacted always acted as a reward. âYou can tell me. I want to know.â
He groaned low in his throat at the nickname, nipping at her earlobe before whispering to her the rest of the details he had been keeping away, waiting for the coaxing she had to pry out of him. "I'd slide my hand up your pretty little skirt and underneath your panties, feel how wet you already are for me. Slip a finger inside, nice nâslow at first, until you start to rock against my hand."
âYeah? In front of all these people?â She was slightly shocked- but slightly not. Seeing as Harry had really struggled with not being able to publicly show her affection, she should have guessed heâd be handsy in all scenarios if he has the full permission- but this was more than she had anticipated. Even more so⊠She liked it.
"Mhm..." Harry agreed, his hands slowly sliding up her thighs, bunching the hem of her skirt as his hands went underneath without a second thought. "And if you kept making those little noises like you do when I touch you, no one would even notice."
Y/N she didnât always make the best decisions but she knew she wouldnât regret anything with Harry. As cocky as the man could be, as arrogant as he may appear, getting to know him up close and personal the last few months that theyâd evolved into more than what they were⊠she knew he was a good guy. He was the type of guy she wanted. If he wasnât, she wouldnât be risking the peace her life had for it.
But no one ever said she wasnât impulsive. âIt is loud in here.â His body did hide hers in the corner, making it easy to be bolder. âSo you should put your money where you mouth is, and touch me.â
"Oh, I plan on it" Harry said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He didn't waste any time in sliding his hand fully up her skirt, his fingers brushing against her skin as he made his way underneath her panties. His pace was careful, his touch light as he slowly slid a finger inside of her. Then soft hitch of her breath made him hum felt her bury her face in his chest to muffle any noise she might make. All talk, his girl, but he didnât care too much- not when he felt that slick hole around his digit after being essentially edged all week. He continued to slowly pump his finger in and out, his thumb gently circling her puffy clit.
Biting his lip as he felt her clench around him, he could feel himself grow harder at the thought of being the one to make her feel like this. He added another finger, still moving slowly but picking up the pace slightly. "I want to take you out, show you off. I'm so tired of hiding you." Harry whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. He pressed a kiss to her temple as he continued to move his fingers inside of her. "I want everyone to know that you're mine. Donât want to have tâsneak off in vacation just to play with my girlâs cunt. Shouldâve been making you cum the whole time." Harry's other hand came up to tangle his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back so he could kiss her properly. His eager tongue slipped into her mouth as he continued to move his fingers inside of her, feeling her wetness coat his fingers.
She was clinging to him, her nails digging into his arms as she tried to keep quiet. Her breath was coming in short gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Face buried in his neck, her teeth sank into his skin to muffle her moans as he felt her shake against him. Y/N had never dabbled in public play before, and she knew no one could see, but the thrill of it all had her more wet than she had anticipated. Sure, the girl talked big game but she didnât know what she would do if she had actually got caught being touched like this. Add in the fact that Harryâs tank top hugged him perfectly, his tattoos contrasting his skin, the broad shoulders and brush of his facial hair against her sensitive skin had her feeling drunk.
âThat feels so fucking good.â She mewled, unsure if she wanted his mouth to keep her quiet or his chest.
"Shh..." Harry hushed her, his voice low and warning. "You have to be quiet, baby. Know itâs loud but yâdonât want anyone tâhear you." As much as he liked that idea, he knew his girl. That was something theyâd need to work up to. Just feeling her dripping down his knuckles as he fingerfucked her was shocking enough, so he was more than pleased with this. His face nuzzled against her neck, his stubble scratching her sensitive skin. "Wrap your arms around my neck. Lean back against the wall."
Putting her trust in him was easy, or maybe it was the pent up sexual tension she hadnât been able to release all trip as she did as he asked. The position made it look like a couple drunkenly making out, but his hand angled the farthest from the dancing drunk crowd was working slowly under her skirt.
Harry took advantage of her new position, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of her as his thumb continued to rub against her center. He felt her squirm against him, her arms tightening around his neck as she buried her face in his chest once more to muffle her moans. "Good girl... keepinâ so quiet for me... " He praised, his fingers picking up pace as he fought to keep himself calm. He glanced around quickly, making sure no one was paying attention to them, before he gently tugged her leg up, resting it on his hip.
The man had been good this whole trip. Heâd played by her rules, trying his best to keep prolonged eye contact to a minimum, not leaning into her too much, not touching her, trying to act as he had in the past- but it was borderline impossible. Not with the way he felt about her. He wanted to rub all over her like a cat, wanted to wake up with her in the pretty room with the balcony and be the one to order her morning coffee. He was so tired of being good. In all honesty, the man didnât care who found out anymore, not when being with her felt like this. Her little cunt gushing over his digits, dripping down the back of his hand as he curled his fingers just so.
"You're soaking through to my wrist..." Harry growled lowly, his other arm banded around her waist to keep her upright as her knees grew weak. He could feel her tensing up, her breath hitching as her body grew warmer. "Want you tâlet go for me, love..." He curled his fingers one more time, pressing against her spot over and over as he rubbed his thumb in tight circles over her clit. Her whole body shuddered against him, her legs trembling as she tried to hold herself up. "Youâre right there, baby. Can feel it. Let it go for me, my sweet girl... "
Harry buried his face in her hair as he felt her clamp down around his fingers, her body trembling slightly as she came silently against his hand. Her nails dug painfully into his shoulders as she bit down on his chest to keep quiet, her whimper muffled against his skin as she rode out her high. He held her leg tightly against his hip, his arm around her waist the only thing keeping her upright as her body shook with her orgasm. His fingers remained buried inside her, his fingertips gently stroking against her spot as he kept her on edge, prolonging her orgasm the best he could.
Pulling her face up, he dragged her mouth back to his. Their kiss was sloppy and desperate, Harry's tongue pushing into her mouth as he devoured her whimpers, groaning in response as he felt her cunt clenching rhythmically around his fingers. One of his favorite feelings, his favorite tastes. The only ways it could be better would be with his tongue on her clit or his cock inside of her. His hand shifted, tangling in her hair, holding her head still as he ate at her mouth, swallowing her noises as he kept his fingers buried inside her trembling pussy.
"Shh, baby... I've got you... " Harry cooed, his voice low as he gently worked her down. Slowly removing his fingers, he brought them to his mouth and licked her taste off of them before he lowered her leg back down to the ground.
âWeâre telling him. Tomorrow.â He mumbled, wiping his spit soaked fingers on his shorts. âIâm not spending the rest of this trip with you not in my bed because heâs gonna have a fuckinâ tantrum. Heâll get it over, baby.â
Looking down at her, his eyes softened significantly as he gazed at her flushed face and messy hair. "You're staying in my bed tonight. Iâve gone long enough without it. Everything else, weâll figure out in the morning."
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The emergency
A good number of members within the Justice League have children. Not all of those kids are biological or adopted but they are their kids nonetheless. Some of those kids are even old enough to be adult heroes of their own, but even then they are still their kids. And the other kids tend to take up heroism at a very young age to most people's chagrin. Although as shown by the original child hero, now going by Nightwing, itâs not as easy as telling the kids to stop.
It was learned through intense hardship that smothering the child heroes was just asking for trouble. Despite how much the older heroes wanted to stay close to their kids, it was seen as overbearing and a show of mistrust. They would act out with even less backup in retaliation, which would only bring even more stress.
So to satisfy the need for protection without stepping on any toes, two new emergency meeting signals were introduced.
One was for the kids to send off. Each one was gifted a small device that could be hidden in their person. The device had both a mic and a tracking chip that could be activated when they were in extreme danger. As soon as the device was active a signal would be sent to the league for an emergency distress signal with the details of who sent it. Due to an outcry from the kids, the device could not be activated by the guardian of the child. The mic and locator could only be activated from the device itself. It wasnât nearly as protective as some of the more worried leaguers would like, but it was at least something.Â
The second signal was one that the leaguer with a kid in danger could activate. This signal could be activated with a single code into the communicators that every member owned. If the member who sent out the signal didnât specify what kid was in danger, every member would receive a generalized notification of the emergency alert for one of the kids. This wasnât ideal, but it was learned early on that the guardian of the child was often too distressed to make the code more complicated. It was best to leave it simple and answer questions at the emergency meeting.
Which was great in all, until someone who doesnât have a child involved with heroics in their care sends off a general emergency.
In places all over the globe, an emergency meeting signal message was sent by Hal Jordan, one of the lanterns. He didnât include what child was in danger in the signal, meaning that it could be any of the underaged heroes. And considering he didnât have a child in his care, that made multiple members panic.
When was the last time they checked in with the kids in their care? Who was the one he was sending the code for? What happened to the child he had noticed was in danger? Why is he the one that noticed? Where were their kids? Who was in danger?
Because of the nebulous nature of the call, it didnât take long for multiple heroes to find the nearest transport to the watchtower and tumble in. What they didnât expect was the absolute haggard appearance of their friend. He was standing in the meeting room looking like the world had been destroyed before his very eyes. The way he sat without even cracking a sarcastic remark made multiple members pause.
âHal?â Wonder Woman called, her face pinched in concern. âWhat has happened?â
The aforementioned member looked over who had already arrived before settling on her face. It was at that moment she knew that he was only looking so collected through willpower alone. This wasnât just any child of the league, this was personal.
âMy nephew Danny has been captured,â He began, sending a wave of different emotions circling the room. âIâve been trying to find where they took him for a week now and I canât get any leads. I need your help.â
The unsaid questions and emotions were nearly palpable. Multiple members turned to one another or stared with a million questions. Nobody had known that Hal even had a nephew named Danny. Sure he mentioned someone named Jason at times, but he never indicated anything else. The fact that he hadnât mentioned him or the fact that heâd been apparently searching for a week was strange.
âAnd why are you only telling us now? Why did you wait so long?â Superman asked, speaking up the question that was on multiple minds.
A fire of anger curled in Hal's eyes. It was fierce and protective. It was a mixture of appalment for being questioned on his decision and fury for the reasons why he had to do it in the first place. He stepped forward towards the center table, slamming his palms down and leaning into it.
âBecause any person that goes against the group will be declared an enemy of the United States. Iâve already had my account and housing connected to Green Lantern seized,â He explained with a deceptively calm tone. âI also needed to make sure that they didnât have any connections with the Justice League. They have their agents everywhere.â
Unsurprisingly, Batman appeared from the gathered heroes from seemingly nowhere. Despite the feud between the two of them, the Bat was completely zeroed in on the situation. While he had a decent amount of distrust in the lantern, mainly because of the parallax incident, he could tell that the man was genuine. And the Bat always did have a blind spot for children.
âExplain,â Was all Batman said, staring Hal down.
The lantern in question looked at him with a grim face. This was it. Now or never.
âTheyâre called the Ghost Investigation Ward, or GIW for short. They hunt down and either exterminate or experiment on anyone they deem ectocontaminated or a ghost,â Hal started to explain, his hand curling on the table in frustration. âMy brother Jack faked his death and ran off to be with another woman. Those fucks deemed my nephew as ectocontaminated and tried to take him from his home. He ran from his family so that they couldnât be arrested for knowingly harboring an ecto entity. Told me that he remembered my face from a photo his dad tried to hide in the attic and sought me out.â
If the fire in his eyes were any stronger, they would probably become physical and burn down the room. It was undeniable that Hal Jordan was understandably completely pissed off. This situation was terrible from down to the very root.
âI tried to hide him but they somehow found him anyway. Now my civilian name is being heavily monitored and Green Lantern is being hunted down,â He finished his explanation. âIf you join me in this, be prepared to lose everything.â
This was so much worse than anyone couldâve predicted.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#danny phantom#ficlet#Hal Jordan#I hate using character tags lol#GIW doing what they do best#Also I did a bit of a dive on Hal#Found out he had siblings and one was named Jack?? and I was like ooooo#Like I wasn't planning on that connection but it became a thing anyway#I'd like to imagine that after Janice died Jack ran off without his kids and eventually met Maddie#He then tried to 'restart' his life#He acts like a fool to separate himself from his past#kinda like bruce and brucie#I just really wanted more Green Lantern and Danny Phantom crossover type stuff#I actually know very little about the Lanterns though lmao#So I don't feel confident doing a full fic#Anyone who wants to take this idea and run with it please do! I would love to see what y'all make of it :)
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"Wow you write this character really well!" Thanks I knew them personally
#I'm writing another source fic#and I thought this was funny#me writing Reeve. one of my best friends: wow I wrote him pretty in character! wonder why That is#like girl.#girl you Knew him.#Im a little bit of a dumbass sometimes#the hollow#the hollow netflix#fictive#introject#source memories#did alter
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the lawn is dead. pt.2
hi! i wrote a part 2! iâm on a unofficial hiatus but had some inspiration the last few days and had to finish this. hope it provides a little bit more comfort then the last chapter .. sorry xo
warnings: suicidal themes, self harm themes, themes of depression, anxiety, dark thoughts. viewer discretion advised.
You can describe the carpet of this office better then most people can describe themselves.
Itâs a rug, for the most part, except for the where itâs clear a person has chosen laziness in favour of lifting up the heavier furniture to place the rug down underneath it. Where the rug doesnât cover, there is bleak grey carpet that feels more boring then the time you spend in this room.
Where the carpet lacks in literally everything, the rug makes up for it blindingly.
Itâs a messy mixture of far too many colours, pinks, purples, blues, greens and neutrals. It doesnât make any sense in your mind, why somebody would chose for the focal point of their room to be a rug that doesnât match with any of the furniture. Itâs another sign that the furniture came before the rug, all of the furniture is dark mahogany, beautiful pieces that look as if theyâve come from and English period piece, whereas the rug looks so modern itâs almost painful.
The rest of the furniture has been picked with similar taste.
The painting on the wall looks like what a child would vomit after going to a birthday party. Every time youâve come here youâve had a new analogy, but this week that is the one, it looks like stomach contents and you canât get past it, to the point itâs made you physically nauseated.
From the painting moves onto the bookshelf, where there is a odd mix of medical textbooks, classics and selfawareness books, all stacked in such disarray that you have to keep your eyes away because it makes you uncomfortable.
Beyond the furniture is your psychologist, with her stupid fucking note pad, stupid glasses perched on the very tip of her nose and stupidly calm face that never really changed.
She was supposed to be a specialist, the best of the best, supposed to be the greatest and getting to the bottom of the most famous athletes problems and yet you found pride in alluding her.
One hour, every four days was what you were down to now, a couple of weeks ago it had been every other day and that had been fucking torture.
Sometimes all you wanted to do was rip her eyeballs out, or her brains, or something else. You swore she made your ears bleed and your will to live deteriorate with every second and it was already pretty low.
âYou canât avoid my question forever.â
It was also that annoying tone that sent you, the sort of tone that meant she knew that technically for the whole of the hour she could ask you whatever she pleased and you were technically supposed to answer her. Defiance on your end just ended up in you being suspended from something else that made your life just a tiny bit more liveable.
âNo, I havenât talked to Mapi yet.â
Youâve been avoiding it, there have bits and pieces of homework from your therapist, but this one is by far the hardest.
âHow about Alexia, how does she feel about that.â
You donât want to tell her that you and Alexia are in shambles as it is, add on the pressure of her best friend being psychologically destroyed because of you and just talking about any of it at all and itâs like dynamite.
âSupportive.â
Your therapist nods, but in the way that you know she doesnât quite believe you.
âHave you started to reintegrate with the team? I know last time we talked you mentioned that before the incident youâd been feeling quite isolated because of your ankle injury. Itâs important that you start to normalise your life again before you start to self isolate.â
You donât call it self-isolation, you like to call it self protection. You protect yourself by pushing against the grain, by keeping to yourself. Itâs a lot easier that way.
âIâve been busy.â
Itâs a lie and a blatant one, your days are filled with complete nothingness. You canât play football, not until she clears you, and you know that itâs not going to happen anytime soon based on the trend of your current sessions. There has been the same amount of progress as there was two weeks ago when you started with her. You shut down at every attempt she makes to try and open you up, you talk when you have to. Itâll probably get you sent back to a ward. You donât remember much from your transition from the hospital to home, but you do remember signing something that referred to you making significant process or else you would be sent back.
Progress for your therapist is getting more then two word responses from you. Youâre aware sheâs in kahoots with Alexia, that Alexia is probably providing her more information then you are.
âYouâre giving me the look that means that youâre writing something down along the lines of âunncooperativeâ.â
She is also in kahoots with the staff at Barcelona, another thing you signed was that she would work in conjunction with the clubs doctors to get you back to where you were, or somewhere in the vicinity.
They know every time you have a bad session, youâre guaranteed a consolation call from one of the coaches or even sometimes a teammate check-in telling you how brave you are and how strong you are for doing this.
You donât agree, you nearly took the cowards way out and youâre proud of it. You wish it had fucking worked, every single second, of every single day, you wish youâd succeeded, wished that this hadnât all ended up how it did.
âThatâs not what I wrote, I wrote a observation. Uncooperative would be you refusing to speak to me like you did for our first two sessions, even if you lie itâs still trying.â
You donât want to be curious of her, youâve tried to give her as little attention as possible.
Youâve adapted the act that you call, therapised you.
You do your best job of smiling here and there, or at least when you know that youâre supposed to. Therapised you extends to a few people, Alexia, coaches, physios, people on the street.
You believe youâve become a seasoned liar.
The funniest part is that sometimes you start to believe your act, you start to believe that all the ash and embers in your chest is really alight with flames, like youâre truly alive.
But then, you would pause, sit down, lie down, dissasociate and you would be reminded that that wasnât your body. Your body wasnât a place of life and prosper, it was as dead as anywhere else.
âWhat was the observation?â
You try not to be curious over her, or curious in general, you keep everything to yourself.
âYouâve told me time and time again that you attempted because you believed that not a single person would care if you were gone. Yet you wrote a letter, you knew that somebody would care, somebody would miss you. Guilt is what kept you from doing it earlier and guilt was what kept you from vanishing without a trace. Your conscience was clean in your own words, but thatâs not true, your conscience was anything but clean. So what pushed you over?â
You hate that therapists have a way of worming out weird bits of information that they can use against you to worm out more bits of information, like they know your brain inside to out.
âMy conscience was clean.â
Your therapist pulls her glasses up from her nose and scribbles on her pad again.
âWhyâd you write a note then, specifically why did you write a note to your ex girlfriend?â
There are so many things you could say to that, but you canât quite find the words.
âLet me rephrase to make it easier. When you were in the hospital, and Alexia reacted so viscerally, you werenât surprised. You expected her to feel something about what happened, you didnât seem surprised at all by her words or actions. You knew that she was going to be hurt by what you did. So, how was your conscience truly clean?â
Thinking about Alexia in the hospital makes you feel as nauseous as the furniture does.
Your still mad at her, still mad at yourself for never changing her as your medical contact and medical proxy. It had all been a clusterfuck.
âI didnât know Alexia was going to be there, I though that sheâd washed her hands of me. I left her a note because I thought there had been things left unsaid between us and I didnât want to leave that way.â
Your therapist nods, she doesnât scribble this time and that makes the itchy feeling all over you die down a little bit.
âAlright, letâs move on. Your ankle injury, howâs that going?â
You look to the window, itâs a horrible day outside, just your luck when youâd chosen to walk to your therapists office on what was supposed to be a 20 degree day with sunny skies. It was the epitome of your life, high expectations, low realities.
âWell three weeks between a hospital and psychiatric facility are probably the best thing anybody can do for a injury.â
You let out a self-deprecating chuckle and your therapist does nothing but scribble.
âSo youâve been doing your rehab as advised then?â
Rehab, both kinds, is mind-bogglingly boring. You go to your therapist and she tells you all the ways you have to work to rehab your brain, she gives you medication after medication and exercise after exercise. The same happens every time you see your physio, test after test, exercise after exercise.
Your stuck in the same cycle of boredom, it makes you wonder how people ever expect you to get better when all you are doing is living in a constant state of suffering.
âThe physios are happy with me, say that if I continue on the track that I am I should be back on the pitch in a few weeks, with psychological clearance.â
At the current therapeutic rate your going at, you donât think youâll see a psychological clearance until your 50th birthday, if youâre lucky.
âHow does it feel coming back from that injury, especially considering how the decline in your physical health simulatenously resulted in the decrease in your mental health?â
You keep silent, because you know that if you talk then itâs doing to be something emotional. When you donât know how to answer questions without exposing yourself you opt to keep quiet, itâs a obvious tell that you feel uncomfortable with the question. But giving away a tell is a whole lot better then starting an emotional downpour.
âY/n?â
You look at your shoes. You only were allowed to start wearing one on your bad foot a week ago, and youâd forgotten how hard it was to coordinate shoes with your clothes. This morning youâd thought that they matched with your pants but now they look much darker then they truly are against the grey carpet. The mix of your navy adidas that you might have stolen from Mapiâs wardrobe a couple of months ago when she was complaining about the amount of shoes sheâd been sent with your grey wide leg pants was a interesting choice but therapy wasnât a fashion parade. The shoes donât quite fit your feet, thatâsc how you remembered they werenât yours. When youâd taken them, it had been during some kind of team bonding night at Mapi and Ingridâs apartment. Life had been so good, Alexia and you had been so good and for once youâd kind of felt like you were beginning to fit in.Youâd never felt that way before that era of your life.
But like most things, it was now a far distant memory.
âThe injury wasnât what made me depressed.â
Itâs a half truth, you suppose. Yes, the injury definitely contributed to the factors that trigger your depression, but it wasnât a sole cause.
âI disagree.â
More scribbling on her note pad, in your opinion it must be some psychological form of torture. Youâll google it when you get home, check to make sure that this isnât a form of manipulation to somehow convince you to say the things that she wants you to.
âIf you disagree then tell me why you think that.â
Itâs daring of you to say, there is nearly a 99.99 percent chance that whatever she says you are going to deny vehemently. Even if she hits it right on the nail.
âI think that you donât give yourself enough grace for the challenges that youâve gone through. You came to Barcelona because you were running from things, from your past. Youâve never stopped running, truly. Everytime somebody gets close enough to begin to try and worm their feet into your shoes to try and relive some of it with you, you shut them down and stop it. For most people, shoes are a means of getting to where they want, for you, you keep running because if you stop you feel like youâll suffocate, like your feet will be wrapped up in barb wire and youâll be stuck. For whatever reason, you donât think anybody will ever be able to empathise with that. You think that if you ever let anybody in for long enough that they learn what youâve been running from that theyâll try and stop you, that youâll be faced with everything that youâve ever struggled with. So, you keep running, and running, youâve always been in a state of escape. With your relationship, you finally stopped running, you slowed to a jog. Then, you got injured. All of a sudden you felt like you were stuck and instead of letting yourself finally come to a stop and accepting help and complete love for once in your life, and being vulnerable. You chose to start running again, running from your friends, running from your team, running from every single good thing that youâd gotten in your life until you were so consumed with all the running that you just wanted it all to stop. But you didnât know how to stop parts of your life without stopping other parts, so you chose to stop it all.â
You donât know what to say for a few seconds. Youâve never had the feeling that youâve been experiencing your whole life summed up, you donât know how to feel about it.
You look at your psychologist, and somehow she looks back at you in a way that you somehow feel like she understands, youâve never really felt that way about her.
Itâs always felt like sheâs judging you, like itâs her job to judge every single thing you say. Or at least thatâs the way youâve always seen it. Itâs her job to make sure you donât fall of the rails again, to make decisions about what you can and canât do. Itâs never been a possibility for you that maybe sheâs here for a little bit more then just the business side of it all.
âIs that it? Did you come to a point where it felt like you had no other option but to just make it all stop?â
You bite your lip so hard you think it might just bleed, itâs a mission to try and stop the tears that have begun to cling to the back of your eyes at bay. Youâve never cried during a therapy session, and there is no reason why today should be different. The amount of people youâve cried in front of is limited to a very, very short list of people and you donât intend for your psychologist to be added.
âIt would be okay if that was it. Itâs okay to admit that for you at that time it felt like there was no other option but to make it all stop.â
You feel muzzled, like you canât speak without admitting to something that you donât want to.
âI thought it would make it all better.â
Your therapist puts down her notepad, and you feel a whole load of anxiety rush out of you.
âYou thought it would make what better?â
You keep your tooth pinned to your lip, if it draws blood, it draws blood. The pain helps to take your focus off of the word vomit you can feel coming up.
âEveryone elseâs lives.â
Your response is croaky, and when your therapist points to the glass of water you donât shake your head like normal, you find yourself reaching for it and taking a few tentative sips.
âWhat about your life, what about making your own life better?â
You take a few more sips, because it stalls the conversation for long enough that you can think up an answer that doesnât make it sound like you are completely insane.
âI was never really thinking about it like that.â
You look at her, eye to eye again, and there is this weird understanding between the two of you. You can feel it, whether or not itâs real, for the first time you feel like you arenât crazy for thinking the way that you do. Itâs a weird kind of safety that youâve never had.
âFor a minute, I want you to close your eyes and think about exactly what you want, whether itâs the future, itâs right now. Not football, not other people, nobody else. Just you.â
You humour her, and close your eyes.
For a few seconds, you canât think of much. Youâve never been a future thinker, not beyond emergency plans and second options.
You think about death for a few seconds, a couple of weeks ago it was all you could think of. Permanent, irreversible disappearance. Even then though, it wasnât what you were actually yearning for, not truly, it was just an easy solution to complex problems, problems that still havenât been solved.
You think long and hard, and eventually you find a pleasantness.
You want to resolve things with Alexia, you know that for sure. Itâs been impossible trying to navigate your relationship in your new reality. You want to get to a place where itâs less impossible. You want happiness with her, pure happiness. You also want some kind of return to football, you donât know how. Youâve never really played football because itâs what you love, youâve never loved your sport, itâs more been about having something that could take you places when inevitable wherever you had been was no longer an option because youâd somehow fucked it up.
You want a better relationship with yourself, you want to understand why you think the way you do and why you canât think the same way and be the same way as everyone. You want to get past the fear you have that you will never be the same.
When you have nothing else to think about, you open your eyes, to your psychologist smiling at you.
âThatâs our hour, Iâm really happy to leave this here and circle back to some of it in a couple of days. The progress youâre making is definitely getting bigger and Iâm happy to sign off on you getting some hours in the gym if your physios are happy with it. Iâll call the team tonight and we can work out a plan that works best.â
Youâre in slight disbelief as she speaks.
âYouâre sure?â
You stay seated for the sake of making sure that you havenât somehow dreamt up what sheâs just said.
âIf you try and make some progress with your homework. I want you to try and talk to Mapi, a text message, coffee, something. I want you to talk to Alexia beyond her being a caregiver for you and I want you to make progress with your teammates, donât avoid the gym if you know they are going to be there, donât avoid team events, dip a toe in the water with them and I can guarantee you will have a very different outcome then what you think.â
Contingencies. One thing youâve learnt about therapy is that there are always contingencies, itâs always a give and take, never one or the other.
You nod your head anyways, somehow, with her weird manipulation games youâve managed to agree to something that the version of you from and hour ago never would have.
âIâll try.â
Your therapist smiles and stands up, for whatever reason there is always a part of you that loves the end of your sessions but also never wants to leave.
Whether it seems like it or not, you actually do want to get better, you just donât know what better looks like for you and thatâs scary. Youâve never met the version of yourself that is âbetterâ or ânormalâ. You canât say that you want to be your old self because there hasnât ever been a version of yourself that feels better. Youâve always been in the slums, always been dragging yourself through the thickest mud to try and make it to the end of a day or month or year. You donât actually want to survive like that, you want to live your life properly, or whatever non-sluggish life looks like for you.
Your still desperately trying to work that out.
Alexia is waiting in the carpark as usual, itâs always the same carpark, always the same consolation hot chocolate in her hands afterwards.
Once youâve sat down in her passenger seat, put on your seatbelt and the takeaway cup is settled in your hands she broaches the topic of your session.
âHow was it?â
There is always an awkwardness around your sessions, Alexia picks your up from every one, on the odd occasion sheâll join in if your therapist thinks it would be good. Otherwise, she spends the time sitting in her car and picking up hot drinks.
Itâs infinitely awkward between the two of you, but Alexia in your opinion is mostly to blame for that.
Sheâd been the first person to put her hand up to be your carer, your glorified babysitter.
You know itâs a guilt thing, she feels guilty that part of your pain could have been because of her, even though youâve insisted time and time again that it wasnât.
âFine.â
Therapy is a tough topic for you, mostly because youâve never wanted to be there in the first place. Youâd been tricked into going from the beginning, Alexia insisting that she was taking you to a appointment to check up on your scars when really it had been to your psychologists office. Youâd yelled and screamed and insisted that she take you home, but at the end of the day if you ever wanted to play football again it was obvious you were going to have to suck it up.
You hadnât talked to Alexia for days after that, which is funny because that was less then three weeks ago and now youâre here.
âFine?â
You nod your head, itâs hard to find words after a normal session, but after this one itâs ever harder.
âI made some progress.â
Alexia nods, you know there are probably a hundred questions going through her head right now, but she wonât ask them. Sheâs too scared that if she asks them, sheâll get an answer that will terrify her. One that will restart all of the problems, even if that isnât really how it works. Alexia doesnât understand mental health, thatâs become frighteningly obvious over the past few weeks. She doesnât understand your struggles because sheâs never experienced them. Sheâs never had self hatred or depression or overwhelming anxiety. Itâs what makes you feel so alienated and so out of place amongst your peers. You feel like a shark amongst a sea of dolphins, like you look the same but when it comes down to it you are completely different.
âThatâs good, no?â
You nod your head, disguising the grimace on your face by the mouth of the lid on your hot chocolate.
âShe says I can start doing some hours in the gym.â
Alexia smiles, big and wide, like itâs her whose been given the good news.
âThatâs good bebita, youâll be on the pitch in no time.â
The pitch. Itâs all Alexia cares about.
When you can be back, how she can get you to the point you can be back. Because when Alexia is injured, itâs all she cares about. What she can do to get herself back on the pitch, how she can make the rehab process faster, she thinks of every single logistic and possibility.
You want to make it back to the pitch, or you think you do. But itâs not your priority. Itâs become abundantly clear that your main priority has to be yourself, figuring yourself out.
âMhm.â
You focus your energy on counting how many bike riders pass Alexiaâs car as she navigates through peak city traffic. You get to 38 before she interrupts your intense search for every person on two wheels.
âVickyâs supposed to be coming over later, I promised Iâd help her with a school project. I can go to her house instead if youâd prefer?â
Every time Alexiaâs broached the topic of teammates youâve immediately refused any contact, and your immediate reaction is to say no. but you think about what your therapist said.
âI might text Mapi and see if she wants to talk to me.â
You hear the sound of Alexiaâs shock in the form of a choken sort of cough, she tries to cover it up by slapping her hand against the wheel of her car, but it doesnât do much.
âI think that would be a really good idea, bebita, I think she would be really happy to see you.â
You donât look at Alexia, you donât want to see the look of perplexion or shock or whatever emotion sheâs going through. You havenât seen Mapi since the hospital, and as little as you remember from then, you remember Mapi very clearly.
She had been just as out of it as youâd been, refusing to leave your bedside but Ingrid having to do everything for her to keep her alive. Every time she visited you, she looked like sheâd seen a ghost, or something worse. You werenât sure what was worse, seeing somebody dead or seeing somebody who was hanging on the cliff of life and death and having to save their life, knowing that if action hadnât of been taken they would be dead.
Definitely the latter.
âIâll text her, see if she can come and pick you up before Vicky comes over?â
You nod your head, allowing yourself to focus back on counting your tally, except moving over to motorcycles this time.
You shower with the bathroom door halfway open. There are no sharps anywhere in your apartment, knives, razors, scissors, nail clippers, vegetable peelers, glasses, anything that could cause any kind of bodily harm. For now, you arenât allowed to be left alone for longer then an hour. You sleep with your bedroom door open and Alexia sleeping in the guest room next door. You eat a set meal plan, you do two hours of rehab every single day, you live on a schedule that is so carefully planned that you have no time to yourself and yet every single moment feels lonely.
Itâs a process, youâve been told. Itâs crucial to your recovery that there are measurements in place to assure your âsuccessâ.
Alexia knocks on your door every five minutes whilst you shower, you yell back every time.
It had become a rule after the first time youâd showered with the door open youâd made a joke about using the shower curtain to harm yourself, because what did they really expect you to be doing?
It hadnât gone well, Alexia going silent for a few days and a very heated conversation with your psychologist about the inappropriateness of making jokes about suicide.
It was your trauma, it was your fucking story, and everyone was acting like it was their most sensitive issue.
Bathrooms are a bit of a touchy subject, you donât shower in your ensuite bathroom anymore, you canât. The room has permanently been blocked off, completely forgotten about.
The first thing you want to do once youâve ârecoveredâ is leave this apartment, there are to many bad memories, it feels like youâll never be able to recover if your stuck in the same place that you were in when it all went bad.
Itâs a problem for when you can deal with the stress of packing up your whole life and moving it to somewhere.
When you shut the water off and step out of the warm stream you let yourself breathe, showers are the only real alone time you get. Everywhere else you are supervised, watched like a hawk to make sure that you donât try anything else that could jeopardise your return to football. The reality is that Barca canât afford to have you sit on the sideline for a whole season, they need you back, they canât risk another slip up.
Alexia at least gives you the privacy of getting dressed in your own wardrobe, all of your wired bras have been removed, but for the most part itâs all normal.
You get dressed in another sweat suit, itâs become your new uniform over the last few weeks, no draw strings of course.
Your hair gets swept into a messy bun, itâs too much effort to deal with the brushing and braiding and tying that you would have normally gone through with a couple of weeks ago. You arenât allowed to wear jewellery anymore so your accessories consist of pretty much nothing. Youâre bare from the bones to your clothes, your soul feels as bare as the rest of your body.
Youâre allowed to wear laced shoes, but you often opt not to, slip on birkenstocks or uggs are just easier. The Barcelona January chill has been getting to you recently, so you upt for your ugg boots.
Your outfit choice is the most choice you get in your day, so you try and put as little thinking into it as possible, itâs easier for you to just succumb to the reality that everything in your life is controlled by other people.
By the time youâve finished, youâre towing very close to the time Mapi had told Alexia sheâd come and meet you. You collect the things that you might need from your vanity and shove them in your pocket, before making your way out to your living room.
Itâs unofficially become Alexiaâs office, her laptop and books cover your dining table now. She lives out of your apartment, leaves only for training and barcelona commitments, so itâs fair to say that sheâs made herself at home.
When you were living together before, it had bothered you more, having her things everywhere. Alexia is a organiser, of everything and everybody but herself. Youâd spend hours telling her to pick up her shoes from random spots around the apartment floor or getting her to pick up random clothing items laying on top of pieces of furniture. This mess is different, it reflects how the situation is different. There is nothing comfortable about your predicament, itâs not the same kind of comfortable coexistence you had when you were dating Alexia.
There is a boundary between the two of you now and it makes it all so much more confusing.
Alexia isnât just your friend or your teammate, sheâs you caregiver, the person who holds you accountable, unofficially the person who is supposed to keep you from doing anything to yourself. It adds a whole layer of stress to the situation, you canât relax around her the same way you used to.
Your relationship is never going to be the same, but parts of you wished that Alexia hadnât taken over the burden of caring for you, because maybe the two of you could work on rebuilding yourselves as a couple instead of Alexia trying to rebuild you as a person, as if you are a broken lego set that needed to be put back together.
She spends most of her time in your living room, doesnât push the boundary of your bedroom unless itâs needed.
Sheâs sat at the kitchen table, preparing herself to help with whatever project it is that Vicky needs help with.
âShouldnât Vicky have maybe asked one of the younger girls? Youâre practically ancient now, they probably teach the kids these days history from when you were growing up.â
Whatever Alexia looks like sheâs going to be helping with looks like something sheâs definitely not qualified in, although Alexiaâs never the person to say no.
âYouâre acting like Iâm a dinosaur, Iâm only four years older then you.â
She rolls her eyes at you and it feels so normal, for a second you feel so much more normal. Life would be so much easier if everybody stopped treating you like a fine fucking piece of china. An eye roll here or there, a yell here or there, some kind of emotion beyond sympathy would be nice.
âI mean, in comparison to Vicky youâre pretty much from the stone ages.â
Alexia rolls her eyes again, she looks like sheâs about to fight back against you but a knock at the door silences you both.
All of a sudden the little smile is gone and the air goes thick again, thick with the reminder that you canât just exist in a bubble of nothingness were nobody else exists and you can just be free from everything.
Alexia gets up to open the door, and you let her, allowing yourself to loiter around the table and enjoy the moment for just a little bit longer. Itâs that moment that might just get you through what is about to happen.
Alexia calls for you and you know itâs Mapi, you know itâs Mapi because Mapi wonât step foot in your apartment.
Ingrid had come to visit when youâd come home, along with a handful of other people, but Mapi hadnât been one of them. Ingrid had explained that it had been to hard for her, that sheâd made it to the door but couldnât come in, and you couldnât find it in you to blame her.
Mapi smiles at you when she sees you, itâs the first time youâve seen her since the hospital and the both of you look very different since then.
She looks less dead, thatâs the first thing you take notice of. She doesnât look like she would blow away into a puff of smoke if a gust of wind came past. She looks good, she looks healed.
Mapi and you donât talk, for whatever reason, you take the normal walk you would every sunday morning before it happened.
Down from your apartment, onto the main street, up to the mouth of the road, across the street and then onto the boardwalk.
Itâs the main reason you chose your apartment, itâs right next to the beach. Perfect for post matchday swims and a morning walk on the beach. It used to be yours and Mapiâs pregame routine and itâs easy to fall into the rhythm of your feet moving down the sidewalk.
No words are spoken until the two of you are seated on the sand, a wordless agreement that you both come to when your toes hit the beach.
Youâre both seated, your eyes looking over the horizon. Your too scared to break the silence, so you wait for Mapi.
âYou look good, chica.â
You nod your head, you feel better, you must look better then how you did.
âI feel better.â
Mapi nods, when her hand reaches out to sit on top of your own on the sand, you donât flinch away, it feels good to have a physical connection with a person who isnât Alexia.
The silence falls over the two of you again, except this time it feels less uncomfortable. You let it linger for a little bit, before you feel in a place to speak.
âI need to say thank you. I know I said some things in the hospital, I meant it in the moment but I want to take it back now. You saved me, you did something so brave and amazing and the version of me now is so grateful that you did.â
Mapi stops your rant, before you can say something else.
âI would have done it for anybody else.â
The problem is you think, that you arenât anybody else. It would be so much easier to give cpr to a random person on the street and never see them again, never have to be worried that you would see them again and there would be some kind of problem.
âBut you did it for me. You saved me from myself, and I want you to know that I genuinely am so thankful for you. You didnât choose the easy option and I put you in a extremely hard position. If anything had of happened to me, you would have blamed yourself and it wouldnât have been your fault but you would have felt like it was.â
Mapi nods, and then you hear a sniffle and it makes you feel horrible.
Mapiâs crying, sheâs crying and you donât know what to do.
âYou begged me to reverse it, in the hospital, you didnât say some things. You begged me to stab you or do something. You told me it was my fault you were alive and that it was my responsibility to undo what Iâd done.â
You take a deep breath, you didnât remember it being that bad, but you remember Alexia telling you that some of the things youâd said had been unrepeatable.
âI canât reverse what I said, in that moment I was in so much pain Maps. I actually canât tell you how much pain i was in, all I wanted was to disappear. Iâm working through not feeling that way and that starts by apologising. You did not deserve to experience what you did. You did not deserve to see what you did. You did not deserve to hear what I said to you. I am sorry. There is nothing I can say that will make any of it okay, I am sorry that for whatever reason god chose you to be the person burdened with this. I am so sorry.â
Mapi sniffles again. You knew that the possibility of no reconciliation was possible, that Mapi would reject any offer of apologies you had, youâd just really hoped it wouldnât be like that.
âYouâve been like a little sister to me. I know you didnât feel like we were that close, but I saw so much of me in you from when I was younger, and that was part of the reason I ended up at your apartment that night. Because I was worried, more then anybody else. I had this weird feeling, and I hated that I was right about it. You were like my little sister, and I watched as they strapped you onto a gurney and wheeled you off whilst telling me that they would try their hardest. I donât blame you, there is no blame for something like this. But I need you to understand that I canât just get over what I www, Iâm working through it, Iâm trying. My therapist has really been helping me, but itâs not going to disappear.â
You nod, Mapi and you have been through two mirroring experiences, and oddly you feel the same way about your own therapy. Youâre working through it, youâre trying, but nothing that has happened is ever going to disappear, with yourself or with your peers.
âMaps, youâre allowed to experience however you want. If you never want to see me again I wonât hate you.â
Mapi shakes her head.
âI donât know how I feel yet, I just need you to know that I understand that the you right now is different to the you from weeks ago, and you are entitled to separate yourself from that person. You donât have to be that person if you donât want to be. Let yourself live in the new version of you, the old version died back then.â
You bite your lip, there is beginning to become a permanent divet from your front teeth, you like it in a weird way.
âIâm trying, Iâm really trying.â
Mapi nods, raising her arm from your hand, to your shoulders, bringing you into her side.
âWeâll try together then, huh? You try for me and Iâll try for you?â
You nod your head, and for the first time it doesnât feel like youâre totally alone in the battle that youâre fighting. Itâs still very much your battle, but it feels like you have somebody in your corner letting you know that you are going to be okay.
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